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[REGULAR LOVE] Shopping Time.
Mordecai y Margarita llevan a sus hijas Rosita y Lisa a realizar las compras y se divierten bastante en el supermercado.
Mordecai and Margaret they're carry their daughters Rosie and Lisa to make the purchases and they have a fun in the supermarket.
Created By @nicomxm23.
Lisa is the @arjb612 OC.
#regular show#regular show fanart#mordecai#margaret smith#margarita#rosita smith#mordaret#morderita#mordecai margarita#mordecai x margaret#mordecaixmargaret#margaritaymordecai#shopping#family#supermarket#regularlove#lovebirds#fanart#cartoon#animation#lisa
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DO YOU KNOW WHO ELSE IS LATE FOR VALENTINE'S DAY?
#regular show fanart#mordaret#regular show#mordecai x margaret#fanart#morderita#mordecai#cartoon#margaret smith#regular love#mordecai regular show#mordecaixmargaret#valentines day#happy valentine's day#happy valentines#san valentin#rosita smith#rosita#Rose Regular show
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Shane through out the walking dead:
Shane when he did Lori in the woods:
Shane looking at anyone:
Shane when Rick breaths:
Shane's signature pose:
Shane taking a shower at the CDC:
Shane shaving his head:
Shane when Lori left him:
Shane trying to leave but Lori holding him back:
BONUS:
dale looking at Shane:
#shane walsh#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#daryl dixon#rick grimes#carl grimes#negan smith#maggie rhee#glenn rhee#abraham ford#rosita espinosa#carol peletier#cat memes#the walking dead meme
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what to post ....
im bored someone request something (i'll write just about anything)
anyway while you're here enjoy these pictures of our beloved twd cast
#connorsblog#the walking dead#the walking dead cast#twd cast#i love tjem so much#my cuties#negan smith#rick grimes#rosita espinosa#carl grimes#king ezekiel#twd sasha#eugene porter#gabriel stokes#abraham ford#glenn rhee#enid rhee#idk who else is here ..
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The walking dead had me in a chokehold for at least 6 months, but I wasn't able to do much fanart
#the walking dead#rick grimes#michonne#fanart#negan smith#twd negan#digital illustration#beth greene#carl grimes#judith grimes#rosita espinosa#tara chambler
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These negan fanfics are fucking disgusting. You guys should actually feel ashamed. most of these seem to just be glorifying abuse and pedophilia.
#what the fuck#be ashamed#dishonor on your whole family#you’re fucking disgusting#seek help#the walking dead negan#twd negan#negan smith#negan x reader#negan fanfiction#negan x you#negan smut#negan#the walking dead#twd#carl grimes#twd rosita#rick grimes#michonne grimes#daryl dixon#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#roguesblog
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twd + text posts
#idk what else to post but this is fun#hope u chuckled a little#twd#the walking dead#carl grimes#daryl dixon#negan smith#lydia twd#glenn rhee#kelly twd#siddiq twd#henry Peletier#ron anderson#rosita espinosa#eugene porter
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OKAAAY-- i drew all my fav twd characters (s1-11) i want to eat them 😭😭😭
#art#fanart#the walking dead#twd#rick grimes#twd michonne#negan smith#daryl dixon#carol peletier#paul rovia#twd jesus#carl grimes#glenn rhee#maggie rhee#king ezekiel#rosita espinosa#judith grimes#twd siddiq#eugene porter#twd aaron#twd princess#juanita sanchez#tara chambler#twd abraham#hershel greene#twd dwight#father gabriel#sasha williams#twd jerry#beth greene
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𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧
Glenn rhee x reader
Word count:3752
Warninig: fluff, dead, blood
Pt2 , Pt3
You ran as fast as your legs would allow, stumbling up the stairs while trying not to fall. Behind you, the growls and gasps of the creatures—those who were once your neighbors—roared loudly, almost deafeningly. The upper floors offered no solace; the walls were splattered with blood, silent witnesses to a recent massacre. The air was thick, heavy with death and despair, and each step brought you closer to the unknown, to a possible trap or, perhaps, an unlikely salvation.
By the time you reached the fifth floor, the situation had become even more macabre. Two of those monsters, turned into insatiable predators, were devouring the mangled body of someone you had likely known in life. Horror gripped you; a scream formed in your throat, but you stifled it by covering your mouth with a trembling hand. You knew that the slightest noise could condemn you. There was no time for mourning or compassion. There was only one mission: survival.
