#Lori Grimes

[banshees-martin]

tell your 'baby' that IM YOUR BABY

#carl grimes #rick grimes #twd #twd season 8 #8x09 #the walking dead #lori grimes #michonne grimes #judith grimes #carl grimes x reader #daryl dixon #enid twd #mitski #twd towl

[herebutnothere]

For YEARS I had heard about TWD but had convinced myself that there was no way I would like a show about zombies. Too spooky. Too gory. Too much.

So imagine my surprise when I see promo for TOWL and it's marketed as an "epic love story."

... a love story??? Sign me the fuck up, if nothing else just to see how they could pull it off.

So I started slow by watching recaps of the first couple episodes and from reactions, I could tell something was there. So I watched TWD-specific recaps and reactions and basically had a grounded understanding of the world and the people. I was hooked.

Then episode 4 came along and I signed up for AMC+ to watch it live so Danai could get her credit. And y'all.

Y'all.

Y'ALL.

That started it all. I went back and watched the first three episodes of TOWL (after watching E4 an obscene number of times) and then I started TWD.

And B*TCH.

Lori.

I have many thoughts that I'll share in due time (depending on my mood—that's typically how I write things and where my focus goes), but the main one is this:

The scene where Lori incites Rick is biblical.

She is the snake whispering in the garden.

She literally curls herself around him.

She whispers (hisses) in his ear.

She plants the seed of knowledge.

She plants the seed of fear.

She shows him a paradise where his family is safe. Where his family is his...

If only...

Because the paradise Lori tempts him with comes with a cost.

And when Rick pays it, it costs him everything.

His friendship.

His marriage.

His son's view of him.

His group's view of him.

His view of himself.

Because the Rick Grimes we as viewers know him to be wasn't the Rick Grimes he knew himself to be. (A whole 'nother essay can be written on his mental health journey during both TWD and TOWL)

That is, until...

Until...

Until...

Until a samurai shows up with baby formula. With strength and tenderness. With protection and grace.

There's much to be said about the true role Lori played in his life pre-, during-, and post- her life and death in the ZA, but this is key:

She was always going to be the downfall of The Brave Man because she weaponized his bravery, care, protection, and love as her own coping mechanism.

And in doing so, she wasn't able to allow—or empower—him to find his own coping mechanism, too.

#the ones who live #the walking dead #twd towl #richonne #lori grimes #rick grimes #do you want me to talk about this more? #i just got here #the walking dead towl #rick grimes towl #michonne

[punchitmrsulu]

My man Rick forgot for a second there he wasn’t dealing with Lori anymore, who was ready to leave him and turn her back on him at any time for any reason.

C’mon, Rick, buddy, this is Michonne. She will grab you and jump out of a helicopter in the middle of a storm with you to get you back. There’s no way this woman’s going anywhere without you or believe any of your attempts to push her away. It’s just gonna make her even more focused, you know this, dude. She’s the love of your life for a reason.

#richonne #the walking dead #the ones who live #the walking dead the ones who live #twd #towl #twd towl #rick grimes #michonne grimes #michonne #danai gurira #andrew lincoln #anti lori grimes #lori grimes

[wannabespacesmuggler]

D.D. | Shane's Girl

Part Six | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh sucks, unedited (I will get to it later, I promise)

Word Count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: Oof—alright, it's been a hot second, everybody. Apologies for going MIA for a while (life, y'know?). I haven't forgotten about this fic and I know that none of you have forgotten about it based on the amount of notes and messages I get (which I appreciate greatly). Thanks for sticking it out with me guys. Excited for you all to see what I have planned in the coming chapters. In the meantime, let me know what y'all think of this one & let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.

“Fuck!”

The expletive escapes your lips before you can think twice about it. You nervously look around the camp, searching for Carl and Sophia. The last thing you need is for Lori and Carol to get on your case because you accidentally taught the children swear words. After realizing that neither of them is in earshot, you let out a sigh of relief. 

