#his name is daryl jr
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em's masterlist/guidelines
fluff - 𐙚 || smut - ♱ || angst - ✾
➳ Daryl Dixon
one-shots:
sins and honey flavored sweetness 𐙚 ♱ ✾
heartsease 𐙚 ♱
a summer wasting 𐙚
midnight refreshments 𐙚
a new years surprise 𐙚 ♱
lazy mornings 𐙚
stay with me 𐙚 ✾
too sweet ♱
drabbles:
taste me ♱
head w/ daryl 𐙚♱
daryl’s uncut ♱
s4 daryl 𐙚 ♱ ✾
➳ Scud Frohmeyer
one-shots:
take me however you want too ♱
drabbles:
cockwarming w/ scud ♱
scuds a slut (canonically) ♱
➳ My Edits
normy's bday
dhl
burn, burn, burn
please send requests!
About Me!
em | 20 | gemini
hi everyone! this is so long awaited (i’m legit so lazy) but finally i have a masterlist/about me!
╰─▸ my names emma, i’m obviously in love w daryl dixon/norman reedus. i love to write and make edits — u guys should totally follow my tiktok account @mrsemmadixon or otherwise known as scudslut;)
i met norman jdkskajajs at the nyc comic con 2023, he signed the back of my phone case, i’ll actually die on a fucking hill. yes, he’s just as godly in person.
in my day to day life i work with animals 10 hours a day, they are my main passion aside from writing and whatnot, so if i post a photo of a really cute dog i met, that’s why lmao.
i have 2 cats right now, my baby lily i got last year and sophie who i’ve had since i was a kid. typically we rescue all our animals!
i deal with extreme anxiety and depression from a major accident that happened in my life a few years ago (so if i don’t respond or have trouble posting sometimes… that’s why and i really hope everyone understands.)
I love, love, love music. I play the piano and guitar, probably not very good but who cares. some of my all time favorite artists are.. and here we go on a rampage... deftones, cigsaftersex, wheezer, nirvana, mac, frank, lana, djo, catpower, the vines, dinosaur jr, 21 sav, labi siffre, the kills, tom odell, basement, strokes, velvet underground, kendrick, norah jones, red hot chilies, the smiths, billy idol, the cure, no vacation, mazzy star, fleetwood, empire of the sun, pinegrove, otis redding, neil young, etta james, summer walker, motley crue, guns'n'roses, foo fighters, biggie, shady, drake, nelly, jay-z, $uici$ide boys, gucci, trippie... and so much more, my music taste is actually bipolar.
on that note, i actually have a playlist for daryl + norman (music he reposts/i think he’d like) lmk if u want me so share them.
i’m canadian, born and raised.
my parents are both extreme alcoholics, so i suffer from a multitude of childhood traumas as well as current ones. we love it here!:) but id like to think i relate to daryl in some sense, if its the only comfort i get from it.
i love pasta and wine so fucking much, if u don’t we are gonna have issues…
i spend my time either at my job, reading, writing, editing or spending time with some close friends.
and that’s pretty much me!:)
please feel free to ask me questions or request fics, i will absolutely love to do them! (as long as they follow guidelines) if your unsure, just message me to clarify! i won’t ever leave u on read, i promise!
My Guidelines:
absolutely no rape/SA/even slight connotations of it.
no incest.
hitting, slapping, or any extreme violence during play, is a no. (daryl loves to smack your ass when he hits it from the back… that’s okay… but he would. not. hit you.)
age play - i will dabble in this but nothing major where reader is barely an adult. the most i’ll do is early/mid 20’s and daryl is his canon age.
oh yes, and i will write for all norman reedus characters! if you want someone else, messsage/ask me!
gifs/dividers from @cafekitsune
© scudslut - all works are my own. please do not steal, copy, translate or modify any of my work!
#daryl dixon#norman reedus#the walking dead#daryl dixon smut#daryl dixon drabbles#daryl imagines#twd drabbles#daryl x reader#fem!reader#daryl smut#daryl dixon x reader#daryl fanfiction#daryl twd#daryl dixon fanfiction#the walking dead daryl#twd smut#twd daryl dixon#twd daryl#twd#twdedit#twd fanfiction#daryl drabbles#daryl dixion imagine#daryl x y/n#daryl x female reader#daryl x you#norman reedus smut#norman reedus edit#masterlist
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Hello there ! I'm Aether (it/its) ! You can find me on my main, @justablah56 I just thought it'd be fun to have dndads specific polls, so why not do it myself ?
this post will be constantly updating , so if you want to keep up with what's happening make sure to check in here every once in a while !
all current poll information will be above the cut, and then general rules for this account in general will be below :]
the next poll will be the dndads biggest saddest eyes poll , which is open for submissions until June 4th at 11:59 pm :]
CURRENT SUBMISSIONS :
Ron Stampler
Cookie (Fetch Quest)
Paeden Bennett
Eunice Mothman (Sons and Sonsability)
Terry Jr Stampler
Normal Oak
Henry Oak (specifically between s1 and s2)
Glenn Close
Mr. De'Interné
Mrs. De'Interné
Cern (Lizardboy Scales McStuffins)
Francis Farnsworth
Barbara Bootsy (Dad Then There Were None)
Jodie Foster
og Rogue
Grant Wilson
each poll will have 3 days of submissions, and then each round will last a day. then there will be one day of break, and then the next day there'll be another poll to pick the next competition and so on and so forth :3
in general , I try to have the polls start around 3pm MST , and submissions always end at midnight , also MST .
poll submissions are always open , so if at any time you have a poll you'd think would be fun feel free to send it in !
any poll we've done previously is fair game , there are quite literally no limits for what polls you can submit , so send in your ideas !
current poll submissions :
aroallo
ace
best Daryl fact
best Lincoln fact
best Scary fact
best Taylor fact
best Jodie fact
coolest npc name
favorite s2 episode
favorite song intro
biggest saddest eyes
favorite catch phrase
favorite quote
favorite gender/sexuality headcanon
favorite s1 episode
best Henry Fact (rerun)
best ship name
favorite ship (rerun)
favorite poly ship
favorite crackship
autism swag (rerun)
least favourite unpopular/niche ship
least favorite popular/canon ship
least favorite poly ship
least favorite s1 character
least favorite s2 character
most iconic duo
propaganda is 100% welcome ! feel free to send an ask or bribe via art requests, and if you make a post just tag me and I'll reblog it here tagged with " *poll* propaganda" if your propaganda is in a reblog , make sure you write it on the post rather than the tags if you want it reblogged here !
I don't just post polls on this acc ! I also reblog fanart , fandom events , and other polls including dndads characters! for fanart I use the tags "not a poll" and "fanart" , for events I use "fandom events" , and for other polls I use the tag "not my polls" , so if either of those are things you don't want to see , feel free to block those tags :]
Previous polls (as of our come back in February ! )
best Normal Fact : ep29 - he is the most published author in the teen high fanfiction tag on ao3
favorite headcanon : Taylors sword cane is his mobility aid for his balance issues that come and go
best Glenn fact : Glenn still considers himself married to Morgan even though she's dead
best npc : Terry Jr Stampler
best non-song intro: ep27 - Glenn and Ron on shark tank for the elevator button
funniest npc name : Sexcallibur Horsepower
favorite character headcanon: Taylor's sword cane is a mobility aid
best s1 arc : going through Ron's memories/Ron's anchor
favorite niche/unpopular ship : polywagon (Normal x Taylor x Lincoln x Scary)
if you want to know who won what before the hiatus , you can find those here !
if you have any questions about the blog in general or anything else , feel free to send in an ask and I'll do my best to answer it !
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But can we get a Daryl fic sample?
It’s like a Dead City/Daryl Dixon spinoff combo situation that follows Y/N and Daryl on their accidental trip to France. And their daughter Sophie, Carol, Maggie and Negan’s storyline to rescue Hershel Jr. in Manhattan at the same time. So that said, I hope you enjoy this free sample of ‘Way Down We Go’
“Never thought I’d get this close to seeing Lady Liberty in the flesh.” Negan huffs, staring out at the abandoned city of Manhattan.
“Not from ‘round here?” The girl, trailing behind him, inquires. Not that she really cares, but there’s not enough history between them for her to hate him the way Maggie does. And the silence is deafening.
“Virginia, born and raised. You?”
“I was born in a prison.” Sophie raises a shoulder, her Y/H/C hair shifting in it’s ponytail.
“Ain’t that some shit, kid.” Negan remarks.
“It was hardly a prison by then, try compound.” Carol interjects.
“It was a prison, Grandma.” Her parents used to tell her stories about it. How she was named after her mother’s little sister, who didn’t live long enough to see it. Sophie was the second baby born there, almost a year after Judith. They’re both grown now. Adults by all accounts of the old world. Still, when she wants to do anything even remotely dangerous, Carol follows…or her mom…or her dad. “But tomato, tomoto I guess.”
Y/N and Daryl are…different. As parents, they were fair, never came down too hard on her. Her father is an outdoor cat who learned to survive indoors. Her mother is the opposite.
They met at the first camp Rick’s group ever had and the rest is history. To this day they grumble when people ask what they are to each other, or assume that they are together, or worse; married.
They are Y/N and Daryl. That’s all.
Growing up, Sophie always thought they were in love. At least in the way she perceived love to be. Her father would come home after a long day and cling to her mother like it was the first and last time he’d see her for years. Sometimes her mother would cling. But it was rare and often meant that something was wrong.
He let Y/N drive his bike on occasion, hollering all the while, “watch where ya goin’, girl!”
Otherwise her father is a quiet man, her mother is more outspoken. And though Daryl Dixon is more than capable, Y/N Peletier never hesitates to put anyone who messes with him in their place.
Leaving their only child behind was not a decision they made lightly. But Sophie is old enough to make her own choices and she’s never been a risk taker. Staying in a place that’s familiar, versus abandoning it for the great unknown was a no brainer.
Which only adds to the irony of her current situation. Sophie and Carol on a mission with Maggie and Negan himself, to rescue Hershel from some guy called the Croat.
What a time to be alive.
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“Damnit, girl, stop movin’.” Daryl growls, applying pressure to the blade wound on Y/N’s thigh. Something to remember the prick they stole this boat by.
Aaron told Daryl a long time ago, that he could tell a good person from a bad one. Daryl doesn’t know if that’s true anymore, but this last group was not good people.
“Fuck,” Y/N shakes her head. “We’re fucked.” There goes any chance of getting home.
“Why don’t ya say it a little louder, maybe it’ll help.” He lets up slightly when her hand rests over his.
Her lips pressed together to contain the sound of her suffering.
“Lemme see.”
