#twd desired reality

[jadeshifting]

— 5 SENSES ( WAKING UP IN MY WALKING DEAD DR )

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♰ — this exact moment is one of quiet routine for me—another day of survival, waking up in an abandoned house i camped out in. i have no idea that my world is about to collide with Rick’s group, or that today, for better or worse, will change my life forever

♰  … SIGHT

— the first thing i see is the dim, grayish light of dawn filtering through the torn curtains of the bedroom window

— the faint outlines of abandoned furniture cast long shadows, and dust motes float lazily in the air

— my makeshift camp dominates the room—a military sleeping bag laid out on the floor, my sturdy backpack leaning against a cracked wall, and my dog Pistol’s harness draped over a nearby chair

— the house is eerily quiet, the hallway outside the door dark and foreboding. my gun rests within arm’s reach, its chrome steel reflecting a hint of light

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♰  … SOUND

— the world outside is unnervingly silent, broken only by the occasional rustle of tree branches in the breeze or a distant crow cawing

— i hear Pistol’s soft, rhythmic breathing beside me, occasionally punctuated by the sound of his paws twitching in a dream

— a faint creak echoes from the old floorboards as i move, a reminder of how precariously time-worn this house is

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♰  … SMELL

— the house smells stale, a mix of mildew, dry rot, and the faint metallic tang of rust. it’s the scent of decay that clings to every abandoned place in the apocalypse

— there’s a faint, earthy aroma of dirt and leather from Pistol, mingled with the lingering smell of the jerky i gave him last night

— my own scent—a mix of sweat, gun oil, and faint traces of strawberry chapstick—linger in the small, enclosed room

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♰  … TASTE

— my mouth is dry, tasting faintly of the strawberry gum i chewed last night. the hint of artificial sweetness still clings to my tongue, though now it feels stale and bitter

— i’m already craving the cold tang of water from my black steel bottle, though i know i’ll have to ration it

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♰  … TOUCH

— the soft warmth of Pistol’s fur brushes against my arm as he nudges me awake, his cold, wet nose pressing against my cheek to say good morning

— i feel the rough texture of the sleeping bag beneath my fingers as i push myself up. the coldness of the floor seeps through, making my joints ache slightly

— a faint chill hangs in the air, the kind that creeps into old houses and settles into the bones. it makes me shiver slightly as i rub my hands together to wake myself up fully

— my gun is cool and reassuringly heavy in my hand as i pick it up to check for any immediate threats

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[fawnontheweb]

“ Who’s the main character in your DR? “

[twddiary]

ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- I need him.

[marumarielle]

It's your time — Shift now

How many opportunities will you pass up just because you think you're not ready? How much time will you waste before deciding to experience your DR? You've always been waiting to be in the right mood, right time for it, but the only right time for it is NOW.

You should know that shifting happens when you DECIDE it happens.

★~notes still figuring out the format of posts I'm most comfortable with. So this is v experimental. Aside from that tho, I plan on making posts about my The Boys DR :DD

[inluvrn]

My dr boyfriends <33 (i love them sm)

[toast-crumb]

"yoUr dR iS gonNa be huMiD- yOuR dR Is goNnA Be unBeaRablE somEdayS- YoUr dR i-"

shut up that just makes me more excited because that lets me know its REAL i dont WANT everything to be sunshine and rainbows i WANT to feel itchy from standing in tall grass for too long, i WANT one arm to be tanner than the other bc it was hanging out the carside window

I want to experience and by god im gonna do it

[i-mostly-shift-to-anime]

How to do zombie combat? What's it like eating (what I assume) to be rationed food?

It’s actually pretty easy to fight zombies as long as there’s not too many. They’re slow and rotting corpses obviously so if you get one good shot you’ll be just fine. I’m a teenager in my TWD dr and the kids and teens in the Alexandria settlement aren’t allowed anywhere really without another person.

We eat rationed food sometimes but also we can grow things. If we find seeds or take them from fruit or vegetables we can plant them. Everything we do has to be sustainable in some way.

[kelpstheshifter]

My dr boyfriends (I have a type)

[stvrl0st]

"you shouldn't shift to the walking dead...you'll be--"

SLANDER. SLANDER.

[ophiespeaks]

twd dr but anytime anyone tries to shoot me their gun becomes a balloon animal. other than that everything is normal.