You look down at the garment in your lap. Shane had thrown a pair of his cargo pants at you earlier this morning, grumbling about a hole in one of his pockets. You had woken up earlier than him, probably because he had returned to your shared tent far after everyone else in camp had retired for the evening. This was becoming somewhat of a routine for the two of you: Shane sneaking around in the middle of the night thinking you’re asleep; meanwhile, you spend the restless nights in your tent waiting to see if he actually comes back. You never ask him where he was in the morning—knowing that Shane would brush you off by saying he was on watch as if you don’t understand that the shifts rotate every night. Another sigh escapes your lips as you defeatedly throw the pants onto the table before you and turn your attention to your finger, which you had clumsily stabbed with a needle while attempting to fix the garment.

“You ‘lright?”

The sound of Daryl’s rough southern drawl makes you jump. You look up and see Daryl standing a few feet away with his raised hands. He takes a few careful steps toward you—his movements are slow and calculated. Your brow furrows at the sight—did he think you’re afraid of him?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle ya.”

“It’s okay, Daryl. I was just a little distracted.”

Daryl nods at your words before taking a seat beside you at the table.

“What’d ya do to your hand?”

He leans toward you slightly to get a better look, his concerned eyes raking over your hands, looking for any sign of injury. A small smile spreads across your face as Daryl continues to worry about your well-being. You raise your hands to show him that you’re perfectly okay.

“It’s nothing. Just pricked my finger—Shane has a hole in his pocket, and I was never good with a needle and thread.”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as you speak. Daryl chews on his bottom lip as he looks at the cargo pants on the table. It’s ripped along the seam, an easy fix—he’s done it numerous times for his own tattered jeans.

“Give it ‘er.”

You look at Daryl’s outstretched hand in disbelief for several seconds before handing him the needle and thread. Daryl snatches the pants off the table and gets to work. You watch him curiously—his brow furrows as he focuses on the task at hand. Daryl momentarily lets his attention drift to you; he awkwardly shifts in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable with how intently you’re watching him.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

His tone is defensive, but it doesn’t make you back down like everyone else.

“Just surprised, is all.”

“What, Shane doesn’t know how to sew?”

He meets your incredulous gaze and can’t help but laugh. The sound is still foreign to his ears, even though it’s becoming somewhat of an ordinary occurrence when he’s with you. He’s much more used to the sound of Merle yelling, music blaring, old motorcycles' roar, and the forest's peaceful ambiance. 

“Well, you shouldn’t have to do everything for him.”

His genuine words should comfort you, but instead, they nag at you. You shouldn’t have to do everything for him. You shouldn’t have to turn a blind eye to your boyfriend’s nightly habit. You shouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around him. You shouldn’t have to make yourself smaller for his convenience. And yet, here you are. 

“You have a cigarette?”

The question catches Daryl off guard. He’s only seen you smoke once—that night at the campfire, and he swore it was his fault. Your words from that night still rattle around in his head. You’re a bad influence, Dixon. He completes his final stitch, bringing the thread to his mouth so he can rip it off with his teeth. He places everything back on the table before pulling out his pack of Marlboro Reds from his pocket and offering it to you. You take one from the pack, twisting it in your fingers before placing the cigarette between your lips. Daryl notices your hesitation as he hands you his old lighter, so he waits until you’ve lit your cigarette before pulling out one of his own. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, but something about this doesn’t sit right with Daryl.

“What’s goin’ on?”

You furrow your brow at his question, feigning confusion, but Daryl doesn’t relent. He simply raises a brow at you as he takes another long drag of his cigarette. You let out a defeated sigh before answering his question.

“It’s just Shane…”

You trail off thinking that since it’s relationship drama, maybe Daryl wouldn’t be interested. But he doesn’t try to change the subject or brush you off, instead, he gives you his undivided attention. He watches you quickly look around camp, scooping the area and taking account of who is around. A frown pulls at the corners of Daryl’s lips as he realizes that you’re once again looking over your shoulder for Shane.

“He wasn’t always like this. I mean, he was always a hothead, but he wasn’t always so cruel.” 

“Hey…”

The softness in his tone catches you off guard, and you look up at him. A part of you wants to cry at how attentive Daryl is at this moment. It’s been so long since someone has shown you this kind of care.

“You ain’t gotta defend him to me.”