Y/N removes her hand and his. The muscles of her afflicted leg spasming of their own accord. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”
“You’re gonna live.” Daryl murmurs, prodding around the gash. “Needs stitches though.”
Thunder cracks down, booming behind dark clouds in the overcast sky.
Y/N can’t help but laugh as the first drops of rain hit her upturned cheek. There’s a storm brewing and they’re stuck bobbing in the middle of nowhere.
“Now we’re fucked.” Daryl grumbles, under his breath.
Part 1
#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixion x reader#daryl x you#daryl imagines#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixon#daryl dixion imagine#daryl x y/n#daryl x reader#twd daryl#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon x reader#twd fic
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I decided to make dndads pokemon team headcanons
Each character will be limited to 3 max (exceptions pending)
Daryll:
Greedent - Looks just like him, Matt said so himself. Calls it Grant. It gets confusing.
Meowth (Galar) - Scruffy just like Daryll. Evolves into Perrserker, fitting Daryll's barbarian class. Named it Aragorn on a whim and wouldn't change it even when people told him it doesn't fit.
Kangaskhan - Loving, protective parent. Inherited from Frank as the baby of his own Kangaskhan now grown up. Named it after his grandmother, Sally.
Henry:
Cradily - No brainer. Best of both interests (nature and geology). Named it Lily. Simple, sweet.
Carnivine - Thorn Whip/Entangle/Grasping Vine! Also representative of his more aggressive nature that he pushes down until he snaps. Named it simply Flower cause he wanted to associate it with nice and gentle imagery.
Trevenant - Had it since he was a boy and both lost their memories when they were transported to earth. Gifted to him by Beary to help attune him to the Doodler's eldritch nature within him by interacting with the ghost type. Made of the husk of an oak tree. Perhaps possessed by the lost soul of an Oakvale child. Can learn Will-O-Wisp, which is a good enough justification for Wall of Fire for me. He never named it.
Glenn:
Beeheeyem - Had it since it was an Elgyem, but doesn't remember catching it. He remembers getting high in the desert one night, then waking up with a new friend. He doesn't even know the species name, he just calls it Star Wars.
Rotom - Let's it chill in his amps or guitars when at home and in his vape pen when on the go. When it possesses his electric guitars it can play loud even without an amp. Calls it Lil' Dude/Lil' Man/Lil' Guy/Lil' Buddy. It responds to all.
Pikachu - of all the characters, he feels the most right to have a Pikachu. What's it's name? Nick Jr.
Glenn hasn't technically captured any of his pokemon.
Ron:
Herdier - His first pokemon that he had to give up long ago. Named Rogue.
Greavard - It found him one day.
Paeden:
Tyrogue - It's the same size as him and he found it after joining the dads. He fought it himself. Calls it his Rival.
Walter the Immoral:
Honedge - The sword that gave him his name. He never wanted a pokemon, but when the sword he crafted broke and killed that hero, it became possessed and returned to him. Has no name, and he barely refers to it. Good friends with Paeden.
Scam Likely/Well Actually/Scam Actually:
He has no set team. Every time he crosses paths with the daddies he has a different pokemon accompanying him, even if they were only separated for an hour.
Some examples of pokemon he's been seen with -
Purrloin
Sneasel (both versions)
Mew
Igglybuff
Each of the daddies' pokemon (at different occasions)
Spinarak
Murkrow
Meowth (Kanto)
Seviper
Zorua (most commonly seen)
Arin O'Neal:
Trevenant - (Lots)
Torterra - (Lots)
Willy:
Dusknoir - Uses it as a tool and nothing else. Doesn't refer to it at all, conditioned it to respond to orders only.
Darkrai - Keeps it contained and under wraps. Never tries to use it for battle or utility. He doesn't want to risk losing control, even in his dreams. He would have to be desperate to resort to using it.
Beary:
Liligant (Hisui) - Uses it as a partner for light aerobics and yoga. Calls it Lily.
Golurk - Created it himself. He considers it something of a magnum opus. Refers to it by its species name.
Dragonite - His ace up his sleeve. He lets it guard the O-Dads compounds and bases. Calls it Raymond Dio Labot.
Bill:
Slaking - His oldest pokemon. Extraordinarily powerful, but just as lazy as he is. Calls it Brother.
Exploud - He likes it loud. Taught it to beatbox and Willy fucking hates it. Calls it Rock and/or Roll.
Rotom - Glenn's Rotom. He bequeathed it to him some time before he "died". He's the one that started calling it any variation of "Lil'" that Glenn caught on to.
The Doodler:
Unown Unknown
#dndads#dungeons & daddies#dungeons and daddies#dndads s1#dndads odyssey#pokemon#daryll wilson#henry oak#glenn close#glenn close dndads#ron stampler#scam likely#arin o'neal#paeden bennetts#willy stampler#Beary Oak#Barry Oak#Bill Close#the doodler
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Re-listening to season 1 and the parallels are killing me.
Terry Jr has been on both sides of the "I just want you to go away" and Ron refused to leave while Terry agreed to give her space but both scenes ended up with him like phasing out of reality.
They need to fundamentally change who Grant is and they do it by making him violently kill something for the first time, and the first time he does it he shuts down. And then his ability to kill becomes the only thing he sees his own value in.
Sparrow and Henry bonding over the love wolf thing while Lark is buried alive kinda accidentally foreshadowing what will happen to them as they grow up.
Glenn's change into a complete deadbeat always felt out of left field to me but listening to s1 the ONLY THING holding Glenn together even a little is being responsible for Nick. Regardless of how well he did I fully buy that between the loss of his son, the amount of time spent in solitary, and his own death he had such an intense downward spiral into what we see in season 2.
Grant tries so hard to be emotionally venerable with his dad and now I know that he will have a period of time when he's about the same age as the s2 kids (maybe a little older? S1 they say they're in elementary school when they name the school but then they also call it a middle school) where Grant refused to talk to Daryl.
Lark and Nick never really come back from the forgotten realms like the other three, and growing up they become more distant from the group.
It genuinely makes sense that Ron and Terry Jr have the best relationship as adults. After they get used to one another they're extremely open.
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“When names are passed down, it's also common to use nicknames in everyday life rather than calling someone by their given name. For people with the suffix Jr. or II, a common nickname is Junior, Chip or a name made up of their initials (for example: D.J, T.J, etc.).”
Writer venting under the cut, read it at your own risk.
Why did I bring up this “concept”?
I received a comment at The Spitting Image about Reader’s son being called DJ, I’m going to interpret that the person didn’t like it, I asked the person to explain the comment because I didn’t understand. English is not my first language and despite knowing it very well and even teaching it, maybe I can’t understand a joke or sarcasm when it’s written. I gave some time, and as the person didn’t answer, I’m taking it as the person really didn’t like.
No problem at a person not liking what I wrote or disagreeing with something, but there’s a problem on how you say it to other people.
I know I shouldn’t feel so upset as many other people didn’t complain a thing, but human mind works on stupid ways and it have stayed on mind constantly disturbing my peace. So, I blocked the person, it’s not someone I’ve seen around here and that’s the only work that this person read, actually I guess started to read.
I may not be American, but I try to bring as much as I can of accuracy to what I write. I always see many cool names for Daryl’s kids in the stories I read and when I had the idea to write this I stopped to think about a nice name and then I thought that I never saw a story where Daryl has a son called Daryl Dixon Junior (probably there’s but I don’t know). Stopping to think, I don’t think it is Daryl’s style naming his son after him, BUT he wasn’t there when Reader named him and he’s not the boss of Reader so she names her son whatever she wants.
Also talking about culture, I grew up watching cartoons, movies and series most from the U.S and would always see characters being called TJ, PJ, JJ, junior and so on. This situation made me doubt what I already knew and made me go searching to see if I didn’t understood it wrong.
Maybe this person comes from a culture like mine where Juniors are nicknamed Junior, Junior + suffix that represents “little” or name of the father + suffix that represents “little”. And the only DJ is the one that plays the music. But this person could have just ignored my story after seeing the name, or saying it in a nice way. I’m always open to advices and corrections when you think I need it, that is… if you can say it politely and with care.
Sorry about the venting, and now my new mantra is “I write stories for my own enjoyment”, because if the things I imagined got magically written, I would not need to do so.
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So, as soon as I saw some of the Daryl spin-off pics from behind the scenes and whatever they've released, I had this blot bunny nibbling at my ear. And I so don't have time right now to attempt to write it...and once the series starts and we know more about these French characters, I might lose interest in writing something against canon character backgrounds. Maybe another Bethyl writer will take it up? Or they had the same idea and I'll be looking forward to reading it. I'm unloading and dumping this stuff that's been living in my head as soon as I started seeing posts and articles about Daryl’s spin-off and reading all the "Beth is alive!" theories. Somebody do something with it! I probably won't have time.
Anyways, I just saw this on the Instagram and it just brought me warm and fuzzy feelings. I know the post probably got some wires cross or something. I didn't look farther into the poster either.
This is what I saw (possible spoilers ahead):
Um, hello? This gave me such Daddy Daryl vibes. When I first saw this kid as a character, my delusional Bethyl heart saw him as a possible Daryl Jr. Like, if Beth survived and Beth and Daryl had sex before she was taken by Grady, this kid--Laurent--could be the right age. And then there's the info for the spin-off that Daryl would have to decide between his old and "new" family (I couldn't find a direct quote but it was something like this). I mean, look at the below pic... It could fit. Lol
And I looked up the name meaning for Laurent--which is:
"The bright one, shining one"
Reminds me of Beth. She's the sun and sunshine in her family's eyes. And probably something she would name a child. Lol. Pregnant/single mother in France--little to no chance of trying to cross an ocean to get back home, she'll pick a French name to blend in and pick a name that has some meaning.
And back to the first pic, the quote that's claiming its Laurent to Daryl? Daryl’s happy ending to me is finding Beth and having someone to settle down with. I really can't imagine they would use the same quote Judith said to Daryl, so I'm a little iffy Laurent would say this in the series. But if Daryl is struggling over staying in France with Beth and Laurent (a family he dreamed of but didn't think was possible) or going back to the US to his family there...Laurent could be saying "hey, be happy! Choose what would make you happy"
#the walking dead#daryl dixon#twd#bethyl#beth greene#team delusional#team defiance#theories#twd theories#fanfiction ideas#twd spoilers
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So Maggie’s son was taken from her and kidnapped by the CRM. Doesn’t this sound so familiar? It’s starting to become a pattern with her biological family specifically. Hershel was taken hostage (along with Michonne) by The Governer, and the biggest one of all; Beth being taken by the Grady cops to the Grady hospital which they are in cahoots with the CRM. We know for sure Beth survived post-Coda and she’s already heavily involved with CRM at this point. So, since Maggie’s son was taken, do you think Beth knows? Or will ever find out? Does she even know that she has a nephew? Do you think she’ll find that out herself when she sees a mix of Glenn and Maggie in their son? What do you think?