[jadeshifting]

— ♰  ༻ THE WALKING DEAD DR

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JADE THE SPADE . don’t laugh. i didn’t come up with it. before, because of my green thumb. now, because i’m a fucking menace with a shovel in my hand, and really no greater aspirations than seeing tomorrow—which may seem bleak, but i assure you it’s a fine way to live.

after the world ends, what’s left for someone like you? someone like me? when it’s really, truly, good and over.

it’s safe to say that humans have finally joined the circle—eating and being eaten. are we even still at the top of the food chain? i don’t particularly care, actually.

the end of the world ripped through the glitter and gloss of girlish dreams like a pack of ravenous wolves. a bunny in a den of foxes—it’s a balancing act between sugar and steel. the world’s gone grim, but i cling to whatever i can, hands reeking of blood and sweat and painted with silver polish. innocence not lost, just sharpened; a lamb draped in wolfskin, still soft enough to see beauty in the decay but clever enough to keep it from swallowing me whole. i stitch my identity from scraps, a patchwork of lace and leather, refusing to let the apocalypse strip me of the one thing i refuse to lose—myself

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WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE WORLD ENDED? (i know where i was)

★⋆. — the outbreak crashed my military academy camping trip like a bad joke with no punchline. one moment, it was knot tying and firestarting; the next, it was screaming, blood, and cadets turning into chew toys. survival instincts kicked in fast—me and a handful of others bolted while the rest of the group got torn apart like a horror movie cliché. i stuck to the shadows, scavenging supplies and dodging the undead like a ghost, my survival training doing overtime

★⋆. — when my small group’s numbers thinned thanks to panic and bad decisions, i was left solo. determined not to join the buffet or find my end along with the rest of the world, i continued alone, hopping fences, raiding cabins, and staying two steps ahead of death. by the time i stumbled into Rick Grimes and his happy-go-lucky group, i was half-feral, sharp as a switchblade, and carrying the weight of too many brushes with death to count

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— life was a glittering future on the horizon, and a brain full of ambitions too big for my boots. now?

the crisp order of my days is long gone, swapped for the jagged rhythm of scavenger life. ambition? boiled down to staying one step ahead of death. the pristine fawn i once was has learned to grow antlers—equal parts hunted and hunter, wide-eyed but feral, forever caught between innocence and savagery

who would’ve thought the apocalypse would feel like my second act? strange, huh? the world ends, and suddenly i’m not just surviving—i’m thriving. no crisp uniforms or barking instructors, no stupid ranks to fight for. just me, my dog, and a chaotic, gnarly world that somehow fits me like a glove. there’s something about the rawness of it all that feels honest—more honest than anything i had before. i can call my own shots without anyone telling me i’m too loud, too sharp, or too much.

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and the little things? they’re different… better, now. a decent meal, a sunrise, Pistol wagging his tail after a long run—they’re brighter, louder, sharper than they ever were back when the world was still spinning right. sure, there are days that gut me, losses that burn so bad i swear i’ll never come back from them, but there’s this gnarly kind of beauty in the fight, in clawing my way through it all and coming out the other side. i was built for this world, and for the first time, it feels like it was built for me, too

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SKILLS KEEP YOU ALIVE (if you’re willing to use them)

♰  ༻ SHARPSHOOTING . i’ve got an eagle eye and a steady hand—i’ll peg a walker (or a squirrel) from fifty yards out, no sweat

TRAP-SETTING . whether it’s walkers, wildlife, or unwanted guests, my snares are creative and borderline evil

♰  ༻ PICKPOCKETING . need a weapon, food, or a little “borrowed” lighter? i’ve got you covered

FIRST AID . i’m not a doc, but i can stitch, splint, and bandage with whatever’s lying around—duct tape included

♰  ༻ BARTERING . my haggling game is ruthless; i can trade a paperclip for a can of peaches and make you feel like you got the better deal

INSTINCT (WOLFISH?) . i’ve got a sixth sense for danger, reading people and places like a book with a big red DANGER stamp on the cove

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♰ “perfect traps, clean kills, no wasted movement. whoever did this is good. too good.”

HOW IS EVERY DAY THE EXACT SAME, ALWAYS DIFFERENTLY? (what day is it?)

