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welcome ! I'm Leo (he/him) & I'm 23 years old. this blog is mutuals only, 18+ & highly selective. I prefer writing with canon muses from the Walking Dead universe or muses from other fandoms/OCs with a TWD verse.
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multi para replies are preferred. also I'm always open for plotting and/or continuing asks into threads just to break the ice. feel free to send me a message & tell me about your ideas!
hey.
the thing is, I'm back. but not here.
I love what I had here and Daryl still has all my heart but my muse for writing him just isn't there anymore so it's time to move on.
even though I've been inactive for quite some time, if anyone wants to know where I'm at, feel free to shoot me a message.
THE WALKING DEAD └ 11x01 - Acheron: Part 1
after everything that happened at the Sanctuary Beth is probably right. he does need all the sleep he can get — god knows how long they had him locked up in that cell. the darkness inside made him lose all sense of time, Daryl can't even tell himself. if he weren't so upset right now, he'd probably be falling asleep already. but the bad conscience is still there, the knowledge that a friend, a family member, died at his hands. the thought of it just won't leave his head, like a curse the words just keep on repeating over and over again. even has he leans back in his seat and closes his eyes ; the demons inside his brain seem to start screaming at him.
it's an embarrassing thing to admit but there is no way Daryl could find sleep like this. if only he had something else to keep his mind busy, distracted — that's when his cheeks start reddening at another idea that suddenly comes to his mind. ❝ sing for me? ❞, he asks, and if it weren't for his lack of sleep he would never have spoken this out loud. but back at the cabin, when it had been just the two of them, he had fallen asleep to her lovely voice. it was most natural, so soothing, it might be just what he needs right now. ❝ er — if you wanna ❞, he clarifies right away, blushing so hard his ears begin to burn. ❝ I always kinda' liked that. ❞ he looks over at Beth from the corner of his eyes, waits for her reaction. he shouldn't be so nervous about it but for some reason, he is.
— continued thread || @lostsongbird
despite her wanting to be tough, Nikola's tears don't make her any less of a strong woman. she most certainly is one of the strongest people he ever met. emotionally and physically she's capable of so much more than one might guess at first sight. if only she understood that her emotions aren't a sign of weakness — every now and then it all becomes too much, too overwhelming, and suddenly there's an eruption far too powerful to hold back. Daryl knows that much. fuck it, he's close to tears himself just by seeing her like this. if only she understood she doesn't have to hide from him.
❝ might cut their tongue. I'ma do it. ❞ he would. the second she told him to. he might get a fucking lot of trouble for it, but both of them know he wouldn't hesitate a single second. anyway. Daryl takes a deep sigh. ❝ I know ya' don't want me 'round right now ❞, he mutters, because he knows it's true. nonetheless he'd rather not leave her alone right now. if sitting in silence is what she wants or needs — he's fine with that. sometimes another presence can be the most comforting thing. ❝ but I ain't gonna get on your nerves. promise. just lemme stay. ❞
she's not mad at him. that's the only information his brain is actually able to process out of all of these words she's saying. it's everything that matters to him, knowing that she does not hold a grudge against him — he hopes that the bond they formed is still the same. it needs to be, if they want to repeat this (maybe in a slightly different way with a very different outcome) they have to trust each other one hundred percent.
but ever since they met their bond has been a very special one. ever since Daryl found her, out there on her own, there's this urge to take care of her, to make sure she's okay in this life he dragged her into. back then she may have needed him in order to survive, but now he needs her in his very own way, too. the light that surrounds her is something that makes him want to keep going at times he'd rather give up otherwise. there's a glimpse of hope that it feels the same, or at least similar, to her; that he's able to make her want to keep pushing.
