#Daryl ang

[celtic-crossbow]

Blood Ties Chapter 28

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; Pregnancy stuff - bodily fluids, etc.

A/N: Still worried about Daryl's character in this, but I guess I will probably continue to do that since this is a situation we haven't seen him in during these seasons. Anyway, game on.

Two days. Three centimeters. Nothing really new other than a few small, quick contractions that were nothing more than a tightening of your belly. Daryl stayed close, mainly venturing outside only to smoke or relieve himself, and, of course, he accompanied you when you needed to go. At that very moment, you were lying propped up on a mountain of pillows that everyone had given you. Daryl was sitting cross-legged by your feet, sharpening his knife.

“Do you think something’s wrong?” You asked, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth. The archer looked up and studied you, looking back down at the whetstone before shaking his head. The sound of the blade sliding against it made your skin crawl. “Can you—stop that please?” He sighed but sheathed the knife and tossed the whetstone onto the top of the things in his bag. He hadn’t been speaking much which concerned you. You watched him scrub a hand over his face before keeping it there and propping his elbow on his thigh. “Daryl, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.” His voice was gravelly, tired even, but not unkind. You knew he had slept, or had at least been lying down with you while you did. “Ya hurtin’ or anythin’?” He still had his face covered.

“Mm-mm. Thumper’s awake though. It’s Cirque du Soleil in there.” His hand finally moved to smooth back over his hair, leaving the shorter pieces askew. “Hey.” His eyes met yours again, worry evident and overflowing. “Come over here?” His left hand clenched into a fist but then flexed open again. Daryl got to his feet, taking a single step toward you before bending down to press a kiss into your hair. 

“Gonna have a smoke. Right outside if ya need anythin’.”

You watched him go and sighed, turning your attention to your stomach. “I think you’re scaring your daddy, Thumps. Me too, a little bit, if I’m being honest.” The baby hadn’t been as active over the last 24 hours, but Hershel had reassured that it was normal for movement to decrease in the last part of pregnancy. “I don’t know how good of a mom I’m gonna be. I didn’t exactly have a shining example. And your daddy—he’s gonna really need our patience, kiddo. Shit, we’re both gonna need patience.” There was the smallest ripple beneath your palm. “We’re flying blind here.”

Sounds of a scuffle on the porch had you sitting up straight in a flash, eyes wide and darting. 

“Daryl?”

He staggered in the door—walker blood on his arm and his knife—before gaining his footing and bending to grab your boots. “Gotta go!” He was calling for the others while helping you get ready and grabbing up what blankets he could to stuff into the second bag. You could hear the moans and scratches and thumps just outside the wall. “C’mon, just leave the rest. We gotta move.”

You nodded, leaving the remaining blankets, pillows, and your sweatpants. It would be freezing in just your leggings but as long as you were alive, then you couldn’t really complain. 

Daryl threw one of the bags on his back—along with his crossbow—while you shouldered the other bag. Knife in one hand, he took yours in the other and was pulling, the first of the herd of corpses tumbling into the house, slimy fingers grasping so closely that you felt the tug on your hood before they seemed to have lost their grip. 

Everyone was sprinting out the back, Rick waiting until you and Daryl had passed to follow and pull the door closed behind him. The truck was blessedly close. Daryl was pulling the bag from your shoulder and opening the door simultaneously, letting you climb inside while he tossed both packs into the back and rounded to the drivers side. You had the key ready and in the ignition, your heart rate slowing the moment his foot hit the gas. 

“Y’okay?” 

Catching your breath—winded by fear and exertion and well, the extra weight of the human growing inside your belly—you looked over just in time to see him take his right hand off the wheel, flex his fingers as they moved just the slightest distance toward you, and then place it right back where it started. 

“Yeah.” You answered breathlessly, swallowing and nodding. “Yeah, we’re okay.” He relaxed a little. His next question would have been about Thumper, so why not ease his mind quickly? “Are you okay? The one outside, before you—”

“M’alright. Ain’t bit or nothin’.” He mumbled, dragging his left thumb over his bottom lip before he began chewing on the skin there, thickened from all the scarred wounds he had given himself, small as they were. He was anxious. He had every right to be. You could go into labor at any moment and another temporary home had been overrun. It had been months of this shit. Run, run, run, and—for a change of pace—run again. 

Hand steadying your belly, you twisted in the seat to look behind the truck for the headlights of the van. When you didn’t see them, you swiveled back to check the side mirror, finding it easier to watch in that position. There was nothing but the soft red glow of the truck’s tail lights. “I don’t see them.”

“They’ll show an’ we’ll pull off. Come up with somethin’.” His eyes slid over to you and back. “Can’t keep ya out on the road.”

You couldn’t disagree. You could feel your ankles swelling inside your boots. Your pelvis and hips ached, your lower back felt strained. Your stomach was tightening in a small contraction. You were just highly uncomfortable and more than a little tired. Your head fell back against the headrest, eyes closed. You must have dozed because when you opened your eyes, the truck was still and Daryl was gone. 

“Daryl?” You quavered, grabbing the dashboard as you slid to the edge of the seat to be able to survey the surroundings. It was too dark. You could barely see inside the cab itself. “Daryl!” Just as you grabbed for the door handle, the driver’s side door opened at full tilt and the archer peered inside.

“M’right here. Y’okay?”

You exhaled sharply, not even realizing you’d been holding your breath. “What’s going on? Why’re you out there? Are the others here?” 

Daryl looked over his shoulder, tapping his fingers against the top of the door before turning back toward you, looking at the seat instead of meeting your eyes. “Nah, they ain’t here. Ain’t seen no sign’a ‘em.” You could see the same worry you were feeling reflected in his posture. 

“What will we do if they—” You couldn’t say it. You just couldn’t. Why did the world just insist on taking everything? 

“Do whatever we gotta do.” Daryl sniffed, looking over his shoulder again. He was thinking the same thing you were. Neither of you knew the first thing about childbirth. You turned to get out of the truck, an ache in your lower back while your stomach tightened in a contraction making you wince, your fingers wrapped around the door handle. “Stay in the truck.” Your hand fell away but the pain remained. It wasn’t unbearable and after a moment, your muscles loosened. The pain in your back remained but lessened.  “Y’alright?”

“Mhm.” You answered quickly. Laying back against the seat, you blew upward to move an unruly hair from your face. You were so tired but you couldn’t sleep, not while your partner was standing outside the truck alone and keeping watch. It wouldn’t even do much good to try when there was no comfortable position you could find with your back twinging. Still, you found your eyelids drooping. When the truck rocked the slightest bit, you didn’t startle. A warm hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled, and you let yourself be guided to lie on Daryl’s thigh.

“Get some sleep.”

With a hum, you turned to face his stomach so your own could rest upon the seat. His hand settled on your ribs. 

“I love you.” You mumbled, already halfway gone into slumber. The last thing you felt was his fingertips graze along your jaw.

It was daylight when you next opened your eyes, the taut skin of your stomach pulling uncomfortably tight while your back spasmed. The contractions themselves were merely annoying while the pain in your back was constant, made worse when your muscles tensed. Grimacing, you glowered at your belly. “Good morning to you, too.” You were no longer pillowed on Daryl’s thigh, actually alone in the cab. You made it up to an elbow when you heard voices. Familiar voice.

“You sure you’re alright? Y/N alright?"

“She’s sleepin’.”

You had to grab the steering wheel to haul yourself upright, opting for the passenger door. Carol was the first to see you and sprinted in your direction. You stood still and let her come to you, your ankles just too swollen and sore to move more than necessary. Once reaching you, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders with a little less enthusiasm so as not to jar you. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay. When we didn’t see the truck—”

“I know. I was freaking out when I couldn’t see the van.” 

She brushed your hair away from your face once she let you go. “We had to go around the herd and then figure out which direction you two went.” You smiled, but it was a weak attempt. Your back was still aching. “Are you okay?” Behind her, Daryl was watching you. You wondered if he was hearing anything Rick was saying.

You waved her off. “Yeah, I’m fine. So, what’s the plan?”

“Heading South, I guess? I’m not sure. I mean, the main thing is to find somewhere safe enough for you to have that baby. Lori won’t be far behind. A few weeks, at most.” Her eyes dropped to where your hand rested on your stomach and then back again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Go see what’s going on. I don’t really feel like walking over there. I”m just gonna wait in the truck.” After a moment, Carol acquiesced, calling over her shoulder for you to yell if you needed anything. You waved your hand over your head and let it fall to your back, pressing in on where the ache continued. Maybe it was time to tell Daryl something else was happening. Opening the door, you lifted your foot from the ground when you felt something gush from your opening, wetting your underwear and leggings. “Oh, great. And now I pissed myself. Way to go, Y/N!” 

You left the door open and stepped back so you could reach into the truck bed for your bag. You’d have to change but you really really did not want to tell Daryl that had just happened. He was your partner and you were pregnant, so he’d understand but you were sure to get a ya did what now and that would just make you feel more embarrassed. Maybe you could call Carol over and she could help you out of the soiled clothes and hide them until they could be washed. 

