How about some headcanons about all the boys (Sinclairs, Morgans, Rusty and Tommy) reacting to their S/O (future or current) being goth? Do they openly love it or secretly hate it?
{Omfg I LOVE this question!! Because either like- you have the same interests and it's awesome, or you have opposite interests, and it's awesome!}
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Bo: Fetishizes the crap outta you. Even if you're not into BDSM/don't have naughty piercings/don't wear leather/fishnets- he just assumes all goths are freaks in the sheets. If you ARE into all those things- you'll be right up his alley. If not, he's gunna have to cool his jets and learn that not everyone is a stereotype. Either way- he'll defend the crap out of you if people treat you harshly: he knows how judgey some southerners can be and he's very protective of you
Vincent: Absolutely LOVES it. Gives you two lots of overlapping interests. You share everything from clothes to make up. You've even gotten him to leave Ambrose for a night or two to see a band/go to a club. Loves reading thru all Victor's old medical textbooks with you and bonding over classic art and music. Is thrilled to have someone who doesn't think his interests are horrible. His confidence has grown since you've been together- and he's found belonging in the community (picture him making a vampire freaks profile omg.....)
Lester: Is enamored. Had no idea anything like that even existed (he doesn't get out much....) so everything from the music to the fashion is new to him. Of course, he doesn't think it's very practical from a working standpoint (imagine getting your tripp pants caught on a deer carcass....) But once you mentioned being into bones and such, he jumped right on making you lots of jewlery/decorations. (If you don't like real bones, he finds ways to carve replicas out of wood)
Reg: Of course it's the complete opposite of his style- he can't understand why anyone wouldn't be all cheer and sunshine. After a while tho, he realizes that goths are just as happy and well adjusted as everyone else (sometimes moreso) It'll definitely take him some getting used to your music- but you find some artists with overlapping sound that you can bond over. Every once in a while he let's you give him a makeover to go to a concert. The two of you are the textbook "golden retriever bf and goth" couple
Lindsay: Despite his usual clothes, he'd probably have some overlapping interests. Also thinks you're a sexual delinquent (weather or not you are) and loves to incorporate that into the bedroom. Has a kink where he likes to see you struggle to get things done around the farm (trouble walking in the mud with your boots, too hot with all those clothes on, ect) and waits for you to get frustrated and ask him for help. Big into horror movies and has a huge collection that he knows all the trivia for
Thomas: Was honestly worried for you when you first met. He knows how hostile and judgemental some people in his area can be- maybe was even a bit scared himself that you were a "devil worshipper" Of course once he got to know you, he learned that you're the sweetest thing. Still has to keep you hidden from his family because he knows they'll never understand. Has a separate "normal" outfit for you when you come over, to try and keep you as safe as possible. But he loves everything about you- earnest in learning more about the subculture
Rusty: Loves it. He's more of a relaxed/functional fit guy but absolutely loves to see how ornate your outfits are. On long drives he let's you pick the music and has even tried his hand at making you a mix tape. Extra props if you're kinky- he watches lots of porn with alt actors. Blushes when you take some of his chains as accessories. Doesn't mind going out to late night concerts/clubs, as long as you don't mind that he's a wall-flower and would rather watch you dance from the shadows.
I had an encounter with a particularly large 8-legged monster and need some kind of comfort because god knows I can't get it irl (´TωT`)
Lester Sinclair | Reg Morgan | Daryl Dixon | Orlo Proudfoot | Arthur Nightingale | others...
Tw: veiled allusions to an 8-legged pest. Sub-par writing.
You cower, trembling, behind your partner as they stare, somehow unaffected, at the terrifying intruder on your bed.
They let out an amused huff, clearly unimpressed by its horrifying stature. "Seriously? This thing?"
You watch, your fight or flight ready to take you as far from this room as possible of the fiend escapes capture as your partner moves towards it - itself preparing to run and hide - but your partner is faster and, to your horror, they trap it safely between their bare hands and chuck it unceremoniously out the open window.
You rush to close it tight, locking it for good measure just in case it decides to climb back in seeking revenge.
While you make sure each window is secured, your partner heads to the bathroom sink, washing away the slightest possibility of a lingering trace off their hands in the hope that it brings you even the smallest bit of peace.
Afterwards, your security checks completed, they pull you into a warm and comforting embrace, gently swaying you side to side as the murmur soft reassurances.
"It's gone now. It's unlikely there'd be more than one in the same place"
They don't know if it's true but they don't mind telling a little white lie if it calms your nerves.
Exhausted after the spike of adrenaline and cortisol, your voice trembles a little, "Please stay with me tonight, I don't think I can sleep after that..."
They continue to soothe you, lulling you to the soft edge of sleep
Imagine coming up to Vincent and taking his hands, brushing his hair away from his mask, and standing on your toes just to see his lone eye better.
Imagine driving late with Lester and sleeping in the car. So he turns the radio down low and makes sure to miss pot holes.
Imagine cupping Bo’s cheeks, saying, “Let me love you.” And he does because he just needs a hug right now, and he actually allows himself to relax.
Imagine taking off Brahms’s mask to clean the blood off and whispering praises to him, kissing his burns, tell him he’s beautiful.
Imagine Reggie let you play with his curls while laying in bed, you two talking in the moment, and him leaning down to kiss you.
Imagine Jason Vanhause (that’s how you spell his last name, right?) guiding you to the best spot to look at the stars in the camp, and you just start naming them and he’s just happy you’re there.
Imagine going up to a young Michel Myers without his mask on and you just litter his face with kisses and sweet words, him blushing like a mad man.
reggie having two little areas in front of his trailer where he plants flowers, and the various pots in front of his steps, and a watering can and a hose curled up...im gonna cr y
