dixon.

[peletier]

hey lovelies!

// i’m still here! just had to take a bit of an impromptu mini-hiatus. tbh. my twd dash was getting me in a bad spot writing wise. so i had to step away and focus on other things. i always wander back here, though. always will. thanks for your patience. 

i’ll be trimming my stuff up here soon. that way i can return with a fresh brain and give love to you amazing peeps. so sorry for how i faded off. it happens with my brain sometimes. especially when it’s stress/anxiety and/or frustration leaking into my safe places. :D

[dear-indies]

We are creating a masterlist for every The Walking Dead roleplayer.

The Walking Dead show/game/comic/spin-off.

The list is here. 

[daryldix0n]

shefiights‌.

carol is brought back to the first time she left him by choice.  at her little house outside the kingdom, when he’d knocked on her door.  the look on his face, the broken tone of voice.  reminded her of a lost little boy, and she sensed that same energy here when he asked if she promised.  what good were her promises lately?  he’d asked her that before when she was going after alpha and taking risks.  asked her to promise to talk to him, to lean on him.  she hadn’t done that, so why did he think he could trust her now?

sigh passes her lips, and both hands come to rest on his shoulders.  she looks him in the eye, to let him know she means it.  ❝ i’m staying, daryl.  i faced what i’ve been cowering from for years.  it’s never too late, right? ❞  smiles, and leans up to press a light kiss against the corner of his mouth.

Daryl doesn’t know what to say. What to ask. How much he can trust the answers she gives him. But, deep down, buried underneath all the mud and muck her actions have kept kicking up around them? He, desperately, wants to. NEEDS TO believe that she’s gonna stop lying to him. That what he’s reading on her face is real. What he sees in her eyes is the truth. And that whatever she’s been putting them through while torturing herself? Has come to an end. He’d beg her if he had to. On his knees, even. Because it’s getting to the point where she’s got him wondering things that he never should have to wonder about her. That shit’s terrifying.

His expression gives when she rests her hands on his shoulder. Be damned if his knees don’t buckle A LITTLE underneath the weights on his chest. Eye contact made, he don’t dare look away. Out of fear that some spell might be broken and she’d just run off again if he looked like he didn’t believe her with his whole heart. The kiss gives him a start. Hands come up to curl around her wrists and hold on for dear life. Against the corner of his mouth and even then? He sweeps his tongue across his lips (especially that corner) like he’s chasing after something. A sensation? A taste? Who knows? “Sealed that one. Can’t take it back.” He smiles, heart racing so hard the thrumming beat of it can be seen on the side of his throat.

[pedrospascaled]

[daryldix0n]

@sovietspookstory​ || obligatory twd meme || He talks too much.

“Yeah, he has this habit where his mouth keeps moving long after most of us have tuned out.” Daryl watches as Eugene spews out another endless list of facts when all poor Aaron wanted to know was when he’d like to trade out shifts for the night watch. He could help. Step in? Call Aaron over so the answer’s given abruptly. But nah. Why bother doing that? When it’s more amusing to watch the ever-so-polite Aaron do his best not to offend Eugene while trying to creep away as gracefully as possible. Twice, he’s looked in their direction. Twice, Daryl’s given him a nod and waved back with his lips pressed together like he was in no big hurry.

“Sometimes it’s useful, though. Like entertainment when it’s not being directed at you. Otherwise? Yer brain starts feeling how Aaron’s eyes look.” Couple more minutes and he’d bail him out. Or would he?

[sillyprompts]

Vanilla Sunday Meme

For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic. Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!

Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?

Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?

Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?

Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? 

Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?

Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?

Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

Have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split? 

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Where is your muse most sensitive? 

Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship? 

Would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?

Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

Does your muse leave hickies? Do they ask for them?

Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner? 

Has your muse reached first/second/third base? Home run? 

Would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?

Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?

Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

Is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?

Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean?

How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?

Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?

