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bloodycotton · 1 month ago
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Day seven, okey, this whole tober thing is way harder than i thought.
Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words
(English is NOT my first language)
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Day 7.- Soul Mates
Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead, 2010) x Fem!reader
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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. 
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and 14 years later i'm still here
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dailyflicks · 2 years ago
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THE WALKING DEAD | 3.01 
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fanofspooky · 2 months ago
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Scream King - Ray Wise
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madztheangel · 2 months ago
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Carl grimes aesthetic 📚
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atomicradiogirl · 6 months ago
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save me rick grimes timothy olyphant save me
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celebratingwomen · 9 months ago
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Lauren Cohan photographed by Brian Bowen Smith for Imagista magazine, 2015
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jdms-flat-ass · 1 year ago
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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN | dilf gifs x
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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 11 months ago
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She married this guy
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nostalgc · 3 months ago
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Andrew Lincoln in TWD season 1 Ep 1 (2010) please if you save or use like or reblog
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somethingusefulfromflorida · 9 months ago
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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.
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pedroam-bang · 21 days ago
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The Walking Dead (2010)
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georgeromeros · 2 years ago
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THE WALKING DEAD 1.01: “Days Gone Bye”
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dailyflicks · 1 year ago
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THE WALKING DEAD 2.07 “Pretty Much Dead Already”
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yearningghostie · 1 year ago
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Came for the zombies, stayed for the homoerotic killers
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punchitmrsulu · 9 months ago
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Listen, if the guy isn't willing to cut off his own hand to get back to you, what is even the point?
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