#the ruins of us

[daryltwdixon]

Hello :)

Thank you guys so much for the love lately, it means so much to me!

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Longer Works

✦ complete ✧ in progress

✦ The Ruins of Us: Daryl has always been your lifeline, your escape from a broken home and a rough childhood on the wrong side of Atlanta, Georgia. No matter how hard things got, you had him, and he had you—until Officer Shane Walsh came along and turned your world upside down. As your bond with Daryl starts to unravel, so does the world around you. Now, in the midst of a post-apocalyptic nightmare, survival means more than just facing walkers. It’s about trying to mend your broken connection with Daryl while battling Shane’s increasingly aggressive behavior, which looms darker with each passing day. Important note: For this story's purpose, Daryl is in his 20s. Set during Seasons 1 & 2 of TWD: Reader Insert.

✧ The Promise of Us: After the farm’s devastating fall, you’re forced to confront not only the dangers of the open landscape but the emotional weight that presses down on you every day. The distraction of survival left little room to process the pain and guilt that now linger beneath the surface. When the group discovers the prison, the urgency to survive finally eases, and the flood of emotions you’ve buried starts to rise. With the adrenaline gone, you’re left to face your grief, guilt, and shifting dynamics within the group. Relationships are tested in the wake of loss, and your inner struggle feels heavier than ever. Yet, through it all, there’s one bond you can always rely on: Daryl. Steady, unwavering, and your constant in a world of uncertainty, he might be the only thing keeping you grounded as you fight through the fog of grief and find your way back to yourself. Set in season 3 of TWD: Reader Insert.

One Shots

✭ smut

Red Dress ✭

Sucker

The One on the Bike✭

Picture You✭

Worship✭

Kinktober masterlist✭

Requested One Shots: (open!)

Double Lines

Live-In Bodyguard

Northern Lights

housekeeping:

I tend to post / reblog explicit writings, so please do not follow or interact if you are a minor. You will be blocked.

Just a quick heads-up: if you see me interacting from my main blog, @plzlou it’s because this is a side blog! There are some features that side blogs don’t have, so I’ll need to switch to my main account for certain actions, especially when it comes to liking posts & following.

I post about The Walking Dead. Please expect when you read for their to be canon-type violence (aka walker deaths, gore, smaller character deaths, etc). I will leave warnings for anything outside of the usual realm of the show like s/a, major character deaths, extreme gore. Please read with caution if that is not something you can handle!

[dummy-daisy]

“accidental” anal. i'm laying on my stomach and you're over me, pinning me down with your weight. your cock is pounding into my willing, wet pussy hole when it slips. there is no prep, just brute force, your hard cock, still wet from my other hole, pressing against the tight muscle, pain, then it gives in and you sink your length into my ass. you've planned this all along. you love the way my thightest hole grips your cock. how i tense and scream underneath you and you just hold me down and make me take it. you whisper your apologies into my ear as you force your cock in again and again. it just feels so good for you. you can't stop. it was just an accident, but i'm doing so well taking it. fuck, you're going to cum. you fuck me harder. accidentally.

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[daryltwdixon]

Writing season 1 & 2 Daryl was so fun and I love him sm 😭😭😭 my angel !!!!!!! 😇👼🏼

What's so tragic and difficult about season 1-2 walking dead and their treatment of daryl is how hard he tried to be a good member of the group. he defended camp in season 1, he fought to get out of the c.d.c with everything he had, he saved t-dog with no hesitation, he looked for sophia (he looked for that girl every single day!!) the moment they told him they needed something daryl made it happen. he even had the drugs to fight tdogs infection. AND he was offering everyone as much comfort as he could along the way. The way his conversations with carol and andrea went,,,, the man just wanted to make things okay in his on way. and people judged him so much for being a hick and never thanked him for all of the effort he put into everything he did- and because they never thanked him and showed him the kindness he deserved he genuinely thought they looked down on him in the way merle said.

ugh

season 2 daryl dixon you mean everything to me

[katsukistofu]

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x teacher! fem reader. fluff. ⭑ he keeps staring. the kids notice.

In your five years of teaching, you never thought you’d see Dynamight sitting cross-legged on the daisy shaped carpet in the center of your classroom, while your kids swarm around him to paint his face.

Warmth spreads across your chest as you take it all in. It’s quite the sight, to see the big, buff, seasoned twenty five year old pro hero letting all these tiny toddlers take turns taking clumsy swipes at his face with the colorful paints you bought for them the week before for art class.

What you don’t notice is the way his eyes trail to you wherever you are in the classroom. When you move to open the windows to let the fresh air in, to wipe the chalkboard, even when you’re organizing the mess of crayons on your desk into their rightful bins.

“Why do you keep staring at our teacher?” One of them, a little boy wearing his t-shirt backwards, curiously pipes up. Everyone else nods in agreement, they’ve been wondering the exact same thing.

“You gonna tell her what I said when I leave later?” Katsuki raises a brow. A chorus of playful noooo’s follow him.

“We’re gonna tell her while you’re still here!”

These little brats. He’s barely known these kids for two hours and already he knows that they love you like a second mother, and wouldn’t be letting him go so easily. There’s fondness in his eyes as Katsuki chuckles and leans in, and the kids eagerly lean in to hear what he has to say.

