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@vestwings replied to your post “its not nsfw sunday but listen binches, if u ever wanted to kno:   ...”

I SUPPORT HIM

  @siickestsoul @leftlimp YA’LL SHOULD SUPPORT ME LIKE DARYL DOES.

[idontkillorphans]

Just A Dixon - Closed Starter

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Sleipnir waited by the bar, fingers twitching as he tapped his fingers along his cigarettes. He had been given a description of two brothers - Dixon’s. Drifters but apparently they had seen the attack. Even if he no longer considered himself a traveler - the stigma and the name was still there. Winther. Was a difficult one to overlook - if you knew its bloodline.

Sleipnir looked up finally when bikes crawled through, swallowing as he pushing his hands in to his pockets and nodding to the approaching men. “Dixon?” He called out, waiting for them to still at least. “My name’s Sleipnir Winther, I was wondering if I could ask you something about last Friday?”

[freckledboss]

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“If you could take a guess, what month do you think it is?”

[vcmpbat]

♥♥♥♥♥ fuck yeah spread all that positivity !!

for every  ♥  I receive in my askbox, i’m going to recommend a blog and spread positivity.

@hissaviour​ — such a fantastic and unique interpretation of dwight, I absolutely love interacting with them no matter the account.  mun is super sweet and loving, and doesn’t get enough appreciation.

@thathijodeputa   — honestly started my love for rosita and this mun is my forever babe. such a sweetheart and i’m a hoe for her.

@leathervice / @beautycorrupt   — words cannot express how much I admire her portrayal of negan and the work she puts into any OC she makes. i’ve had the pleasure of interacting with her from almost day one. mun is just a sweet and beautiful person.

@vestwings   — besides this bitch ding dong ditching negan they have an A+ interpretation of a character that’s loved so much and sometimes I forget that they aren’t actually him. mun is too patient with me and i love them forever.

@thebornsurvivor   — honestly the best comic interpretation of rosita i’ve seen to date, and though most of our threads aren’t even canon I absolutely admire her as a writer. extremely talented and versatile with verses. I obviously love the mun to the moon and back for dealing with mine and negan’s shit. 

[bruisedcigs-blog]

                        WHERE IS SHE? Not even the red head can guess, she stole a car the minute the world went to hell, her best chance of escaping. Of course she never intended to go alone, but then again when do you ever expect to see the crowd of flesh eating parasites that were once people devour all you knew. She saw so much she can’t even allow herself to think of it. No, this is moving forward, as good as Beverly Marsh can. Every night haunted by a voice that echos I COULDN’T SAVE THEM, but also sings your still alive, but is that a good thing? The world is dead, quite literally, and even though the child made it away as far as the gas let her, where she stopped wasn’t particularly populated. 

                     EMPTY, the world seems ominous and terrifying as she takes careful steps out of the stolen car. The sun burns her eyes as she tries to see past the horizon, stuck on a highway with bunches of other cars just laying about, nothing that could start, or had the keys to. Every step seems to echo from just how still the earth is, which terrifies her. Hands itching and picking nervously on elbows, a distraction from the carnage, from death. 

                     She can hear someone gasping for air, someone weeping, and it takes moments of quick eyes all around her before she realizes the sound comes from herself. If you wonder why she cries, then you haven’t witnessed what Beverly Marsh has in a matter of days. How long has she been walking? She can see the sun fading, but her feet still shuffle despite the pain in her ankle. 

                    SHUFFLING, she wonders if she misplaced the sound once more, until she looks behind her and witnesses an undead thing following her. Heart pounding in her chest and lips parting with her gasp before her tired feet move faster with little thought behind it. Her gaze falling behind far more then in front, which works against her when she opens her eyes to find her surrounded. FRANTICLY, she looks all around her for something, anything, to defend herself! She ponders shutting herself in the car or running into the woods. One look in each direction, heart in her throat, she can feel it rushing upon her and fear pushes her into the car, huddling and trying to control her breath. THINK BEV, THINK, YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS, COME ON BEVERLY!

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[survivormoves]

DARYL DIXON | for @vestwings

[birdofprcy-blog]

              the first thought that stuck out was there was an arrow in the head of the walker he was working on. two hits to the head with his bat hadn’t knocked the sucker down, but the third one was going to be the charm. all matthew had to really do was work on the strength of his swing as of late. maybe one day he’d get it so one hit would be enough. but that practice was cut short with that arrow sticking out, the decaying body dropping like a bag of rocks. a sigh escaped through his nostrils before the bat was slid into the holster on his back. “ i could have handled it. ” matthew’s gaze turned to the man that stood there, a brow raised as he fixed the holster.

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