♰  ༻ like a magpie with more orderly priorities, i scavenge all day, every day for food, trinkets, and anything remotely useful

diner dreams—i play short-order chef with whatever’s edible, whipping up “meals” that are 80% apocalypse creativity, 20% actual food (not sure what percentage edible, but it ain’t high)

♰  ༻ i braid my hair and clean my gear (even in the apocalypse, you can’t let yourself look like a total wreck. who do you think i am?)

keep my blades razor-sharp, practicing flips and spins to quiet my busy brain. i throw them and i hit my target

♰  ༻ my nightly routine includes gazing at the stars, wondering if there’s still a future worth fighting for. glamorous

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FOUND FAMILY? (first family. there was nothing before, either.)

finding a family after the world ended felt like stumbling onto an oasis in the middle of a desert—alien, overwhelming, and so damn beautiful it hurt. solo for so long, first by circumstance, then by necessity, the idea of belonging hit like a sucker punch. Rick’s quiet strength and Daryl’s rugged loyalty made them paternally carved out of grit and steel, grounding me in ways i didn’t know i needed. Carol, with her no-nonsense care and hidden softness, gave me a taste of the motherly warmth i’d long since buried as a pipe dream. and Beth—bright-eyed, gentle Beth—became the sister i’d never had, someone who made me believe in sweetness again, even in a world like one big sour gummy worm

♰  ༻ then there was Carl, all sharp edges and soft vulnerability. falling in love with him was like being cut by a blade i didn’t wanna dodge… like stepping into a fire i couldn’t put out—a blaze i’d protect with my last breath. the rest of the group—Glenn’s humor, Maggie’s resolve, Michonne’s quiet strength, Judith’s innocence—each thread wove into a tapestry i couldn’t live without

♰  ༻ raw, intense, and terrifyingly unfamiliar. this new family wasn’t bound by blood but by choice and survival, and protecting them becomes my creed, my compass. every scavenged meal, every walker killed, every sleepless night on watch—all for them—my salvation in a world that had tried to strip me of everything human. for that, i’d give them everything i had

ib : @/solanasreality & @/hrrtshape

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[fawnontheweb]

I’ll say “I miss my man” like he’s not in a whole other reality

but if he knew my consciousness wasn’t there yet i bet he’d miss me too

[twddiary]

ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- The messy hair is peak

[shiftwithalex]

Ranting about my TWD DR because I can!!!

Okay so this bitch ain't like the show, like yes, my DR is fully based off of the show, from the outbreak to the walkers, everything like that, but I'm not with the main group of the show, AKA Ricks group.

It's rather like a CR TWD DR, I'm 24 and my dear husband is 25 because I go absolutely nowhere without him (other realities 🎀).

We have a whole ass farm, in the middle of nowhere, the thought is similar to Hershel's farm, (those who've watched TWD know), but me and my husband don't take it seriously, like the farm life and everything else until after the outbreak, we plant stuff, live off of that, we have seven wells on our property, because it's huge, duh and all that.

I have two friends scripted into this DR who are very dear to me, they don't even know I have Tumblr LMAOOO, anyway, I haven't been to this reality yet, and it's the first reality I've actually "scripted" ("" because I script in my mind, not any apps or physical scripts) in a long time, so I'm excited, I usually just let shit happen how it wants to.

I have attempted to shift here one time, that was weeks ago, but that's because I'm on my healing journey right now, healing the trauma of My main DR (which I'm also permashifting to), and I feel like I'm almost stable enough to get fully back into shifting on purpose (I've been shifting atleast twice a month on accident, it's as if shifting is my purpose and my awarness/soul or whatever you believe doesn't want to rest), I'm really REALLY excited for this DR, mainly because I grew up on a farm, and I desperately want the human population to be wiped out by zombies, duh.

Okay that's all..

M'kay byeeeeee 🤗

[toast-crumb]

Answer Questions As Your DR-Self

I wanted to do one of these like i saw on tiktok bc i think theyre so fun hehe, and its a good way to connect w ur DR - you can answer these to yourself, or in the comments/tags whatever, don't worry about spam ♡

What is your name?

What is your astrological sign?

Who is your best friend?

Do you have an S.O.? If yes, who? If not, are you interested in someone?

Who causes the most trouble in your group?

Who is more likely to to crack a joke at an inappropriate time?

How old is your DR-self?

What song makes you think of 'Them'?

What scents remind you of 'Them'?

Who knows you best?

[succubustacy]

DR list ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

hogwarts dr

the walking dead dr

hemlock grove dr

fame dr

criminal minds dr

the amazing spider-man dr

sam and colby dr

here’s this if anyone cares👀

(also i’m thinking of making a pretty little liars dr and supernatural. also i made a h2o script a while back but never finished maybe i should lol)