Interesting! I hadn't thought to tie Hershel being kidnapped to both Beth and Hershel, Sr., but that's super interesting. I like it!
As for what Beth knows or doesn't know, there's just no way to tell, so anything I say would be pure conjecture. If she's not going to appear in Maggie's spinoff, but rather Daryl's as we believe, then I would say chances are she won't know anything about Hershel. At least not at the outset. I think eventually all story lines will come back together and she'll find out everything.
I've always had a head canon that revolves more around Judith than Hershel, where Beth meets her, doesn't recognize her, but then learns her name. The same could be true of Hershel, Jr. He looks like Maggie and Glenn, and then to find out his name is Hershel--not the most common name out there--would just be too much of a coincidence to dismiss.
So yeah. Apologies but the answer is, I don't know. But it's sure fun to head-canon about, isn't it?
Thanks Dear! Xoxo! 🍀😍
#beth greene#beth greene lives#beth is alive#beth is coming#td theory#td theories#team delusional#team defiance#beth is almost here#bethyl
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Hi I would like to inform you that Tanahashi frequently has a cat, his name is Daryl and its indirectly what got me into New Japan.
Daryl also has a wife whose name I forgot. And a son named Daryl Jr.
#submission#THIS IS THE BEST THING THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU FOR SENDING THIS#I AM DELIGHTED I LOVE THIS#DARYL IS MY FAVORITE NEW JAPAN FIGURE NOW#letmebeawesome#YOU ARE AWESOME#elle learns about nooj#disaster in a colorful suit (affectionate)
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welcome to london, RJ GRIMES! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JORDAN FISHER? well, no matter, we hear that you are 20 and working as a COLLEGE STUDENT. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from THE WALKING DEAD and have a tendency to be CREATIVE as well as NAIVE.
NAME: RJ Grimes
AGE: Twenty
FANDOM: The Walking Dead
JOB: College Student
PRONOUNS: He/him
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
MEMORY STATUS: Intact
BIO: Rick Grimes Jr. is the son of Rick and Michonne Grimes, the half-brother of Carl Grimes and Andre Anthony and the adoptive brother of Judith Grimes. He resided at the Alexandria Safe-Zone with his family. When Michonne leaves to go find Rick, Daryl Dixon becomes their guardian. Following the war against the Whisperers and the fall of Alexandria, R.J. relocates to the Commonwealth alongside Judith and Daryl.
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'...Former Doctor Who star David Tennant will be at the helm, hosting the event live from the Royal Festival Hall in London.
All eyes will be on Christopher Nolan’s gripping biopic Oppenheimer, leading the pack as the favourite to clinch the Best Film prize, boasting an impressive 13 nominations in total....
Who is presenting the Baftas?
TV and film star David Tennant, 52, is the master of ceremonies on the night - and will be joined by a whole host of A-list guest presenters.
According to The Hollywood Reporter, the Baftas have lined up former England footballer David Beckham and Grammy winner Dua Lipa to hand out statues alongside Hollywood luminaries such as Cate Blanchett, Idris Elba, Hugh Grant, and Gillian Anderson.
Joining this illustrious lineup are Andrew Scott, Bryce Dallas Howard, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Daisy Edgar Jones, Daryl McCormack, Keegan-Michael Key, Kingsley Ben-Adir, Lily Collins, Marisa Abela, Rebecca Ferguson, Sheila Atim, and Taylor Russell, ensuring a night filled with glitz and glamour...
Who is nominated for a 2024 Bafta?
Cillian Murphy is in the running to be named best actor at this year’s Baftas with his nuclear bomb biopic Oppenheimer dominating the nominations.
He faces competition from fellow Irishman Barry Keoghan for his turn in Saltburn, as well as Bradley Cooper who is nominated for Maestro. The shortlist is completed by Rustin’s Colman Domingo, Paul Giamatti in The Holdovers and Teo Yoo in Past Lives.
The success of Oppenheimer’s box office rival Barbie is also recognised with Margot Robbie nominated for leading actress along with Carey Mulligan in Maestro, The Color Purple’s Fantasia Barrino, Sandra Huller in Anatomy of a Fall, Rye Lane’s Vivian Oparah and Emma Stone for Poor Things.
Huller is also nominated for supporting actress for The Zone of Interest with competition coming from Oppenheimer’s Emily Blunt, Danielle Brooks for The Color Purple, Claire Foy in All of Us Strangers, Saltburn’s Rosamund Pike and Da’Vine Joy Randolph for The Holdovers.
Ryan Gosling gets a nod for his role as Ken in the Barbie film with a nomination for supporting actor, along with Dominic Sessa for The Holdovers, Paul Mescal for All of Us Strangers, Saltburn’s Jacob Elordi, Robert Downey Jr. for Oppenheimer and Robert De Niro who is recognised for the Killers Of The Flower Moon.
Martin Scorsese’s epic crime drama is also hoping to be named Best Film, with competition coming from Anatomy of a Fall, The Holdovers, Poor Things as well as Oppenheimer.
Poor Things is in the running for outstanding British Film, with other nominees including Ridley Scott’s historical epic Napoleon, Ken Loach’s The Old Oak, Wonka, The Zone of Interest, All Of Us Strangers, How to have Sex, Rye Lane, Scrapper and Saltburn...
What were the biggest snubs?
Irish actor Andrew Scott had been widely tipped for recognition for his moving performance in the drama All Of Us Strangers - but ultimately missed out on a best lead actor nomination...
What were the biggest surprises?
...Andrew Haigh's nomination for Best Director for All of Us Strangers also stands out, considering the absence of other high-profile directors in the category...'
#BAFTAs#David Tennant#Cillian Murphy#Oppenheimer#Christopher Nolan#Emily Blunt#Robert Downey Jr.#Barbie#Poor Things#All of Us Strangers#Andrew Haigh#Claire Foy#Paul Mescal#Maestro#Rustin'#The Holdovers
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The Art of Fame: Diving into the Lives of Will Smith, Tony Stark, and Norman Reedus
Celebrities are at the forefront of today’s society. Whether they are an actor, a musician, a sports star, or a star on a new digital platform, they’re at the center of attention and conversation. The dynamics of celebrity have changed with the rise of social media. Now more than ever, celebrities are available to the masses. They can share intimate details about their lives and connect with their fans in a personal way. Celebrities often shape public opinion, fashion, and entertainment, and they’re often at the forefront of trends. So, we are going to mention some of these icons and show their role in the world.
Beginning with Will Smith, an actor was born in Philly in 1968. He's better known by his stage name, The Fresh Prince. He came out of the hip-hop scene and became one of the biggest and most successful actors of his time. He's had a lot of roles in his career, from TV's Fresh Prince to big movies like Independence Day and his introspective films like The Pursuit Of Happyness. He's also known for his motivational talks and life stories that teach people how to be resilient, work hard, and believe in themselves.
Tony Stark is one of the most famous people in pop culture, and it's easy to forget that he's only a fictional character. But his impact on the world is as real as any living person. He's a billionaire industrialist who became a superhero when he was introduced to the Marvel Universe in 1963. He's a symbol of genius and arrogance, and he's taught us about self-sacrifice, accountability, and redemption.
Also, Norman Reedus was born on July 18, 1969, in Hollywood, Florida. Growing up in Hollywood, Reedus made a name for himself on the big and small screen. He had roles in movies like “Boondock Saints,” but it wasn’t until he was cast as Daryl Dixon in AMC’s “The Walking Dead” that he truly became a fan favorite. His portrayal of the hardened survivor brought depth and vulnerability to Reedus, and fans around the world found themselves rooting for him in this post-apocalyptic world.
Overall, these three real and fictional actors represent the diversity of the entertainment world. Their stories whether told in the context of real-life conflicts or through the stories of their characters, provide insight into the human condition and explore themes of culture, ambition, and creativity. Moreover, each one of those celebrities has made their way in the world of Holywood to be what they wished to be.
In a period where the relationship between pop culture and art has become more profound than ever, the popularity of celebrity-themed artworks, particularly painting by numbers, has revolutionized the art world. This trend is not only a reflection of society's admiration for celebrities but also a reflection of the ever-changing way in which we interact with art and fandom. Then as a lover of this art start painting using numbers one of those iconic celebrities, It such going to be an amazing experience to do; take your brush and start painting one of the following.
If you are a fan of Will Smith paint by numbers, you know that he's always had a unique style. He's been in a lot of different genres, from music to comedy to action, and he's always been able to mix it all up. That's why you can now paint a bunch of scenes from his movies, or even a candid shot of him. It's like taking fans on a journey with him, one brushstroke at a time, and it's a great way to get to know him.
The iconic character of Tony Stark has had a profound influence on popular culture, largely due to the portrayal of Robert Downey, Jr. in the Marvel cinematic universe. Furthermore, his signature dramatic poses, intricate designs on his suit, and even his moments of vulnerability are often the focus of paint by numbers kit that is dedicated to him. Not only that, these sets provide fans with the opportunity to revisit their favorite moments of Tony Stark paint by numbers, but they also challenge them through intricate designs and the metallic shades associated with the Iron Man character.
The actor Norman Reedus is well-known for his portrayal of Daryl Dixon in the television series "Walking Dead". His ruggedly handsome presence is hard to miss, and his sets often reflect the raw emotion of his character set against the backdrop of a post-war landscape. Norman Reedus paint by numbers lovers can delve into the intricate landscapes of the show, drawing attention to the contrast between Reedus' intense gaze and the barren environment.
In conclusion, celebrities continue to have a significant impact on popular culture, and their influence can be seen in various forms of artistry. Celebrity Paint By Numbers provides fans with a hands-on experience that allows them to interact with their favorite celebrities in a meaningful and creative way. These painting kits are more than just a pastime; they are a reflection of the ever-evolving relationship between fans and art, providing a connection between admiration and creativity.
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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning
Chapter 90: Blood Money
❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader
❧ Era: Season 11
❧ Pronouns: she/her
❧ Warnings: none!
❧ Word Count: 4k (another shorty)
❧ In This Chapter: Daryl is enlisted to help Sebastian with a shady mission, and your distrust of the Commonwealth's leadership is starting to reach a boiling point.