Daryl watches as a single tear falls down your cheek at his words, and he begins to panic. Did he upset you? Was he out of line? Had he gotten the situation between you and Shane wrong? This isn’t his forte. He wishes he was a different man—a better man, a softer man. He wishes he was more like his mother and less like his father. That she could have lived long enough to teach him a few more life lessons—like how to comfort someone you care for. 

Before he has the chance to spiral completely out of control, he feels your fingertips find his, and his heart damn near stops. He involuntarily pulls away from your touch, and it makes him wince. He sits in the shame of his response to your touch. A better man would have been able to return your affection. Finally, he meets your gaze, expecting to see the hurt he caused by his reaction. Instead, he’s met with a smile so warm and tender that he can practically feel the shame in his body melt away.

“Thank you, Daryl.”

A small, affectionate smile pulls at the corners of Daryl’s lips. 

“It was nothin’.”

You shake your head at his words. What he did for you today was far from nothing, but you let it go, opting to turn your attention back to the cargo pants on the table before you. As you admire Daryl’s handiwork, you can’t help but hope that Daryl knows that Shane’s pocket isn’t the only thing he stitched back together today.

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#twd #The Walking Dead #walking dead #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #Rick Grimes #shane walsh #merle dixon #glenn rhee #lori grimes #the walking dead imagine #walking dead imagine #Norman Reedus #norman reedus imagine #norman reedus x reader

[nanac0re]

Lori gave them such a sweet gift in the midst of such a bitter and cruel world

#the walking dead #judith grimes #rick grimes #lori grimes #betty twd #carl grimes #michonne grimes #amc twd #aesthetic #daryl dixon #twd daryl

[losingmym05]

the ones who live

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes #rick grimes #lori grimes

[ricksmarlene]

TWD 3.06 // TOWL 1.05

#rick grimes #michonne grimes #richonne #lori grimes #the ones who live #the walking dead #twd spoilers #twd parallels #twd: the ones who live #my edit #mine #ricksmarlene #i do not know if this is in any way related but I feel like this is huuuuuuuuuuuuge #he was never able to fix what he had with lori before she died #he couldn't let go of his hurt and anger because of her betrayal and focused on keeping her and his family alive #AND MICHONNE IS THE ONLY THING AND THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE WHO PUTS IT BACK TOGETHER MORE THAN LORI EVER DID #I AM UNWELL #EPIC LOVE

[mymanreedus]

"From Judith’s perspective, she just kind of went unconscious. She’s probably hallucinating a little bit, or at least very confused and in a sort of dreamlike state. It felt real to us as we were writing it that what she imagines and what’s been on her mind all this time is a reunion with her parents. She feels safe in somebody’s arms for a moment, and she’s wondering if Daddy came back. But of course it’s Daryl, and the kind of gut punch for him is significant… just the weight that’s on him. With Rick and Michonne gone, and Lori long gone, Daryl is the remaining parent figure for this child. But we felt like for Judith, too, it’s an indication of where her head’s at throughout all of this. She misses her family, but she also trusts Daryl enough to feel that he’s like a daddy figure to her."

Angela Kang, TV Line

#the walking dead #s11e23 #angela kang #judith grimes #daryl dixon #rick grimes #michonne #lori grimes

[angelicliima]

"we need more complex characters!!" shut up, you can't even handle them.

and i could've have added way more characters.. but you get the idea.

#billy hargrove #alicent hightower #cersei lannister #aegon ii #lori grimes #skyler white #steve rogers #negan smith #andrea harrison #daenerys targeryan #game of thrones #stranger things #house of the dragon #breaking bad #the walking dead #harringrove #rhaenicent

[bishoujo-bitch]

What Lies Ahead (2011)

[Carl and Sophia ask Rick if they can go see the Grand Canyon one day]

Carl Grimes: Can we go see it? The Grand Canyon? I'd like to.

Sophia Peletier: I would, too. Can we go?

Rick Grimes: [Rick looks to Sophia and Carol] We'd never go without you and your mom. That's a promise.