Standing on your tiptoes, you grabbed the soft handle of your bag when it happened again. Less of a gush, but a noticeable flow. That’s when reality roundhouse kicked you in the teeth.

Oh shit.

“Hey, Daryl.” You kept your tone even, unalarmed even if you were being absolutely ravaged by panic inside. You left the bag and lowered back down to be flat on your feet. Daryl’s boots were loud on the pavement but at a slow stride. Good. You hadn’t terrified him. 

Yet.

“Yeah?” He noticed where you were standing and glanced into the truck bed. “Need your bag?”

“Well, yes and no.” Your abdomen tightened again, still painless, but aggravating the cramping in your back to a new level. With a hiss through your teeth, you knew you had his full attention without even looking at him.

“S’wrong?” 

You were staring at your feet, expression pinched with pain and concentration while you persevered through the episode. Why the fuck did your back hurt? All too soon, Daryl’s boots were right in front of yours. “I—I think my water broke.” When you could finally think past the throb that was slowly ebbing away into the continuous ache, you raised your head to find him staring at the ground. And then your pants. “What?”

“Ain’t there supposed to be—I dunno—a lot?”

“How the hell should I know? You think I give birth on a regular basis?” You snapped, immediately murmuring an apology. 

“Ya sure ya didn’t just—”

“No, I didn’t piss myself.” More fluid trickled from within you, a miniscule amount but enough to be noticed. “At least I think I didn’t? I mean, I was expecting more of a whoosh. Like Noah’s Ark level of liquid, you know?” And then you were silent. And so was he. You stared at one another, each waiting for the other to say something.

Daryl cleared his throat. “M’gonna—gonna get Hershel.” He turned but barely managed a step before he stopped, looking back over his shoulder. “Or I can stay here? Do ya need me here?”

“Just get Hershel. I’ll be fine for now. Can you get Carol too, please?” You watched him nod, noticed the tick in his clenched jaw, the way he was tapping each fingertip of his right hand against his thumb rhythmically. He was freaking out. And as you felt more liquid soaking into the fabric of your underwear and leggings, so were you. You were wet all the way down past your knees. 

“Daryl said you needed me.” Carol’s voice brought your head up, your expression triggering the worry that took over her own. “What’s wrong?”

“I think—I either really had to pee or my water broke.” You shifted from foot to foot, carefully keeping your thighs apart. You had never felt so humiliated in your entire life. If your father could see you now—well, honestly he’d probably be laughing and saying take it easy, peanut, it’s just some wet pants. 

“It’s okay.” Carol soothed, encircling her arms around your shoulders. “Anything else going on? Contractions?” You nodded. “How often?”

“I don’t know. Like maybe every half hour but my back is killing me. It just—it hasn’t stopped hurting since it started last night.” She was listening so intently that it made you nervous. “The contractions don’t hurt, but man, they make the back pain fucking horrible.”

Carol smoothed your hair and took your face in her hands, giving you that sweet Carol smile. “Sweetheart, I think that your water did break and that you’re in labor.” You felt your eyes widen and your breaths coming quicker. “It’s okay, just breathe. Daryl’s on his way over with Hershel.”

Daryl came straight to you, the nervousness surrounding him so strongly that it made your chest tighten further. He didn’t say anything as he usually did when you floundered over your responses. When Hershel asked permission to examine you then and there, you began to fidget. 

“I guess there’s not much of a choice, is there?” You lamented, looking to your partner. His head was down and he was trembling. You’d have to talk to him later when there was no one else around. 

“I’m afraid not.” Hershel could see you were anxious. His soft spoken words were proof enough of that. 

Daryl climbed into the cab first and helped you in, letting you rest your head on his thigh while Carol pulled off your sodden leggings and underwear. The examination was quick, much to your relief. 

“As far as I can tell, it was indeed your water breaking. We have no litmus paper for confirmation, but the source of the fluid appears to be from the vaginal opening and not the urethra.” You knew this would happen eventually but that made it no less terrifying. “You can likely expect the contractions to become more intense, closer together as you dilate. They may or may not be painful as we talked about. Daryl, you’ll need to time them.”

“Okay.” Was all he said, quiet and contemplative. Hands at your shoulder blades, he helped you to sit up.

“Rick,” the vet called out, “we need to find somewhere safe and fast.” The deputy jogged over, looking quizzically between all the faces. Carol quickly occupied the old man’s place with fresh clothing from your bag, covering your lower half from view. “Y/N will be giving birth soon and needs a quiet, safe enough place to deliver.”

“These are likely to get wet too, but you can’t ride around in soaked clothing. Beth and Maggie had some pads, so I thought maybe they could help, too.” You nodded robotically. This should be the happiest experience of your life and all you could feel was an overwhelming sense of foreboding. What if you screamed during the birth and brought down a herd? What if the baby cried too loud? What if something went wrong? What if? What if? What if?

Carol helped you get dressed and situated in the truck while Daryl looked over a map with the others. You watched him from the side mirror, smiling when you saw that he could barely focus, continuously glancing toward the truck. You could feel the beginnings of another contraction, the twitching inside before your stomach would tighten and you’d need to breathe through the pain in your back. It still wasn’t unbearable but it was enough to coax a whimper from your lips. Right in the middle of the episode, there was a gentle tap on the window. Lori was looking through the glass sympathetically, waiting patiently until you could use the window crank.

“How’re you holding up?” She asked, reaching in to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You saw no reason to lie. “I’m terrified.” Wringing your hands over your belly, you sniffled in an attempt to hold back the tears. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. “I don’t know what to expect. The pain, you know. What if I cause someone to get hurt because I can’t take it? What if something’s wrong with Thumper? What if—”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Her hand landed gently on your shoulder and you lost the battle with the tears that were demanding to fall. “Everything you’re feeling is normal. Well, as normal as it can be in a world full of the walking dead. It’s all going to be fine. All things considered, you’ve handled this pregnancy like a warrior. I have no doubt that you’ll get through bringing that baby into the world just fine.”

You wiped at your face almost angrily. “Really?”

“Really.” She smiled, looking as if she were going to say something else but her eyes moved to somewhere behind you. She squeezed your shoulder. “It’ll all be okay. We’re going to be leaving soon. We’ll find a safe place.” Another glance behind you and, holding her smile, she walked away. 

You were rolling up the window when the driver’s door opened and Daryl climbed in, shutting the door behind him. “Ya doin’ okay?” His voice was just as shaky as he was.

“I’m okay.” You kept your expression soft and reached for his hand. He let you take it. “Are you okay?” 

“Mhm.” He squeezed your fingers and pulled his hand back to start the engine and take hold of the shifter but he didn’t move it.

“Daryl?”

“M’scared shitless.” You blinked for a moment before quickly dismissing the shock from your expression. “Dunno what m’doin’. Dunno how—what m’s’posed to do to help you.” He was staring straight ahead, carefully avoiding your gaze. It was obvious that wasn’t easy for him to admit. 

“Hey.” He ducked his head but he didn’t look at you. “We’re both lost here, but we’ve made it this far.” With a noise of effort and discomfort, you scooted across the seat. The movement had him looking your way with a quick turn of his head.

“What—quit it ‘fore ya—”

“Shut up.” You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him forward for a kiss. It was difficult to hold the position you found yourself in, your back singing with pain, but you both needed the comfort, the closeness. When you separated, you kept the hold on his neck and pressed your forehead to his. “We’re in this together. ‘We’ll handle it’, remember?” Clearing his throat, he waited a moment before he nodded, his forehead bumping yours. 

The van pulled up alongside the truck. With a last kiss to his forehead, you slid back across the seat and slouched to take some of the pressure off your back. Daryl nodded to Rick and then pulled off the roadside and followed behind the others.

“That one actually hurt.” You breathed, rubbing a hand over your belly as the pain faded. You’d been on the road for about three hours, stopping at two homes, both with too many dead wandering too close by. Daryl glanced up at you and then back to the watch he had balanced on top of the steering wheel.

“Last one was ‘bout 21 minutes ago, this’un was ‘bout 52 seconds.” He sat the watch on the seat by his leg and switched hands on the wheel, resting his left elbow on the window panel so he could rub his thumb back and forth across his lip while he obviously chewed the inside of his cheek.

“So they’re lasting about the same amount of time but they’re definitely getting closer together.” Shifting in the seat a little, you hissed at the twinge of pain in your back. “God, my back is the worst part right now, but if it doesn’t get any worse than this, I’ll be golden.” You were very doubtful you’d be that lucky but one could dream, right?

“M’sorry.” Daryl mumbled from behind his thumb.

Your brow furrowed, your head shaking back and forth in confusion. “Why are you sorry?”

“M’the reason you’re goin’ through this.” He cleared his throat sharply, biting into the side of his thumb with more vigor than you’d ever seen before.

“Last time I checked, I was a willing participant in the creation of this tiny human.” You chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. There was a dense fog of tension building inside the cab, one you intended to disperse as quickly as possible before it could soak into either one of you. “This is our baby, Daryl. We decided to do this together.” You started to reach for him but thought better of it for the moment. “We’re going to do this together.”

