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crossbowking · 2 years

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Summary: (Set early season 4) A close call brings out a fiery side to Daryl.

Request: First of all I LOVE YOU SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️ My request is with this one we got right here... Angry Daryl. Since this scene was one of the best angry Daryl moments👀 - @sweatywildpanda (GIF selected below)

A/N: And I love YOU! Thanks for the request! Angry Daryl makes my stomach go LAKSDFJLKSDFHAKS lol this scene is so amazing, but I decided to switch it up a little to incorporate the Reader :)

Hope you like it!

xx Jess

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"Bob, let it go!”

"Let it go, man! Just let it go!"

“Let go of the bag, man!”

You gnashed your teeth together, attempting to readjust your vice-like grip around Bob's ankle as the others continued their pleas around you.

The upper half of the man's body hung precariously off the side of the walkway your group teetered on, a ferocious hoard of walkers having formed just below, pulling on one strap of his backpack — Bob continued to hold desperately onto the second, the other’s shouts unheard amongst the roar of the dead.

Tyreese knelt beside him then, attempting to shake off the dead’s grasp while Michonne stabbed her katana downward, trying to fend off the growing herd one by one.

"I'm losing him!" you cried out, feeling him slowly begin to slip away.

"Drop the damn thing, Bob!" the archer's voice suddenly sounded, cutting through the noise as he dropped beside you, grabbing onto the waistband of the man's pants and tugging backward.

The struggle ensued until finally, you felt the tension give way, allowing you and Daryl to pull Bob back onto the safety of the walkway. You fell onto your backside with a huff, your fingertips feeling fuzzy as you stretched them out, hissing softly from the strain.

A hand appeared in front of you then, calloused, dirt-stained, familiar. “Hey, ya good?” Daryl rasped as you took his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you nodded, slightly out of breath before you turned to look at Bob.

His bag — the one that’d nearly cost him his life — was now held close to his chest, his arms wrapped around it protectively as he shifted somewhat nervously back and forth.

“What the hell, man?” Daryl broke the silence, taking a step toward him.

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, Bob — what were you thinking?” Michonne interjected, much calmer than the archer, her brow furrowed with concern.

Tyreese inserted himself between Michonne and Bob, holding his hands out. “Listen, this conversation can wait — we need to get back to our people, get these meds in them,” he reasoned.

“Ty’s right — we can talk about this later,” you nodded, stepping forward and shooting Daryl a look, urging him to let it go.

The archer hesitated briefly before relenting, pushing past Bob without another word and heading towards where he'd dropped his crossbow moments ago.

Bob glanced back at you, his expression twisted in what looked like guilt and you felt a pang of pity. "It's okay," you tried to reassure him, shooting the man a tight-lipped smile.

He simply hung his head as he turned to follow the others.

But then, as Bob readjusted his hold around the bag he'd clung to, the unmistakable sound of glass clinking echoed from its confines.

You froze, mid-step, as the others whipped around and stared back at Bob in utter disbelief. A moment of stillness stretched between you before Daryl suddenly stormed back towards the shell-shocked man, his expression skewing, turning nearly animalistic as he reached for the bag.

Except when the archer grabbed it, Bob didn’t let go — instead, the man jerked it in the other direction, leading to a very brief “tug-of-war” of sorts. You could see Daryl growing more frustrated, Bob more desperate, and quickly stepped forward to mediate the situation.

“Hey, hey, come on!” you tried to intervene, placing a hand on Bob’s shoulder from behind him.

Although when the man yanked the bag back once again, this time with even more force, the strap Daryl held slipped from his grasp. The momentum forced Bob to collide into you, sending you careening backward towards the edge of the walkway, a swarm of the dead just beneath. Your arms flailed, lungs seized, as you teetered on the lip of the rusted metal with a strangled gasp, fighting futilely for balance.

But gravity did what it did best.

And so you squeezed your eyes shut, and in the next moment, you were falling.