❧ A/N: Okay, this is unexpected, but this is the last chapter of this series until the next part of the season comes out! So this is kind of like... a hiatus, I guess? But don't worry, we'll be back as soon as the next episode comes out, which will probably be in the fall. In the meantime, I will be working on lots of other stuff, so stay tuned! Also sorry if this chapter is relatively lackluster, but it's hard to come up with stuff for Reader to do when she's EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT. Like, girl... I'm gonna try to give you stuff to do but I don't want you getting too stressed with that baby in there, Jesus... Anyway, enjoy the last chapter for a few months!
The baby was healthy, of course. How couldn’t he be? Six months of being well-fed and barely lifting a finger, besides your at-home birthing preparation classes, were so far paying off. Still, you felt exhausted most of the time, your legs cramped and were covered in varicose veins, you found yourself running for the bathroom to urinate every half an hour, your breath was short more often than not, and, last but certainly not least, you’d been experiencing short bursts of practice contractions, but at least you were nearing the end, and you could finally meet the child whom you had dubbed Daryl Jr.
Of course, Daryl protested this moniker, and though you were only half-serious about naming the child after his father, you were still having a hard time coming up with a suitable name.
Aaron, who’d moved to the Commonwealth about three months ago, was vying for the name Owen, after your father, while Robin simply requested an “R” name to match hers, and Daryl didn’t care as long as it was simple (and not his name, which he claimed would doom the boy to being thought of as a redneck, but you loved his name, so there was some conflict there).
In any case, everything was ready for Daryl Jr.’s arrival. Not far from Robin’s bed was a brand new crib (not handmade like Robin’s, but tweaked by Daryl to be as safe as possible, as far as he was concerned), and you’d blown a good chunk of your maternity leave paycheck on a selection of boy’s baby clothing and other accessories from the baby shop across the street from your apartment. Indeed, you were excited to have a baby boy, even if a year ago from today another baby of any kind was the last thing you wanted.
It was a strange time, with everything still being so up in the air with Alexandria, Hilltop, and Oceanside. You hadn’t heard much from home, other than that Maggie, Lydia, and Elijah were still trying to fix up Hilltop without the help of the Commonwealth, and that Alexandria was slowly but surely getting the repairs it needed despite Maggie’s defiance.
All you could hope was that you could return home not long after the baby was born so you could raise him there, but as you made your way up the stairs to the Commonwealth police station, intent on surprising Daryl with his favorite donuts, you wondered what the future had in store, and if anything could ever really be simple again.
You opened the door nervously, trying to balance the large pink box in one hand with your other on the doorknob as you looked around, hoping to find Daryl in a sea of people dressed in those identical white uniforms.
“Dixon!” one trooper called out, and you followed the direction of his gaze to see Daryl at his desk, not yet in uniform, as he hated wearing that thing for any longer than he needed to.
You smiled and approached his desk with a bounce (well, as much as you could bounce with your rather large carriage). “Special delivery,” you said in a sing-song voice, jauntily scooting some of his paperwork to make room for the box on his desk. “Extra jellies,” you announced proudly, knowing Daryl’s favorites were the jelly-filled ones. “And some plain glazed, too. Oh, and I think I got a maple bar… Maybe some sprinkles. Little bit of everything.”
Daryl stood up and touched your arm, looking you over worriedly, with a slight irritation in his eyes. “You should be at home,” he said seriously. “You walk all the way here?”
You frowned, and looked around sheepishly to preserve your dignity, as you were so hoping he’d be much happier than he seemed. “I just thought… You didn’t have breakfast so I wanted to bring you something.”
His shoulders relaxed as he huffed and let his eyes wander to the box of donuts, and he could already smell the sugary glaze. “Thanks,” he said. “You didn’t have to.”
You sighed in relief as he broke out into a small, lopsided smile, which was a big smile for him. “Oh, yes I did.” You turned your attention to Rosita, who had been eying the box of donuts from her desk since you came in. “You better share with Espinosa,” you said. “I know she likes the sprinkles.”
Daryl spared no more time in looking at the donuts, opting to grab a jelly-filled donut and take a big bite out of it, nodding his head in appreciation as he did so.
“Good?” you asked.
“Good,” he answered, mumbling as he chewed.
Rosita leaned over her desk to pick one out herself, and Daryl quickly realized that you were out of breath from the walk.
“Sit down,” he said, pulling out his chair and dusting it off before sitting you down and handing you his water bottle. “Can’t believe you walked all the way here on your own. You’re eight months pregnant.”
Rosita scoffed and shook her head in amusement at Daryl’s scolding. “I think she knows,” she said. “Still no name?”
Daryl held his hands up as if to block Rosita’s questioning. “Don’ get ‘er started.”
“Well,” you said, getting started, “I’ve got a list, but I’m thinking maybe we should wait until he pops out, huh? See what he looks like.”
“Pfft,” Daryl scoffed. “Don’t matter what he looks like. Just give the kid a name. Any name you want, I don’t care.”
You crossed your arms and exchanged a snicker with Rosita. “Daryl Jr.,” you said, though you were mostly joking at this point, knowing Daryl hated the idea. “I like Daryl Jr.”
“I like it too,” said Rosita, much more seriously now as she played along with your teasing. “It can be a family name. Robin or Daryl Jr. have a son, they’ll name him Daryl, too, and his son after that, and his son after that…”
“Mm,” you hummed, taking a bite of your own donut. “That’s a great idea. How sweet would that be, honey? A whole line of Daryl Dixon’s. Adorable.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “Not funny.”
You snorted, and subsequently burst into a fit of laughter with Rosita, both of you finding great amusement in Daryl’s serious, grumpy expression that threatened to break out into a smile at any moment. “Oh, come on, you big grump,” you said, lightly shoving his shoulder as you stood up from your seat. “Well, I guess I should let you two get to work. I’ll be at home if you need me.”
Just before you could place a kiss on his cheek, you were alerted to a sudden presence that didn’t sit right with you. Well, maybe it just… annoyed you, but you felt uneasy nevertheless.
“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath.
Daryl moved closer to you, pressing his chest against your back. “Just ignore him,” he whispered. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
He stepped in front of you to lead you towards the door, but just before you could get there, Sebastian, standing near the door with a young woman who must’ve been his girlfriend, seemed to notice your familiar presence.
“Hey,” he said, brushing off the trooper he was talking to. “Don’t you work at the library?”
He broke out into a mischievous grin, and chuckled as he looked between you and Daryl. “What’s this?” he laughed. “You his… sister, or something?”
You scoffed and shook your head. “I’m his wife,” you said simply as you turned to leave, trying to spend the least amount of time possible around this obnoxious little prick.
Sebastian chuckled louder now, catching your attention once again.
“You’re kidding,” he said, and switched his stare to Daryl. “Well, I mean, I guess where you come from that’s pretty standard, right? Sister, wife… Same thing.”
Daryl had a professional responsibility here not to tell him off, but you weren’t at work, and you’d told him off once before, so you were sure you could do it again.
The girl at his side snickering at Sebastian’s joke, you cleared your throat before speaking, knowing you were going to have to speak loud enough to be heard over their laughter.
“Very funny,” you said, with a purposefully condescending smile. “But you know, it’s not very nice to say things like that when everyone knows you come from a corrupt political family with more cover-ups than the CIA, so if I were you I’d keep jokes like that to yourself.”
Sebastian’s face turned downward in anger at your comment, and though he was beginning to stutter as if to say something, you did what any woman prone to pettiness and public displays of affection would do and kissed your husband goodbye. Not like the kiss on the cheek you gave him before, mind you, but a big, sloppy kiss on the lips as you held his cheeks in your hands to keep his unsuspecting mouth locked onto yours.
Despite his initial grunt, and a deep blush forming on his cheeks, he gently grabbed your waist and accepted the gesture, albeit with a slightly embarrassed look as you pulled away.
“See you at home, sweetheart,” you said, not caring if a few of Daryl’s co-workers were snickering. “Be safe.”
Sebastian Milton, however, had other plans for Daryl that day.
After seeing you home and changing into his much maligned uniform, he was assigned patrol on sector D with Rosita, but was intercepted on his path by two other troopers, who informed them that their assignment had changed: they were to help deal with a herd outside the walls. At least, that’s what they’d been told by Alves and Castle, who’d dragged them out to an empty field, beyond which, down gentle slopes of grassy hills, was a large house, the kind that might have once been inhabited by some family who’d inherited old money, and had a little too much.
Notably, the house was surrounded with at least a mile of walkers at every angle. It was far too big of a herd for four troopers to fight, and Daryl already had a bad feeling about the whole thing.
“Where’s everybody else?” he asked Alves and Castle, who seemed to be up to no good by coercing them outside the walls in the first place.
“There is no one else,” laughed Castle.
“You want the four of us to take all that out?” asked Rosita.
The snarling of a walker approaching from behind caught Daryl’s highly tuned attention, but the monster was being dragged in a snare pole by another trooper, with Sebastian Milton sauntering jauntily just beside it.
“You aren’t gonna take them out,” he said. “You’re gonna go through them.”
Shoulda known, thought Daryl, turning to face the young man who’d been a particularly irritating thorn in his side since he started this job.
“What are you talkin’ about?” he asked.
“I’m talking about my buddy, Cooper,” he answered happily. “We grew up together. He lived in a big house, right down there.” He gestured to the walker-surrounded mansion, and Daryl already had an inkling of what was about to be asked of him and Rosita, the two “expendable” troopers from an outside land. “His dad was actually the president of SDS Bank.”
Rosita and Daryl exchanged an unamused look, both irritated with Sebastian’s long-winded explanation, and unimpressed by the title of a man who was long dead, along with his company.
“Anyway,” continued Sebastian, “his dad was also a prepper, so he turned his office into a panic room. It’s where he kept all his good shit, like… whiskey, weed, E, coke… He also kept cash in there. Lots of it, and that is what I need you to get for me.”
“This is a joke, right?” asked Rosita.
Sebastian smiled and shook his head. “No, sweetie, it isn’t.”
And Daryl found himself wanting to smack the shit out of that man for the second time today.
“All right, look,” he continued, this time a little more eager to cut to the chase. “My bitch mother has cut off my line of credit, so I need to come up with creative ways to… support my lifestyle.”
“So have these dickheads do it,” said Rosita, nodding her head towards Alves and Castle, who, indeed, were dickheads.
“They don’t want to because they can’t shoot down there,” answered Sebastian. “You see, fired rounds are tracked, so it’d raise questions, and if these guys can’t shoot guns, well, they would probably get dog-piled and suffocate. You two, I know that you can do it. I believe in you.”
He procured a small scrap of paper, upon which was written a string of numbers. “Now, this is the code to the office’s electric lock. There’s a solar generator in the garage that you can through—”
“Nah, we ain’t doin’ it,” interrupted Daryl, just about done with Sebastian’s condescension for the day. He might’ve been a hell of a lot better at controlling his short temper than he was ten years ago, but he still had that short fuse, and it had actually run out around the same moment Sebastian insulted him in front of you at the station, but he had kept the anger at bay, not wanting to risk his job if a superior saw him manhandling the governor’s son.