“I’m starin’ cause she’s pretty.”

Gasps and nods of agreement spread across the carpet just as you clap your hands together, your sweet voice ringing through the classroom, to which everyone, including Katsuki with his paint bedazzled face, turns to give you their fullest attention.

“Alright my angels, let’s give Mr. Dynamight some space now okay?”

Curious little eyes glance back and forth between you and Dynamight with, when someone loudly pipes up, “Ms. L/n doesn’t have a boyfriend!”

“Mr. Dynamight thinks you’re pretty!”

“He stares at you like the way my brother stares at ice cream!”

“Hey I was going to say that!”

Bickering ensues across the carpet and you simply gape at them as a hint of a smirk appears on Katsuki’s face.

Should we tell them after class? He mouths in your direction.

No, you mouth back, covering a giggle behind your hand at the continued chaos of your kids behind your boyfriend.

A little homework never hurt anyone.

[lotus-pear]

cringefail exes oh my god

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[d3cayingdolly]

you can take a girl out of the messy teenager phase but you can't take the messy teenager phase out of a girl

[thepoisonroom]

anyone else know in their heart that they would absolutely adore smoking cigarettes so they have to avoid them like the plague or just me

[daryltwdixon]

table of contents

Daryl has always been your lifeline, your escape from a broken home and a rough childhood on the wrong side of Atlanta, Georgia. No matter how hard things got, you had him, and he had you—until Officer Shane Walsh came along and turned your world upside down. As your bond with Daryl starts to unravel, so does the world around you. Now, you’re navigating a post-apocalyptic nightmare, where survival means facing not just the walkers, but trying to repair what you once had with Daryl and Shane’s increasingly aggressive behavior. Set during Season 1 of The Walking Dead.

Important note: For this story's purpose, Daryl is in his 20s during s1 of TWD. Fem reader. Use of Y/N.

warnings: canon violence, mentions of: s/a, drug and alcohol use, abusive parents, domestic violence, character deaths, violence against mfc

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Epilogue

[dummy-daisy]

i've been begging to know the date of my next orgasm for weeks, and you finally give in. you make me worship your cock as you tell me the date. i swallow your cum as i imagine what it will feel like, to cum again after months and months of merciless edging and denial. the date gets closer. you tease me, you fuck me, you put me on no touch for a week until the day is there. i think you're doing this to torture me extra hard before rewarding me with an orgasm.

it's the day, finally. you wake me up with a dry ass fuck. you piss in my hole and make me slobber up the mix of cum and pee afterwards. this is fine, i think, i have to endure it in exchange for an orgasm later. you ignore me for the most part of the day. you have me bouncing on a dildo while you prepare lunch, you have me expose and slap my tits for your amusement during our afternoon walk. it's the evening of my big orgasm day, and i haven't even edged yet. i beg. “please Sir, will you let me cum now?”

after dinner, we retreat to our bedroom. you tie me up, my hands and legs to the bedposts. you blindfold me. you gag me. you slap my greedy cunt, and it leaks and begs without words for a pleasure it's been denied for so long. finally, you start edging me. every time i get close i think the time has come to orgasm on my dom's fingers. when you switch to the vibe, i think i will get to explode around the vibrating bulb. but i don't. you edge me relentlessly. you force me to the brink of cumming again and again. i lose my mind. i try to scream, beg and bargain through the gag. tears soak the blindfold. i have to cum. i have to cum now.

that's when you stop. you undo the gag, and silence my senseless babbling with your cock. you fuck my mouth hard while i'm writhing underneath you, my pussy aching and hurting with the need to cum. you fill my throat with your hot seed, and lay beside me as i gag and swallow. i feel your warm breath at my ear, and your fingers running through my sweaty hair.

“you're so dumb, my horny denied cunt. you begged me to let you know the date of your next orgasm, but you never bothered to ask for the year.”

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[blushingbubbles]

!!!i made this! if u want to repost plss give credit🥺!!!

notes will close on 7/3/24 at 11:59pmmm, which is when my no-touch denial endsssss. i will finally be allowed to touch but i still wont be able to cummmmm sooooo make me stupid EDIT: it's been up for 35 minutes and i already have almost 34 hourssss of edginggg heeheh 1 hr: 62.75 hrs edgingggg heeheheheh

4 hrs: 97.75 hrs edginggg!!!! eeeeeee

[riddleturner]

he's an apostate. he's a grey warden. he's on the run from the law. he's bonded body mind and soul to a spirit of the fade. he practices one of the rarest and most taxing magical diciplines known to mages. he's a cat dad. he was put in solitary confinement for a full year. he saves lives daily and asks for no payment. he's a massive bitch. he's personal friends with the hero of ferelden. he hates the church. he's hopelessly in love with you. he writes and distributes his own manifesto. he was forced to kill his own ex boyfriend. he doesn't see a way out. he's fucking blonde.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Cassie REALLY wants the Vanny mask..

[itwaslegendary]

“taylor has changed so much why is she bringing her boyfriend on stage :/“

no actually this same taylor swift mouthed “hi taylor” on SNL while talking about people asking her if she’s “dating the werewolf from twilight” and she used to namedrop people on songs, she has not changed at all