Except when the ground never rushed up to meet you, your eyes snapped open.

It wasn’t until then that you felt it — a hand, wrapped around your own, suspending you in mid-air.

Calloused, dirt-stained, familiar.

A gasp flew past your lips as you were suddenly yanked back onto the walkway, crashing into the archer’s solid chest. You grabbed onto the front of his vest, your legs feeling wobbly as the reality of what almost just happened rocked through you.

Daryl gripped his fingertips around either of your arms, studying you somewhat frantically as you steadied in his grasp.

The pressure beneath his touch grounded you further.

“I’m —” you heaved, still unable to catch your breath. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” you managed, nodding shakily, unsure of who you were trying to convince.

The archer’s expression shifted then, darkened, in a way you’d never seen before — then he whirled around, his back now to you. “You stupid son of a bitch,” he snarled, crossing to Bob in two long strides and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Daryl, don’t —” Michonne attempted to intervene, though her words fell on deaf ears.

“Ya could a’ fuckin’ killed her!” the archer growled, giving Bob a rough shake.

“It was an accident — I didn’t mean — I swear —” Bob fumbled for the right words, glancing at you from over Daryl’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m —”

“Save it,” Daryl hissed sharply, yanking away the bag still in Bob’s grasp and pushing past him, pulling the top open and peering inside. He stilled, scoffing harshly as he reached in and pulled out a bottle of liquor.

You felt your stomach twist — you’d nearly lost your life over a cheap, half-drunken bottle of whiskey.

“Got no meds in your bag? Jus’ this?” the archer rasped, betrayal laced around the words.

The resounding silence that followed was the only answer needed.

Daryl shook his head in disbelief. “Ya should a’ kept walkin’ that day,” he growled.

He held Bob’s remorseful stare a moment longer before turning from him, gripping the neck of the bottle, and cocking his arm back — but right before he could launch it over the side of the walkway, Bob suddenly spoke.

“Don’t,” he warned, shifting so his hand hovered over the gun strapped against his waist — he had only moved an inch or so, but the intent was clear.

Michonne and Tyreese’s attention snapped towards Bob, equal looks of bewilderment in their gazes, like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. You felt a swell of anger rise in your chest, turning your skin red-hot, prickling beneath the surface. The hunting knife you kept tucked in the sheath around your thigh slid into your hand.

Daryl, on the other hand, didn’t even seem phased by the minuscule threat. He stalked towards Bob like a feral animal, closing the distance between them, eyes narrowed, chest puffed, as though daring him to make another move. He grabbed Bob’s gun from its holster and you almost wondered if the archer would put a bullet in him for even considering what had crossed his mind — but instead, he gripped onto the collar of Bob’s shirt once more, looking a moment away from losing what little restraint he had left.

“Just let it go, Daryl,” Tyreese spoke up before the tension could spill over. “The man made his choice. Nothing you can do about it — just gotta let it go.”

“I didn’t want to hurt nobody,” Bob hung his head, shaking it sadly, unable to make eye contact with anybody. “It was just for when it gets quiet.”

You let out a shaky breath, catching Daryl’s eye from over Bob’s shoulder. Something flickered over his expression — resolve, maybe even understanding. But his features hardened quickly as he pressed the bottle against Bob’s chest. “Ya take one sip before those meds get in our people…” he threatened, leaning forward until they were practically nose to nose. “I will beat your ass into the ground,” he growled harshly, giving him a quick shove. “Ya hear me?”

No one spoke as Daryl’s threat hung in the air before one of the dead hanging out of the window you’d escaped through let out a low moan.

It was time to go.

Michonne and Tyreese began climbing off of the walkway, staying hidden from the cluster of walkers still huddled on the opposite side. Daryl tucked Bob’s gun into the waistband of his jeans before motioning you forward. You side-stepped around Bob, who remained rooted in place, his eyes downcast in shame.