Of course, he still didn’t want to lose his job, but there wasn’t much to be done out here in the middle of nowhere if Daryl took matters into his own hands, so if Sebastian continued down the road he was going, there wasn’t as much stopping him from containing his rage.
“Yes, you are,” replied Sebastian, grinning as always. With a snap of his fingers, the trooper holding the walker plunged a knife into its head, and let the body fall to the ground. “Now, you’re gonna slime yourself up with guts,” he said, more impatiently now, “and then you are gonna walk through that swarm, and you are gonna get me my cash.”
Daryl exchanged another look with Rosita, and stepped forward, wanting nothing more than to knock the prick to the ground, but opting instead to push past him, looking him in the eye as he growled, “Or what?”
Sebastian spoke again, though, and stopped Daryl and Rosita in their tracks with his words: “Hey, how are your kids doing?”
Careful, he thought.
He could take almost everything these days. He could face humiliation and degradation and insults of the lowest kind, but there was one thing he still could never let slide, one thing that would always send him into a fit of sheer, unadulterated, unbridled rage—if you hurt his family, he’d kill you.
“Your little one,” he continued, much to Daryl’s indignation, “Robin…” Even hearing his daughter’s name on that insufferable weasel’s lips was enough to have him reaching for his knife. “She just skipped a grade, right? And Coco, is she walking yet?”
He blacked out for a minute there, unable to even tell what he was doing until he realized he had his knife to Sebastian’s neck, and his other hand holding his shirt collar so tight the fabric threatened to tear under his death grip.
Rosita had her gun pointed at Sebastian, too, and Alves and Castle had their guns, naturally, pointed at her and Daryl. He didn’t seem to notice, though, not when he was a centimeter away from slicing that son of a bitch’s neck open.
“You think your advanced military training is gonna help you right now?” he growled. Sebastian only smiled, like the psychopath he was. Of course, rich people can’t be psychopaths, right? At least, they get to wear masks.
“Drop it,” said Alves, “or you’re both dead.”
“Not before I take this asshole’s head off,” retorted Rosita.
“Let’s get somethin’ a little straight,” said Daryl, not relenting in the slightest. “You threaten our kids one more time, and I will gut you.”
“Hey,” said Sebastian, grabbing at Daryl’s hands in an attempt to keep them at bay. “Who said anything about hurting kids? I’m just saying, I can make their life easier.”
“Or you can make ‘em all orphans,” said Alves. “It’s your call.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow and quirked his lip in amusement. “And make your wife a widow,” he said. “I don’t know if she could handle it.”
He tightened his grip on the knife, and Sebastian’s collar, snarling as Rosita broke the tense silence.
“We do this,” she said, “and that’s it?”
“Yeah,” said Sebastian, not breaking eye contact with Daryl, who was one slight movement away from cutting Senastian’s vocal cords. “Totally.”
The heist turned out to be more complicated than walking through a herd and opening a safe. It turned out that Sebastian had sent several other Commonwealth citizens into the fray to collect his money, including one woman named April, who’d gotten locked inside the vault and was the only survivor of her group.
A series of events involving an alarm and the herd surrounding the vault got all three of them in a tight situation, and by the time Daryl had usually come home from work, he was nowhere to be seen.
What’s more, there were now four children inhabiting your apartment for the time being. Aaron had left the day before to help initiate a group into the Commonwealth (colonist style, you joked), and Gracie was left in yours and Daryl’s care.
The stress was getting to you, to say the least.
In a panic, you used the landline in your apartment (something you’d never thought you’d use again) to phone Mercer at the station, inquiring about Daryl’s whereabouts.
He went to work looking for Daryl and Rosita, who were supposed to be on patrol of sector D that day, but had never checked into their post. Two other troopers had checked in instead, and Alves and Castle had informed Mercer of startling news: Rosita and Daryl went on a mission outside the walls to loot money from an abandoned house.
Of course, you didn’t believe this. At least, you didn’t believe they’d done it on their own accord. Daryl never cared about money, even if your family needed it. No, there had to be something more, and Mercer went to investigate.
Carol volunteered to help, seeing how distressed you were when she came to visit earlier that day. At least when Daryl did return, he’d showered in the station locker room.
“Oh, thank God,” you huffed, taking him in your arms and nestling your head against his neck. When the relief washed away, you turned serious, almost angry at his carelessness. “What happened? Where were you? Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
Daryl’s gaze floated somewhere behind you, where Robin, Judith, RJ, and Gracie sat upon the couch, curiously watching the interaction.
“Hi, Dad,” said Robin, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “Wanna watch a movie?”
He didn’t say much that evening, not until he came to bed after tucking in the children, and wrapped his arm around you despite your protest as you lifted his arm up and away from you.
“Hey,” he said, “what’s wrong?”
You turned and scoffed at his questioning. “You haven’t talked to me since you got home,” you said. “Now you wanna cuddle? No way. You’re lucky you’re not sleeping on the couch… I was worried sick about you, and you know I’m already losing sleep with Aaron being out there. Oh, and I’ve got four children to take care of, and I’m eight months pregnant with your baby. The least you could do is tell me why you came home so late and why Mercer told me you were stealing money from a walker-infested mansion.”
“Sorry,” he sighed. “It was that asshole, Sebastian. He had us go in there, get him his money. Didn’t wanna do it, but he… He was talkin’ ‘bout the kids, sayin’ how he could make their lives easier if we did this. Was worried he might do somethin’ bad if I didn’t.”
You closed your eyes and sighed, turning to face him fully and taking his hand in yours, despite how irritated you still were that he’d been so distant that evening, but you understood.
“He’d sent in others before,” he continued. “Citizens. All died… There was a woman still in there when we got there. We tried to get ‘er out, but we lost her. None of us would’ve gotten out if ya hadn’t called Mercer.”
“Oh,” you said. “Well… I had no idea where you were. I got scared.”
He nodded in understanding, and tugged on your hand to pull your body closer to his as you allowed him to hold you now. It was all he needed, just to hold you after what had happened that day.
“Took my cut,” he said softly, as if to not hear himself speak. “Didn’t wanna but… Didn’t know what else to do. That money ain’t for me, it’s for you and the kids, but it’s dirty. I mean, it’s bloody.”
You stroked his hair as you held him back, resting in silence until you could figure out exactly what to say. “It can’t be this way,” you said.
He pulled away slightly to look at your face, curious at your meaning. “What way?”
“This isn’t going to work for long, the way they do things here,” you elaborated. “You’re telling me the governor’s son bribed dozens of civilians to risk their lives to get him money, and they all died, and no one’s going to say anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if Hornsby knew about this. It can’t be like that. People can’t get away with things like that.”
“Always been like that,” he said. “Since before… Ain’t gonna change.”
“Yes, it will,” you corrected. “It will.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, suspicious of the tone in your voice that he knew all too well. Ten years of marriage will do that.
“(Y/N),” he warned, “don’t get involved. There’s one thing you need to worry about, and that’s…” He gestured to your bump.
“Daryl Jr.”
He scoffed. “Whatever. Daryl Jr. I don’t want ya havin’ anything to do with it.”
“But he can’t just—”
“Woman,” he said, “don’t get involved. I mean it this time. Do this for me.”
Your shoulders lost whatever tenseness they had as you sighed and flashed a small smile. “For you, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his hand down your back until he reached your bottom, squeezing it lightly over the sheet. “For me.”
“Mmm,” you hummed. “I’d do anything for you, sweetheart, but you know me… I can’t keep a secret.”
“Yeah,” he huffed before he kissed your forehead and adjusted his body until he was snug tight against you. “I know. Still gotta try, though.”
Indeed, you wouldn’t be silent about the heist.
A week had passed since the incident, and you’d held your tongue until you received a call from Magna, who’d informed you about a meeting being held at her apartment that night.
It came at a conflicting time for you, as Aaron was still out there, and Daryl had been sent out earlier that day, accompanying Hornsby and other troops to investigate what was reported as an attack at the settlement they were trying to recruit.
Still, you did what you could, helping Connie write up a piece about the Miltons and their transgressions, and that night, you laid awake in bed, uncertain once again.
You were uncertain about many things, all of which pertained to your future, and the future of your family.
Perhaps you were in over your head, as you always thought you were in the Commonwealth, but as the tide turned, and as Connie’s paper hit the stands the very next day, it seemed as though an ill wind was blowing through the streets, but also a wind of change.
Now, you had to accept the change, because you’d once told Robin that change could be good, and if change could make the world a better place, you’d welcome any ill wind that might accompany it.
So long as, of course, you could get back home.
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Words: 5,556
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, this part is (some) Daryl's POV
Reader pronouns: she/her
Era: flashbacks + Pre-Negan Alexandria,
Warnings: language, otherwise none really!
Summary: Through a few more flashbacks, we continue to learn about Y/N and Daryl's past relationship, and they finally confront it head on in the present.
A/N: EEEEK! I'm SO excited for you all to read this one.
This is a series! Read the previous parts at the links below.
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Carol was holding tight around Daryl’s waist as his bike tore down the dirt road, heading for the highway. His mind was a blur. Pure chaos. How many of you were dead? How many made it out? He’d run across the lawn heading for the stables, the last place he saw you. He was yelling your name desperately, his eyes whirring over the ground searching for a boot track, a depressed trail of grass, anything. But when he turned and saw the horde approaching, the barn already in flames, he knew he had to get out or he’d soon be among the dead. He waited as long as he could, driving circles around the property looking for you, inhaling the smoke and dust, and dodging grappling hands, but finally all was lost… and he had to go.
He could hear Carol crying quietly behind him, and it seemed a fitting soundtrack for how he was feeling. Terrified. Angry. Sick.
What if you hadn’t made it? What if he’d failed you? After you were attacked by JR and his men, he’d promised you (and even more so himself) that he’d keep you safe and now he didn’t even know where you were.
The bike jarred as he finally hit pavement and he sped to the highway as fast as he could, weaving through the gridlocked vehicles and arriving at the place they’d once hopefully left supplies for Sophia. And then, there were others. Rick and Carl stepped out from behind a truck. Daryl kicked his stand out and climbed off hurriedly, accepting Rick’s hand before pacing anxiously back and forth, his eyes turned back up the highway toward the farm, searching. If you weren’t here—if you didn’t show up, he was going back. He didn’t give a shit. He’d go back and kill a thousand fucking walkers if he had to.
