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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Janaina Medeiros
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@saintloverie
My moon my man is so Daryl coded my gawd!!!!
a knock on your door wasn't uncommon, but one in the dead of night was confusing. you were half asleep, hoping it would just go away. you’d figure it out in the morning if it was important. the knocks, however, persisted for much longer than expected. when you finally went to answer it, though, they had stopped, and you swung open the door to look.
daryl dixon was pissing in your yard. grumbling to himself, he swayed while he peed in your bushes. once he realized you had seen him, he quickly tucked himself away and cleared his throat, struggling to stay balanced. "y'didn't answer the door, i had t'piss," he slurred.
you didn't look impressed, but quickly realized he was drunk. so, instead of yelling at him to scram and leave you alone, you let the pathetic man in your house. sitting him down at the center island, you got to work grabbing him some water and bread. he felt out of place, being taken care of like this. but god, he loved being in your home. it smelled like you, made him warm and floaty. he liked your hands, small and soft, grabbing him a glass. too drunk to think, daryl’s lips moved before his brain did, and he made a fool of himself.
"you smell good," he mumbled. "y'look nice. thanks fer this. sorry i pissed in yer yard."
you sighed, tired eyes focused on getting daryl water. a shake of your head, and you shoved it in his palm. “slow sips. if you vomit on my carpet, i’m makin’ you lick it up.”
“yes, ma’am,” daryl muttered, head down in shame.
watching him take small sips begrudgingly, you kept your arms folded. “you piss on my daisies?” you asked flatly.
daryl paused, blinking slow. he didn’t fucking know. had no idea. he barely remembered doing it. a shrug.
you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose, before making an executive decision to walk over and grab the glass. you examined his face, glassy eyes, the kicked puppy frown.
“you’re a messy drunk,” you murmured, reaching up to stroke his cheek.
daryl flinched, before leaning into it, “yeah… i know.”
“so why’re you drunk?”
“missed you.”
“that’s not an answer.”
“it is…” daryl chewed the inside of his cheek. “was jus’… thinkin’. about’cha. wanted to… see you.”
“you drank before you got here, though,” you clarified, hand falling from his face. “so what was up before?”
daryl didn’t answer. instead, he leaned in, and let his forehead rest on your shoulder. you could’ve pried it out of him, but you couldn’t help wrapping your arms around him. “you’re an idiot,” you whispered.
“you smell nice,” daryl mumbled.
“you mentioned that,” you rolled your eyes.
a/n: here have this while i spiral into oblivion. thanks for your patience & support as always. mwah.
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#normanreedus #norman reedus #oh my god #i need him so bad #dilf #daryldixon #twd #oldermen
𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓻
So…
smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.
Free Palestine.
Free the Congo.
Free Sudan.
Free Yemen.
Free Haiti.
Free Kashmir.
Free West Papua.
Free all political prisoners.
Fuck all wars.
Fuck genocide.
Fuck racism.
Fuck sexism
Fuck fascism.
Fuck homophobia.
Fuck transphobia.
Fuck anyone who profits from hate.
We live on a floating rock. No one is illegal.
Fuck Trump.
Fuck ICE.
Fuck the patriarchy.
Fuck police brutality.
Fuck media propaganda.
Fuck censorship.
Fuck performative activism.
Fuck ableism.
Fuck classism.
Fuck corporate greed.
Fuck oil companies.
Fuck AI.
All rapists gotta die.
All paedophiles gotta die.
Release the Epstine files.
Abortion is health care.
Protect the dolls.
Save our oceans.
Save our forests.
Save the bees.
Science saves lives.
Vaccines work.
Homelessness shouldn’t exist.
Hunger shouldn’t exist.
Poverty shouldn’t exist.
Billionaires shouldn’t exist.
There are no ethical billionaires.
Billionaires shouldn't exist.
Protect kids — not guns, not corporations.
Trans rights are human rights.
Education matters.
Tax the rich. Feed the poor.
No one should die because they can’t afford to live.
Black lives matter.
Indigenous lives matter.
Palestinian lives matter.
Every life under oppression matters.
Protect refugees.
No gods, no kings.
Ceasefire means now.
Silence is complicity.
Neutrality is violence.
Justice for the missing.
Justice for the murdered.
Justice for the silenced.
Stop erasing cultures.
Stop rewriting history.
Healthcare is a right.
Clean water is a right.
Education is a right.
Housing is a right.
Books don’t corrupt — censorship does.
End fossil fuels.
End private prisons.
End child labor.
End modern slavery.
End child marriage.
Equality is not negotiable.
The climate crisis is not a debate.
We deserve a future that’s livable.
i will never get over him.
as a society, we need more long fiction where the reader haunts the narrative. yes, I want to be that dead wife at the beginning of each movie. if I disappear or die tragically, i want to haunt the character every moment. we don't need a few paragraphs about how much the character hurts over our death, we want at least 10k where it is established at the beginning of the story that reader is dead, we want to see flashbacks to the past when we were happy. the longer the story goes on, the darker they become, all the way to the present. I never want to leave the character alone.
If you know of any fic like this or are writing one, please recommend it! 🙏🏻🙏🏻
"oh my god guys the enemies just became lovers"
I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.
hey, don't cry. morally grey men that tower over you physically falling to their knees and worshiping the ground you walk on, okay?
i need a daryl dixon fanfic with a similar dynamic as patty and simon in dinner in america