#the walking dead 2010

[bloodycotton]

Day seven, okey, this whole tober thing is way harder than i thought.

Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(English is NOT my first language)

Day 7.- Soul Mates

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead, 2010) x Fem!reader

When night fell on the road and the sounds of the wandering dead were all you could hear, the most terrifying thing was that you couldn't see them. And sometimes, when you did manage to see them, it was too late, so the nights were the most difficult, the most uncomfortable and the most dangerous. 

You slept as much as you could and where you could, trying to stay alert for any kind of threat, dead or alive. Every little sound put you on the defensive, the rustle of dry leaves, the small twigs breaking as animals passed overhead. 

The higher above the ground you slept, the better you were able to fall asleep, even if your body complained about the discomfort, and you were sore, sleeping in the trees was the safest option you had in mind. 

A month and a couple of weeks had passed since the dead populated the land, and only a couple of the living were left fighting for their lives. You included. 

If finding your soul mate was difficult before, now it was impossible, but you had the consolation that this person was still alive for you, because soul mates had a special connection, a shared empathy, they felt each other's emotions. And you could feel everything he or she felt. 

And you were worried, he was lonely, anxious, distressed, fatigued and couldn't sleep even for a second, something was wrong with him, and you were scared that you couldn't help him before something bad happened to him, that you couldn't get to your soul mate before death claimed him. 

That's why you were trying so hard to survive, to stay calm, to at least give a little peace of mind to the other end of the loop, as another night fell on their heads. 

What you didn't expect was to find a little girl running from a walker in the middle of the woods, almost across an internal Georgia road. You helped her, of course you helped her, she was no more than ten years old, and she looked exhausted and scared, more than scared she was terrified. 

With precise movements you raised your weapon and took down the walkers, bringing them both to safety, setting off on a journey to the road where she had told you her mother would be waiting for her, but your heart broke when you saw no one, only the pile of abandoned cars. 

Her little hand squeezed yours, you were sure she was distraught. "Do you have any idea where they were?" You asked her, maybe they had left some kind of directions they could follow or some clue as to where her mother might be. 

"Just up ahead" I pointed to the little girl, Sophia, as she had said herself, her name was when you saved her from the walkers. 

"Let's go and look for her then" You said trying to sound a bit more hopeful, but there was a knot in your stomach, you didn't want to be negative, but the chances that her mother could be alive were very low. But with a sigh, you decided that you wouldn't leave her alone for anything in the world. 

You both walked into the tangle of cars, the sound of your soft footsteps contrasting with the thump of your heart pounding in your chest. Without meaning to, the anxiety and anguish was growing in you and Daryl could feel it, he could feel your emotions boiling over, and it scared him, you were always calm, in a state of serenity, he was the anxious one, the one who always put himself in dangerous situations. And those thoughts sent him into a spiral at one of the worst times, for he was supposed to be looking for the girl and some trace that she might be alive, but he was thinking about his soul mate and his growing anxiety while he was on a horse. 

His hands tightened on the rein, and he tried to take slow, deep breaths. When the mare he was on saw a snake, making her jump and dropping him off the small cliff, he yelped in surprise as he was thrown from the saddle and fell to the rocky ground, landing with a groan and a cry of pain as his back hit a large rock and one of his own arrows burying itself in the side of his abdomen.  

A wave of pain and anguish hit you, and you knew he was in danger, and despair washed over you. 

The forest thickened as you moved through it, the trees closing in around you, obscuring the path even further. Sophia was still at your side, her small hand clutched tightly in yours. The fear on her face reminded you how fragile hope was in these times.

You both moved on, the silence of the forest was overwhelming, only interrupted by the rustling of the wind and the rustling of branches. Your mind whirled around your soul mate, growing more and more restless. It wasn't normal for him to feel this way. You knew there must be something else. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the connection you shared, that strange empathy that bound you together, as if your hearts beat in unison.

Suddenly, a muffled growl echoed through the trees. Instinctively, you stopped, causing Sophia to stand still beside you.

"What was that?" Sophia asked, her eyes growing wide with fear.

"I don't know," you said, trying to remain calm as you moved a little deeper into the thicket. Every step seemed like an echo, but there was something in the air that pulled you forward, like a tugging at your insides.

Your heart was racing every moment, and then you felt it. A surge of pain and anguish came from your soul mate, a silent scream that echoed in your chest. Without thinking, you began to run, leading Sophia behind you.

You couldn't stop. Anxiety flooded through you, pulling you forward, like a magnet you couldn't ignore.

Finally, you came to a kind of clearing, where the light illuminated a small stream. There, on the ground, with pale skin and an arrow through his side, was a man, and you knew immediately that this man was your soul mate. His face was covered in sweat and a grimace of pain plagued him, as his eyes closed and opened, as if he was struggling to stay conscious.

"Daryl," Sophia murmured behind you, quickly approaching the man lying in the water, Daryl was his name, and you knelt down beside him. The world around you faded away, all that mattered was him. "God... What do I do?" The pain was searing, and you still felt it, which was good, it meant he was still okay, or at least that's what you told yourself. 

He looked at you, confusion and pain reflected in his gaze. "You...?" he murmured, his voice cracking. "Sophia...?" You felt a new surge, but now of reassurance, of relief, Daryl was relieved to see you, you and Sophia safe and sound. 