He looked over at you, glancing back at the road every few seconds. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

You shook your head and smiled fondly. “If the baby is as quiet as you are when they’re upset, then we won’t need to worry about them attracting walkers.” You had meant it as a joke but the archer immediately blanched. “No, Daryl, I just—shit, that was the worst. I’m sorry.”

“Babies cry. How—what—”

“We’ll deal with it when we have to deal with it. Right now, let’s just focus on actually having a baby, okay?” That was enough to at least have him lapse into silence with a nod. You watched the sky darken, knowing two things: there would be no shelter before dark and the vehicles would soon need fuel. Daryl must have been thinking the same, his eyes darting down toward the dashboard. His thumb was hovering in front of his mouth, a smear of blood on each.

“Gonna have to camp tonight.” He swallowed so hard that you saw his throat working. “They’re gonna hafta go lookin’ for fuel.”

“You’re not—”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” The conviction in his tone filled your chest with warmth, even if he didn’t look at you. You couldn’t express your appreciation before another contraction began to build.

“Fuck.” You breathed, holding the side of your belly with one hand while the other reached for the dash. Daryl didn’t need clarification, just reached to pick up the watch. Your back screamed while your stomach tightened and cramped, pulling a whimper from within you that you couldn’t seem to stifle. Breathe, idiot, you told yourself. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It wasn’t the worst pain you’d ever felt, but it still fucking hurt. Seconds felt like hours but soon enough, you could feel the pain ebbing away, your body relaxing. “Christ.” You fell back against the seat, completely wrung out. 

Daryl was still holding the watch, glancing between it, you, and the road. “Minute an' four seconds, last'un was 19 minutes ago.” Before you could comment, the truck sputtered and jerked. The archer was barely able to get it onto the side of the road before it died. He flashed the lights to signal the van, the brake lights illuminating the road ahead as Rick turned around. Daryl’s hands dropped to his lap, his head bowed to stare at them. “Gettin’ closer together.” He almost whispered.

“Yeah.” It was all you could think of to say. “I am not having this baby on the side of the road.” Even as the words left your mouth, you didn’t believe a single syllable.

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[madstwd]

Two is Better than one Pt3

Holy Moly it's Jesus

Daryl x Reader X Rick

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT, Oral (f), pregnancy, mentions of Pregancy changes, dom rick, switch reader, sub Daryl, riding

Season: 6

Hope you enjoy!!!! - mads ❤️

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“Rick please, it's been months since I've done anything exciting” you begged. Rick just looked at you, eyebrow quirked up a small smirk plastered across his face. You were now around 25 weeks pregnant, a small bump was showing but you normally hid it using mostly Daryl's sleeveless vests. You knew what the man was doing, he was waiting for Daryl to finish talking to Denise for his opinion on leaving with them on the run they were about to go. You were stood eager to leave, backpack already hanging off your shoulders, weapons strapped to your hips. Rick was trying not to laugh at your eagerness to leave with them, since the rebuilding begun you didn't have much time with just the two of them. He knew they haven't been very attentive to your needs like they had promised when they conceived the child with you but you understood for the most part. “Rick I already know what he's going to say, that's why I'm asking you” you tried to reason with him. The former sheriff let out a small chuckle, his hand moving to balance on his colt python.

“What she doing ‘ere?” You heard a rugged voice talk from behind you. You tried your best to keep your posture. “She wants to come with” Rick spoke, trying not to break out a smile at daryls reaction to his words. “No” The archer put bluntly.

You sighed, “I'll be with the both of you and listen to everything you tell me to do”

“When has that ever happened?” Rick laughed. You had grown fed up of begging to leave the walls instead too it upon yourself, the gate was open ready for the car to leave. “Fine then” you huffed. Adjusting your backpack and then starting to walk towards the gate. The two men waited expecting you to turn around or turn the other way and walk back home. Instead you continued walking, right down the road. The two began to mumble under their breath swears and other incoherent things before scrambling to the car to race after you.

“Get in” Daryl instructed, holding the door open for you. You smirked at the man before manoeuvring yourself to get in the car. “So boys where we heading?” You asked once you were situated in the back middle seat of the car. “Home” Daryl replied bluntly, his eyes glancing at your baby bump that was more visable now you were sat down. “She stays, you know she'll just leave again” Rick sighed. The ride started off in silence expect for Ricks fingers tapping on the wheel. You could catch Daryl’s eyes falling on you through the back view mirror each time you would smile sweetly at him, a failed attempt to ease his now anger towards you. Rick shuffled through the glove box, causing daryls glare to move from you to the man besides him. “Don't. Please don't. Don't” Daryl Begged as the man pulled out a country music CD and placed it in the radio. The music filled the car as Rick turned the volume up, clicking along with the tune. “Draws them away from home!” He yelled over the sound of the music. You giggled at Daryl's reaction, your hand smoothing over the bump as you felt the baby move around to the music. You reached and touched his biceps, he turned to look at you confused and worried. “Your hand” you smiled, outstretching one for him. He gingerly took it, a confused look on his face when you placed it on your bump. His eyes lit up when he could feel it kick against his touch, a small smile placed on his lips. Rick made eye contact with you in the mirror, his eyes shining with joy as you smiled at the man.

“Rick you passed it” you muttered, spotting the sorghum writing on a roof of an abandoned shed. “Shit” the man muttered as he quickly moved the car into reverse and swerved down the road towards the building. “Stay in the car” Rick muttered. You sighed angrily but stayed out, watching the men as they searched the area, it wasn't until the they opened the trunk of the van that you decided you would get out and join them. Their heads snapped back at you when they heard the door slam. “I thought we told you to stay in the car” Rick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You shrugged, “so what do we have” you asked standing in between the two. They smiled when their height made them able to see the small roundness of your bump that shirt didn't cover. “Food,toothpaste, basically a jackpot” Daryl said. You smiled at him, your arms wrapping around him bringing him in for a quick hug, Daryl blushed as he felt your stomach press into his thoughts slowly creeping into his brain. You pulled away to give one to Rick as well not wanting to leave either of them out. “See anything you want to snack on before we close it?” Rick asked. You took a few chocolate bars and granola bars before walking to the side of the building to allow the boys to sort out the cars.

Daryl was in the car in front of you as Rick was sitting next to you in the truck following him home. His hand was placed on your stomach and he could feel the baby kicking against it as you ate your chocolate snacks. “Do you think he's listening to the CD?” You joked. Rick chuckled, “I'd like to think so but I doubt it- why has he pulled over. Stay in the truck” Rick said. You sighed but nonetheless continued to eat. You watched the two men struggle to lift the vending machine, stifling a laugh when they both looked at it confused. Daryl walked over to the truck, “hey we are going to use the truck to move it” he said, you already began to get out of the truck deciding to sit on the hood of the car instead. You gun laid out next to you as you watched the two men work out how to move this thing. “Doc requested it” Daryl muttered. “Well she saved Carl so I owe her this much” Rick stated, pulling out a can to drink himself. However he didn't get to drink it as a man ran into him, knocking the fan on the floor. The three of you were quick to draw your weapons at the man, he was dressed all back had a mask on the lower half of his face. “Hi” the man stated, raising his hands in a surrender motion. “Back up!” Daryl grumbled. “Now! Keep 'em up!” Rick also instructed to the man. “Whoa, easy, guys. I was just running from the dead.” The man spoke his eye brows raising slightly at you. You could tell he wasn't going to do much, he didn't pull a weapon on them. You quirked an eyebrow up at him. “How many?” You asked “10, maybe more. I'm not risking it. Once it gets to double digits, I start running.” He replied. “I mean fair enough” you joked, the men turned to you angrily at you talking to the man. You shrugged and gave them a small glare before turning your attention back to the other man “do you have a group?”

“No, do you?”

“No” Rick responded. He watched as the man pulled down his masks. “If this is the next world, I hope it's good to you guys.” The man spoke before turning the other way, signalling he was leaving.” I'm Rick. This is Daryl. This is our partner Y/N” Rick introduced, “ What's your name?”

“Paul Rovia. But my friends used to call me Jesus.Your pick.” The man introduced himself, you struggled to stifle a laugh when you looked at Daryl's confused and unamused look at the man.

“You said you didn't have a camp. You on your own?” Rick asked, glancing at the man's appearance.

“Yeah. But, still, best not to try anything.” Jesus spoke, glancing around the area.

“ Best not to make threats you can't keep, either.” Daryl growled, he was now positioned in front of you.

“Exactly.” Jesus said, smiling at you before starting to run away. You gave a soft one back, and began to sit on the hood of the car.

“How many walkers–” rick began to call out to the man as he ran away. “No, not this guy.” Daryl grumbled, helping you scootch back on the car “ How many walkers have you k*lled?” Rick ignored Daryl and continued to call out to him. “Sorry, gotta run. You should, too. Think you've got about seven minutes.” Jesus said before turning the corner.