#twd #the walking dead #twd fanart #the walking dead fanart #lori grimes #lori grimes fanart #carl grimes #carl grimes fanart #rick grimes #grimes family #rick grimes fanart #grimes family fanart #my artwrok #carol peletier #carol peletier fanart #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanart #caryl #caryl fanart #sophia peletier #sophia peletier fanart #digital art #anime artist #my art

[justcrafting]

(Re)Watching TWD, have some season 1-2 memes

Season 3 memes under the cut

#memes #text posts #the walking dead #twd #rickyl #rick grimes #lori grimes #shane walsh #daryl dixon

[virginsexgod69]

❝Here for You❞

paring: Rick Grimes x f!Reader

summary: After Lori's death, you're there to comfort Rick in any way he needs.

Set in season 3 in the prison after Lori's death

word count: 1,569

content warnings: NSFW // smut // angst // hurt no comfort // pining

cross posted on ao3!

You've always had a thing for Rick. Ever since he arrived at the camp in Atlanta, you had your eye on him.

But he was married.

You weren't a home-wrecker. You wouldn't dare intrude on the happy relationship of a man who was reunited with his family he thought was dead. But that didn't stop you from stealing glances. Sometimes you swore you could feel his blue eyes staring at you too. At some point, those stolen glances turned into the two of you looking longingly at each other. Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same about you?

But be was married.

The longing looks weren't the only thing setting your heart ablaze. It was the way Rick would place his hands on your hips whenever he needed to get by. The way his touch would linger. Not only that, but he was so protective of you, but never controlling . He even took the time to teach you how to properly use a gun. And he always, always made sure you had something to eat, even if it meant less for him. He had to have liked you just a little bit, right?

But be was married.

You knew for sure you'd never have a shot with Rick after you found out Lori was pregnant. Even if nobody could be sure the baby's his, he still stuck by her and who were you to get between that.

But still, that did nothing to stop the fleeting moments between the two of you. In fact, they seemed to happen even more. Maybe he indulged in his desires a bit to soothe his aching heart from the pain of not really knowing if his unborn baby was his. Despite all of this, you fought hope. You wanted him so so bad, but you knew there wasn't a chance in hell it would happen.

Because he was married.

But then he wasn't. Shit hit the fan: the farm was overrun by walkers, Sophia turned, Shane was killed, Andrea never came back, a prison became a home, a baby was born... oh , and Lori died.

It's not like that made you happy. You were sad that she didn't get to say goodbye, that she didn't get time with her newborn, that Rick lost his wife. It took a toll on him. He wasn't the same. He was crazy even. Everyone was on edge around him, constantly walking eggshells as to not set him off. There was just so much tension.

And the tension felt even more uncomfortable as the two of you made your way back to the prison after an unsuccessful run. The tension practically filled the little green car with all the words left unsaid, questions left unasked, feelings left unknown. So, you decided to speak to him for the first time in months.

"Are you okay?" you asked timidly.

His knuckles went white as he gripped the steering wheel even tighter.

" 'M fine," he mumbled not taking his eyes off the road.

That was a damn lie and you both knew it.

"Rick," you said softly, "we're alone now. If you want to talk abou-"

"I said I'm fine!"

He may not have wanted to talk, but you could tell he needed to be comforted and you wanted to be the one to offer him that comfort, no matter how he wanted it. No matter how he needed it.

You placed a gentle hand on his knee, much like how he used to do to you before everything happened.

He sighed with relent before pulling the car over and putting it in park. He placed his hand on top of yours and looked over at you. You fought not to get lost in the sea of his blue eyes as you stared back at him.

"I'm.. I'll be fine, I promise."

You leaned closer to him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

"Y'know I'm here to comfort you, right? In any way you need me, I'm here," you promised.

His baby blue eyes drifted from yours down to your lips. His whole demeanor changed. He relaxed for the first time in a while. So much so, he let his inhibitions go as he pulled you closer and crashed his lips into yours.

So many feelings rushed through your head the second your lips made contact. You were shocked. You dreamed and fantasized about this moment forever and now that it was finally happening, you weren't going to let it slip through your fingers. You reciprocated the kiss, indulging in every second before Rick hastily pulled away.

