#walking dead shifting

[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

[autisollie]

OLLIE’S WALKING DEAD DR BACKSTORY

wanna preface this by saying I honestly have no idea how to use tumblr, I mostly just lurk here but I decided to make this anyways !!

anyways I haven’t shifted here (or like, anywhere) yet but I figured I’d share some stuff about it

basic backstory:

my name’s Ollie Ford, and my father is Abraham Ford. I grew up splitting my time between New England USA with my mom (where I grew up in this reality,) and Houston, Texas with my dad. When I was a baby, I was kidnapped by an ex-military friend of my father’s and experimented on for a few months before being rescued. it ultimately did nothing— or so we thought at the time

I was just finishing up my first summer as a counselor at a summer camp in Georgia when the apocalypse hit, and headed to Atlanta to try to stay safe and figure out a plan— an ill-timed phone call there led to my father believing me to be dead as the chaos erupted around the phone booth I was standing near

Glenn and T-Dog rescued me and got me out of a bad part of Atlanta, but I decided not to join them in the safe zone, since I had a bad feeling about it, instead waiting in King County GA, which was where he was supposed to pick me up from and our agreed-upon meeting spot from that chaotic phone call. there was only one (actually a multitude, but that doesn’t matter,) problem:

he thought I was dead.

so, I ended up waiting for weeks with no sign of him. along the way, I rescued a bitten man and adopted his german shepherd, Maisie, gathered supplies, and learned about the world I now lived in. after having a few close calls, I decided to try to raid the empty hospital…

and that’s when I met Rick.

we soon ran into Morgan and Duane, and it became clear to me that I couldn’t stay in this town much longer— who knew if my father could even make it? so I left a note and one of the police radios behind for my father at the camp’s sign, took the other one, and headed off to Atlanta.

the plot was relatively similar from there— we escaped Atlanta and I reunited with Glenn and T-Dog, I stayed at the quarry camp, went to the CDC, stayed at the farm while Carl recovered and Daryl looked for Sophia, was then on the road for nearly nine months, helped clear the prison, helped face the governor, and checked my radio every so often while beginning to enjoy my life at the prison.

then the governor fucked that up (and got what he deserved from Michonne a few minutes later…)

some things went slightly differently: hershel never got bitten and had his leg amputated when we cleared the prison, and the governor’s attack with michonne sword was sloppy enough that he was able to dodge while tied up (ridiculous, I know)

that’s when things got weird— well, weirder.

he got bit making his way back up to the prison to maggie and beth, and I got bit several times in the chaos— both of us knew we were going to die, and that it was pointless trying to leave the prison, so we just made a break for an empty cell block.

it was obviously depressing and shit, but we didn’t die, so it’s fine. I fell asleep staring at a clock, but I didn’t turn, and instead woke up to find my bites healed, which is insane, obviously

hershel and I are both like wtf, and after a bit, we not only realize that I could heal his bite wound to an extent, but that I also have superpowers (op and kinda dumb, ik)

I’m a lot stronger, and have unbreakable skin like Luke Cage (I did end up infodumping about marvel to Hershel, but the whole powers thing gave me an excuse)— there’s other stuff, but I’m not going to go into it here (though if anyone sees this lmk if you want me to make a post abt it)

(also, about the powers thing— there’s NO WAY I would shift here without shit like this, my oblivious ass would not be paying attention and end up getting torn apart two seconds in)

anyway, the two of us escape the prison only like an hour after Glenn and Tara (unknowingly, ofc) and start heading off in a random direction

I eventually make the connection between what my father told me about what happened when I was a baby— and the fact that one of the workers managed to avoid jail, and left the states to go to France, where we learned the virus started from the CDC

we unknowingly head in the direction of Terminus but our path skirts around it just enough that we don’t run into the herd or any of the destruction.

basically, picture my with one earbud in, humming, skipping along a railroad track right by a sign that says TERMINUS, THOSE WHO ARRIVE, SURVIVE in huge letters and not even noticing it through the entire journey

Hershel has a better excuse because he’s older and has slightly worse eyesight, plus he was enduring me infodumping about stuff (he loves me anyway) and therefore wasn’t paying attention. we both just got insanely lucky that we were headed in the same direction as the group AND managed to avoid Terminus

anyway, my first shift, I wake up in the early morning in a run-down house (I say house, but it’s more of a glorified shack) that Hershel and I camped out in for the night. we gather our things, pick a direction, and start walking for about 30 minutes before we stumble across the clearing where gabriel’s church lies

my father abraham, my future wife rosita, eugene, tara, glenn, and maggie were literally about to get onto that bus and leave when we show up

(side note, rosita and abraham were never together, she’s about 20 in my dr while I’m 18)

obviously, they don’t leave because I refuse to leave without Daryl, Carol, and Beth if they find her, and my father’s not just gonna leave his long-lost child, so…

we end up having a much bigger group to rescue Beth and she turns out okay, and then we start to make our way to DC !!

lmk if anyone want me to post more about this bc I can

[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) 🎀

[al3shifts]

I had a dream of my walking dead dr last night, coincidence? I think not.

But I'm scared to shift there again because it reminded me how real it is to live in a world with zombies.

