#featuring: daryl dixon (aintashes)

[bloodsalted]

daryl digs a worm out of the ground and immediately eats it in front of him. he'll share if you want one, dean, all you have to do is ask.

you know what? he's not gonna say a god damn thing because if daryl answers him with dirt worm on his breath? he might just throw up. yep. gonna keep his mouth closed on that one. nice and tight. and look away so he doesn't visibly GAG more than he is inside his fucking SOUL.

congratulations, daryl. you made dean's soul gag.

#dean doing that URRRRPH HURRRRRRPH in his SOUL! #featuring: daryl dixon (aintashes) #aintashes #there's no humanity when the dead come back to feed you gotta fight em. (chapter ix)

[esoterium]

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‘ you could'a given me a heads up. ’ ( for carol ! )

she's halfway down the hillside before her boots gather enough dirt under their soles to bring her to a stop. gloved fingers with their bare tips sticking out the ends hold into the loose gravel and earth she's kicked up on her way down. loose strands of gray hair hang in front of her face. her heart a thunderous roar in her chest as it pounds heavy and fast in ear eardrums. thudthudTHUD!!! she blows out a breath and looks down. nothing but the dead in the crevasse below. moaning and grumbling as the dirt falls on their heads and gains their attention. a few look up. they can smell her and react accordingly. a small group will soon turn into a hungry mob of gaping, black mouths and rotting hands tugging at the walls she nearly toppled to the bottom of.

there's nowhere to go but up.. she's been here before. metaphorically.

physically, too. this isn't the first time she's had to pull herself out a legit ditch. only problem is? she's got a witness this time. and. that witness? is gonna be pissed as hell that she made a move to toss one of their molotov cocktails down into that mess of the dead to get their attention and scour a barely there crossing that was now. unfortunately. a bust. unless burning walkers wasn't what they were going for. and instead? didn't mind walking over the heads of a bunch of hungry ones trying to dig at some rocks?

daryl appears at the edge of the incline. he looks scared. then relieved. then mad. or maybe that's what she saw go over his features in a matter of seconds. he experiences them all even while he's moving onto a position to help her. with a few attempts that leave her gasping and going PALE FACED with a misplaced foot having her lose a couple inches down before their hands lock--and he's pulling her up til her knee hits solid ground and they both fall over on their backs to lay there a second and catch their breath? she knows she fucked up.

'you coulda given me a heads up.' he says.

"yeah? and ruin the surprise? what fun would that be," she pants. fuck.

#featuring: daryl dixon (wexarethewalkingxdead) #oopsies! #aintashes #and i'm damned if i do and i'm damned if i don't. so here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road. (carol peletier)

[devilbeside]

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He’s not been told to come down here. He probably shouldn’t be. But that’s never really stopped him before. Besides, Philip can still lie his way out of most things and if it does somehow get back to the big man he’s certain he can come up with something. But he heard they had a PRISONER. Well, Negan didn’t quite call him that. One of Rick’s group. And he has to see for himself. He’s managed to work his way up in the ranks but still tried to keep a low profile. He doesn’t want to draw attention to himself until he NEEDS to. It’s not all that hard to get into the cell. And the stringy mess of hair isn’t familiar but the man’s face is. Well, enough that he can place him. Maybe it’s more the features the man shares with his brother than anything else.

Philip surveys the man for a moment and gives a nod to the guard to close the door behind him. The man has no weapons on him and Philip’s got a good bit of height and, presumably, weight on the younger Dixon. He’s still recovering from Michonne’s sword but even with that, even if Daryl gets a good HIT or two in, Philip isn’t concerned. There are always more men right outside the door anyway. A part of him is hoping that the man will try. He’s been itching for it. Something. Anything. He hasn’t so much as killed some biters in days and there’s something burning under his skin for it. A fight. Blood. That rush. The adrenaline. Something to make him feel alive again.

                                                                  “Daryl, innit? Long time, no see.”

#v: came here for sanctuary. away from the winds & the sounds. ( au 05. savior ) #[ sorry this took a mILLION YEARS ]

[esoterium]

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‘ don't you have somewhere else t'be? ’ ( for paul ! )

the river's flowing strong this time of year. muddy and thick instead of the faint trickle that it can filter off to in the summers when they get bad. hasn't been so horrible the past few. but paul can remember. before daryl. before the others. when there was a summer here that barely nothing was inside the riverbed he's perched next to now. stick in hand. not doing much of anything at all. other than listening to daryl's voice and giving him a grin over the side of his shoulder. pale eyes drift up from his crouched position.

leather clad shoulders hitch in a shrug before he takes his gaze and aims it back were he'd plucked it from. "probably. now ask me if there's somewhere else i want to be. that answer? that one?" and the stick goes spinning through the air landing in the water with a splash before getting carried away. "that'd be a no.."

hands brush together before they drop to hang casually between his knees. paul doesn't make much movement to stand. seems like he's quite comfortable where he is. with his little waterfront view at daryl's camp. where he's invited himself to be a guest at. as if he belongs there as naturally as daryl's hubcap, bottle and other scavenged security system wound through the trees that paul's become an expert at not setting off. (take it or leave it, daryl. he's a damn dexterous and intelligent little shit.) company might be a surprise but at least, he hopes, he's the welcome kind? "how've you been, daryl? you look good.."

#paul just picking up convo like he belongs there? yeah. #featuring: daryl dixon (aintashes) #aintashes #we have to make sure what's left is worth what we lost. (paul rovia)