“What the hell was that?” Daryl questioned, his hand falling to your stomach. You smiled at him, taking you hand in his as he rubbed your swollen bump. “He was clean. His beard, it was trimmed. There's more going on there.”

“ He didn't have a g*n, either.” You added, before sipping on some of the drink Rick offered you from the vending machine. “We could track him, watch him for a while, get to know more. See if he's really alone. Maybe bring him back.” Rick suggested, his gaze looking around the area making sure their conversation wasn't getting any unwanted attention.

“Nah, guy calls himself Jesus.”

Gunshots echoed behind the building alerting you all “car” Daryl instructed as he followed Rick to check out the noise. You groaned heavily, but got off the car and made your way to the driver's seat, figuring if it was something bad you would be able to get away. Thankfully Daryl had left the keys in the car unlike Rick who pocketed the Vans keys. You sat ready to start the car if needed, you watched as Jesus ran back towards the van, climbing in the drivers side. You started the engine of the car, as you heard the truck's engine roar to life. Jesus began to drive away dragging the vending machine with him. You started the car and began to follow the speeding truck, ignoring Rick and Daryl’s shouts behind you. Driving off chasing the man.

You had to swerve when you noticed the vending machine had detached, however thankfully it wasn't long until you watched the car tire burst causing Jesus to make an emergency stop. You stopped just behind him, pulling your gun out in case. “Get out” you demanded, watching as the truck door opened and he stumbled out. He put his hands up surrendering to you with a smile on his face. “I just need the food, I won't hurt you I promise” he said. You nodded lowering your weapon, “we need the food im sorry, help me fix this Tire and I'm sure we can work something out” you offered. The man adjusted his Beanie, giving you a smile. “Sure”

“No heavy lifting, I'm sure they will kill me over chasing you, don't need to add to the fire with changing the tire” you joked. The man's eyes widened. “You're pregnant?!” He smiled, you nodded. “6 months I think, who can tell these days” you joked.

Conversation flowed easily with him, joking about the old world. You found out he was actually part of a group but most of the chatter was about the ‘old world’ as he put it. Jesus stood up from the tire, walking over to where you sat on the hood of the car again. Out of nowhere Daryl swooped in tackling the man to the group, Rick running in cocking his gun Daryl followed shortly after. “Is it even loaded?” Jesus asked, looking up at the two overprotective men. Both of them shot it at an oncoming walker before quickly cocking them again. “Daryl, Rick. Lower the guns, he doesn't even have one” you sighed, standing in the middle of the two. The both turned to you, you could feel their eyes searching for any injuries. You sighed, walking over to the front of the truck. Angry at their protectiveness, and how they weren't trusting you to be safe. You were pregnant, not fragile.

The rest of the was spent watching the two men fight with Jesus, and ending up losing the truck. You were tired and annoyed at them. The car ride was silent, Rick tried to cheer you up by making Jesus fall on Daryl who would just shove him back to the other side of the car. When the car finally made it through the gates you left sorting out Jesus to Daryl and Rick, walking home to get to bed. The men could sense your mood, they understood why you were annoyed at them, but they wanted you to be safe. It was only the stunt you pulled in the morning that even allowed you to join them in the first place.

“Think we took it too far today?” Rick asked. Daryl shrugged “I didn't want her outside, we were just trying to keep her safe.”

Rick nodded, taking a deep breath as he opened the house door. They both walked upstairs to the bedroom seeing you half naked on the bed.

Daryl's shirt was raised above your stomach, the bump covering your entrance from their view. They were pretty much instantly hard, “shit, maybe we can make it up to her?” Rick said, moving towards the bed. Daryl nodded, removing his clothing so he was only in his boxers. His cock strained against the fabric. “Hey love, do you need our attention?” Rick soothed, stroking your enlarged stomach. You nodded, moving so you could easily kiss him. “We're sorry for being so protective today. We just need you and the baby safe.” Rick continued, his lips met yours brining you in for a longing kiss. He felt the baby kick against his hands as he moved them to get rid of the shirt, allowing your swollen breasts to be released from the shirt and bra that held them. “You can't drive off like that, darlin. Gave us a scare” Daryl spoke, kissing your shoulder. The two men showered your tired and changing body with kisses. You could feel your entrance begging to dampen. “Do you think you can forgive us love?” Rick said, his fingers teased your exposed folds, gathering the wetness. “I'll try” you whimpered. Rick flipped you onto all fours, a position that was considered okay now you had the bump.

Rick's hands found your waist, holding you in place, his mouth inched closer to your entrance. You could feel his warm breath on your folds. You whimpered, he watched as your needy body reacted to him. He did one stripe of his tongue up your walls, causing your hips to buck against his face. He then repeated the action before his licks began to focus on your clit. Small kitten licks. His fingers stroked the rest of your folds, spreading his spit around them. “Look at me” you heard Daryl command. He was kneeling in front of you, his hand found your chin lifting your head so you could see his face. “I wanna see your face as ya cum for Rick '' he demanded. You nodded, forcing your eyes to stay open, the familiar coil in your stomach tightening. You moaned loudly as you felt Rick's fingers finally enter you. Curling and scissoring your entrance. “Come on darlin, thing you can cum for us?” Daryl encouraged. Since being pregnant your body has been extra sensitive, the boys touched instantly turned you on. You whimpered loudly feeling rick licks against your clit again, sucking on it occasionally. Daryl's fingers started twisting and pinching your nipples, the over sensitive buds sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. You continued to look Daryl dead in the eye as you orgasmed. Your walls clenched around Rick's fingers and he prolonged it. “Good girl” Daryl said, his chapped lips capturing yours for a kiss.

Whilst you were distracted Rick wasted no time in entering your core. The velvet walls stretched around him as he started to slowly thrust. His hands sprawled across your taught stomach, knowing he was part of the reason for it. “Think you can cum on my cock, love?” Rick asked. “Maybe you can take control over Daryl after because you are being so good tonight”

You nodded. Your arms struggled to hold yourself up as Rick's thrusts became more angled and quickened. Daryl took note, placing your arms on his shoulder giving you more support to make sure you didn't put any pressure on the belly. Rick groaned at the chance of angle, the noise heading straight to the second coil forming in your body. “Come on love, I love feeling you stretch around me. Feeling you clench” Rick encouraged. Daryl's fingers found your tits again, fondling the swollen mounds. You whimpered, your head laying in Daryl's neck. “Rick I want to cum please” you begged. Rick smirked, his thrusts went deeper and harder but slowed in pace. You could feel his cock fully exit you before going straight back in. “Beg for it then” he moaned. You couldn't form words, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. “Go on, tell him how much ya need it darlin” Daryl said. You nodded, the pleasure just right to make you go borderline cock drunk. “Rick please, I….I need to cum, it will help me relax.” You begged. The man smirked, “I can't hear you, who are you talking to” Rick teased. You took in a shuddered breath, “Rick, please, faster” you begged.

“Louder”

“Rick please…I need it faster”

“Louder”

“FASTER RICK PLEASE” you yelled. Almost instantly Rick's speed increased. You could hear the sound of him inside you from your previous orgasm coating him. “Good girl, cum on rick” Daryl whispered, he pinched your sensitive buds again. With one last thrust the coil finally broke. Daryl held you up as you sat back on Rick who ignored your orgasm being too close to him. It wasn't long after you had finally rode out yours that Rick finished.

The boys allowed you to have a mini break before helping you move to Daryl. Daryl had laid back on the bed, grasping his cock so it was straighter. He watched as you crawled over to him, you bump hanging in between you. Rick helped you sit on Daryl's cock. And almost immediately you began to move, causing the man to whimper at the pleasure. You watched as the faster you moved the louder Daryl's whimpers became. “Look at me,” you demanded. Daryl's eyes snapped open, he looked at your face, watching as you smirked as he whimpered. “You're going to cum for your girlfriend Daryl, I need this from you” you spoke. He nodded. “Say it”

“Yes Y/n”

You smiled, you began to bounce on the heels of your feet, Daryl watched as your tits slapped against the top of your stomach as you did so. His hands fell to the swell of your stomach, groaning loudly as you began to circle your hips. He watched as your face contorted with please as Rick began to play with your tits. Daryl enjoyed seeing you pleasure him and get pleasured by Rick. Your pace somehow went faster, you circled, lifted yourself up and down his cock. Daryl's whimpering became whines, you watched as tears formed in the corners of his eyes you pulled every sound you could out of the archer. “Louder, Daryl,” Rick said. “Make sure she can hear you”

Daryl whined, he was getting closer at the minute. “It's okay Daryl, you can cum in me” you moaned. Rick's hands now fondled with your breast and stimulated your clit. Your body leaning back into his. Daryl had grown frustrated with your slowing pace as you got closer to your orgasm, so he started to thrust his hips into you. The added motion makes you almost instantly cum. “fuck Daryl, yes” you moaned. Your praise made Daryl cum, you felt him twitch inside you as he deposited his load.