HOWEVER,

I'm scripting a shameless dr and I'm so excited to shift there !! Wish me luck :)

[milkluvr333]

How I feel sharing the NSFW section of my scripts with other shifters

[spacedlexi]

she really thought it was only gonna be 5 minutes

[himeshifts]

THINGS TO SCRIPT - apocalypse dr . . .

SKILLS.

— i never miss when using guns

— lock picking is really easy to me

— i am strong and can fight really well, even without weapons

— i can sense zombies from a distance

— i can easily use any weapon

— i have good first aid/medical knowledge and can easily take care of any kind of wound

— i can easily kill a zombie without hesitation

— i am very intelligent

— i am a fast runner

— i have a lot of stamina

— i am flexible

— i have quick reflexes

— i high pain tolerance

— i can survive long without food or water

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OTHER.

— using knives doesn’t disgust me

— i can only die bc of old age

— i am not afraid of heights

— i am immune to getting bitten or turning into a zombie

— i don’t get disgusted seeing the zombies, blood, intestines, corpses, wounds etc.

— i never get held hostage

— i never have to fight zombies when i am alone

— i never have to experience huge herds

— i don’t get any major injuries

— i don’t have to eat animals like dogs or squirrels, i always have normal food available and i don’t feel disgusted eating it

— my water is always safe and clean to drink

— when running for supplies, i don’t encounter a lot of zombies and never a herd

[fawnontheweb]

“ . . You’re gonna’ miss me so bad when I’m gone 𝜗𝜚

[aroaessidhe]

faves of 2024: novellas

Walking Practice

The Dead Cat Tail Assassins

The Salt Grows Heavy

Dehiscent

As Born to Rule The Storm

The Butcher of the Forest

Graveyard Shift

Pluralities

Rose/House

The Brides of High Hill

Small Gods of Calamity

The Labyrinth Beckons

Party of Fools

The Fireborne Blade

The River Has Roots

[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.

[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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[succubustacy]

carl grimes

twd dr

[g1rlinheadlights]

how randoms probably look at me in my dr (i scripted I’m gorgeous, a genius, charismatic, effortlessly hilarious, wealthy asf, & basically the personification of perfection)

[stereofish]

𝓚RYSTALINA'S REALITES.

1st (main) adult fame dr. hogwarts dr. youtuber dr. outer banks dr. stranger things dr. OLD prison break dr. farmer dr. supernatural dr. the walking dead dr. 2000's dr. titanic dr. criminal minds dr. gilmore girls dr. NEW prison break dr. 2nd fame dr.

[nicoleshifting]

my walking dead alexandria dr

here's a little introduction to this dr, which is currently my main focus when shifting! I have partially shifted to this dr countless times.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

about me:

name: nicole blackwell

age: 24

s/o's: rick grimes and daryl dixon

my closest friends (other than rick and daryl) are rosita, sasha, maggie, and carol, but I pretty much get along with everyone in our group.

in general I have become quite an expert on array of weapons but my strong suit in this dr is being a sharp shooter.

some songs I associate with this dr:

✩champagne coast- blood orange

✩no. 1 party anthem- the arctic monkeys

✩kiss it better- rihanna

✩anything- adrianne leaker

✩BODYGUARD- beyoncé

(tw for suicide mentions)

background info:

prior to the apocalypse, I was in college majoring in creative writing and minoring in theater. during my senior year of college, my mental health took a major plummet and I found myself in the worst mental state I had ever been, struggling with the thought of what to do after graduation, trying to work a low-paying job, and already crippled by student loan debt.

when the apocalypse broke out, I was in an inpatient facility recovering from an attempt on my own life. (my mental health is something I have struggled with for a good portion of my life in both this dr and in my cr, and this was not something I had scripted into this dr, but something I found out about this reality via channeling. this is not something I take lightly/would script in randomly. this is something that is very relevant to my experience in my cr so that's all I will really say about that)

my survival instinct has kicked into overdrive in this new landscape I have found myself in, and though this world presents its own unique challenges as opposed to life before, it is a world I find myself thriving in more than ever before.

I started off with my family at the beginning of everything breaking out, but don't know what ended up happening to them. (this was something I learned via channeling) I then drifted between random groups of people and often found myself on my own for a while. I end up making my way to the prison that rick and the group had made a home in and am nearly at the end of the road myself as I find myself exhausted, injured, and struggling to even stand. daryl finds me in the woods outside the prison and ends up bringing me in, advocating for the group to aid me.

with reluctance, they do- under the pretense that I'll be hitting the road as soon as I'm better (spoiler alert- I'm not going anywhere).

some small canon divergences if anyone is curious: rick has no kids in this reality, tyrese is still alive and so is hershel (and he never lost a leg). in general, walkers are not very strong and relatively easy to overpower and have no strong smell (otherwise I think I would be blacking out from the stench). also negan/the saviors are nonexistent.

upon first shifting to this reality, it's the first day we have arrived in alexandria and are still adjusting to the community.

I feel like that's all the pertinent information for now. as I receive more information via downloads/channeling that I have an interest in sharing/feel comfortable sharing I will update this! (also as I continue to shift to this reality this may be updated as well lol).

[im-tired-404]

How I look at my S/O after I shift

(I am going to take their ability to speak)