[daryldix0n]

@hartsiick​ || random inbox || always accepting!

"I'm still waiting on those rabbits "

“Ain’t got one in WEEKS. But..”

“Got some squirrels, though. They’re all yours. Til I get some rabbits. If ya want. Shoulda said somethin’. Stead of waiting a damn decade.. What’s the interest on that?”

[daryldix0n]

@hartsiick​​ || obligatory twd meme || This can be our last fight.

Something keeps gnawing away at the pit of his stomach. The more he glances over at the kids huddled together and they continue to pretend to each other that they might be remotely safe during this. He’s made his deal with Ezekiel. Made his promises to them. And what’s killing him slow? Daryl’s not so god damn sure that any of them can promise what the hell they just promised. Not him. Not Ezekiel. Not any damn person who told those kids they don’t gotta have any reason to be afraid. 

Deep down? He knows they’ll all fight until their last breath to keep them safe. They got strategy. Skill. What reality says? Time and time again. If the shit hits the fan? That don’t mean SHIT. S’why when he hears Aaron’s voice, he gives a glance over his shoulder. Doesn’t dare look him in the eye as the reality of Aaron’s situation comes crashing down on him.

Aaron’s a far more capable fighter than most people. Truth is, though? He’s all Gracie’s got and once this is over? Daryl’s done letting a kid’s ONLY PERSON be all there is between a life of hurt and an empty spot and a fight. They’ll make due without him. Cause part of him knows he wouldn’t be able to cope losing him either. And he’s just done. “No matter what? S’gonna be theirs.  S’gonna be yours, too.”

[daryldix0n]

@wlkrbait​ || random inbox || always accepting!

How do you feel about cheese ?

“...............”

[daryldix0n]

@takenpeace​ || random inbox || always accepting!

hey you wanna chase me around a field again for old times sake ?? ;)

“Sure. Sounds good to me. S’long as I get to remind you.. Don’t matter how many years go by?”

“Yer still an asshole.”

[daryldix0n]

shefiights.

this wasn’t how carol thought the situation would go. she expected the usual, a challenge offered, his face beet red and backing away like a caged tiger.  thought he’d run far like he usually did.  so when he actually did get on his knees she was taken by surprise.  didn’t take long for her body to react at all.  never really did around daryl though.  he was the main star of her most private fantasies, the face she pictured when she had time to give herself over to pleasure.  breathing was a little labored as she stared down at him, stomach jumping slightly when he pressed a kiss there.  hands moved to his hair of their own volition, running through the dark locks gently.  ❝ what happened to your infamous stop? ❞

“Ain’t scared of bein’ on my knees.” He doesn’t seem to compute how that TRULY sounds. Cause every sense and brain cell he’s got is wrapped up in the sensation of her hands in his hair sending a chill that rattles up his spine in a way that tingles and makes him dizzy all at once. It knocks the wind out of him and his fingers curl against her beltline for anything to hang onto. Staring up at her like he is now? S’enough to keep the air out of his lungs indefinitely. Least til they’re burning and he swallows in a gulp of air like a man drowning. His gravity shifts and he blots out the vision of her by resting in against her stomach, the corners of his mouth just near the spot under her bellybutton. “Can get up though. If you want,” he clears his throat and nudges the edge of his nose against her.

[daryldix0n]

callout post.

// i hate to do this but i need to let @takenpeace off the hook for one day to call out @hartsiick for being mean and yelling at me and making me emo. cause she said I KNOW and that’s just givin’ me bad vibes.

ps. also cause she’s too amazin’ for her own good and should save some amazing for the rest of us paupers who she stole all of it from. cause damn girl. i friggin luff you. 

pps. even tho you’re mean.

[toscrve]

traumaticchild‌:

*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy

[daryldix0n]

// me: with too many bloggos. might just start dedicating a day to two per day so no one goes dormant. 

me: watches extraction... also me: but tyler rake tho...