But a shuffle behind him caught his attention and he spun to see Hershel stepping out from behind another vehicle. And then—there you were. Your face and arms were smudged with ash and walker blood but you were there. Alive. Safe. Without thought, an instinctive reaction, Daryl rushed to you and grabbed you into a hug so tight he squeezed a little of the air from your lungs. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned against his strong chest, breathing in the smell of his leather jacket and holding back tears. The archer hugged you desperately, like he had a thirst you were quenching. Hershel and Rick exchanged a knowing look and small smile at the archer’s urgency.
Daryl drew back from you, still unwilling to completely let go and his blue eyes studied your face. “I was afraid—I looked for ya everywhere,” he drawled. “I was about to go back and—”
“I was at the stable, and then I saw the walkers coming and then Rick and Carl run into the barn. I ran over to meet them and the… the whole barn went up in flames,” you said.
“She almost got caught in there,” Rick said gravely.
“I didn’t know they were lighting it,” you explained. “Made it out at the last second.”
Daryl nodded, chewing on his bottom lip and finally forcing himself to let go of your shoulders. His heart was still pounding from the wild fear that had seized it.
“Are you okay?” you asked him, looking up into his bright blue eyes. He nudged his nose up in a nod again, his eyes scanning your expression.
“Ya. Ya, I’m alrigh’. Are you?”
You hesitated, but nodded. “I’m alive.”
* * *
* * *
You were sitting apart from the group on a boulder near the edge of the stream. The others were preparing to move on, but from Daryl’s vantage point you seemed suspended, frozen. He swung his crossbow over his shoulder and paced over to you, stopping and grabbing a seat on another rock. Your expression was blank as you stared at the water. You didn’t seem to notice him until he spoke.
“Hey.” You looked up, a little startled, and Daryl was taken aback by the grief in your eyes. “Ya alrigh’?” he asked, his fingers nervously tugging at the strap of his bow.
You gave him a long look, your expression turning more pensive, before your eyes drifted back to the water stumbling over stones just in front of you. You didn’t say anything.
He shifted, his stomach clenching into a pit. “We’re gonna be okay,” he drawled. “All of us. We’ll find somewhere. Someplace new an’ safe.”
You closed your eyes and hung your head, pressing a hand to your forehead and then settling it over your lips. “I feel like I just lost him all over again,” you murmured. “Which feels selfish to say, considering Hershel and Maggie and Beth just lost the only home they’ve ever had and more members of their family. And we don’t know where Andrea is.” You sighed heavily. “But he’s back there in the ground… And now I’m leaving the last good place we were ever together in. The last place he was—whole and alive.”
“I know,” he drawled. “But there ain’t nothin’ for it. We gotta go forward. We can’t go back.”
Your eyes snapped back over to his face and you shook your head a little. “I don’t know if I can. Not while he’s out there… I feel like it’s eating me alive.” And as you spoke those words, Daryl thought you looked haunted.
“We’ll find him. We will,” he said. His voice was strong and he tried to sound reassuring. He really believed that someday he would put JR in the ground for what he did to you, what he brutally took. “But for now we gotta find what’s next first.”
* * *
* * *
The sun was almost down when you made it back to the group’s makeshift camp. Almost everyone was huddled around the small fire for warmth. The weather was growing colder, and you all knew that you needed to find shelter for the winter, but ever since the farm had fallen it had been a constant struggle to survive. You moved daily, burning energy you didn’t have, searching for a place you could hunker down. The dead seemed endless.
You’d shot a rabbit and at least that would be enough for Lori and Carl to have some sustenance, but food had been an afterthought when you’d gone out ahead before the sun had even broken over the distant horizon. When Daryl woke up at dawn, your bed roll had already been packed and he searched the ground for your footprints, following them a short distance off into the trees. Rick called him back to help get everyone moving, and soon Daryl led the way, tracing the steps you’d already made several hours earlier.
Daryl stood watch in the evenings, waiting anxiously for you to come back to the group. You always did, just before it got dark. You moved ahead during the day and then circled back to find the group’s new camp. You never said much on your return, but Daryl knew you were looking for him.
This was how it had been since shortly after the horde had destroyed what little you had left at the Greene farm. On the road, Daryl would wake to find you gone, and just before it grew black as pitch again you’d return to the group. At first it would be maybe once a week, and then it was every few days, and finally, without fail, when Daryl woke up, you were already gone.
Sometimes he’d wait up all night so he wouldn’t miss you sneaking off and he’d accompany you out on your searches, but he always felt like he was in your way. Even so, that was better than feeling sick to his stomach all day, tormented by the thought that something bad was going to happen to you while you were alone. Sometimes you’d come back with scavenged supplies or a hunting kill, but Daryl knew those were incidental finds. Your mind was fixated on finding JR. It seemed to consume you now. Daryl had tried to talk to Rick about it, tried to ask him to tell you to stop wandering off, but frankly the sheriff had bigger worries and he appreciated every little bit of something you brought back. Lori was pregnant, and he had Carl to worry about, and it was winter.
One evening, Daryl’s worse fears were realized. It was dark. And you weren’t back.
He paced endlessly at the edge of the small circle of firelight, glancing back at the huddled forms of the others. He strained his eyes, staring out into the blackness. His mind kept transforming every shadow into an approaching walker or some other lurking threat, and finally he couldn’t stand it any longer. He went and woke Glenn, asked him to take watch, and started tracking.
He had no idea how long he’d been walking, tracing your steps in the darkness only by flashlight. He lost the trail several times and had to make wide circles to find it again. Dark thoughts pounded into him like waves crashing on the rocks at high tide. You’d been bitten. You’d had some sort of accident. You’d run into more bad people. You’d found JR and now he had you.
He urged himself forward, moving silently through the cold night until his light shone on something that twisted his stomach. Blood. Dark and already dried where it speckled the leaves, looking almost black in the beam of his light. Enough to be concerning. The droplets followed along with your boot prints and impressions exactly.
The archer readied his bow and moved more cautiously, but still at speed. You were obviously injured, and his mind resumed its panicked spinning. A small, dilapidated cabin eventually came into view, and the blood trail was leading right toward it. Daryl rushed to it and froze at the door, straining his hearing. He couldn’t hear anything. No walkers, no people, no sound at all. He forced in a deep breath, raised his bow at the ready, and kicked the door in with a crash, flashlight darting over the room and catching on a glint of something metallic.
The barrel of your gun aimed straight at him. “Daryl?” Your voice drifted to him sounding as strong as ever. You were squinting into his light and you lowered your pistol when you recognized the familiar broad shoulders.
He almost collapsed with relief. His chest heaving, he dropped his crossbow to his side and stared at you. You were laid up on a dusty couch, your leg propped up, pant leg rolled up to reveal a bloody bandage. He shut the door on the night and took a few steps closer to you, his light again landing on your face as he scrutinized your condition. You didn’t look feverish or overly pale. The beam landed on your leg again and his brow furrowed. “Tell me that ain’t a bite or scratch,” he drawled.
“No,” you said. He stared at you, waiting for an explanation. “A walker surprised me. I fell. Cut it open on a rock.”
You watched as he squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head for a moment. He seemed to be trying to regain control of his breathing. He swung his pack down onto the floor and leaned his bow up against it before his eyes met yours again. “Ya got any idea how goddamned worried I was when ya didn’t make it back to camp?” he said, his voice a little gruff, the edge of a growl to it.
You peered up at him, your expression calm and your eyes throwing bits of light back at him. “Worried enough to track me all the way here,” you said.
You watched as he shifted his weight anxiously and his free hand clenched and unclenched a few times. You were about to reassure him that you were fine when suddenly he crossed the space to you in three long strides.
You didn’t realize what was happening until he’d already fallen onto a knee beside you, clasped your face, and crashed his lips into yours. A small hum of surprise escaped you, but the next moment you looped your arms around his neck and were kissing him back fervently. His hand slid down to rest along the side of your neck, his fingers sliding into your hair. It started a little rough, hungry, and you could feel his pent-up anger and frustration at you, but then it softened and became almost desperate, pleading, and by the time he pulled slightly back to look into your eyes again you were both breathless.
Your lips stayed slightly open, your arms around his neck. His eyes flickered between yours. “Ya gotta stop this,” he said, his deep voice thick with gravel, heavy and resonant in his broad chest. “Please. ‘fore somethin’ really bad happens and I—I couldn’t live with that. Ya can’t just be wanderin’ out here on yer own, lookin’ for him aimlessly. S’gonna get ya into some worse shit. Y/N, I can’t—if somethin’ happened to ya—”
Your eyes welled a little with tears but you blinked them back. You hadn’t seen him look so alarmed, so worried since you’d woken up in the farmhouse after it happened. You gulped and nodded, your eyes not leaving his. “Okay.” You drew in a breath, clasping his face and running your thumb along the strong line of his jaw. “Okay…”
Daryl’s heart was pounding and the only thing he wanted was to kiss you again but his nerves suddenly took over. Luckily, at that moment, the only thing you wanted was the same thing. He watched nervously as your eyes closed and you leaned in, finding his lips softly with yours. He was reeling with goosebumps as your fingers trailed lightly over his skin, into his long, wavy hair, hardly believing this was fucking happening after so long of wondering, wanting.
When you broke apart again, the two of you were both starry-eyed and you smiled and bit your bottom lip as his nervousness returned and his cheeks and ears flushed pink.
He cleared his throat and turned his attention back to your leg, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Alrigh’. Lemme see ‘bout this leg…”
The next morning, the two of you returned to the others together. And later that day, you found the prison.
* * *
* * *
“Still no sign of him?” Rick asked, the door into the guard tower slamming behind him, the echo sounding lonely. You glanced at him briefly and then fixed your eyes back on the gate again.
“No,” you said softly.
Rick leaned forward on the railing heavily. “Well, I’m sure everything is fine. Try not to worry too much unnecessarily.”
You scoffed at this and shook your head. “Carol said he left before dawn this morning. But she didn’t know why.” You looked back over at Rick. “Don’t you think that’s strange? He always tells someone where he’s going. I thought we were going to go hunting when I got back from the run with Glenn today.”
Rick shrugged and sighed. “You know how he gets inside the fences sometimes. I’m sure he’ll be back tomorrow as soon as its light, if not tonight.” He placed a friendly hand on your shoulder, but your eyes didn’t leave the gate. You were nervously chewing your thumbnail. “Try to get some sleep. You must be tired from the run.”
When you didn’t respond, Rick simply headed back down from the tower and rejoined the others, leaving you to worry endlessly from your vigilant post.
Daryl didn’t come back that night. You stayed awake, your stomach churning, staring out at the silent and still prison yard, your eyes still straining to see the gate. Many times you imagined the single headlight of an approaching motorcycle, but when you looked properly it was never there.