Rick helped you off Daryl, supported your weak body. The three of you caught your breaths before daryls sat up against the headboard. His legs opened allowing you to sit in between them. Rick left the room to get a towel, returning quickly. He wiped away the dripping cum and sweat from your body. Daryl had his hands around your stomach rubbing it soothingly. You giggled when you felt the baby kick against his hand, “she's active”

Rick dropped the towel, his hands with Daryl's waiting for the kick. You smiled at the two men,caring for the child and you. “I tell you what I hit the jackpot with you two” you smiled. The men chuckled. Them set up the middle of the bed ready for you to sleep. Almost compared to making you a nest. After all the excitement you quickly fell asleep.

You felt Rick and Daryl shoot out of bed, guns drawn at the sight of an intruder. You sat up in bed only to see Jesus being Flashed by the two men.

“We need to talk”

You yawned before retiring to sleep as Jesus left the room, figuring the men could debrief you in the morning.

“Sleep well love”

“I'll be back soon darlin”

You smiled softly as you heard the door click shut.

#the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl imagines #twd daryl #daryl dixon smut #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes

[pagdalumat]

Sa Pagkawalay

"For an Absence" ni Wendell Berry Salin sa Filipino ni J. Daryl Alcantara

Sa pagkawalay ko sa piling mo, ipadadala ko ang puso ko (kung anuman ang pinahihintulan sa mga mortal) upang bantayan ka sa dilim— munting de-pakpak na banaag na ‘di dinadapuan ng antok, gaanoman kahaba ang magdamag. Marahil hindi nito kayang magtanggol o tumulong, ‘di ko rin alam, ngunit tiyak itong magtatanod sa tuwina, nang makatulog ka sa loob ng silid ng puso ko sa loob ng pinagsisilirang dilim. At kung sakaling ika’y maalimpungatan sa wangis ng kwarto mong pinaliliwanag ng iyong pagmamasid, ipagpapalagay mo, “Maaga pa,” at magpapatihulog muli sa kulambo ng iyong pananaginip.

#translated poetry #pagsasalin #sininghaga #wendell berry #sanaysalin

[smutinlove]

It's always, "I love you."

And never,

"Ikaw ang pinaka magaling na tao para saakin. Mamahalin kita kahit ayaw mo na ako. Mamahalin kita kahit wala ka na sa mundo. Mamahalin kita kahit walang gusto sayo. Mamahalin kita dahil ikaw ang gustong-gusto ko. I love you."

To my fictional men, Rick Grimes, and Daryl Dixon.

Thought of this myself. 🤭

#twd #Tagalog #Daryl #marry me rick #Marry me Daryl #the walking dead #thoughts #filipino #fictional men are hot #fiction #Philippines #I love men #on my knees #down bad #ricky dicky doo da grimes #Rick rail me #we are the walking dead #tagalog quotes #made it myself #Dixon #english #multilingual problems #multilingual

[shawtygonemad]

VERMILION: Chapter 19

Daryl Dixon x OC (Rose Dixon)

Vermilion Masterlist

Vermilion Playlist

-Daryl-

We can finally breathe. Alpha and Beta are both dead. The horde of walkers took a swan dive off a cliff. Things could start to piece back together. Even though Alexandria was in shambles. But with everyone working together it should be rebuilt in no time. The first thing that needed to go back up were the walls. Safety was the top priority over everything. Daryl got together with a few others and started to form a construction plan.

Maggie and her people helped a lot. As much as Rose boasted that Maggie solely came back for her, Daryl knew there was something else as well. After tracking down her people and having a heart to heart, he found out that their village had been destroyed. Regardless, Daryl was glad that she was finally home. It made Rose ecstatic which made him happy.

The boys were getting along great with Herschel. The three became instant friends. The already full house just kept getting more crowded. It wasn't a bad thing though. The whole situation reminded him of when they all lived in close quarters at the farm and prison. If only Rick and Michonne were here. Then it would truly start feeling like old times.

When he reentered the home after his morning smoke the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit his nostrils. Rose was awake. He quietly made his way into the kitchen. He noticed her back was to him as she tried to scrape together some breakfast for everyone. The woman jumped in surprise when his arms snaked around her waist. He planted a kiss on her shoulder before nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"Mornin'," he purred against her skin.

"Good morning," she smiled and gave his head a pat. "Someone's cuddly this morning."

"How can I not? I'm married to you," he spoke as he kissed her neck.

She smiled, and shook her head as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Either you did something wrong or you want something from me," she said, amused.

"Ya really think of me like that?" He feigned hurt.

Rose just smiled and turned around in his arms. She wrapped hers around his neck and looked up at him knowingly.

"What do you want, Angel?"

God, he loved that nickname. He'd never admit it to her. Maybe it was just the way she said it or how much love she put into it. Either way, it always left him tingly.

"Not really a want. More like a need," he started.

She gave him a sultry look, thinking this conversation was going somewhere else.

"Kind of like how I need my husband to put his hands all over me?" She purred as she slid her hands down to his chest.

Ugh, the things this woman did to him. She's the only one who could make him turn into complete putty this early in the morning. He quickly bent his neck down and captured her lips with his. Rose hummed with contentment. Daryl slid a hand down to her backside. He gave it a playful squeeze.

"Get a room," Maggie joked as she came downstairs to the kitchen.

"Payback for all the times we had to hear you and Glenn," Rose chimed back.

Maggie gave a sad chuckle. "I suppose that's fair."

"Want some coffee?” Rose asked as she pulled away from Daryl to grab another coffee mug.

"Yes please," Maggie delightfully obliged.

"Ange?" Rose asked as she looked at him.

He shook his head. "Nah. I was gonna ask if it was alright if I went out to hunt for a little bit? See what's left out there."

"I have no problem with that. We're barely scraping by as it is. Just be sure to bring home a giant grizzly bear," she smirked at him.

"Yeah. Will do," he chuckled before leaning down to give her their goodbye kiss. Then he was off for the morning.

Any other time, Daryl would have enjoyed getting away from the noise and basking in the silence outside of the walls. However, after everything that's recently happened he didn't like to stray too far from his family. But after the attacks, resources were becoming low and winter would be upon them in just a few months. They needed to start stocking up.

With the horde of walkers coming and going recently, the pickings for food and game were slim. If nothing came from this hunt then he might have to take a longer multi-day trip outside of the area to try and find something. That would be the last case scenario. It would worry him to no end being away from everyone that long. He knew Rose would be able to handle things at home, but he hated leaving everything in her hands. She already takes on too much on her own, and never receives anyone's offered assistance.

Daryl slowed his steps when Dog froze and stiffened a few feet ahead of him. The animal must have smelt something in the wind. After a moment of stillness Dog took off in a sprint after something. Daryl's natural instinct was to follow after his companion. He wasn't sure what caught Dog's attention, so he decided against calling out after the animal.

When he finally caught up, Dog was a few yards down the path sitting happily with his tail wagging. The profile of a brunette woman was seen petting him. Daryl didn't need to see her face to know it was Leah. There was no one else outside Alexandria's walls Dog would be that friendly with.

"Leah," Daryl grunted.

Leah turned to view him and looked relieved. This made Daryl furrow his brows a bit.

"Daryl, I'm glad you're okay! After I saw Alexandria practically destroyed I didn't know what to think," she sounded worried.

"Alpha's herd ran through it. We got it taken care of though. What're ya doin' 'round here, anyway?" He asked.

"You're still living there? With Rose?" Her concern was off-putting for Daryl.

"Course! Why?"

"You need to get the kids and leave," his ex warned him. "Rose is dangerous and not who she says she is."

This made Daryl scoff. Of course he already knew Rose was dangerous. He was just lucky to have her as a wife rather than an enemy.

"Ya don't know what yer talkin' 'bout," he denied her.

"She's wanted by the government. Which is still around, I guess. Did she tell you that?" Leah questioned, thinking she'd shake Daryl.

"Ain't no real government in a world like this," he shook his head.

"She was with them during her disappearance. They were just about to release a vaccine to prevent us all from becoming infected by the dead! And she destroyed all of it along with half the facility. She's wanted by them," Leah informed him.

"Well good thing they ain't ever gonna find her," Daryl frowned. "Right?"

He briefly knew about what happened before Rose turned up again. Hope had mentioned that these bad people were after her, Rose, and Rick. That was a few months ago, and no one has shown up looking for them. Granted, Rick was still MIA.

"Right?" He growled at her silence.

"They offered immunity and refuge if she was turned in," she quietly said.

"Ya gave them our location?!" He practically shouted.

"Daryl, thank about your kids," Leah tried to reason.

"Oh, now ya want me to start thinkin' 'bout my kids 'n' family? A few months ago you were tryin' ta get me ta leave 'em all behind!"

"Daryl-"

"I can't even look at ya right now," he spat as he quickly turned on his heels.

As swiftly as he could, he started making his way back home. Leah called after him, but he completely ignored her. It must have felt like more salt to her wound when Dog quickly took off after Daryl. They needed to get home and come up with a game plan to protect Rose. It seemed like they could never catch a break.

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Rose paced back and forth in the living room. Daryl had told her about the entire encounter with Leah. The CRM were coming for Rose and they needed to figure out what to do.