Desperately, you looked around for an escape. The growls were getting closer. With no other options, you slipped into an apartment with an ajar door. Once inside, you moved cautiously, your hands gripping the small knife you carried, a pitiful defense but at least something to make you feel somewhat protected.
The living room showed no obvious signs of violence, except for some bloodstains that extended into the bathroom. You took a deep breath and headed for the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest, searching for anything that might be useful. After a few minutes, you had gathered a small stash: cans of food, soda crackers, snacks, and water. It wasn't much, but it could make the difference between life and death. As you rummaged through the drawers for something more useful, a particular sound startled you.
The sharp cry of a baby broke the silence, coming from one of the rooms at the back. You stood still for a moment, trying to convince yourself that you had imagined it, but the crying persisted. You knew ignoring it wasn't an option. With hesitant steps, you moved towards the source of the sound, stopping in front of a door decorated with a small heart-shaped sign bearing the name "Alice." You pushed the door gently, revealing a pink-painted nursery, filled with drawings and toys scattered on the floor.
In the center of the room stood a white crib, and there, wrapped in blankets, a baby cried inconsolably. Her little face was reddened from the effort of crying, seeking attention, company... protection.
"Damn it," you whispered, this time with more resignation than fear. You looked around, hoping that at any moment someone—perhaps the baby's mother—would come running through the door. But no one came. Anxiety gripped your chest. You knew leaving little Alice there was a certain death sentence. The baby's cries already resonated as an open call to the monsters prowling the building.
With no other options, you took the baby in your arms. Her crying was desperate and incessant, and each passing second made you imagine that the things outside were drawing closer, attracted by the noise. As you rocked her gently back and forth, her sobs began to calm. Her tiny hands clung tightly to your shirt, and gradually, the crying turned into soft whimpers until, finally, it ceased. You sighed with relief, but the tension didn't fully dissipate. Every second was crucial.
You left the room with stealthy steps, Alice wrapped in your arms. The silence of the apartment was oppressive, and the feeling of being watched never left you. Keeping your gaze upwards, you walked down the hallway, vainly searching for any sign of life in the other rooms. But there was nothing. The place seemed deserted.
The bathroom, however, caught your attention. The door was locked, but through the gap beneath it, a faint beam of light filtered in. Something or someone was on the other side. You approached cautiously and pressed your ear against the wood, and horror overwhelmed you. A low, menacing growl resonated from inside, followed by a rasping sound: claws scratching the door.
You instinctively recoiled, fear freezing your blood. Whatever was trapped inside was not human. There was no doubt. Those creatures had reached this place, and surely whoever was locked in there would find a way out soon.
You quickly considered your options, aware that you couldn’t stay. The building was no longer safe, and probably neither was the city. Chaos was spreading like an uncontrollable fire. There was no alternative but to flee before nightfall made the streets even more dangerous. The creatures became more active at dusk, and the cover of darkness would only increase their numbers.
With trembling hands, you found a larger bag and filled it with essentials: supplies, some clean clothes, and everything you might need to care for your new companion, Alice. You fashioned an improvised sling and secured her gently against your chest. Her calm breathing contrasted with your own racing heart.
Leaving the building was easier than you had imagined. The creatures were scattered, hunting on other floors or in the streets. Moving with stealth and determination, you made your way to your car, parked not far from the main entrance. With Alice secured to your chest, you quickly got in and started the engine.
Three weeks had passed since you left the city. Those days felt like an endless nightmare. The first two weeks had been particularly exhausting: the roads were blocked with abandoned cars and wandering corpses, and you had no choice but to continue on foot. You walked through forests, taking shortcuts when you could, though it only heightened your paranoia. The constant crunching of leaves under your feet, the distant sounds of the infected, and the ever-present danger of being surprised kept you on high alert.
Dealing with Alice was another challenge. The baby cried incessantly, her relentless hunger forcing you to stop more often than you would have liked. Sometimes, you could only pray to find a safe place to rest. Sleeping was not an easy option; every nighttime noise, every shadow moving in the dark, was a potential threat.
As you pressed on, the physical and mental exhaustion began to take its toll. You wondered how much longer you could keep going. Alice needed more than you could offer alone. However, as if some higher power had heard your silent pleas, things changed the day you encountered the group.
It happened while you were exploring an abandoned house, desperate for food or diapers for Alice. Hunger and exhaustion were becoming unbearable, and each step felt like a burden. Entering a dusty room, the air thick with humidity and mildew, you were struck by the emptiness. The weight of reality hit you hard: there was nothing. You leaned against the wall for a moment, struggling against despair.
