#dixoniisms

[mortvaryassist]

@dixoniisms. sc. DARYL.

❝ we need to go. i can hear them getting closer. ❞

[biiigdecision]

@dixoniisms || plotted

Negan ran a hand over his mouth, trying to temper his impatience.

"Arat?" he prompted, head tilting as he tried to peek at the woman under the hood from where he sat in the truck's cab.

She spoke, but all he heard was the message; it would be a minute. They were going to have to wait for another truck to get out to them with a part before they could get moving again.

Negan rolled his eyes with enough force to roll his head. That was not the news he needed to hear. They'd been on the road for an hour and he had nothing to do. Normally, not a problem, but without the terrain flying by, he wasn't eager to sit around with his thumbs up his ass.

"I'm going for a walk." He grabbed Lucille, but Arat was at the door before he could open it. He just raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin a little. She hesitated, but wisely backed away.

"Attagirl." He winked at her and opened the door.

Hopping out, he grabbed a walkie from the dashboard, which he waggled at her.

"I'll be safe, mommy," he teased. "I won't even talk to strangers."

Arat rolled her eyes and waved him off.

He blew her a kiss as he strolled into the woods off the road, clipping the walkie to his belt.

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Ten minutes later, he stood at the edge of one of those dinky little "blink and you'll miss it" towns. Most of the buildings were boarded up, like the residents had heard about the dead walking, closed up shop, and fucked right off. The place seemed untouched except for the odd, useful building, like a mechanic's shop and the liquor store.

A couple streets over, broken glass crunched. Negan paused to listen.

Someone was walking; not the slow shamble of the dead, but someone walking with purpose and somewhere to be.

With a pep in his step, Negan quickly slunk a few streets over to get a look at whoever was coming through, setting himself up behind a boarded window to watch their approach.

He almost gave his position away, surprise and delight dancing through him, as he saw who was on the street-- he'd recognize those forearms and that limp fringe anywhere.

He broke into a broad grin.

Retreating into the general store he had slid into, Negan scanned the floor, looking for... Ah.

He stomped on an empty aluminum can and kicked it to the right, ducking quickly behind a shelving display to the left as he readied his grip on Lucille.

[careol]

@dixoniisms said: ❛ you make me better at this. ❜

               she   actually   gives   a   light   snort,   not   because   she   was   making   fun   of   him,   but   because   it   was   just   amusing   to   her   that   he   seemed   so   terrible   with   social   skills.      with   the   main   group   he   was   fine,   but   with   the   recently   added   woodbury   folk?      praise   seemed   to   be   something   he   couldn’t   tolerate,   and   they   had   a   lot   of   praise   to   give   him.      he’d   been   part   of   the   reason   they   were   safe,   and   he   continued   to   feed   them   by   hunting   nearly   every   single   day.      they   were   grateful   to   him   and   he   clearly   didn’t   know   how   to   process   people   feeling   genuine   gratitude   for   his   existence.

               ❝   i   was   praising   you   long   before   they   did,   so   yeah,   i’d   hope   i’m   part   of   the   reason   you’re   easing   into   the   gratitude.   ❞      smile   never   waivers   as   she   chops   the   chunks   of   meat   into   bite   sized   pieces.      stew   was   the   easiest   thing   to   make,   and   while   it   might   be   tiring   eating   similar   meals   every   day,   at   least   it   was   something   warm   and   filling   for   their   bellies.      ❝   you   ever   seen   that   kids   movie,   madagascar?      just   be   like   those   penguins.      smile   and   wave.      you   saved   their   lives,   and   you   keep   us   fed   and   protected.      the   newbies   are   going   to   want   to   thank   you   for   it,   just   as   they   thank   rick   for   taking   them   in,   hershel   for   being   their   healer,   and   me   for   cooking   the   most   amazing,   delicious   apocalypse   food   known   to   man.   ❞      that   last   part   was   an   embellishment   of   course,   but   the   woodbury   residents   did   often   thank   her   for   making   their   meals.      so   not   a   total   lie,   just…      made   to   sound   more   exciting   than   it   was.

[worthystill]

@dixoniisms --- ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ blood and darkness meme.

THERE'S NO TALKING THOR OUT OF IT.

That much is true. "Don't you ever just get tired of it all day after day?" there's always someone out trying to be all about themselves. damned if they do and damned if they don't. once the former military man has his mind set on something, he's far too stubborn to change it. so much so that he's already packing his bag to be gone for a few days. "Aren't you tired of the death because some asshole decided he was in charge? Well, I am. And i'm tired of sitting around and doing nothing about it." his plan isn't very sound, to be sure, but when emotions run high there is no reasoning with him.

[musedbyalli]

Continued from: ❝ maybe . ❞ the archer answers easily , shrugging a shoulder as he glances up before looking back to the arrow he's whittling out of piece of wood . ❝ zombies are one thing ---- ❛cause they're around .❞ and sure , he knows shifters exist - after all he's been hiding that he's one his entire life , so why wouldn't ghosts exist ?

@dixoniisms

"Hmm..." The former angel appeared to process the archer's answer as though it were a rather deep topic. "Do you think that a ghost and a zombie could come from the same person?" He believed in both personally, although he wasn't sure how one could become one over the other or if it'd be better to become one over the other.

[eyes-blazing]

Welcome||@dixoniisms

It would be easy to forget everything had gone to shit out here in the woods. If it wasn't for the smell...and the fact that zombies seemed to just pop up out of nowhere.

"Well this is fucking amazing."

Emrys sighed and hoisted his tire iron. His knife would come out later.

[lostgrimesgirl]

➵ "s'ain't as bad as it looks," daryl murmurs, rubbing over his face before he looks to his arm - rolling his shoulder a bit to test how sore it actually is. he's had worse, so he's inclined to just let it be, but he knows how stubborn lena can be.

" Don't be stupid," Lena chided grabbing the warm wash cloth and cleaning his arm off. Lena examined the wound frowning a bit, she knew she wasn't qualified to make any decisions regarding medical care but she also knew Daryl was too stubborn for his own good. " I think you need stitches or something," she said looking up at the man.

@dixoniisms

[lastminutemartyr-blog]

BUT MERLE IS SO PROUD OF HIS LITTLE BROTHER OKAY

HE’S BEEN BEATEN. HE’S BEEN TORTURED. AGAIN.

he’s been through so fucking much, his entire life, and merle knows he’s had his own part in daryl’s trauma, but to see that daryl is still so resilient, that he’s refusing to buckle, that he’s doing the best he can to give negan a huge middle finger and live to do so for another day...

y’all, he’s so proud.

merle can’t even say he would handle this the way daryl is. he would’ve sided with negan, if only to find the best way to betray him later. he’s all about self-preservation. he’ll fight, but his primary focus is survival. daryl’s resolve and strength? those make merle so unbelievably proud of his little brother. just. ugh. I have so many feelings about this right now.