TWD fandom: where people get angry at a mentally ill, traumatized character for being overwhelmed by rage while watching his family tortured and also probably attempting suicide-by-Negan.
Charming.
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@littledixon-a-blog
TWD fandom: where people get angry at a mentally ill, traumatized character for being overwhelmed by rage while watching his family tortured and also probably attempting suicide-by-Negan.
Charming.
lmao, i know ive said i was going to delete daryl before, but i chickened out. tbh this time i think im gonna. ever since i had my hiatus, and even when ive tried so hard to interact with people, nothing is really happening. i mean, that is okay. nobody is obligated to interact with me or even follow me for that matter. but i really, really love daryl. so fucking much im crying because ive decided to deactivate this blog.
it’s probably my fault for being gone for so long. im probably so shit that its not a wonder why im not getting any interaction.
idk what it is. but just know i love every single one of you. i always will. and who knows, i might remake one day. but it’s debatable because honestly, there are so many daryls way better and deserve way better. they deserve everything.
im trying to lock down on my decision, but i might back out again. we’ll see.
“Ya' took that hit pretty hard.”
not doing too good starters // ( ACCEPTING! )
the unsuspecting, melodic voice reached his ears, causing his piercing hues to travel downwards. the shrug that moved his shoulder was almost dismissive, brushing maggie off without hesitance. even as every heartbeat reverberated through his skull, dixon made it off to be nothing.
❝ 's nothin’. ❞ a gruff voice barely reached a high enough pitch to be heard, the gravel in his tone above anything else.
Not-doing-too-good sentence starters
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“You took that hit pretty hard…”
“Don’t stand up yet.”
“That definitely looks broken…”
“Walk it off.”
“How are you feeling?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“You look like shit.”
“Have you been eating enough?”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Why are you limping?”
“You’re really pale…”
“Did you just go throw up?”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”
“That looks infected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”
“I told you you’d get sick.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Are you bleeding?!”
“How’d you get a bruise like that?”
“What happened?”
“Let me help you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Don’t move.”
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
“Breathe.”
You remind me of someone I used to know…
A crackish drabble ( thing? ) staring @lastminutemartyr’s Merle and @aintashes’s Ash. I got the idea when I was riding my sister’s horse without anything on, and of course i had to go with it (^: This is gonna probably be sliiiightly ooc, and written how I portray my version of Daryl ( aka Dix ) with Gray’s Daryl ( aka Ash ) and Jai’s Merle. I won’t get the other two as good as they write their characters of course, but this is for fun! Thank youuu and enjoy!
A seemingly normal Saturday, the summer sun attempting to render its captives into sweating pigs as soon as they set foot outside. With the old man gone doing who knows what, that left the Dixon brothers to roam freely, do as they wished. As teenagers ( and young adult ), doing as they wished with minimal supervision wasn’t something to be weighed. And yet, here they were.
With Ash working constantly, he usually slept all day when he had the chance of a day off. However, with Merle, this ain’t gonna fly by a long shot. Not when he wanted to haul the twin brothers from the junkyard they called home, not when the man was gone.
Ash was a grumbling mess once he set foot outside the door, but the youngest? Already moving in mischievous ways, that smug tug of his mouth showing as he almost boldly walked after his older… oldest brother. The look Ash wore on his exhausted features was to be considered when antagonizing him, but only for Dix. Merle did as he pleased, not exactly caring if he pissed either of his youngers off.
Once they had all piled into Merle’s truck, Ash between the two of them ( much to his dismay ); Dix’s feet had already been placed out the window and on the dash, earning a hard glare from Merle, and what seemed like a growl. The scowl sent in the eldest direction made Dix glad he was driving and on the other side of the truck.
Ash was nodding off when they pulled into a driveway, before a house not much better than their own. Merle’s friend ( or was it his drug dealer? ) was already on the porch, beer in hand. While laughing and shaking Merle’s hand, Ash lingered next to Merle while Dix moved about on his own accord. The kid always got himself into stuff he should have never gotten into in the first place. Lingering blue eyes and a soul eating smirk is what Dix portrayed, shifting from an engine block ( covered in rust and grease ) thrown uselessly onto the floor, to a sketchy looking barn. What drew his attention was a whinny.