That’s when you saw him: a rugged man with a face hardened by life, holding a crossbow with an unsettling firmness. You had no idea how long he had been there, watching you. Instinctively, you stepped back, raising your hands in a gesture of surrender. The cold steel of his gaze pierced through you, and fear took hold. You were cornered, unsure if this encounter would mean the end.
The man did not lower his weapon but took a step closer, studying your every move. “Are you from the city?” he asked in a deep, authoritative voice. His tone made it clear that he was used to taking control of situations. His eyes quickly scanned the space behind you, as if expecting someone else to emerge from behind you. But he saw nothing.
The lump in your throat made it hard to speak, and for a moment, you thought your legs might give way. You could only nod, hoping it would be enough to placate him. The man kept his gaze fixed on you, evaluating, measuring every detail.
“Are you alone, or is there someone else with you?” he asked again, not softening his tone. Before you could answer, a second man appeared in the room. He was younger, with Asian features, and seemed to be with the first, as the latter showed no surprise upon seeing him. The younger man carried another weapon, though his posture
“There’s no one with me,” you managed to say, your voice trembling as you tried to stay calm. But at that moment, you felt Alice shift in the carrier, as if she was about to wake up. The faint movement of the baby immediately caught both men’s attention.
The younger Asian man slowly lowered his weapon, his expression softening as he assessed the situation. There was something in his gaze, perhaps empathy, or maybe just exhaustion. The crossbow man, however, did not immediately change his expression. His eyes dropped to the small bundle against your chest, and for a moment, the tension in the room became unbearable.
“Is that… a baby?” the young man murmured, incredulous. It seemed he hadn’t seen something so small and delicate in a long time.
You nodded once more, unconsciously tightening your hold on Alice, trying to protect her as best as you could. “Yes… it’s just her and me,” you replied with more confidence than you actually felt.
“What’s your name?” asked the young Asian man, his voice softer than the armed man’s.
“My name is Y/N, and she is Alice,” you answered, feeling a slight calm beginning to settle inside you. You gently stroked Alice’s back, trying to keep her calm. Still, you couldn’t ignore the discomfort caused by the young man’s continuous gaze.
“I’m Glenn, and this is Daryl,” Glenn introduced himself, taking a step toward you and extending a friendly hand. Although you appreciated the gesture, you opted to keep your distance, your survival instinct still on high alert. Glenn noticed your hesitation and lowered his hand, not offended but maintaining his friendly tone.
Daryl, however, had not entirely lowered his guard. His crossbow was still ready, though now aimed at the ground. The tension in his jaw and the coldness in his eyes kept you on edge. The air felt dense, heavy, as if something could go wrong at any moment.
Glenn placed a firm but calm hand on Daryl’s shoulder, trying to ease the situation. “Calm down, she’s not a threat. Look at her, she’s alone with a baby. Let her breathe.” His conciliatory tone managed to soften Daryl’s stance a bit.
Daryl exhaled slowly and finally lowered the crossbow completely, though not without issuing one last warning. “Alright. But I recommend you get out of here before nightfall. It’s not safe to be out in the woods at this hour, especially with a child.” His tone made it clear that he was giving advice rather than making a threat.
You nodded quickly, aware that you didn’t have many options left. The sun was beginning to set, and although you had survived until now, you knew you couldn’t keep going alone for much longer. The city had been hell, and now the forest was proving to be just as dangerous.
“Listen, Y/N,” Glenn interrupted, his voice much softer, almost a whisper. “We have a camp not too far from here. It’s not much, but it’s well-protected, and we have supplies.” His eyes, which had been cautious before, now reflected something more. Empathy, perhaps. “You don’t have to keep wandering alone. You could stay with us. Alice would be safer there.”
His words resonated in your mind. The offer seemed too good to be true, but desperation was beginning to take over. You glanced at Alice, feeling her small, warm, and vulnerable body against yours, and realized you could no longer afford to keep testing your luck. The walkers outside would show no mercy, and you knew you’d soon run out of strength.
“I don’t want to cause any trouble,” you said, unsure. Although Glenn’s offer seemed sincere, something inside you still doubted. You had seen the worst of people in recent days, and distrust had become second nature.
“You won’t be a problem,” Glenn replied with a kind smile. “There are more people at the camp, and we’re all in this together. We can’t promise you an easy life, but we can offer you safety and some peace. At least, for a while.”