[daryldix0n]

what time is Sharky O Clock?

// right after monroe o’clock. which starts on any given moment after my first sip of coffee. so... i’ma pencil sharky o’clock in around..say... 7:30pm to 8:30pm pst. will this do for you??

[daryldix0n]

memoryhallowed‌.

Aaron can feel his gaze on him, but he tries to ignore it, because he knows that Daryl knows and it’s killing him. The guilt is a heavy weight on his shoulders, and he feels awful for doing it - feels awful every time Gracie’s face falls when he tells her to go out and play, even though she loves hanging out with Judith and riding bikes. Feels awful every time she wants to cuddle with Daryl and Aaron distracts her with something else - it hurts, seeing her crestfallen face, and it hurts seeing Daryl’s expression more but he just - he doesn’t know what else to do.

When he took Gracie in, he swore he’d protect her. That he’d do anything for her, and ensure this world did not hurt her - but it had. And he knew it was going to keep going but he didn’t know if he could make it through the devastation that Daryl had left in his wake. She’d been near inconsolable after Daryl left. Holding her while she cried herself to sleep had definitely not been a highlight.

His gaze slips toward Daryl - it always slips toward Daryl - and he can practically feel the words he’s not saying. He fluffs the pillow, tugs at a blanket (usually Gracie is perfectly capable of making her bed, but he’s been tidying up for her latey). He freezes at Daryl’s words, then his shoulders slump. He straightens up, frowning as Daryl continues to speak.

He hates that he’s hurting Daryl, hates that he doesn’t know how to stop.

“It’s not that I don’t want you around her, Daryl,” he says, softly, swallowing. His throat hurts. “You are….you are so good with her,” he says, and there’s affection and love in his voice. “It’s just I -” he takes a step forward, pauses, stops.

“When you left she was - “ he swallows. “She was so upset.” He doesn’t want to go into it, doesn’t want to make Daryl any guiltier than he already feels - and he knows Daryl has no idea how or why he’d left, so he can’t even be mad at him. “I know you’re staying, I know it, I do, Daryl, but I’m just….it killed me, seeing her hurt like that.”

Aaron saying what he says with an obvious amount of adoration and love for him in his voice doesn’t do much to make the words less cutting. Cause it’s the honest to God’s truth on how he feels. He needs to hear him say it anyway. Give Aaron the respect he deserves for feeling the way he does. Even if it feels like swallowing a razor blade? It’s honest and that’s what matters. His arms move up, wrap around his chest cause he’s gonna end up wearing a layer of skin off the back of his neck if he doesn’t stop. 

Another nod, a sniff towards the floor. “S’okay. I--it’s not okay like that,” it’s not what he means and he’s STRUGGLING, “Jus’ that it’s okay that you feel that way cause I get it. Broke yer trust and hers.” He knows he did it for Rick. Something about Rick being gone eating him up inside. Twisting him sideways. Making him feel wrong because he knew it was HIS FAULT and no one else’s. He’s the one that put them in the ground that day. He’s the one that took him where he was before things went to shit. Why couldn’t his fuckin’ brain forget those things? Instead of the shit that was GOOD in his life? Fuckin’ figures.

Siddiq warned him. Anger and frustration would bubble up as he tried to find some sort of normal when everything was far from normal. Cause he doesn’t remember hurting them and they remember it all. S’only that staying here and making it to where the poor little girl can’t spend time not only with him but with her dad? Shit’s beyond wrong.

A pained noise comes from his chest at the idea of how bad he hurt not just Aaron but the little girl he loved. He tries to cover it with a cough but does a piss poor job at it. “M’sorry. Wish I could make it better by givin’ you a reason or--saying I didn’t mean to hurt you and I know I didn’t. But I’m hurtin’ you both now. Cause say I ain’t.. None of this is right ‘n I’m the one doin’ it.”

[daryldix0n]

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