"I'm so sorry," he said between gentle pants "I shouldn't have done that."

Your heart sank. You resented that he regretted your happiest moment.

"Rick," you said with your forehead still against his, "I want this. I want you ." You didn't care how desperate you sounded. Once you got a taste of Rick, you needed more.

And perhaps he felt the same about you because he didn't hesitate to pull you back in for another kiss. Trying your best not to break the kiss, you climbed from the passenger seat onto his lap. His tongue found its way into your mouth and tasted you as if he'd never get another taste. You moaned against his mouth as you tangled your hands in his curly hair. His hands traversed your body before practically tearing off the button up shirt you wore.

"You sure you want this?" he asked. His blue eyes, glistening in the sunlight, looked at you with uncertainty. You could tell he wanted this, but even more so he didn't want to hurt you.

You responded by grinding against his hardening bulge as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. His hands firmly gripped your hips as ground you onto his clothed erection. He pulled away from your mouth and placed open mouthed kisses down your neck. You didn't miss the occasional grunts you coaxed out of him which only encouraged you to keep going. He reached up and unclasped your bra, slid it off your arms, and tossed it aside. Embarrassed by the exposure, you automatically moved to cover yourself, but Rick caught your wrists.

"Don't. Let me see you. You're so beautiful," he rasped.

Oh Rick. He was even sweeter than you anticipated which set you ablaze and drove the butterflies in your tummy crazy. You needed him. You hurried to undo his belt as he was fondling your breasts while placing kisses along your collar bones. He lifted his hips just enough for you to pull his pants down. He took a nipple into his mouth as you palmed his bulge through his boxers.

"I-I need you," you wantonly moaned.

" 'M all yours."

You freed his rock hard erection from his boxers and stroked it a few times before moving to pull off your own pants. Rick helped you get out of them, stopping for a second to admire the wetness accumulated in your panties. He pulled them aside and lined his dick with your entrance, letting you slowly sink down on it. He stretched you so good that the pain only added to your pleasure.

"I've fantasized about you since you arrived at the camp in Atlanta," you confessed.

"I can't say I haven't wanted you this way for a while too. Whenever I caught you staring at me with those doe eyes, my imagination ran wild."

Once you felt comfortable enough, you began to move. You held onto his shoulders for support as you bounced on his dick. He threw his head back as he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He couldn't take it anymore and held onto your hips again as he thrusted up into you. He watched you with admiration in his eyes as your breasts bounced with each and every one of his thrusts.

"You feel so good around my cock, princess."

"Oh god Rick, I think I'm gonna-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence since he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down for another kiss. Your walls clenched around him as his thrusts grew sloppy. You were both about to cum.

"That's it, cum for me Lori."

You both froze. The butterflies in your tummy were stabbed to death by the shards of your broken heart. You felt a lump in your throat as you tried to hold back the hot tears burning the corners of your eyes. Rick looked at you brokenheartedly with shame swimming in his eyes as you pulled yourself off of him.

"Lor- er, Y/N, I'm sor-"

"Don't."

God you sounded so... broken .

You both dressed yourselves in awkward silence. Rick sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He sounded like he wanted to say something, but decided against it, which was good because you'd have ignored him anyway.

"The sun's setting, we should get back to the prison," you said cooly.

"Y/N, I-"

"Just stop!"

A beat of silence passed and Rick finally started up the car and resumed the drive back to the prison.

You let your tears fall silently as you stared out the window, but you eventually closed your eyes. Your stomach churned at the sight of his wedding band's reflection in the window, signifying that even though his wife was dead, he was still married.

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[battleswanofciya]

TWD incorrect quotes cuz I’m obsessed now

Carol: you have to apologize to Shane

Daryl: fine 

Daryl: unfuck you, or whatever

 

Daryl, Carol, and Maggie sitting on a bench with a deflated look

Rick: why are the three of you sitting sad like that? 

Maggie: sit with us so we can tell you

Rick *sitting down*: well? 

Daryl: this bench is freshly painted 

Rick: ...