You looked at Daryl, searching for any sign that the proposal was genuine, but his expression remained impassive, as hard as a rock. However, by not objecting to Glenn’s offer, he seemed to be giving his tacit consent.
Finally, you nodded, letting a little relief seep into your thoughts. “Alright. I’ll go with you.”
After what felt like hours of walking, you finally descended a hill and before you was a scene that, in another time, would have been a mundane sight: an improvised camp with cars and a trailer. However, now, amidst the chaos, it represented a refuge, a possibility of rest, and perhaps, safety.
Glenn turned to you, noticing your exhaustion. “We’re almost there. It’s better than being out there, believe me.” He smiled, a mix of relief and concern in his gaze. Daryl, for his part, kept his distance, still vigilant with his crossbow ready, though he had stopped aiming it directly at you. He seemed to trust Glenn more than the situation.
As you emerged from the dense forest, the camp Glenn had mentioned became visible through the trees. With each step, your legs felt heavier, and the sweltering heat made sweat trickle down your forehead and body. Glenn briefly stopped to check that you were still following, offering a supportive smile, while Daryl, in his own way, stayed alert, his crossbow always at the ready.
Finally, you reached a small clearing in the forest and turned left. That’s when you saw it: the camp. Just as Glenn had said, there was a trailer blocking a slope, and next to it, a smoldering campfire. Near the campfire, a picnic table and several chairs formed an improvised circle. A bit farther away, several tents were grouped around a small path cutting through the vegetation. The place looked humble but safe.
You had taken only a few steps when a burly man with an expression of both alertness and distrust approached quickly. “What’s going on, Glenn?” he asked in a deep, firm voice. He was Shane, who seemed to be leading the group at that moment.
Glenn raised a hand to calm him. “Everything’s fine, Shane. She’s from the city. She’s alone… and has a baby.”
Shane cast a quick glance at Alice, his expression softening slightly before turning back to you. “Alone, you say?”
“Yes, we checked,” Daryl interjected, finally lowering the crossbow but not taking his analytical gaze off you.
“Well, it’s better to talk to the rest,” Shane said in a less aggressive but still firm tone. “Lori and Carol are with the kids; maybe they can help with the baby.”
You observed several people engaged in various activities. Two blonde women, one clearly older than the other, were sitting and cleaning what you assumed were freshly caught fish. Further along, a dark-skinned woman was resting next to a burly man with a serious expression, who was relaxing in one of the chairs near the campfire. On top of the trailer, an older man with a fishing hat kept a calm watch from his position, holding a rifle firmly, as if he might need it at any moment. To your right, you noticed a Latino man and another taller man wearing a cap, checking a couple of cars.
Glenn, who stayed by your side, gave you a reassuring glance before speaking. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the group.” He took a few steps forward, guiding you toward a pair of women sitting at an old picnic table.
“Hi, girls,” Glenn greeted with his usual friendly tone. “I want to introduce you to Y/N.” He made a hand gesture indicating for you to come closer.
The tall woman with brown hair, holding her son on her lap, looked up with a warm smile. “Hello,” she said as she stood up kindly. “I’m Lori, and this is my son, Carl.” She extended a friendly hand towards you, her smile genuine, as if trying to offer you some of the peace you were missing at that moment. You shook her hand in return.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
Glenn then turned to the woman next to her, who had a more reserved appearance but a calm presence. “And these are Carol and her daughter, Sophia,” Glenn continued, pointing to the little blonde girl playing with a rag doll.
Carol looked up with a discreet but warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” she said softly, while Sophia looked at you with shyness, hugging her doll a bit tighter.
Lori noticed the small sleeping bundle in your arms, and her face softened even more. “Is that… your baby?” she asked delicately, as if trying not to invade your personal space.
The question gave you a pang in your chest, and you felt a brief wave of sadness. You shook your head slowly, looking at Alice with tenderness. “No… I’m not her mother.” The words came out in a whisper laden with sorrow, reminding you of how much Alice had lost in such a short time. “Her parents… are gone.”
Lori didn’t press further or ask more questions, understanding the pain implicit in your answer. She simply nodded with a slight smile that aimed to be comforting. “She’s very cute,” she commented gently. “You’re lucky to have her with you.”
After a brief silence, Glenn took charge of the situation again, now that everyone had been introduced. “Well, let’s see if we can find a place for you.” He gestured for you to follow him, leading you to the area where the tents were set up.