"We need to get ya out if here," Daryl said.

"Not happening," Rose shut him down.

"It's how we can keep ya safe," Daryl frowned.

"Tough! I'm not leaving," she stressed.

"Even if I did leave, these people wouldn't care. If they know you've been involved with me in some way then they'll destroy this place and everyone in it," Rose urged.

"There ain't much left for 'em ta destory," Daryl weakly tried to crack a joke and calm down some. She just gave him a tired look.

"Angel, what are we gonna do?" She genuinely asked. "We've been hit with one thing after the next with hardly any time to breathe in between! I don't know if our people can take another fight right now."

Daryl got up from the couch and approached his wife. He place his hands on her biceps in order to stop her pacing. She looked at him with concerned brown eyes.

"We'll figure something out," he reassured her before kissing her forehead.

"Daryl! Rose! Come here!" Maggie could be heard calling for them from outside. A smile prominently be heard in her voice.

"C'mon," Daryl quietly said and he put his arm around Rose's shoulders as he led her outside. "They prolly wanna show us the new walls."

The sun was shining brightly in the sky when they stepped outside. Too bad it did nothing to help the cooling Autumn air. Daryl squinted his eyes against the brightness and tried to see what the commotion was. He let Rose stop and stiffen beside him. His eyes immediately went down to check on her. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she looked forward in awe. Daryl shielded his eyes from the sun to get a better look at what she was seeing. His breath hitched when he got a glimpse.

It was Rick.

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[upismediacenter]

New-look UP Jr. Fighting Maroons Cap Off Return to UAAP

With the 56-71 loss against University of the East last March 1, the UP Junior Fighting Maroons conclude their run in the UAAP 85 Boys’ Basketball Tournament with a record of 1-13. Although putting in a lot of effort before each game and maintaining their vigor throughout, they were unable to end the season on a high note. This caused a series of unfortunate events, for this also marks the final game for captain Jonas Napalang and his five senior teammates, as they will be moving on from the high school scene later this year.

The first game of UPIS after the 3-year tournament drought showed lots of promise, as they bested UE 101-94 last January 15 in an overtime thriller. UPIS star big man Kobe Demisana led the charge, tallying 17 points, 14 boards, 4 blocks and 2 steals in his first game in maroon. Meanwhile, Basty Jacob, his frontcourt duo, scored 19 points and 9 rebounds. Valdeavilla, Napalang, and Melicor also had 18, 17, and 16, respectively.

Kobe Demisana attacks the basket for a lay-up. Via: UAAP Media Team

The succeeding games however, ground the UPJBT’s momentum to a halt as they suffered loss after loss. Their games against UST, Adamson, DLSZ, FEU, and NU all resulted in blowouts. Yet these defeats did not cause them to lose heart because of the overflowing support that they received from the community. Rather, they served as inspiration for the team to fight even harder.

In an interview with Jonas Napalang, he stated that part of his duty as the team captain is to get to know his teammates as he will be leading them throughout the season. A team captain also needs to be professional by being consistent, staying patient, and encouraging his team when they are losing. “We motivate each other by encouraging each other. When the team is down we seniors try not to blame one another, but instead try to uplift each others’ confidence.”

Now a senior, Jonas touched on his experiences compared to his rookie year. “Para sa akin, mas mataas yung expectations ngayon na kami ang seniors,” he said. “Isa ako sa dapat maglead sa team so dapat mature at maging kuya ako para sa mga mas bata sa amin. Nung rookie, kailangan lang mag-attend sa training para maipakitang deserve maging member ng team.” When asked about the additional responsibilities attached to being team captain, he emphasized the importance of being a good role model. “Dapat ako yung nakakaintindi sa lahat and dapat palaging masipag ako sa training, kasi once na makita nilang tamad-tamaran ako, tatamarin din sila.”

Finally, he left a message for those who aspire to join the UPJBT, as well as a message for the team’s supporters. “Ang advice ko lang is focus kayo sa goals niyo, and magstay na positive palagi,” he said. “Para naman sa supporters ng team, sobrang thankful ko talaga sa lahat ng sumusuporta kasi isa silang dahilan kung bakit lumalaban pa rin kami kahit natatalo.” He also shared his mindset on his career moving forward. “For me, hindi pa ako tapos and mayroon pang college, so lalo pa akong magsisipag and pagsisikapan kong mag-improve.”

UPJBT Team Photo. Via: UPJBT Instagram Page

Jonas is joined by Kobe Demisana, Marcus Raymundo, Clark Cordero, Karl Villaverde, and Floyd Florentino as the seniors who will be graduating high school in summer. UPJBT supporters however, still do have a bright spot to hold on to, as the seniors will be leaving behind a young, established team led by the 1-2 punch of Rocco Melicor and Sebastien Jacob, accompanied by the versatile scoring ability of Daryl Valdeavilla. //by Reiñell Fajardo and Rocel Bautista

#MC2023 #MC2024 #Sports #English #Reiñell Fajardo #Rocel Bautista

[daryllejoygevero]

Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.

Hello, I am Darylle Joy Gevero, a BSIT-Drafting from SKSU-Isulan. I really love mesmerizing memories especially those experiences from such events who shaped me of who am I today.

Want to know what my favorite holidays as a child was?

Since my family was originated from Pampanga, Kapampangan’s traditions focus more on celebrating festivals. Personally, my favorite among holidays as a child was the Giant Lantern Festival. The festival showcases the biggest, most colorful, most innovative and most meaningful lanterns. Each barangay of the city creates a giant lantern to showcase their talent and craftsmanship. We usually head to San Fernando for Ligligan Parul (Giant Lantern Festival), which is held at the Paskuhan Village every year. Aside from the festival’s concept, I just wanted to share that the giant lanterns symbolized unity for the area's residents from the concept design to labor. It really amazed me seeing those giant and incredible lanterns made by our talented and creative crafters, and I really appreciate how it signifies how creative and united Kapampangans are.

In related to this matter, I can say that traditions represent a critical piece of our culture. They help form the structure and foundation of our families and our society. They remind us that we are part of a history that defines our past, shapes who we are today and who we are likely to become.  Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire. Once we ignore the meaning of our traditions, we're in danger of damaging the underpinning of our identity.

As for now, as an adult, celebrating ang valuing festivals is the tradition that I really wanted to keep alive.  What’s yours then?

#valuetradition

[lvcthng]

So blessed to have Daryl in my life. Wait.. mag bisaya lang ko karon lol. Di ko kalimot di ko ganahan nya kay ga base rako sakong mga nadunggan. 😅 Hantod sa nag share sya about himself, about sa iyang past, ug sa mga present na panghitabo ato na time. The more I got to know him personally, I realized I was so wrong for judging him based lang sa mga giingon sa ubang tawo about him. I realized naging one-sided ko and I felt bad kay naging judgmental kos tawng di pa jud nako ka close and wa ko kybaw sa tanan nyang gipagdaanan. Kapoy na type so mu skip nalang ko. Lol. So yeah, grabe, after all I’ve been through and I know most of you wa kybaw sa mga gipagdaanan nako sauna - mga nahitabo sakoa na wa ko natagaan og hustisya, etc. Now, God gave me someone who treats me like a queen. Tanan gusto nako since uyab pami hantod ron, iya nang ihatag (food na sya ha, di ko materialistic lol). Grabe iyang respeto sakoa and tanan na deserve para sa babae, iyang gipakita ug gihatag. Samot na ron na minyo nami mas misamot pa iyang pag alaga. He loves me in ways that other men didn’t. Na appreciate kaayo nako sya and sa tanan nyang gibuhat. I thought wa nay muabot na tamang lalake for me but naa jud diay plano si God sakoa. Worth it kaayo ❤️ Tinuod jud diay na muabot ra ang right time and I’m so thankful kay God for all the blessings na gihatag Niya karon especially gibiyayaan mi’g baby. 🥺💕

[obxsprincess]

mon ange 💞

yes yk my actually identity now, but dove is cuter n so... hi babe 🤭

i need a new tv show to watch 😩 your girl is struggling rn, send recs ‼️‼️

-🕊️

hehe hiii babes !!! 🩰🎀 m’a professional show enthusiast so !!! here we gooooooo (I usually go for comedy drama handjjabzn)

shameless is soooo good omggg!! n don’t even get me started on lip… and kevin… and veronica ughhh the whole cast is sooo fine trust me

currently on season 3 of the walking dead !! def def recommend (but its kinda gross gore!) also really really fine cast… but daryls forever mine jahbcnah

orange is the new black too omg!! idk even know how to explain it its just hilarious

(wait babes you’ve seen outer banks right?? rafe?! jj?!)

#my pretty 🕊️ anon <3 #🎀 princess gossips #can u tell I watch to much shows lololol

[journal-of-a-potato]

Unti-unti ko ng sinusubukang tanggapin na wala na. Starting by admitting na wala na wala na kami sa mga nakakaalam ng relationship namin like LZ, office mates ko na kilala siya, his family, and My family.