As Merle bantered with the guy that owned the place, Ash listened for a bit, trying not to fall asleep when he realized that Dix wasn’t next to him. Normally, Ash would keep an eagle eye on his younger twin for obvious reasons. Merle didn’t -- maybe it was the fact he didn’t care what he did or that he knew Ash would watch ‘em. Due to Ash’s slightly grumpy and drowsy state, he lost sight of Dix and instantly felt dread seep into his stomach. Nudging Merle earned him a glare and a snap of,
“What?!” An annoyed, curled lip was drawn up at the younger, Ash almost returning it before raising a brow, allowing the absence of the youngest to prove answer enough.
“Ah, shit, Ash! Why t’hell didn’t ya watch ‘em?!” They almost set out to find him when the sound of fast approaching hooves met their ears. Around the side of the house came a horse, and on its back was Dix, clutching the mane and hollering like a wild hooligan. Merle’s friend started yelling to get the hell off his horse, though that wasn’t exactly an option when it was taking off like that.
Ash was trying to keep a level head and not scream in frustration while Merle almost busted a gut laughing. Of course, he won’t be laughing once he gets ahold of Dix, but in the moment it was fucking hilarious.
Well, maybe it was a normal Saturday for the Dixons.
uncertainties hitched to the highest degree, that familiar pang of a misplaced soul -- battered beyond belief, ripped at every seam. the walls would h o l d, though time would tell for how long. eyed with mistrust laced within narrowed iris, a black sheep among the ignorant and withheld, glutton for death. unable to bear his own existence to linger within the confines of what used to be, daryl set out solo. with no word of where he was going or that he even left, dixon armed himself with his bow.
it has been said wild horses roam the lands surrounding alexandria. seated upon a log, with no indication of being followed --- daryl pinched a smoke between his lips, narrowed hues cast about his surroundings. just ahead, a herd grazed, unaware of the archer’s presence. thoughts roamed to the conclusion that he was alike them. outcasted, no other to look after but themselves.
// open starter, mutuals exclusive.
A GOD AMONG MEN ; SELF PROCLAIMED. LEATHER CLAD & BARBED. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL & HE SHALL APPEAR ; PREY / PREDATOR
If you don’t have hope what’s the point of living?
i should’ve killed you.
a new cherokee rose blooms, small and hopeful, among tragedy. i will live, it proudly declares. its reflection, old and withered, pleads: don’t. you will only suffer.
Obscenely Domestic Starter Sentences
❝ Stop man-handling the ice cream! ❞ ❝ Change the channel and I’ll kill you. ❞ ❝ You actual shit, you started without me!? ❞ ❝ Since I’m up, by default I will get your _____. ❞ ❝ Did you just throw a sock ball at me!? ❞ ❝ How about this, how about you fight the rest of the cereal by yourself and I’ll courageously make pancakes for those of us who want a little warmth in our mornings. ❞ ❝ Whiskey is a breakfast staple and anyone who says otherwise is fucking lying. ❞ ❝ My underwear are now bright pink because of you, thank you so much. ❞ ❝ Can you stop kicking me? ❞ ❝ I don’t go shopping I get and retrieve. I have a narrow focus, unlike some people. ❞ ❝ Did you walk the dog? ❞ ❝ You, me, PJ’s, pizza, bed. The PJ’s are optional. ❞ ❝ Only you could make the idea of beating up already dead meat sound attractive. ❞ ❝ I can feel you staring at me, why don’t you just come in? ❞ ❝ Good news; we have internet again! ❞ ❝ I don’t want to file taxes, why don’t you be the adult? ❞ ❝ You snuggling me over an open flame is an invitation for my nipples to disappear. ❞ ❝ I know you’re scared of my mother but contemplating arson isn’t the way to fix this. ❞ ❝ I installed a stripper pole while you were gone because it made me think of you. ❞ ❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞ ❝ How about we just never mention this again? ❞ ❝ Have you seen my earrings/necklace/rings? ❞ ❝ You are literally the child we both want/neither of us want. ❞ ❝ Did you call the doctor about that? ❞ ❝ Let me pop it, just let me pop it, nothing bad will happen, I swear! ❞ ❝ You almost left me at the gas station! ❞ ❝ Alright look! Next time you want to barbecue with the hair dryer, just make sure I’m home! ❞ ❝ I didn’t think the sink had this much water inside of it. ❞ ❝ Don’t be mad, but _____. ❞
Bonus for multi-lingual situations:
❝ Can you translate the news for me? None of this makes sense. ❞ ❝ What is the word for this? *points at ____* I keep wanting to say ‘printer’ but I feel that is wrong. ❞ ❝ Next time she calls you a ____ you just reply with _____. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ ❝ Shit! The government doesn’t have my alphabet, put this in a way I understand! ❞ ❝ Can you finger spell that for me, I’m not quite up to that level yet. ❞ ❝ That was said so horribly wrong but you sounded very cute while trying. A for effort. ❞
i should’ve killed you.