Walking together along the path between the tents, Glenn gave you a smile. “You know, we don’t usually get many visitors. I think Daryl thought you were here to steal our fish,” he joked, raising an eyebrow with a small laugh.
You returned the smile, grateful for the attempt to ease the tension. “Well, if I ever get to that point, you’ll know I’m desperate.”
Glenn chuckled and nodded. “You’re right, I wouldn’t mind if it’s for survival. Although, in that case, I’d offer you one myself. I work hard to keep us stocked,” he said with a wink.
As you arrived at a small cleared area, Glenn stopped in front of his tent. “We don’t have a tent for you yet, but you can use mine until we sort something out. Don’t worry, I can sleep in the trailer, there’s enough space,” he offered without hesitation.
You gave him an incredulous look, grateful but also a bit embarrassed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
Glenn made a casual gesture with his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve slept in worse places than the backseat of a car. Besides, how often in life can you say you were a gentleman and offered your tent to a lady?”
You smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed with his sense of humor. “Well, I guess I’m lucky to have met a gentleman in these times.”
Glenn returned the smile, apparently pleased that his joke helped you feel more comfortable. “You know, if you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask. We’re a small community, but we take care of each other. And now that you and Alice are here, that includes you two as well.”
You felt deeply grateful for his kindness, something that already felt rare in such a shattered world. “Thank you, Glenn. It really means a lot.”
You entered the tent, grateful for the brief moment of tranquility. You knelt on the ground, observing what was in the small space: a sleeping bag, a backpack, and a couple of neatly folded clothes on one side. It was simple but cozy, and at that moment, you realized how exhausted you were. You sighed as you unfastened the harness holding Alice and gently placed her on the floor so she could move and stretch.
The baby, always restless, took advantage of her freedom and began to crawl around the small space. Despite the circumstances, seeing her curiosity about the world brought a small smile to your face. “You really need a good bath,” you commented softly, as if the little girl could understand your words. Alice, of course, simply looked at you with those lively eyes, emitting a babble as she smiled, completely oblivious to the harshness of the outside world.
With a clumsy but determined movement, Alice crawled back to you, raising her little arms as if wanting to be picked up. “Again?” you murmured, lifting the little one and holding her against your chest. “I’ve spoiled you too much, haven’t I?” you said with a slight laugh, as Alice rested her head on your shoulder, her small body immediately relaxing in your arms.
You gently stroked her back, feeling her breathing calm and steady. The need to protect her enveloped you strongly, like a silent promise you had made without even realizing it. This new place, this camp full of strangers, represented a risk, yes, but also an opportunity. An opportunity to find a respite, at least for a while, so that both of you could regain your strength.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Despite the initial distrust and the evident dangers of the outside world, these people seemed, at least, more human than what you had encountered before. Glenn had been kind, and the others had shown no signs of rejection. There was a certain sense of community in the camp, a spark of hope that seemed hard to find in these times.
#the walking dead#writers on tumblr#glenn rhee x reader#glenn rhee#carl grimes#rick grimes#daryl dixon#maggie rhee#one shot#fluff#negan smith#lori grimes#for you#baby#rosita espinosa#twd daryl#twd negan#twd x reader#twd rick#twd#twd daryl dixon#twd glenn#carol peletier#michonne grimes#rick x michonne#twdedit#twd carl#twd carol#twd cast#twd headcanons
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#My crowning jewel#twd#rosita espinosa#daryl dixon#carol peletier#negan smith#the walking dead#my post
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TWD Incorrect Quotes from my classmates
Tw: contains swear words, mention of sex, use of slut and maybe some other offense things, idk
Michonne: Because your minds are still developing you want to….
Y/N: Do drugs!
Michonne: Take more risks…
Y/N: Nah…
Michonne: A risk is any unsafe action or stupid, thoughtless and careless behaviour.
Carl to Y/N: Literally me.
*Coughs that sound like an erupting volcano*
Abraham: My tummy hurts.
Michonne: Can you name three risks?
Merle: Sex with no protection!
Carl: A gun with no safety on!
Y/N: Having a forehead as big as Merle’s!
Deanna: So, we have codes A, C and D.
Rick: Why not code B? Where’s the B????
Aaron: B-cause.
Glenn: You should b- ashamed of yourself…. I’m not funny
Maggie: You’re not funny
Deanna: So, code A stands for….?
Daryl: Ass!
Eugene: Acceptable!
Aaron: Yeah *fistbump*
Y/N: Nerd!
Deanna: What about code C?
Maggie: Coffee.
Eugene: Calculated!