Carol: yeah, they did it to me too

Glenn, texting Maggie: text me when you’re home safely 

Maggie: I’m home dangerously 

Glenn: stop it

Maggie: I’m home lethally 

Carol: I’m gonna count to three

Daryl: what did I do?

Carol: one

Daryl, running away: wHaT dId I dO?!?!

Beth, about Andrea: what’s wrong with her?

Daryl: everyone has a different theory 

Carol: if you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? 

Maggie: maybe a little tipsy

Daryl: drunk 

Lori: wasted 

Andrea: dead 

Maggie, calling Beth: Where are you?

Beth: I waved to a man because I thought he was waving at me. Apparently he was waving to the guy behind me so to get out of the awkward situation I kept my hand up so a taxi pulled over and took me to the train station. I am now in California, I should be back by Thursday.

Maggie: Wha-

Glenn: Understandable. Have a nice day

Glenn, after briefing another plan: thoughts?

Daryl: and prayers. Holy shit.

Maggie: I have the urge to do something stupid

Glenn: I’m stupid, do me

Rick: I left instructions for everyone while I’m gone

Andrea: mine just says ‘Andrea no’

Rick: and I want you to apply that to every possible situation 

Dale: I swear to God I’m the only one here with a brain cell

Daryl, T-Dog, Rick, Shane, and Glenn: ALL HAIL THE KEEPER OF THE BRAIN CELL!!!

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #beth greene #maggie greene #glenn rhee #rick grimes #shane walsh #carol peletier #lori grimes #carl grimes #t-dog #andrea harrison #twd incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[wannabespacesmuggler]

D.D. | Shane's Girl

Part Two | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Merle Dixon being Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh isn’t great either tbh

Word Count: 1K

Author’s Note: So it's been a hot second (writer's block is a bitch), but I really love this idea and apparently a lot of you guys do too! Thanks for all the love on the first part, all the comments and reblogs have meant the world to me. I really cannot believe how well the first part of this fic was received lol. Let me know what you guys think of this one, if you want to be added to the taglist, or just want to ask me a question.

Extras: Playlist

Daryl is, if anything, a man of his word. He agreed that he’d stay the hell away from Shane’s girl, so that’s exactly what he did. It wasn’t difficult; he is almost always on a hunting trip to keep the ragtag group of survivors fed and when he isn’t, Daryl can be found in his tent taking care of his crossbow and bolts. And since Merle hasn’t spoken a word to you since the little incident in camp, your path just hasn’t crossed his.

That is until his crossbow bolts go missing one morning. 

Daryl rips his tent apart in an attempt to find his missing arrows. A steady stream of expletives escape his mouth as he shuffles through Merle’s belongings, hoping that his older brother just so happened to take his bolts and stash them with his possessions -- it certainly wouldn’t be the first time that Merle took something of his and claimed it as his own. 

After about thirty minutes, Daryl lets out a frustrated sigh. If his bolts aren’t in here, that means someone in camp took them and that could lead to some issues. After the incident with you and Merle, Daryl hasn’t just kept his distance from you -- Daryl has isolated himself further from everyone at the makeshift camp. 

He’s not an idiot and he picked up on everyone’s apprehension in respect to the Dixon brothers since the first few days in camp. That seems to have only gotten worse after Merle’s decision to make a scene in the middle of camp. It doesn’t seem to bother the older Dixon brother; however, Daryl cannot stand how many eyes seem to focus on him whenever he makes an appearance in camp nowadays. Because of this, Daryl has made his trips to camp scarce -- only making his way there to drop off more provisions and supplies. He keeps his head down, he doesn’t speak to anyone, and he doesn’t cause problems.

However, Daryl does take the time to observe the camp and its occupants whenever he’s there. He takes mental notes of who casts him concerned looks. Lori and Carol will stop scrubbing laundry and round up their children every time they see him make his way to the RV. He notices Dale’s eyes narrow every time he enters the RV and how he races to check all of their supplies as soon as he’s stepped foot out of the vehicle. As opposed to popular belief, Daryl has never taken anything from the RV; however, he has left his fair share of scavenged nuts and berries and a handful of animal carcasses in order to keep the camp fed. He’s painfully aware of Shane glaring at him from atop Dale’s RV. He tries to ignore it, but he can’t help the way that it makes his skin crawl. And, against his better judgment, he finds himself keeping tabs on you. It wasn’t a conscious decision at first, but, as time has passed, he’s found his curiosity towards you shifting into what Daryl can only describe as protectiveness.