He didn't know you fully, but he knew who you were, he felt it. 

[spacedlexi]

can we try again?

[mynameis-veryfuckingconfused]

and 14 years later i'm still here

[dailyflicks]

THE WALKING DEAD 2.07 “Pretty Much Dead Already”

[cleanpuppyonly]

[madztheangel]

Carl grimes aesthetic 📚

[lovesick-girly]

au college!carl grimes headcanons 

His Room:

Disaster zone. Crumpled clothes, half-made bed, bong on the nightstand, old TV with busted speakers, comic books and CDs everywhere. One wall is just taped-up everything—movie posters, Judith’s drawings, stolen traffic or street signs. A broken Walkman he swears he’s going to fix. The room definitely smells like sweat, smoke, cologne, and something unspeakably boyish.

His Drug Use:

He’s not spiralling, but he’s not squeaky clean either. He does shrooms with his philosophy major friend and microdoses before lectures. Sometimes he zones out during study groups, pupils blown wide, talking about Plato like he met him in a dream. He keeps his grades up effortlessly, which makes it more frustrating for his professors when he skips class and still aces the exams.

His Relationship with Rick & Michonne:

They love him but don’t get him. Rick’s tired but trying, and Michonne’s the only one who can cut through Carl’s stubborn moods. They’ve got this mutual respect thing—they share late-night snacks sometimes when Rick’s out, quietly watching old kung fu movies.

Judith:

He’s her goddamn hero. He shows up in his beat-up shit-box car that barely starts (which Carl loves), covered in bumper stickers, glove compartment that's stuffed with receipts, old assessments and fast food wrappers. There’s a constant rattle he can’t find the source of, and honestly, he’s stopped looking. He keeps a booster seat in the back just for her. Take her to playgrounds, get ice cream, really anywhere she wants. She “picks” the music—he makes her mix CDs and labels them like “Judith’s Existential Road Trip Vol. 3” or “Driving Miss Judith”. Everyone assumes he’s her too-young dad, and he never corrects them.

Lori & Shane’s Place:

White suburban nightmare. Lori is trying to rebuild a stable family, but Carl’s presence always makes things tense. Shane overcompensates with uncomfortable attempts at affection. When Carl does stay, he sleeps in the guest room that used to be his and leaves passive-aggressive post-its around the house; (“The blinds are crooked. Just like your moral compass.”). The visits always end in a fight, but he keeps coming back—for Judith, and those rare soft moments with his mum.

The Blind Eye Origin:

Carl got in some kind of accident at 16-ish—maybe a random accident or a car crash; when Shane was supposed to be watching him. Rick was furious. Lori spun it like Rick wasn’t there, and it became a whole turning point in the divorce. It left Carl partially blind in his right eye, and now he’s got this milky, unfocused pupil. He wears an eyepatch, or sunglasses, or just uses his hair to cover it. And maybe when he’s high, or really tired, he forgets to put the cover back on.

He doesn’t talk about it. If someone asks, he either changes the subject or deadpans. The only people he ever lets see it uncovered are Judith (who doesn’t even notice) and maybe Michonne, who once saw it when she came in without knocking and he didn’t have his cover on yet. She didn’t say anything. Just looked at him like she saw all of him and didn’t flinch. That meant something.

Bonus Highschool Carl

The Fighting Phase (age 15–17-ish):

Started with one fight he didn’t start but definitely finished. Maybe someone said something about his eye, or his mom, or Judith, and he blacked out for a minute. After that, it kind of… became a thing. Bloody knuckles hidden in flannel sleeves. Always walking out of the principal’s office with a warning slip. Rick was furious—kept grounding him, dragging him to therapy that Carl never said a word in. Michonne tried the calm talk. It wasn’t about winning the fights—it was about feeling real, feeling seen, feeling not numb.

How It Ended:

Maybe he really hurt someone once. Not just bruises—hospital hurt. Or maybe Judith saw him come home looking bloodied/beaten and she bursted into tears. That stopped him cold. He never talked about it again. Just started channeling that rage into something else; music, his car, drugs.

he’s feral but he’s got heart. and a booster seat.

[atomicradiogirl]

save me rick grimes timothy olyphant save me

[jdms-flat-ass]

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN | dilf gifs x

[grimsleepar]

i have an unfathomable love for quentin in my heart.

[nostalgc]

Andrew Lincoln in TWD season 1 Ep 1 (2010) please if you save or use like or reblog

[dailyflicks]

RICK GRIMES in The Walking Dead — “What Lies Ahead”

[pedroam-bang]

The Walking Dead (2010)

[prettyprincessx0]

The female urge to run away and go live in a small town in America

[favorite-characters]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

Norman Reedus as ᴅᴀʀʏʟ ᴅɪxᴏɴ (sh. Frank Darabont / S01 / 2010)

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Better Call Saul ended with Jimmy being sentenced to 86 years in supermax federal prison in 2010. There are two possible scenarios for his future.

He serves 10 years and some change before receiving a pardon from the outgoing disaster-in-chief in January 2021.

The Walking Dead zombie apocalypse starts and he escapes into the Colorado wilderness sometime in 2011.

Now that's a spinoff I'd like to see. Forget Daryl in France, or Maggie and Negan in New York, or whatever the hell is going on with Rick and Michonne.