look @ me doing the munday
MPGIS Sentence Meme
I searched and couldn’t find a sentence meme for quotes from The Most Popular Girls in School, so naturally, I had to make one. Feel free to add more.
Send one to see how my character reacts!
“God I want to fucking murder you.”
“Who the fuck said my handjobs were second rate?!“
“What the fuck did you say?”
“You’re the handjob girl, right?"
"Have fun smelling my poop, bitches!"
"Walk away… like a bitch.”
“I swear to god if this blows up in your face, you better believe it I’ll take this megaphone and shove it up your ass.”
“The only person that likes Gossip Girl more than you is fucking _________.”
“La la la, I love Gossip Girl so much.”
“Why don’t you go eat a roly poly like you did in the goddamn third grade?"
"You look like a tampon that was dipped in skittles and vomit.”
“YOU’RE GAY!"
“Don’t you ever fucking cut me off again. Do you understand me?”
"Alright, well. I’m gonna go now.”
“IT’S A FUCKING FRENCH WORD YOU LITTLE BITCH!”
“I’m sorry, was I not just in the middle of a story?"
"Fuck you and your entire family.”
“You stupid. Fucking. Abortion.”
“Hit the bricks, bitch.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, _________!”
“Did someone say ‘crepe’?"
"How do you say…”
“This is me telling you that you need to learn your place.”
“I swear to god, I’m this close… this fucking close…”
“I feel indifferent towards you.”
“I AM THE QUEEN OF BITCH, YOU LOOK UP BITCH IN THE DICTIONARY AND YOU’RE GOING TO SEE MY FUCKING FACE!”
“I heard your fourth abortion was free. Gotta love those punch cards.”
“Listen, bitch. I dunno who the fuck you think you are.”
“Did that come with balls and a dick or did you buy that separately?"
"You smell like maple syrup and meat.”
ROLEPLAY CHARACTER STATISTICS SHEET.
repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information. pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses. TAGGED BY – ( indirectly ) @lastminutemartyr
FACE CLAIM– norman reedus. NAME– daryl dixon. AGE– 47. HEIGHT– 5′10″. SPECIES– human. GENDER– male. NATIONALITY– north american. RESIDENCE– georgia; alexandria. MARITAL STATUS– single. ALIGNMENT– neutral good. DRINK– moonshine. FOOD– anything, c’mon. DAY OR NIGHT– night. SNACKS– anything goes at this point. SONG– blood on my name by the brothers bright. PET– none. COLOR– burnt orange. FLOWER– cherokee rose. SEXUALITY– gray-ace. EYE COLOR– blue. HAIR COLOUR– shaggy, dark brown hair.
tagging literally anyone who reads this. do it do it do it do it do it.
I’m bigger than my body I’m colder than this home I’m meaner than my demons I’m bigger than these bones
independent MERLE DIXON from the walking dead mutuals only, semi-exclusive, selective, written by jai ( promo cred )