When you got to the archer’s side, you glanced at him, seeing worry behind the detached facade he usually wore. You could tell he wanted to say something, but it seemed like he couldn’t find the right words — you wanted to reassure him you were fine but your voice was lost somewhere inside your chest.

So instead, you began maneuvering your way down the walkway.

You let out a sigh of relief when your feet finally touched solid ground, still feeling shaky from what happened moments ago. You snuck around the side of the Veterinary College and met up with the others, Daryl and Bob following close behind.

The group took off without another word, walking in silence, each lost in their thoughts. You were heading in the direction of the old factory building down the road — the minivan you’d found at the service station parked just outside.

When you felt a presence suddenly at your side, you didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“Ya alright?” came Daryl’s gruff voice, soft enough that only you could hear it.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye before focusing ahead. “I’m okay,” you nodded, kicking at a stray rock with the toe of your boot. “Thank you for — well — you know,” you trailed off, not needing to specify.

You’d be dead if it weren’t for him, plain and simple.

The archer merely grunted, never having been one to accept gratitude easily.

You looked at him once more. “Are you alright?” you asked pointedly — you were familiar with Daryl’s anger, his short-temper. It was a defining trait of his but back on the walkway…he’d almost lost control.

Daryl’s jaw tightened, like a fresh wave of fury washed over him. He shrugged a shoulder up, mumbling something under his breath. When you remained quiet, he peeked a look at you, regarding you seriously. “I would a’ killed him, ya know.”

Your footsteps faltered, the archer trailing to a stop beside you. The other’s slowed up ahead, only continuing when you motioned for them to carry on. You faced him head on then, concern evident in your features as he rubbed the back of his neck, albeit awkwardly, like he realized he said too much.

“Daryl —”

“S’ true,” he interrupted, his words carrying more conviction. “If you’d — if ya went over or —” he shook his head as though just the idea of it was too much to bear. “I would a’ killed him.”

A soft sigh slipped past your lips as you lowered your eyes. Part of you wished you disagreed, but an even bigger part of you understood where he was coming from — if you lost Daryl, if anything ever happened to him…you weren’t exactly sure what you’d do.

You met his gaze. “I’m okay,” you reiterated, more gently this time.

Daryl studied your expression, something inscrutable flashing over his face before he ducked his head down, nodding once. “Good,” he murmured before looking up and flicking away the hair that fell over his face. “Let’s keep it tha’ way.”

You fought back the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth, standing up straight and mock-saluting him. “Sir, yes, sir.”

The archer snorted a breath, some of the tension he carried fading. “Smartass,” he rasped, though the flicker of amusement that flashed over his features sent your heart thrumming. “C’mon,” he reached out then and grabbed your shoulder, squeezing softly, before nudging you forward after the others.

You could’ve sworn you still felt his touch — long after he let go.

Fin.

A/N: Thank you for your patience, everyone! I know I haven't written for Daryl in a while - branching out into other fandoms (specifically Stranger Things!) has really helped me get back into the swing of writing. But even if I don't write for Daryl as much anymore, he still has a very special place in my heart (alongside Eddie Munson now because lawddddd have mercy)

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this one! It was supposed to be a 200 word drabble but somehow transformed into a 2k word fic lol but I appreciate all of you!

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ficnation · 1 year

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“I'm not leaving you” - Shane x Reader

Prompt: "I'm not leaving you!"

Word count: 1545

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: pure angst, out of canon, usual twd themes (e.g. descriptive gore, use of weapons, violence, cursing), major character's death

A/n: This is a gif writing challenge from @crossbowking that I just found in the ask box on my other account. Damn, I wish I've found it sooner 😭

*gif credits go to @darlingshane *

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁ || ☁ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

The summer heat was unbearable, and the evening breeze did nothing to cool down your skin. The wind was light and warm, blending with the hot temperature so naturally that you couldn’t really tell if it was real, or just your brain playing tricks on you. You were exhausted, dehydrated, and starving. You barely succeeded in forcing your legs to move; unlike Shane, you had no desire to push forward, to spend another four days running away from the herd that kept catching up to you no matter where you went or hid.