❝ 's soon as that's healed up, we gonna start practice again. if you wanna. ❞ after watching her skills improve for months, he is pretty damn sure Rapunzel is capable of doing anything she wants to. any goal she wants to reach — she'll reach it. her growth hasn't stopped just yet.
when they're finally standing in front of Alexandria's gates again, all thoughts of past and future are suddenly forgotten. he wastes no time, brings Rapunzel straight to the ambulance. he might have stopped the bleeding, but they cannot risk an infection. ❝ I can stay. 's up to you. ❞ it is an offer that is hers to take, or to refuse — but Daryl can still remember what it felt like, parts of his childhood he'd rather forget. he owes many things to his father and pleasant memories are not one of those. sometimes it's just easier with a hand to hold.
Daryl Dixon ( 10x21 )
touch-starved starters!!
❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞
❝ could you play with my hair? ❞
❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞
❝ that feels nice. ❞
❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞
❝ i never want to let go. ❞
❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞
❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞
❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞
❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞
❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞
❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞
❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞
❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞
❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞
❝ you were my first kiss. ❞
❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞
❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞
❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞
THE WALKING DEAD
10x21 - “Diverged”
//rules//about//
“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
Get out. Before I change my mind.
The Walking Dead (2010-) 10x18 - Find Me
my week has been really busy but I'm back to work on my drafts tomorrow!!
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headcanon time! nsfw references below the cut.
reading bad fanfics inspires me. that being said:
Daryl 👏🏼 is 👏🏼 a 👏🏼 master 👏🏼 of 👏🏼 consent 👏🏼
he wouldn't do shit without asking first. before taking a step further, he'd always ask for permission. he wouldn't just shove his hands into someone's pants and go for it. that's so out of character for him. he'd always make sure his partner is comfortable and actually wants him to do certain things. at least until there's a deeper bond and a certain level of trust until the relationship progresses.
Munday!
👀 - what’s your role play guilty pleasure?
👂- Do you always listen to what your muse wants in a thread?
👑 - Which of your muses, past or present, holds a special place for you?
🦋 - Has your muse changed how you approach certain situations?
🥀 - Do you miss someone you used to write with?
⚡️ - How often does inspiration strike you to write your muse?
🎱 - Do you prefer to leave your IC stuff to chance or do you like to plot?
🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse?
⚓️ - What fatal error means you will instantly drop a thread?
📖 - Do you have any drabbles you’re working on?
the things Merle says are not surprising but they hurt nonetheless. Daryl tries not to show it, but he squints his eyes at the pain behind his ribcage, like someone just punched him in the chest. of course his brother is feeling lonely, but the way all of these words suddenly seem to pour out of him is the evidence of how intense these feelings must be. a stuttered sigh escapes Daryl's lips as he puts some words together in his head, but ends up being silent instead. what is he supposed to say? all he wants for his brother is to be happy.
❝ sorry yer' feelin' that way ❞, he mutters quietly. of course Merle told him it's fine but at the very same time it isn't ; sure, Daryl isn't going to stop doing his thing. but there has to be a way for the both of them to find their peace in Alexandria. the place is beyond perfect, yet he can't deny that both of the Dixon brothers don't exactly fit in in the way that everyone else. but these walls offer them safety and that is what obviously matters the most. how can they possibly change the situation? Daryl just can't leave to go do his duties everyday whilst knowing his brother is deeply unhappy.
taking a step closer, Daryl tries to meet his brothers gaze, no matter how hard it is. talking is always so fucking hard. ❝ 'm gonna talk to Aaron ❞, he suggests, waiting for Merle's approval. ❝ ya' could come with us. yer' just as good as I am with trackin' people an' things like that. it ain't like we couldn't use some help. ❞ at times it can be tough when it's just the two of them out there, admittedly they could use another pair of hands and eyes every now and then. even though Merle wasn't around back when their father taught the younger Dixon how to hunt, Daryl knows that Merle shares the exact same skills. skills that might help them to do even better whenever they leave the safe-zone.
man, there ain’t no ❛ us ❜ anymore.
that small group we had in the beginning —
could do anythin’. that was right.
THAT’S WHAT I KNOW.