Dec 26, birthday ng kapatid ko habang nagkakaraoke kami at siya yung kumakanta, hinawakan ko ang cellphone niya para mag scroll. Scroll lang, walang halong kahit ano, maniningin lang ng mga post at videos sa timeline. I opened the fb app but naalala ko na much better if tiktok nalang, nahide ko na yung app but nakita ko na may story siya, which is picture niya habang naka-mask. Bumalik ako sa app to make sure if tama ba nakita ko. Wala namang problema, pero I thought na parang di ko to nakita sa mga myday sa phone ko, (again, normal lang na nag wonder ako) so I just checked kung sino-sino nag react kasi syempre di siya yung tipo ng tao na nagpopost ng picture niya. Walang kahit na ano na tumatakbo sa isip ko kasi wala namang masama dun. Nakita ko lang na iilan lang nag react and may isang girl na nag send ng heart react tas si daryl f. May chat sa myday. At first ni ignore ko. Kasi wala namang problema sa pag rereact sa myday. Nihide ko na uli fb, but ewan ko kung anong meron pero naisipan ko uli balikan and iclick yung heart react nung girl and there nakita ko na may habang conversation, napataas kilay ko ng makita ko na ang chatty niya at maresponse lalo na ng makita kong restricted yung chat. Nag scroll up ako until umpisa and nag skim, sa chat ni girl I know na crush niya si Mac. Napansin ata niya na nagbago timpla ko, kaya pilit niya kinuha phone niya ichachat niya daw kuya niya na isend yung kt docs niya sa office sa lead niya since nalimutan niya daw blah blah. I thought na idedelete niya ying conversation but hindi at nabalikan ko pa. Sa conversation na yon, sa pagsskim ko, umagaw sa atensyon ko yung pangalan ni Sharmin na once lang namention at tumatak talaga sakin.

"kumusta na kayo ng bestfriend kong si Sharmin." Na sinagot niya ng, "sakanya mo nalang itanong." Isang beses lang namention, pero dito ko napagtanto na mali ako ng minamata, hindi ito yung tamang tao. Late ko na narealize na yung chat nila ni sharmin yung dinelete niya habang nakatayo siya at parang di mapakali nun(magpapasend lang ng kt docs sa kuya pero kelangan pa tumayo?).

Para akong binagsakan ng langit at lupa. Sobrang lungkot ko. Di ko alam ang gagawin ko ng gabing yon. Habang nasa sala kami ng pinapauwi ko na siya(ayaw niya matulog sa bahay), nakita ko nag send ng friend request yung isnag account ni sharmin. Tinanong ko siya kung sino yun, sabi niya, wala lang daw. Pero alam ko na kung sino yun.

Buong gabi ko inisip kung qnong gagawin ko pero di pa rin ako makapaniwala. Di ko alam gagawin ko. Di ako mapakali. Inaya ko siya magkape kinabukasan.

Dec 27, 2023. And usapan ay 2pm pero mas maaga siya dumating. Madami akong trabaho kaya 4pm na kami nakaalis papuntang nlex para magkape. After namin mag take out sa sb at pumarada. Kumain kami habang tahimik at tanging tunog lang ng spotify ang naririnig. Java chip ang pareho naming inorder, macadamia cookies ang pastry niya habang 4 cheese bread ang akin. Binasag ko ang katahimikan at kinamusta siya. Pormal ang way ko ng pakikipag usap. Sumagot siya at nagkwento.

Hanggang sa tinanong ko siya kung kumusta sila ni Sharmin. Natahimik siya. Sa mahabang katahimikan na yun ko nakuha ang sagot. Inulit ko ang tanong, na sinagot niya ng "siya tanungin mo".

Hindi ko na matandaan ang mga sumunod na pangyayari, tinatanong ko siya na parang tropa alam kong nangmomock ang tunog ko sakanya. Pero ang sakit sakit. Hindi niya ako masagot. Dinedeny niya.

Mahabang katahimikan uli, sunod sunod na tumulo ang mga luhang

[inangkaliwanagan]

Ang Ating INA NG KALIWANAGAN Ipininta ni Daryll Hao Tudela akriliko sa kambas, 2018

#ave maria #maria #mary #birheng maria #virgen maria #virgin mary #blessed virgin mary #inang maria #mama mary #ina ng kaliwanangan #inang santisima ng kaliwanangan #madre santissima del lume #nuestra señora de la luz #nuestra señora de la lumen #our lady of light #birhen ng cainta #virgen de cainta #virgin of cainta #daryll hao tudela

[pagdalumat]

kung paano tumula kung close reading; kung paano mag-close read kung tula

ni J. Daryl Alcantara

mayroon munang pagtatanggi bago ang pagtatangi.

kumbaga, paglingon muna bago ang pagtutok. sa isang bahagi,

pagtitig, sa kabila, pagtatatwang magbansag.

kumbaga ay tangka lamang ang lahat ng ito upang sumahin

ang bawat danas ng buhay o ang buhay sa bawat danas,

na sa sandali ng pagsulat ay ikinukulong na sa daigdig

ng tulang hiwalay sa ligid at panahon ng mismong daigdig na pinaghanguan nito.

ang totoo ay wala sa laylayan ng kwadro ang bigat ng katotohanan.

katumbas lang ng kung ano ang ipinaroon sa loob ang ipinalalabas dito.

#philippine literature #tula #thewritersguild #sininghaga #filipino poetry

[aimless-pilgrims-silva-rerum]

Nie jestem jakimś mocnym fanem mang. Bardzo je cenie, ale nigdy nie mogę się przemóc, by otworzyć jedną, czy drugą, która ma sto, dwieście, czy jakąś inną absurdalną ilość epizodów. Tym razem jednak natrafiłem przypadkiem na one-shota, czyli jednoodcinkową produkcję autorstwa Tatsuki Fujimoto. Mangaka jest znany najbardziej z "Chainsaw Man", gdzie anime na jej podstawie jest jednym z najlepiej ocenianych na dzień dzisiejszy.

Nie spoilerując dużo jest to dość ciekawa historia, gdzie śledzimy chłopca w wieku nastoletnim nagrywającego życie otrzymanym przez mamę aparatem komórkowym. Z racji krótkiej formy pod tym bardzo niedokładnym streszczeniem kryje się znacznie więcej. Pierwsza część jest dość dziwna, ale później wiele wątków się rozwiązuje. Nadal jest to troszkę surrealistyczna, eeire (pun intended) opowieść, której warto poświęcić tę niecałą godzinę życia. Dla mnie głównym motywem jest to, że w naszych rękach jest to jak zapamiętamy osoby, które od nas odeszły. Niezależnie od ich prawdziwych cech. Dodatkowo od pewnego momentu zaciera się granica tego co jest nagrane, co rzeczywiste, a co wyreżyserowane. Zostawia to więcej pytań niż odpowiedzi nawet patrząc retrospektywnie na całość. To bardzo mnie uderzyło. Więcej powiedzieć nie mogę, bo odbierałoby to już pewną radość z odkrywania tego samemu.

Jeszcze na sam koniec drobna notka jak dowiedziałem się o istnieniu tego dzieła. Na kanale analizującym gry "Daryl Talks Games" w jednym z napisów końcowych do odcinka znalazł się easter egg, albo teaser, z panelem z mangi. Użyłem Google Lens, by się dowiedzieć, co to do dokładnie za tytuł. Może na tym kanale YouTubowym za niedługo pojawić się analiza, bo nie raz mówił o zainteresowaniu tą dziedziną sztuki, a nawet raz miał specjalny odcinek o przedstawieniu zjawiska "niepokoju zbiorowego (ang. collective anxiety)" na podstawie anime. Dość ciekawa historia, polecam oglądnąć.

PS Strona, do której podlinkowałem czasem chce sama z siebie przekierować na jakieś szemrane strony reklamowe, czy scamowe. Jeśli byłby to mocny problem, to tutaj jest mirror: https://mangatoto.com/series/103374

#manga #one-shot #Goodbye Eri #さよなら絵梨 #Tatsuki Fujimoto

[junijurokunisenyon]

Kahapon

Sa sobrang daming nangyari kahapon, kailangan kong mag meditate at i-kwento rito ang mga bagay na mananatili sa akin sa loob ng mahaba-habang panahon. Katulad noong Oktubre, nakaraang taon, sobrang daming nangyari noong buwan na ‘yon na napagtanto kong masaya ang buhay sa labas ng internet.

Buong maghapon kong inisip si Dale. Dahil sa angel number 1111, nalaman ko na nando’n siya sa place kung nasa’n ako kahapon. Pero dumating muna ang hapon bago ko siya nasilayan. Mangyayari pa lang ang kasukdulan nang makita ko siya. Kahit may mga nangyari na, may mga mas nangyari pa. Nasabi sa akin ng dalawa kong kaklase na may gusto sa akin ‘yung isa kong kaklase. Sa totoo lang, parang matagal ko na namang alam. Halata naman, eh. Saka wala naman akong magagawa riyan, siguro mas mainam kung hahayaan ko na lang. Nasabi ko rin ‘yung course na kukuhain ko sa dalawa kong kasama. Last na ‘yun, hindi na ako uulit. Matapos naming kumunsulta sa guidance counselor, nasabi ko tuloy. Okay lang naman, pero last na talaga ‘yun, para rin sa akin. 