“Shane,” his name left your chapped lips in a raspy whine, showing just how much your throat was desperate for some water. A single droplet would be enough to get you through another few hours, but there was no guarantee that the walkers wouldn’t gain on you the minute you stopped pushing forward.

The man in front of you slowed down but didn’t stop walking. Before he decided to respond, his tired brown eyes darted behind you to the herd to check how far, or rather how close, the walkers were. When he was sure that they weren’t coming anywhere near the both of you, only then did he set his gaze on you.

“What’s wrong? We’re gettin’ ahead of ’em, might even try to get off the highway in a few hours. Maybe we’ll lose ’em once we get to the forest,” he rambled, stubbornly trying to ignore the pain that shot through his heart when he noticed your exhausted expression.

You looked exactly like one of the undead with your hair all tangled, skin paler than ever, eyes sunken, and dark circles piling beneath them. Your whole being screamed ‘exhaustion,’ and Shane was scared to hear what’s been haunting you. Did you decide to give up? Will you want him to leave you behind to get eaten by those monsters? He didn’t want to overthink it, but the way you looked at him made his eyes tear up in pure anger.

“Shane, I’m so tired,” you murmured under your breath. You stopped walking and leaned on the car wreck beside you. There was probably no gas in it, but even if there was, you wouldn’t be able to drive it because of all the other vehicles that blocked the road.

“Fuck,” he mumbled out when you scrunched your eyebrows in pain.

Every muscle in your body burned because of the sudden change in position. You didn’t have any strength left to walk, either.

Shane avoided meeting your gaze. His hands, stained with dried-up blood, tangled in his dark locks in a nervous habit.

“I think you should just go and—”

“Nah, nah. Listen to me, sweetheart.” Shane rushed to your side, cradling your face in his palms. “We’re gonna think of somethin’. I can always carry you.”

“Don’t be stupid.” You put your forehead against his with a sigh. “I’m slowing you down. The way I see it? Those walkers will eat us both alive if you keep dragging me with you. But you might have a chance to escape if I stay here.”

You kissed his nose when his eyes met yours in a silent match. You weren’t stupid enough to think that he’d leave you without putting up a fight. He was stubborn as fuck and loved you to pieces.

You tried to stand straight, pressing your palms against his chest. Your muscles were screaming for rest and sleep. The world around you seemed blurry and unfocused, but Shane held you steady in his strong arms.

“No, no, no, you’re not leavin’ me. Not you.” His voice rose to an angry tone, and he growled quietly when you opened your mouth to protest, silencing you quickly. He grabbed your wrists and forced you to meet his eyes.

“It’s my responsibility to protect you. No matter what happens, I can’t let you die, do ya understand?” he whispered, almost pleading, eyes shining with desperation. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. I’ll find a way. I’m not leaving you!”

Your eyes glistened with tears threatening to fall. You swallowed hard before you spoke again. “Okay.” You nodded softly, fighting back the lump forming in your throat. Your hands rested gently on top of his and squeezed lightly.

He smiled sadly, kissing the top of your head. “Now come on,” he whispered, taking one last look at the creatures approaching you. “Let’s not let ’em catch up.”

You were too tired to argue any further. Shane carefully picked you up bridal style with a quiet groan and started walking again. Even though you were determined to fight back, you knew that Shane was right. You’d already run out of energy.

You wrapped your arm tightly around his neck to keep yourself from falling. Your eyelids felt heavy, but you didn’t dare to close them. Sleep deprivation meant that your brain would shut down sooner rather than later, leaving you vulnerable. You couldn’t let that happen. Not when you knew there was a possibility that you’d have to run.

You trembled from exhaustion and dehydration, and you were sure that Shane wasn’t doing much better than you. Every time you closed your eyes, it took every ounce of self-restraint for you not to fall asleep. You were losing the battle.