The door opened softly as the sun came up, startling you from a hazy half-awake state. It was Maggie, two mugs in her hand. “Here,” she said, sinking down next to you on the outside platform, handing you a steaming mug. “It’s just that freeze-dried instant stuff, but it’s not bad.”
“Thanks,” you murmured, pulling your jacket more tightly around yourself and the morning chill. You could feel her looking at you. “Don’t say he’s fine,” you said a little harshly. “We don’t know—” you broke off, your voice suddenly failing.
“I wasn’t going to. If it was Glenn, I know how worried I’d be.”
Your eyes snapped over to meet hers and you felt heat flush your face. She’d guessed at the something between you and Daryl so easily. You wondered how many of the others had too… She only gave you a small, good-natured smile. Then, right when you’d taken your eyes off—you heard the drone of a motorcycle engine and were instantly on your feet. Eyes to the gate, you could make him out easily. Daryl. He was back. “Thanks for the coffee,” you tossed over your shoulder, mug forgotten on the balcony of the guard tower as you raced inside and down the stairwell, running as fast as you could to meet him.
Rick and Carl pulled open the gate and you heaved a sigh of relief as he drove toward you. You opened the second set of gates for him to pull in close to the main building and rushed to be there when he parked and climbed off his bike.
You faltered as you got closer and he turned to face you. Your stomach dropped. Half his face was bruised and he was moving a little gingerly. He looked like he’d been in a nasty scrape with someone or something… You rushed the rest of the way to him and stopped squarely in front him, your eyes studying the injuries visible to you.
“Where’d you go? What happened? Your face—” you reached out to clasp it and he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.
His blue eyes opened again and he shifted his weight anxiously, licking his bottom lip and then pulling it in and capturing it between his teeth as was his nervous habit. You felt your own brow furrow and you drew back, your expression questioning.
He gulped. “ ‘M sorry I didn’t tell ya where I was goin’,” he drawled.
You didn’t know why but your stomach clenched into a hard pit. “What happened?” you asked again.
His eyes turned down toward his boots for a long moment and you could see him struggling to find the words, his chest heaving a little. “I found him,” he drawled. It was so soft you almost missed it.
“…what?”
“Look, I—I got a lead from those people we brought in last week who were just movin’ through. It sounded like him and—Y/N, I found him.”
You were staring at him, dumbfounded, trying to make your diaphragm work and pull in air. You pressed a hand to the center of your chest absently. “What do you mean you found him?”
Daryl licked his lips again nervously and stepped toward you. “It was him. And I—I killed him. S’over… He’s dead.”
You stared at him, paralyzed, looking almost as if you hadn’t heard him. You tried to swallow the sudden constriction in your throat but it didn’t move, and you felt suddenly dizzy. Daryl watched you reel for a moment and then you simply stepped back and turned away from him. You squeezed your eyes shut, not believing what you’d just heard. Your hands clenched into fists so hard that your nails dug into your palm and left little red crescents. You started to almost stumble away, in a daze.
Daryl watched you drifting away and rushed to catch up to you. “Y/N—ya okay?” He reached out and touched your arm but you shook him off and rounded on him. A veil of confusion passed over him as he took in the look on your face; anger. You were angry. But when you spoke, it was soft.
“How could you do this?” Your tone was disbelief. Betrayal. Daryl stepped toward you, an instinct to be closer as he felt you closing off. But you recoiled and he felt like he’d been burned. He’d never seen you look at him that way before and it felt like a hot poker was just rammed into his heart—the beat totally stalled out.
“How could I—” Daryl sputtered. “How could I not? After what he did—to—to yer dad. Right in front of ya!” Daryl’s voice broke. “After what he did to—to you. I told ya he was a fuckin’ dead man!”
Your voice was no longer soft. “It wasn’t your fight!” you yelled, angry tears burning in your eyes. “How could you—to not even tell me when you suspected, let alone—” You broke off, shaking your head.
“I had to end it! It was eatin’ ya alive, tha’s what ya said! I was protectin’ ya. Ya were gonna get yerself killed and I—”
You turned away and made a beeline for the prison. Quick bootsteps behind you and you felt his hand on your arm again.
“Y/N—”
You threw his hand off again. “Don’t touch me!” you yelled. You wouldn’t look at him, and that hurt far more than if you’d glared at him again. “How the hell am I ever supposed to sleep?” You said it quietly, almost as if to yourself.
And then you left Daryl standing there, puzzling over your reaction, confused by your words.
* * *
Daryl almost felt like someone else was in control of his movements for a moment, like he was watching himself from the outside as he stepped close to you again, surprised when you didn’t step back. His heart was pounding, but some internal urging kept him going. He looked to your hands again and gently took them in his, his thumbs smoothing over the scars on each wrist so lightly it was like the kiss of a breeze. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “This is why I did it. This right here,” he said strongly.
“Don’t.” She said it again. Seemed like she’d pulled herself outta somethin’ and she was quick to wrench her wrists from my hands again too. There was warning in her tone. “Don’t. Don’t you dare act like you didn’t do anything wrong.” I saw her jaw clench, her teeth set on edge. I was good at getting that reaction, though I never wanted it.
But I wasn’t actin’ like I hadn’t done anythin’ wrong… That wasn’t it. I knew I’d fucked up as soon as I’d told her back then. I may be a dumbass but I’m not a complete moron. Her reaction told me more than enough. Hell, I think I knew it was a mistake before I’d done it. But I just needed it to be over. For her and for me. It was eatin’ her. Anybody could see that. And she was obsessed, though she never broke her promise to go runnin’ off alone again after that night in the cabin. After that night, I started to see glimpses of the light in her kindled back to life again. Just—little moments. Her and me. We never defined it. Never labeled it. I guess I thought that him, still bein’ out there was what was suffocatin’ that flame and keepin’ it from burnin’ all the time. It felt like it was holding us back. Us. I used to think of it as us. Her and me.
But after I’d done it… after I’d tracked him down and made sure he’d died bloody, after I came back and told her… everything was different. Can’t even say how many nights I laid awake in my damn cot, wonderin’ how the fuck I could fix what I had so obviously broken, knowin’ she was a floor below me, probably also wide awake. All I’d wanted was to head down those steps and—but it didn’t matter. I had royally fucked up and I knew it, even if I didn’t really understand all the reasons she couldn’t deal with it.
“I ain’t ever said I didn’t do nothin’ wrong,” I countered, taking a step toward her again. “Hell, I—I knew as I was leavin’ the prison in the dark that it wasn’t—” I broke off, not even able to truly explain what had been going on in my head at the time.
She was still staring at me intensely, her eyes narrowed and the muscle in her jaw twitching. “Then why?” she asked through her clenched teeth. “Why the hell would you do that?!” She was yelling, and the walkers outside the slatted, metal door responded with banging fists and louder growls. “You purposely hid it from me! You left before it was light! You didn’t tell anyone where you were going!”
I scoffed. “Don’t that sound fuckin’ familiar, huh?” I roared back, stepping up to her again. She stepped back reflexively but her back found the wall.
But she wasn’t done yellin’. And Y/N never was one to be afraid of bein’ cornered. “This isn’t about me! This is about what you did, Daryl! Stop deflecting!”
“What the hell do you want me to fuckin’ say? ‘M sorry? Is that what ya want to hear?! ‘Cuz I can’t even count how many damn times I’ve tried to say that to you over the years. Shit, I’m lucky if ya even look at me these days let alone hear a goddamn word I fuckin’ say!” It was like now that we’d both started yellin’ we couldn’t stop. It felt like somebody had turned the heat on in the shop full blast.
“No, that’s not what I want to fucking hear! I want you to give me a better reason why you did that without me! I want a better fucking reason than Daryl Dixon’s hero complex!” She jabbed a finger right into the middle of my chest and I felt a prickle up my spine.
I let out an exhale that was more of a growl than anything. She knew exactly how to push my buttons. I stepped up until we were almost nose to nose, her back pressed against the wall. She held my eyes fearlessly. “What the hell ya want from me?! Huh?!” I roared at her.
“Tell me the real reason why!” she yelled back.
“Because I’m fucking in love with you!” I didn’t plan on sayin’ it. I didn’t think for half a second. It just came out. And when I looked, I realized I had hold of her wrists again, almost pinnin’ her back against the wall. And I could feel those scars beneath my hands, such a contrast to the usual silk of her skin. All the anger that had been on her face a split second before was gone and replaced with a stunned look, her eyes wide, her chest heaving. She stayed frozen as I tried to process what I’d just said. “I—I’m fucking in love with you,” I said again. “And I—I had to end it…” All the thoughts I’d always had raced through my head rapid fire; that she was gonna get herself killed, that he might find her first, that she was obsessed and it was drownin’ her, that I wanted to make him pay for what he’d done. But I couldn’t get any of them out, couldn’t even give her anythin’ else. Besides, what did it matter? I’d said the real reason. I’d said it. I’m in love with her. And I have been for a long time.
She finally seemed to break outta her stillness and her head leaned back against the wall behind her, her eyes shutting so I couldn’t even read what was going on in her head.
I was suddenly terrified and I let go of her and stepped back, digging the nail of my index finger into the cuticle of my thumb until it bled. I stared down at the dirty tile of the auto shop, my heart runnin’ away on me, feelin’ like I could barely draw breath. When had somebody tightened a belt around my fuckin’ lungs?
She sighed heavily and when I cautiously glanced up at her, her eyes were back on me, her lips in a soft pout. “What you don’t get—is that it’s not over. It didn’t end. It’s not over for me.”
It felt like somebody had shoved a sock down my throat. Hard to breath. Couldn’t speak. All I could do was stare back at her and brace for what she was about to say—that she didn’t love me, couldn’t love me after what I’d done—that she hated me.
“It’s not fucking real to me, Daryl. I wasn’t there. I didn’t see it. So, he’s still—he’s still here. He’s alive.” She paused and closed her eyes again, like she was tryin’ to steady herself, and my heart was dropping lower and lower as I watched her struggle to explain. “He’s like a ghost, haunting me. That’s why I can’t sleep…” She crossed her arms over her chest, almost hugging herself as she went on. “I needed to be the one to do it. I had to see it. And you took that away from me. You didn’t even talk to me about it. You just—you just went without me.”
I hung my head and shut my eyes, unable to bear the fuckin’ stabs of guilt I felt lookin’ at her. I hadn’t known—I didn’t know. I knew she had nightmares about him. I knew she was… haunted in some way. But I’d stupidly thought that if I took care of it, that his hold would be gone. And turns out I was wrong. And I couldn’t take that back. She was right. I felt like my whole body ached. “I—‘M sorry,” I said. It felt stupid to even say it. She already said she knew I was sorry. It didn’t change anything.
