#twd desired reality

[jadeshifting]

— THINGS I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO. ( IN MY WALKING DEAD DR, a VERY condensed list )

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ib @ dreamyshifts, and also that anon who asked me to post about my twd dr more (i have stuff lined up just for you mwah)

⋆˙⟡ every building and tall structure and house is suddenly abandoned and begging to be explored. the creepy depths of creaking boards and overgrown vines reclaiming the windows and the very foundations. personally, it never stops being fun for me to explore all these brand-new-old places

⋆˙⟡ the braided hair, being a little covered in dirt, lucky to have even a touch of chapstick. it’s hot and exhilarating to find little ways to hold onto femininity and self-identity in a filthy world

⋆˙⟡ nature, without anyone to damage it. the light pollution is long gone, you can see every single star twinkling above your head at night. the trees are unfettered, twisting branches are easy to climb. the fields of grass and weeds and wildflowers are completely unchecked—beautiful

⋆˙⟡ gratitude in the small things. after the world ends, every last sunset, bubbling stream, and bird chirping and whistling overhead is like liquid gold. it opens your eyes—realizing that you took every last thing for granted when society was still standing, but not anymore! now it’s laughable how little it takes to make me gleefully happy

⋆˙⟡ forced minimalism. sure, everybody only has maybe one backpack of belongings because they have to, but still. i’m happy to be freed of countless material possessions, to be mindful of the things i choose to hold onto ( a gun, a pack of cherry tic-tacs. it’s all the same )

⋆˙⟡ the kinds of hopes and dreams we discuss around a campfire. passing around a jar of some disgusting redneck alcohol and humming about ideas of farms, of growing gardens and starting the closest thing to a family. it fuels people in a way that didn’t happen before

[ethereal-doc]

I was making a me and Daryl "mood board" type thing cause imma force him to be my best friend forever lol

Realized after it looked like a Wattpad cover so I added to make it look more like one for shits and giggles

Cue Wattpad lookalike

If you wanna know lil bit of context (chisme) keep readin'

Small Bits Of Context:

I'm short (5'3 sue me) and wear red hoodies (or red tops in general, jackets, beanies, shirts, etc) for reasons so I think it'd be funny if for a nickname Daryl called me "Little Red" as in Little Red Riding Hood

More than just looks he thinks I'm also a little naive and think too good of people kinda like Beth does. Cause I do nice shit for strangers like tossing a certain crossbow user a roll of bandages when I came across him as a stranger and didn't even know him and Little Red Riding Hood goes off the forest path not realizing true dangers aka pretty naive

Bro thinks he's a big bad wolf when he's actually a great guy and literally runs to help when he hears people in trouble on a bridge hearing a baby cry-

So cue the retort of 'The Huntsman' lol and with him actually hunting all the time it actually fits perfectly 👌

The Huntsman protects his village and he definitely protects his 'village' (the group aka family) so yeah he does that

[premiumbitch]

me watching shifters who have a bad cr life permashift:

CON😭GRA😭DU😭LA😭TIONS BABY!

[g1rlinheadlights]

me thinking of all the stuff me & my s/o are gonna do (I’m too shy to even look at pictures of him in THIS reality) 🎀

[fawnontheweb]

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

[vaneshifts]

I know we don't like shifttok, guys, but I just had a hilarious thought that I'm not ready to immediately dismiss.

You know the videos from that one trend and it's like "____'s emergency contact"? I feel like it would be SO funny to make one that's just a compilation of my "emergency contacts" from all different DRs.

When I tell you that video would not be looking good for me in an emergency situation 😭😭😭

[zaddizu]

“i hate you” muttered between kisses.

[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

[realityrain]

ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎building a new DR script╭ ?! ‧₊˚ ↺┊

posted on my tt (@/probablylucid). anyway i haven’t had a new DR in like a year so i thought id might as well make a post while making the new script!!

[viennaswcrld]

𝓥͟𝗜͟𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗔’𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦.

fame dr. 70’s band dr. podcast dr. the walking dead dr. formula 1 dr. hogwarts dr. nepo baby dr. outerbanks dr. challengers dr. stranger things dr. x-men dr. diary of a wimpy kid dr. male band dr. farmer’s daughter dr. 00’s highschool dr. rapper dr. summer camp dr. streamer dr. hippie dr. better cr. influencer dr. 90’s model dr.

[lishifts]

i just saw something on tiktok.. i forgot the original one who said so if you know please comment it. anyways so it was something like, if you’re struggling shifting why not treat your cr as if it were one of your drs like make a name for it such as what you want to be (example; if you wanna be a writer in this reality call this reality your writer dr) and if you don’t know what you wanna be yet call this reality your shifting journey dr. at night or whenever you’re going to shifting saying you’re shifting to said dr and when you wake up here you’ve shifted here of your own intent like you’re in your dr, you actually shifted and it’ll also show your mind just how simple shifting is plus you’d be in the mindset of already shifting which could help you.

(i found the original video)

@/neon.starsprout ok tt

[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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[stvrl0st]

wait wdym I’m gonna have to actually fight zombies&not just be besties with glenn&beth ☹️

[premiumbitch]

me acting nonchalant infront of my s/o like i dont wanna jump him right then and there

[g1rlinheadlights]

my dr bsf and I matching each others freak

﹒⌗﹒🤍﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧

[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