After walking for over an hour, Shane stumbled. You held onto him, hoping he wouldn’t drop you.

“Shane, please, let’s take a break for a little while. Just for a second, okay?” you asked after he stopped moving and stood still for a while.

A soft breeze brushed past your cheeks, and you shivered. It was starting to get cold, and the sky was already turning dark blue.

Shane was silent for several seconds, making you feel more anxious. But eventually, he gave you a quick nod and placed you carefully on the ground. He crouched next to you as soon as you were sat on the gravel. It was uncomfortable, but he didn’t care, kneeling in front of you. This was the best he could offer you at the moment, and he knew it.

His breathing was labored and uneven, and it sounded painful. He groaned quietly and pressed his forehead against yours. You felt your chest tighten at his action.

You sighed deeply as his breath fanned over your sweaty cheeks. You left a short, sweet kiss on his chapped lips before pulling away and letting your eyes wander from his face to your surroundings.

In the distance, you could see the trees. They were tall and thick, blocking the sun and casting shadows everywhere. It seemed like it was impossible to reach them.

The wind was getting stronger, and you were pretty sure that the air was full of flies and mosquitoes. The sound of the groans and shuffling behind you faded into the background. If you strained your ears, you could hear the faintest whisper of animals in the bushes, maybe rabbits or squirrels.

Shane reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. You looked at each other with loving but sad eyes. You could sense how weak you both were. How you were slowly losing control of yourself.

Shane could feel your pulse beating in your wrists and your heartbeat matching his own. Your heart was pounding fast as a drum, your lungs working overtime to keep you awake. Your vision was beginning to blur, and blackness slowly crept up on you.

“Stay awake, sweetheart,” Shane pleaded. “We’re gonna make it.”

His words only caused more tears to spill from your eyes.

All you wanted to do was close your eyes and slip away. You started to feel like you were suffocating. Your breaths came shorter and quicker, your lungs refusing to expand and fill up the empty space in them. You couldn’t breathe but you knew Shane could still make it without you.

You shook your head, refusing to meet his pleading gaze. A small gasp escaped your lips as Shane pulled you towards him, burying his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and clung on desperately as you felt your consciousness fading. A sob tore its way out of your mouth, and you buried your head into his chest.

“I love you. Please, promise me you’ll survive this,” you begged quietly.

Shane’s grip tightened around your waist as he buried his face deeper into your skin. He couldn't force back the tears that started streaming down his face, sinking into your dirty shirt. “I promise.”

He sat with you for a few minutes until he couldn’t feel your pulse anymore and he had no more tears to cry before standing on shaky legs, feeling like Bambi. He took the rifle off his back, breathing deeply through clenched teeth. Pointing the gun at your beautiful face was the most difficult thing he had ever done. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, his finger trembling on the trigger.

His heart lurched in his chest, begging him to shoot, to protect you from becoming one of them. He needed to end this quickly so he could outrun the walkers and survive for you. Shane screamed as loud as his lungs let him before he slowly pulled the trigger, letting the shot echo around the abandoned highway. That was his last bullet.

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weretheones · 1 year

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do you have any fic recs for daryl? i read all of yours and love your writing ><

omg hiiii and thank you sm!! <3<3<3

I do have recs. so many that I made a sideblog dedicated for them lol. you can find individual fics at @willowslibrary

as for writers... some of my favourite daryl authors include (but are certainly not limited to)

@theteasetwrites (abbi just gets it. every time. also her series rewrite is seriously an achievement)

@haruhey (30k words of pure genius)

@dreamingdixon (warmth is just... so good.)

@starlessea (there is something so enticing about the way starlessea writes... I can't get enough of it)

@crossbowking (same sentiment as starlessea. crossbowking has been a favourite of mine for years! I always go back to that's my girl)

@ssa-montgomery (I've only read one fic from ssa-montgomery but I LOVED it. I have a few others saved & im so excited to read!!)