I didn’t expect anything else from her. I was on the edge of walkin’ away to give her some space… probably for the rest of her life, when she spoke again. “You—you said you’re in love with me…” she trailed off. That brought my eyes right back to her face. “You thought—you thought if he was gone that it’d be… fixed,” she said. All I could do was nod. She looked at me for a long time and I could see her eyes searching my face, studyin’ me like she was tryin’ to read my mind. “Why didn’t you just talk to me?” she asked in a whisper.
I let out a wry laugh and flicked my hair out of my eyes. “We both know I’m shit with words.”
She didn’t laugh. In fact, her face didn’t change at all. “You aren’t. Not to me.”
Fuck. I gulped. I had to try. I took a hesitant step back toward her. “It felt like that—he was what was standin’ in the way. Not just for you but—but for—us…” I sighed, frustrated at my own weak ability to fuckin’ explain exactly what I was thinkin’, what I felt. “Look, I ain’t good at this. But it felt like ya were drownin’. And that was the only thing I knew to try to stop it. And ya have to know I didn’t do it to hurt ya. That was the last thing I wanted. That is the last thing I want… I was tryin’ to protect ya, and I know ya don’t need it. I know that but… I just have to.” I paused and swallowed again at the lump in my throat. “And ya never told me it was like that. Ya never told me how bad.”
Now she avoided my eyes. “You were already worried about me enough.”
“That ain’t ever gonna change. No matter what.”
She sighed, still hugging her arms around herself. “I need… I need some time…” she said softly.
I felt like I’d left an armed nuke sitting on the floor between us. I’m in love with you. Fuck. All I could do was nod, and watch as she shot one final glance my way before she headed toward the other room.
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watched s11ep1
i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance
lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading
enjoy:
hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale
(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)
anyway
episode starts off with a tense scouting mission
it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately
i imagine that will continue for a while
rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up
obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec
as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)
never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun
yes, she is super hot using it
yes, daryl watches her do it
anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife
just fuck already, jfc
titles!
cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes
BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there
istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him
oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk
cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick
cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”
she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”
no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst
daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go
bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!
moving on
cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc
for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!”
this will be a common occurrence
but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”
so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well
speaking of executions
there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool
this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”
(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)
anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”
it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!”
it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”
(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)
(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)
anyway, moving away from that briefly
i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez
and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel
they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)
zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”
cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”
but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important
two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood
but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”
(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)
i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch
the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”
their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones
they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”
sure enough, yumiko is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister
the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”
tragic backstory to be continued ig
back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic
they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away
but dog runs away!
and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears
#priorities
the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death
which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part
like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”
anyway
my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE
the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end
anyway, cue credits!
final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)
the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!
-diz
#i didn't mean to recap the entire fucking episode lol#sorry#it's to make up for my lack of content lately#or something#anyway#caryl#twd s11ep1#twd s11 spoilers#dunlap tp
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Good Omens
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Lucifer (4)
On My Block
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Sherlock
Space Force
Supernatural (14)
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MOVIES
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BROADWAY
Anastasia
Beetlejuice
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Hamilton
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Six
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Detroit: Become Human
Red Dead Redemption 2
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Clarke Griffin
Echo
Finn Collins
Harper McIntyre
Jasper Jordan
Johnathan “John” Murphy
Jordan Green
Lexa
Lincoln
Marcus Kane
Monty Green
Octavia Blake
Raven Reyes
Roan
Wells Jaha
Aziraphale
Anathema Device
Crowley
Newton Pulsifer
Mme. Tracy*
Witchfinder Sgt. Shadwell*
Chidi Anagonye
Eleanor Shellstrop
Jason Mendoza
Michael*
Tahani Al-Jamil
Amenadiel
Det. Chloe Decker
Det. Daniel “Dan” Espinoza
Ella Lopez
Eve
Dr. Linda Martin*
Lucifer Morningstar
Mazikeen “Maze”
Cesar Diaz
Jamal Turner
Jasmine Flores
Monsé Finnie
Oscar “Spooky” Diaz
Ruben “Ruby” Martinez Jr.
Andrew “Andy” Dwyer
Ann Perkins
April Ludgate
Benjamin “Ben” Wyatt
Christopher “Chris” Traeger
Donna Meagle*
Gerald “Jerry” Gergich*
Jean-Ralphio Saperstein*
Leslie Knope
Ronald “Ron” Swanson*
Ainsley Whitly
Det. Dani Powell
Edrisa Tanaka
Lt. Gil Arroyo
Det. James “JT” Tarmel
Jessica Whitly
Malcolm Bright
DI Greg Lestrade
Mrs. Hudson*
James “Jim” Moriarty
Dr. John Watson
Mary Morstan*
Molly Hooper
Mycroft Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
Dr. Adrian Mallory*
Capt. Angela Ali
Brig. Gen. Bradley Gregory*
Dr. Chan Kaifang
Duncan Tabner
Erin Naird
F. Tony Scarapiducci
Kelly King
Maggie Naird*
Gen. Mark Naird*
Abbie “Bela” Talbot*
Adam Milligan
Alex Jones
Balthazar
Benjamin “Benny” Lafitte
Castiel
Charlene “Charlie” Bradbury
Claire Novak
Crowley
Dean Winchester
Sheriff Donna Hanscum
Eileen Leahy
Ellen Harvelle*
Gabriel
Garth Fitzgerald IV
Jack Kline
Jessica “Jess” Moore*
Joanna “Jo” Harvelle
Sheriff Jody Mills*
John Winchester
Kaia Nieves
Kevin Tran
Lucifer
Meg Masters
Michael “Mick” Davies
Patience Turner
Robert “Bobby” Singer*
Rowena MacLeod
Rufus Turner*
Samuel “Sam” Winchester
Aaron
Abraham Ford
Andrea*
Beth Greene
Carl Grimes*
Carol Peletier*
Dale Horvath*
Daryl Dixon
Dwight
Enid*
Eugene Porter*
King Ezekiel*
Father Gabriel Stokes
Glenn Rhee
Hershel Greene*
Maggie Greene
Michonne
Morgan Jones*
Negan Smith
Paul “Jesus” Rovia
Rick Grimes
Rosita Espinosa
Sasha Williams
Tara Chambler
Tyreese Williams
MOVIES
Cher Horowitz
Dionne Davenport
Josh Lucas
Tai Frasier
Travis Birkenstock
Anne Wheeler
Charity Barnum
Jenny Lind
Lettie Lutz*
Phillip Carlyle
Phineas “P.T.” Barnum
W.D. Wheeler
Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody*
Albus Dumbledore*
Arthur Weasley*
Cedric Diggory
Cho Chang
Draco Malfoy
Fleur Delacour
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Ginevra “Ginny” Weasley
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
James Potter
Lily Evans
Luna Lovegood
Minerva McGonagall*
Molly Weasley*
Neville Longbottom
Nymphadora Tonks*
Oliver Wood
Remus Lupin
Ronald “Ron” Weasley
Rubeus Hagrid*
Severus Snape
Sirius Black
Viktor Krum
Cinna
Effie Trinket*
Finnick Odair
Gale Hawthorne
Haymitch Abernathy*
Johanna Mason
Katniss Everdeen
Peeta Mellark
Anthony “Tony” Stark -- Iron Man
Dr. Bruce Banner -- Hulk
Carol Danvers -- Captain Marvel
Dr. Christine Palmer*
Clint Barton -- Hawkeye
Drax the Destroyer*
Edward “Ned” Leeds
Gamora
Groot*
Harold “Happy” Hogan*
Dr. Henry “Hank” Pym*\
Hope van Dyne -- Wasp
Sgt. James “Bucky” Barnes -- Winter Soldier
Col. James “Rhodey” Rhodes -- War Machine
Loki Laufeyson
Luis*
Mantis*
Dr. Margaret “Peggy” Carter*
Cdr. Maria Hill*
May Parker*
Lord M’Baku
Michelle “MJ” Jones
Nakia
Natasha Romanoff -- Black Widow
Nebula*
Col. Nicholas “Nick” Fury*
Okoye
Peter Parker -- Spider-Man
Peter Quill -- Star-Lord
Agt. Phillip “Phil” Coulson*
Pietro Maximoff -- Quicksilver
Rocket*
Samuel “Sam” Wilson -- Falcon
Scott Lang -- Ant-Man
Shuri
Dr. Stephen Strange
Steven “Steve” Rogers -- Captain America
King T’Challa -- Black Panther
Thor Odinson
Valkyrie
Virginia “Pepper” Potts
Vision
Wanda Maximoff -- Scarlet Witch
W’Kabi
Wong*
Yelena Belova
Yondu Udonta*
BROADWAY
Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov
Dimitri Sudayev
Gleb Vaganov
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Vladimir “Vlad” Popov*
Adam Maitland
Barbara Maitland
Beetlejuice*
Delia Schlimmer
Lydia Deetz*
Carrie White
Christine “Chris” Hargensen
Susan “Sue” Snell
Thomas “Tommy” Ross
Eurydice
Hades
Hermes*
Orpheus
Persephone
Aaron Burr
Alexander Hamilton
Angelica Schuyler
Elizabeth “Eliza” Schuyler
George Washington
Hercules Mulligan
James Madison
John Laurens
Margarita “Peggy” Schuyler
Maria Reynolds
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Philip Hamilton
Thomas Jefferson
Cosette
Enjolras
Éponine Thénardier
Fantine
Insp. Javert
Jean Valjean
Marius Pontmercy
Carlotta Giudicelli*
Christine Daaé
Erik “The Phantom”
Mme. Giry*
Meg Giry
Raoul de Chagny
Anna of Cleves
Anne Boleyn
Catherine of Aragon
Catherine Parr
Jane Seymour
Katherine Howard
VIDEO GAMES
Carl Manfred*
Chloe
Det. Chris Miller*
Connor
Elijah Kamski
Lt. Hank Anderson*
Capt. Jeffrey Fowler*
Josh
Kara
Leo Manfred
Lucy*
Luther
Markus
North
Rose Chapman*
Simon
Abigail Roberts
Arthur Morgan
Beau Gray*
Charles Smith
Daniël “Dutch” Van der Linde
Eagle Flies
Hosea Matthews*
Javier Escuella
Johnathan “John” Marston Sr.
Josiah Trelawny
Karen Jones
Kieran Duffy
Leonard “Lenny” Summers
Marion “Bill” Williamson
Mary-Beth Gaskill
Micah Bell
Molly O’Shea
Penelope Braithwaite*
Rev. Orville Swanson*
Sadie Adler
Sean MacGuire
Simon Pearson*
Tilly Jackson
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