And that’s how Daryl finds himself awkwardly walking up to you as you scrub laundry against a washboard. You don’t seem to notice his presence as he approaches. He shifts on feet before clearing his throat, in an attempt to grab your attention. Your head shoots up and your eyes widen as they spot him standing in front of you. Daryl is prepared to turn heel and run in the other direction based on your reaction until a smile spreads across your face. You push your hair out of your eyes and drop the laundry in your hands into the basin in front of you before speaking. 

“Hey, Daryl. What’s up?”

“Ya know if Shane’s around?”

You move your head to look left, then right. Your eyes scan the camp before they land back on Daryl. You shrug your shoulders.

“Don’t know. I’m not his keeper.” 

Daryl releases a breath through his nose at your words. It’s the closest anyone in camp has come to making Daryl Dixon laugh as far as you know and it fills you with pride. You wipe your hands on your jeans and stand up from your position over the basin.

“I may not be Shane, but I might be able to help you.”

“Somebody took my crossbow bolts. Couldn’t find ‘em this mornin’.”

You immediately turn and start walking toward the RV. Shane had told you he was busy this morning with ‘inventory’ this morning. He already took your knife and pistol this morning, so you wouldn’t be surprised if you also found Daryl’s arrows. You explain this to Daryl as he walks behind you. If Merle was here, he’d be laughing at the younger Dixon brother. 

‘I leave you alone and you’re already following ‘er around like a lost puppy dog, little brother?’  

Daryl tries to shake off Merle’s voice echoing in his mind. He watches as you enter the RV and waits as he hears you rustling through the supplies. A few moments later you emerge with a handful of crossbow bolts. 

“I take it these are yours?”

Daryl nods and mumbles a quick thank you as he takes the arrows from you. He quickly counts them, ensuring that he’s gotten all of his property back.

“Do you make them yourself?”

He nods his head again, eyes still focused on the bolts in his hands.

“Could you show me sometime?”

Daryl looks up at you, his head cocked to the side slightly. He’s a little dumbfounded. He wasn’t expecting you to take an interest in his craftsmanship. Hell, he wasn’t expecting you to continue speaking to him after you found his arrows. Thrown off by your actions, Daryl simply says that first thing that crosses his mind as you look at him with an expectant expression.

“Sure.”

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[danineedsanap]

I need all my Daryl Dixon girlies to remember that, at the very least he USED to, POSSIBLY STILL DOES, believe he saw a real Chupacabra.

That’s it

That’s the post

#like. #this man. LMAO #all dark and mysterious #but believes In the fucking chupacabra #daryl x reader #he is not a serious man #daryl dixon #norman reedus #rick grimes #ricky dicky doo da grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead season 2 #carl grimes #Lori grimes #shane walsh #sophia peletier #carol peletier #beth greene #maggie greene

[westidia]

I’m still highly upset that we never got to see Carl at his full potential

and he was fine as hell…the glow up that was happening before our eyes…😔 fuck them producers (fyi he is older than me)

Just thinking about all the shit we could’ve see. Carl do, all the moments he could’ve had with Judith, his baby brother RJ 😭

Carl following his fathers steps, having a fine, badass gorgeous black wife ugh a girl can dream 😔

(word on the street the reason why he was killed off was because he became an adult and obv wanted adult pay…mind you basically the whole cast were adults…)

Just don’t sit right with me

we really have no bad ass scenes of him just going off on humans or walkers (like Rick when he bit that man’s neck)

wasted potential I hate.

#a lot of what ifs #carl grimes #carl grimes edit #rick grimes #michone grimes #judith grimes #rj grimes #the walking dead #amc twd #the ones who live #twd towl #towl #richonne #rick and michonne #anti lori grimes #lori grimes #twd #twd summit #potential #andrew lincoln #chandler riggs #danai gurira