Deanna: Yes! How about code D?
Abraham: Deez nuts!
Sasha: Dangerous!
Carol: Destructive!
Deanna: Yeah! You guys concern me!
Y/N: Ron, shut up you acoustic monk.
Glenn: Guys I accidentally wrote relationhips instead of relationships.
Carl: Y/N, has relationhips.
Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean?!?!
Y/N: Carl, has a shirt that says ‘ Roblox is life’ shirt, and he said it suits me.
Negan: Feel how soft my water bottle is.
Simon: Stop stroking your water bottle like that!
Michonne: What’s something that was legal, but was a destructive decision?
Merle: Weed!
Enid: I wanna jump off a cliff.
Y/N: I wanna kiss a 12 gauge.
Enid: My dad jumped out of a plane without a parachute…
Carl: My dad is a plane.
Andrea: My butt hurts.
Dale: *Gives strange look*
Andrea: You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me.
Dale: What?
Shane: Ha!
Dale: No, I actually didn’t hear.
Amy: Real.
Negan: Did you wash your ass today?
Michonne: So, tell me an example of a safety risk?
Merle: Your mom
Michonne: …and some conatin cannabis
Judith: These gummies tastes funny.
*Watching a budget direct ad and Captain Risky comes on*
Jesus: Smash
Ron: Bro’s him
Daryl: I mean he has all the skills
Carl: Bluds the main character
Y/N: You look like a potato
Dwight: You look like a trash can
Y/N: Nuh uh
Dwight: Yeah uh
Negan: Dwight, keep working *Lightly caresses the shovel Dwight’s hand*
Y/N: Stop!
Dwight: Stop it I don’t like it!
Y/N: Yes, we are Sluts
Rosita: Sexy Ladies Under Tonnes of Stress
Y/N: I can’t make a decision that big, I can’t even tie my own shoes!
Enid: Please tell me you’re joking.
Y/N: I’m not, I tie them like a three-year old! Let me show you!
Enid: No, no thanks…
Y/N: Watch my feet! Watch my shoes. *Ties laces with two loops*
Enid: Ew *visibly cringes*
Carl: …I just asked if you wanted pancakes or waffles….
Glenn: Look how much funny shit we said today.
Daryl: I can’t it’s too black
Glenn: Ayo?
Daryl: I meant too dark!
Y/N: Nah!
*Glenn adjusts lighting*
Daryl: Now it’s too white!
Y/N: !!!
Daryl: Too bright! Too bright!
Negan: BALLS
Y/N: Gotta rizz ‘em with the ‘tism
Negan: I’m a Savior….save ya mom!
*Carl and Ron carrying a log*
Enid: For a second I thought that was in their ass’s
Y/N: I want them up my ass
Enid: What?
Y/N: What?
*Truck passes*
Daryl: Awww yeah, listen to tha’
Y/N: I can smell the air…
Daryl: No shit, sherlock!
Glenn: Don’t judge a book by it’s-
Eugene: Erm actually, it’s in the human instincts system, for us to make a quick judgement on a person appearance to determine whether they are friend or foe.
Y/N: Oooh, did I appear friend or foe when you first saw me?
Eugene: Well, when I first encountered you, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, but since then, I have realised my mistake and have grown scared of you.
Rosita: He’s scared of everything…
Eugene: Not pickles!
Beth: What song do you wear?
#twd#the walking dead#twd incorrect quotes#carl grimes#daryl dixon#dale horvath#rick grimes#shane walsh#amy harrison#andrea harrison#enid rhee#back off enid#ron anderson#rosita espinosa#eugene porter#abraham ford#glenn rhee#maggie rhee/greene#michonne grimes#negan smith#simon twd#dwight twd#twd jesus#judith grimes#twd aaron#twd deanna#carol peletier#merle dixon#sasha twd
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[REGULAR LOVE] New Artworks Coming Soon.
Created By @nicomxm23.
#regular show#regular show fanart#mordecai#rosita smith#mordaret#mordecai x margaret#mordecaixmargaret#mordecai margarita#mordecai regular show#mordecaiymargarita#margaritaymordecai#artwork#fanart#cartoon#animation#morderita
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Feliz día de los Muertos! 💀🎉💜❤️💙
Rosita © @fxe4596
Lisa © @arjb612
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hi my little deer!
i’ve realized recently that there’s a lack of traffic w/ TWD fanfics, series, smut, etc. I wanted to maybe start a long term series, but i wanted to know who you guys might want it to be about?