Pagkakita ko kay Dale kahapon, may kasama siya na tatlo. Feel ko isa ro’n si Joy. Masaya ako para sa kaniya, sinusubukan nga niya kung ano ang kailangan niyang subukan. ‘Yung mga ganoong bagay, dapat talaga na pinagsasawalang-bahala. Dahil kung para sa akin ang isang bagay, gagawa’t gagawa ang kalawakan para magkita kami sa kalagitnaan. Tama? 

Pagtapos noon, para akong nakaramdam ng kirot sa puso ko. Kasi nandoon na ako sa punto kung saan napagtanto ko na hindi siya para sa akin. Hindi ngayong panahon, o baka pati sa mga susunod na panahon. Salamat sa lesson na pinabaon niya sa akin dadalhin ko hanggang sa mga susunod pa. Inisip ko na baka nakita niya ako, inisip ko na baka nahiya siya sa akin kasi hindi na siya lumingon pa sa likod. O baka naman hindi niya ako nakita. Wala namang masama, pero nasaktan ako, nalungkot ako. Hindi ko siya gusto bilang kaibigan, pakiramdam ko, hindi ko siya magugustuhan bilang kaibigan lang. Kaya kailangan ko ng disiplina.

Sorry. Pinag-alala ko ‘yung mga tao rito sa bahay dahil iniisip ko na ayos lang sa kanila at nasanay ako na walang nag papakita ng gano’n. Gusto kong matuwa, dahil nag-alala sila sa ‘kin, gusto kong sumigaw sa tuwa, dahil concerned sila sa akin. Gusto ko silang yakapin dahil nag-alala pala sila sa akin. Totoo naman pala na mahal nila ako, hindi lang sa paraan na kaya kong ipakita sa kanila. May iba silang paraan ng pagpapakita ng pagmamahal at sa tingin ko, ayos lang ‘yon. Sa tingin ko, kailangan kong tanggapin na may kani-kaniyang paraan ang mga tao ng pagpapakita ng pagmamahal sa kanilang mga kapwa. Kaya naiintindihan ko ang sarili ko kung bakit ako nainis. Mahal ko sila, salamat sa concerned at pag-aalala na mayroon sila sa akin. Hinahayaan nila akong idiskubre ang mundo, pero may mga limitasyon akong dapat maisaalang-alang. Pagtapos ng lahat, kapakanan ko pa rin naman ang iniisip nila. Alam ko naman na may tiwala sila sa akin, ngunit sa ganitong panahon, hindi naman maiiwasan ang mag-alala. Kaya kasalanan ko rin. I’ll be better next time para sa kanila. Gusto kong ipakita na naa-appreciate ko sila sa ganoong paraan man lang. 

Salamat at buhay ako.

Swerte pa ako kagabi kasi nakasabay ko si Daryll. Buti na lang talaga.

Nagpapasalamat ako kay Arabelle at Mary Grace na concerned din sa status ko sa buhay. Napapaligiran ako ng mga taong may malasakit kaya dapat ko ring intindihin ang mga sinasabi nila. Kaya kailangan ko munang intindihin ang nararamdaman ko dahil alam ko may rason ang bawat bagay. 

Nakita ko rin si Jonil kagabi nu’ng nakasakay na ako pa-uwi. Kasama niya girlfriend niya, sana nag enjoy siya. At sana masaya siya.

Sa guidance counselor na nakausap ko kahapon, gusto kong mag pasalamat sa pagiging mahinahon niya. Napaka-welcoming ng binigay niyang atmospera sa amin at nagtitiwala siya na kaya namin. Salamat, nagkaro’n kami ng motibasyon.

Salamat sa mga interaction kahapon. Kasama na si Faith na nagpahiram sa akin ng reviewer, salamat kasi may mga ganito akong tao na nakapaligid sa akin. Salamat kay Faith, kailangan kong i-konsidera at mag bigay simpatya, pati na rin ang disiplina sa sarili ko dahil binigyan niya ako ng hard copy ng reviewer. Gusto ko lang makinig sa kaniya kahit medyo nag s-space out ako kagabi sa dami ng nangyari at iniisip ko. Crush ko siya, nakakatuwa siya at ina-admire ko siya. Gusto ko lang mag good luck sa mga susunod pa, gusto kong maging present kung kailanganin niya ng emotional support. Gusto ko, sa paraan na ‘yon, nagpapasalamat na ako.

Ngayong araw, magpapahinga ako. Kailangan kong magpahinga dahil napagod ako kahapon. Matapos kaming pumunta ng UP, dumiretso kami sa Madonna of Japan. Nag picture-picture sa city hall ng Tacloban, nakita namin doon si Jonil, nagpalit ng damit, ‘tapos dumiretso ng Magsaysay. Ilang beses din akong natapilok, sa tingin ko ayos lang ako kahit medyo masakit. Nakakita ako ng pugad na pinamamahayan ng mga antik. Bumili kami ng cassava sa stick na tag-10 pesos habang naglalakad pabalik ng Leyte High. Tumambay saglit, pagtapos namin makausap ‘yung guidance counselor. Nakita ko si Dale. Sinabi sa akin ni Mary Grace saka Arabelle na crush ako ni Mike. Pumunta kami sa inalisan ko na boarding house para i-refund ‘yung half of deposit. Narinig nina Arabelle saka Mary Grace ‘yung pinag-usapan namin ni Ma’am Gina. Binalik niya sa akin at nag-thank you na rin ako. May rule kasi sila at buti na lang kinonsidera nila ako. Nag McDO kami kasi sabi ko sa kanila, “kapag nakuha ko ‘yung pera,” ililibre ko sila. Nagkita kami ni Faith, nag dinner kami sa McDo rin. Nag-usap kami hanggang alas 8 ng gabi. Nakita ko uli si Jonil kasama girlfriend niya na may hawak na plastic bag ng Savemore noong pa-uwi na ako. Nakasakay pa ako, last trip na ng bus. Nakasabay ko pag-uwi ‘yung nakasabay ko papasok na kapit-bahay kong si Daryll. Ligtas akong umuwi. Tinulungan pa ako nu’ng crim student na babae sa bag ko. Salamat sa kaniya. Nanghingi pa ako ng 5 pesos kay Daryll haha. Nabayad ko na rin ‘yung deposit sa pinaglipatan kong boarding house bago kami pumunta ng UP. Nangyari ‘yun after naming kumain sa tapsilogan pagtapos ng exam. Ia-address ko na ‘yung problema ko kay Rhea. Para sa peace of mind ko. 

Tatanggapin kung ano ang likas, ngunit hindi magpapadala sa agos ng maling landas. Kailangan kong manatili sa posisyon ng tama, dahil mataas ang pangarap ko at desidido akong abutin ‘yon kahit na ano’ng mangyari.

[dmnaje]

Ang Mabuting Estudyante ng DBTI (Naratibo)

ni Daryll Matthew Naje

Unang araw ng eskwelahan sa Don Bosco, pumasok na ang mga estudyante sa loob ng kani-kanilang silid-aralan, may isang estudyante, pangalan niya ay Mike. Habang wala pa si Mike, nilapitan niya ang bago niyang klasmeyt na si Gel, nag usap sila at naging kaibigan sila. At dahil bago pa lang si Gel, nahihiya pa siya dahil siya ay nasa bagong kapaligiran, kaya kinausap na lang siya ni Mike para maging komportable siya sa bago niyang eskwelahan. Pinakita ni Mike yung buong eskwelahan para alam ni Gel kung saan-saan siya pupunta. At habang lumilipas ang oras, naging komportable na si Gel sa bago niyang eskwelahan at sa mga klasmeyts niya dahil kay Mike. Nagpapasalamat si Gel kay Mike dahil magalang ang mga tao sa Don Bosco at naging masaya na agad si Gel sa bago niyang silid-aralan.

[abieceedee]

Midnight 💭 Thoughts

Pansin ko lang na kaming mag-asawa ay nasa stage na super duper close with each other kaya ang tendency, laging may friction sa pagitan naming dalawa. Thursday palang ngayon pero naka-tatlong tampuhan na kami ngayong week - which is unusual sa peace-loving character naming dalawa. Parehas naman kaming at fault pero pansin ko lang na mas mabilis ng uminit ang ulo ni Daryll sakin. 🤣 HAHAHA i mean, ganito parin naman ako, makulit, nagger at hyperactive paminsan minsan... Konting kulit ko o kaya magiging palatanong lang naman ako kasi meron akong mga hindi maintindihan sa proseso nung conversation, bigla bigla nalang syang magtataas ng boses. Ayaw na ayaw ko pa naman yung nasisigawan ako.

Pero i still love him parin naman with everything that i am. Naninibago lang ako sa mga little wars na nagaganap samin lately.