#twd shifter

[realityfordummies]

Chill tf out. You'll shift. You'll manifest your desires. You'll get everything you want. Just chill. No need to stress about things that are inevitable.

Now read it again.

[jadeshifting]

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

　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　

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

[st4rshipr4nger]

im like "im not scared to shift to my ___ dr" honey yes you are i think i just need to go to bed and stop worrying about my comfort show being ruined by shifting there but like does anyone else feel this way like i love it and i want to be there i love these people and i need to see them but a part of me hurts and feels terrified and anxious to shift there?? like i dont want to come back and be like i cant see it the same and it sounds stupid typing it out but like i dont know

[chaoticgreektragedy]

CAROLINA DIXON

16

TWD SHIFTER

SHIFTED 0x

MINISHIFTED 4x

LUCID DREAMED.... TOO MANY TIMES TO COUNT

[thatbetashifter]

Screaming shouting and crying :,) what a guy

Art by me :DD (i didn’t want to finish it so it’s like half done my b)

[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) 🎀

[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 😭😭😭

[gl4ssw1ngp1xy]

Found this song so fitting for my Walking dead DR, and it’s unintentionally became the theme/main song for that reality.

ᡣ𐭩 QUICK SHIFTERS !!!!! reblog this with a song that reminds you of your dr <3

[jadeshifting]

— TRAPPED WITH NEGAN IN MY WALKING DEAD DR.

— “you don’t think it’s just a little fuckin’ strange, darlin’? that no one’s tried to find you?” — “shut the fuck up.”

thought to be dead by my whole group, Negan’s efforts were carefully calculated when he took me. every day locked up, but teeming with luxuries i haven’t been privy to in years—fresh produce from the garden, meat that isn’t from a squirrel or a weasel, books and pens. still, my resolve doesn’t weaken. i won’t smile at him. i sit in my room and use my newfound pencil and paper to write letter after letter to my group—my family. they never get them. i bide my time. there has to be an opening for me to escape��� eventually

[st4rshipr4nger]

guess whos shifting tonight because i have a snow day tomorrow and dont have school

[zaddizu]

[marumarielle]

— can i hold you for a little while?

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞.

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕, 𝐭𝐰𝐝 𝐝𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐬𝐨... 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.. NOT PROOFREAD

Carl didn't like mornings. That's because he'd stay up late at night reading his comics until he'd fall asleep with the colorful cover in his hands. As a result, you have to deal with a half-asleep mini Grimes wandering the house like he's dead on his feet. On better days, he's allowed to sleep in thanks to Michonne. But, that's rare. But you know what made it worse for him? You not waking up with him.

Carl's palm roamed the sheets beside him, expecting your familiar warmth. But what he got instead was the soft sheets and the dip where you were supposed to be. He perks his head up with a furrow of his brows. "baby?" he doesn't get a response. He slid his legs off with a groan, lazily pulling up the waistband of his pants. "babe?" he repeats.

"yeah?" your voice called out from the kitchen. Carl caught himself smiling at the confirmation. He didn't waste time to shuffle over to where you were, already behind you in the kitchen.

"why'd you leave?" he snakes his arms around your waist, his curls tickling the back of your neck

"but I didn't? I'm still here aren't I?" you stirred the hot water in your mug, mixing the contents of sugar and dark coffee

"not in bed." he mumbled against your jawline. Planting a kiss below your ear, he spoke again "why do you have to wake up so early?"

"'Cause I'm a morning person"

"you say that everytime you get up earlier than me." his good eye opens to gaze upon what you were doing, smelling the sweet aroma. But, to your surprise, he scrunches his face. "ugh, it has sugar in it."

"what?" you arched your brow. "you hate sugar in coffee?" you stopped stirring to look at him resting his head on your shoulder

"the point of coffee is to wake you up. S'posed to be bitter." his fingers slide up your waist and to your arm, lightly pinching the flesh there in a gentle chide.

"Then that's good. I get this all to myself." tapping the spoon on the rim, you raised the mug to your lips, savoring the warm and deeply rich taste. "you hungry?" You felt Carl's chin brush back and forth against your shoulder. "thirsty then?" you felt his cheek brush upon you again.

Carl shifted behind you, whining lowly. "wanna have some."

you arched your brow "I thought you didn't like it with sugar?"

"you didn't make me a cup" God, has he always been this childish? But, it's not ike you can resist him. It's early and he's being too adorable for his own good. You raised the mug to him to which he takes with a small "thanks," sipping the contents for second before groaning and scrunching his face. Putting the mug back down, he complains "still don't like it with sugar." he buries his face back into your neck "liked sharing it with you though..." he mumbles quietly.

He stayed in that position for a while, his head buried into your neck as he savored the feeling of your warmth, the soft fabric of your---his---flannel against his bare skin. You were almost convinced he fell asleep standing if it weren't for his arms shifting around your waist occasionally.

With your coffee done, your fingers tried to peel his arms off you so you'd go over to the sink. With a small noise of complaint, he resisted, locking his arms tighter around you. Suppressing a sigh, you muttered "What?"

"What do you mean what?" you could almost hear his brow arch

"I have to wash this." you hold the empty mug up

"And?"

"I need to go over to the sink"

Carl presses his lips against the skin of the slant down your neck "no." he pouts "I just want to hold you for a little while."

a/n: this is so OGDEQIGFKJSFGE idk what to say. First fic in years so I'm pretty meh about it but YEAH. I'm kinda back, still busy with school and extracurriculars but I'm still figuring out this balance thing. Thanks for the patience by the way! And happy end of September!

[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!!

[fawnontheweb]

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

[premiumbitch]

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