For example would you rather an OC or Y/N? Who would you want it to be about? Daryl, Rick, Negan, Carl, Shane? Maybe even Rosita or Maggie?
Send some requests!! Might even take on more than one series, just let me know!
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: reader and character are in an established relationship
Warnings: swears, mentions of violence
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥
・Automatically thinks there’s a walker or some type of danger when you call out
・But your eyes are closed and you’re still asleep. Yet this nightmare has a harsh grip on you, almost like torture. You watch over and over as your loved ones are ripped to shreds
・It’s when you start crying that Daryl thinks it best he wake you
・Slowly he peels you off of his chest, gently shaking you out of your trembling slumber
“Y/n, y/n, come on sweetheart-”
・His voice is low and gravelling, but especially so since he had been asleep only minutes ago
・You awake, and stare at Daryl with tears in your eyes
・He kisses your cheek, and moves so that his body is firmly around yours.
・He has become so intune with you that he knows when you feel uncomfortable, it’s become another sense for him. Because without you, he wouldn’t be able to carry on. Truly, he wouldn’t. And if he did not die, then he would be a shell of himself.
・And so whenever you’re in pain, in discomfort or unsafe, there’s a feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Sweetheart, I got you. C’mere,” and his arms wrap around you. Holding you tight. Promising not to let anyone or anything hurt you. Not even in your sleep.
𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞
・Holds you as soon as she realises that your dream had turned sour
“Hey, hey, shhh. I’m here.”
・Her hand wipes away the sweat that covers your forehead, gently letting you know you’re safe
・It’s happened so many times that even the smallest sentence from Maggie calms you.
・With her, you know nothing bad will happen to you
・Like a protective circle, whenever she’s near, the nightmares don’t get too bad. But tonight, for some reason, they did.
“Baby, hey y/n, baby wake up,” she gently cooes you to consciousness
“Wha-what?” You say breathlessly, your eyes darting around the dark room. Not comprehending where you are.
“You’re safe,” she repeats, moving the hair from your face.
“Oh-Maggie,” and instantly you sag with relief.
𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧
・He lays awake, watching you intently as you sleep.
・Negan loves watching you like this, cosy and unbothered in his arms.
・His thumb sweeps over your eyelashes and it’s almost like you live in a normal world.
・But then the nightmares start again and you’re ripped from comfort
・Negan’s instinctual react is to hold you close against his body, pressing kisses on your forehead as you’re woken by the memories of your past
“It was only a dream baby,” he mumbles in your ear.
“No, no it happened. It really happened-” you start to sob, and Negan’s heart breaks at the sight of you like this
・He wants to make it all go away. To make it stop. He just wants you to have a better life.
𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚
・Her knife is in her hands within seconds; an ingrained reaction even before the outbreak
“What? What is it?” She hisses, not knowing that you’re asleep. Sleep talking.
・It isn’t until she peers over at you, that she lowers her knife and sighs
・This has happened every day for three weeks, and she thought she would be used to it by now
“Hey y/n, babe,” she gently shakes you awake. Doing her best not to scare you awake.
・You do though - awaken. And embarrassment floods you. A red blush creeps onto your cheeks, because god, you don’t want to appear weak.
・But Rosita understands. She knows what it’s like, to not be able to find solace in the land of the unconscious.
・Seeing your face, she plants kisses all over it, making sure to give you a long kiss on the forehead.
“I love you,” she whispers as your foreheads touch.
“And I love you,” you reply, eyes already starting to droop.
𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤
・He only sleeps after you, and in this case, you went to sleep early. Lucky for Rick, it meant he was able to fall asleep quickly.
・But his worst nightmare came true - he heard you scream.
・Even in his unconscious state, he was able to wake himself up and locate the source of the danger.
・But there was nothing. No one. No walkers. No whisperers. Nothing.
・And then he turned to you, and saw that you were shaking, goosebumps errupting on your skin. When he reached out, you were burning up.
・His gut dropped, sick. This was the last thing that he wanted. He couldn’t have you sick, he couldn’t bear it.
・So he left you sleep, not knowing that it wasn’t sickness but a nightmare of how the apocolypse started for you
・Even as he got the doctor to your bedroom door, you awoke in a panic.
・Heavily disorientated, you sat up as the doctor did his usual checks and ... everything was fine. Just an elevated heart rate.
・Rick, relieved rather than embarassed, apologised to the doctor and was met with fury.
“It was a nightmare Rick! Only a fucking nightmare!”
𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧
・He is perfect in these situations. Glenn has always been the glue that keeps everyone together - who makes sure everyone is okay. And to be his significant other is like being with a goddamn therapist (in the best and the worst ways)
・But in this particular situation, he knows exactly what to do. Because he knows how he likes to be treated
“Honey, y/n, baby, it’s a nightmare. That’s all, that’s all-” He moves so he’s behind you, a cold wash cloth in his hands, covering your forehead
・Even in the sleep, you know who it is. Whose able to anchor you.
Glenn, get back to Glenn, it’s what you say in your dream, wanting to get back to the man you love so dearly. So fiercely.
・It’s a struggle, but your eyes open and you break free. Like coming out of a curse, you feel the safeness of Glenn instantly
“I thought I lost you,” you sobbed into his chest. He was the only person you would allow to see you cry
・Rubbing your back, he says all he can to calm you down.
𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞
・Has a hard time falling asleep and staying asleep.
・So she feels when you start to move beside her, noises coming from your mouth, soon turning into words
“Please, no!”
・The noises break her heart and she turns over to face you
・Tears are streaming down your face, even though you’re asleep. So, she reaches over and places a hand on your face.
・Almost like a siren calling to a sailor, you react to her touch. Almost instantly calming you down
“Hey, hey,” she coos. Doing her best not to wake you. Michonne thinks that if she can soothe you without waking you, then you could still get a good nights sleep.
・Because that doesn’t happen often.
・But you can’t stay asleep without the darkness creeping in. Somehow, even the most lighthearted of dreams turn sour.
・All you can do is try not to let Michonne know.
𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥
・Feels you stirring in the night - she’s a light sleeper
・Watches as you toss and turn, gently placing a hand on your arm, shooshing you quietly.
“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.”
・But her words do nothing as the walkers descend on your camp. The defenses are gone, and everyone you love is about to die.
・You start screaming and that’s when Carol has to shake you awake. First it was gently but you were so engrossed in your nightmare that you thought it was a walker grabbing at your arms
“Please y/n, wake up!” Carol pleaded. Over and over again, until in your dream you’re bitten.
・With a jolt, you open your eyes and take a big gasp. Like the air had been ripped from your lungs.
・But you see Carol’s face, unharmed, worried, but safe.
・And you sigh.
・So does she.
・And this goes on and on, each night. The same dream, plaguing you. For your nightmare could come true.
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My Requests are open!
Hi guys, I know it's been a while, but I'm back, and with new people who I'll be happy to write for you; here's my list!
The Walking Dead:
Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Enid Rhee, Michonne, Rosita, Simon, Abraham, Carol, Jesus "Paul", Shane, Sasha, Dwight, Beth
House MD:
Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson, Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman, "Thirteen"
CreepyPasta:
Jeff The Killer, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Jane The Killer, Nina The Killer, Hoodie, Masky, Liu, Sally
Slashers/Creepos:
Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, BeetleJuice
Criminal Minds:
Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Cat Adams, George Foyet
White Collar:
Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Alex Hunter, Diana Berrigan, Lauren Cruz, Clinton Jones
Hannibal NBC:
Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Beverly Katz, Freddie Lounds
Marvel Universe:
Loki Laufeyson, Mobius Mobius, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfied, and Tom Holland), MJ Watson, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Prince T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Okoye, Carol Danvers, Gamora, Peter Quill, Nebula
IT (2017 and 2019):
Patrick Hockstetter, Henry Bowers, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Pennywise
Stranger Things:
Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Jonathon Byers, Jim Hopper, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Karen Wheeler, Dr. Brenner, Argyle, Billy Hargrove
Once Upon a Time:
Rumplestiltskin, Emma Swan, Prince Charming, Snow White, Regina Mills, Henry Mills, Killian Jones, Baelfire, Robin Hood, Peter Pan, Belle, August/Pinocchio, Ruby/Red, Zelena
Good Omens:
Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Anathema Device, Newton "Newt" Pulsifer, Beelzebub, Muriel
Avatar:
Jake Sully, Neytiri, Kiri (No smut), Lo'ak (No smut), Neteyam (No smut)
The Boys:
Homelander, Billy Butcher, Becca Butcher, Frenchie, Hughie Campbell, Mothers Milk, Queen Maeve, Starlight, A-Train, Deep, Black Noir, Firecracker, Kimiko "The Female", Ashley Barret, Ryan Butcher (No smut), Victoria Neuman, Soldier Boy
And that's it so far! I'll add more as I go, I swear <3
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