@twdsunshine (a classic. I love home <3)

there are definitely more that I will later realize are missing and cringe at myself for not including, but its 2am so those are my favs off the top of my head. literally read anything from these guys. I promise it will be good.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fic rec

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puppypopcornpizza · 7 months

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(Entry for crossbowking's writing challenge from ages ago, just reposting it.)

Warnings ➳ none

Pairing ➳ Daryl Dixon x F!reader

Word Count ➳ 336

It felt like an end, preparation and the constant back and forth. Like everything had been moving toward this one point and the thought was terrifying.

The feeling hung onto everyone - Lydia's strikes were harder, Judith's eyes held more worry. Daryl seemed to carry it all. She missed the days where tying flowers to his bike were her biggest concerns.

"How's your leg?"

He wore the same expression Rick would, a stare into the distance and mind running through every possible outcome. She couldn't ignore the comparison.

"I can walk."

"You shouldn't be," Daryl grunted in response.

"This…" A sigh, her fingers ran down her face. The concept of words seemed the most challenging. "You don't have to carry all of this alone."

"M'not carryin'-"

"Don't deny the world on your shoulders, Dixon, you put it there."

He fell silent, arms crossed over his chest. Distant stare focused to the graves long dug, it still hurt being there.

"Rick did the same thing, you know he did."

"I ain't nothin' like…"

"You're working as hard as he did, getting yourself into stupid situations just like he did. Draining your mental health exactly like he did-"

"Gonna die like he did?"

A blank stare, jaw clenching and eyes pulled from his. Her nails bit into her palm, a drop in her chest at words spat.

"Yeah," a break in her voice. He'd go to the ends of the Earth if it meant safety for everyone else, maybe not wanting him to was selfish.

He shifted, dark hair hanging over bruises and cuts. Thoughts whirling within with no way of escaping. She tried to read an emotion on him that he didn't wear, he was just tired. They all were.

"Just…" Eyes stinging at the thought. It felt like trying to stop sand from slipping through her fingers. Her own voice sounded unfamiliar. Daryl stayed quiet.

Bandaged knuckles grazed her own before fingers intertwined, eyes that couldn't meet shared the same sorrow.

"He'd be proud."

"They'd all be."

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ddixons-angel · 1 year

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I’m back~ Did ya miss me???

Hello all of you beautiful people, I’m back from my completely unplanned hiatus!!!

So, I made a post back in November of last year that I would not be as active since I got a new job. That was so much truer than I ever expected because not only did I not post any new fics, I haven’t actually written anything in the last 12 months. That job really burned me out and took a lot of my time and energy. The good news is, I got a new job and it allows me to work from home so I’ll have a lot more time to myself since I won’t be commuting to and from work!

That means you guys can expect more fics from me~! Yayyy~~ Of course not right away since... I still have to actually write them but they are coming! I have plans for a mini-series, and finishing my long running series, Fated, and other one-shots!

Unfortunately, I still will not be taking requests yet because since I haven’t written in a year, I do not want to take requests and promise to write something when I’m getting back into writing, I want to put out my best possibly work for you guys especially if it’s requested by you. I still have some requests in my inbox from last year that I have to get to as well....

One last thing before this post gets too long as an update post, my taglist!

Since I have been gone for basically a year, I understand that some people may not be interested in my work or TWD or even fanfic in general anymore and I complete understand that. For that reason, I want to start my taglist anew so if you would like to be part of my taglist, please fill out the form in the link below! (this is to keep things neater and to make sure that I don’t miss out on anyone who wants to be tagged in the comments/reblogs)

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Love you guys! Can’t wait to share more stories with you~!

TL;DR - you can expect more fics from me but requests are not yet open, click the link above if you would like to join my taglist.

I’m also going to put my old taglist under the read more and hope you all get notified c’mon tumblr it’s been a year, please tell me you fixed your tagging system finally

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fanfic-n-tabulous · 2 years

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I just wanted you to know you are a saving grace to me. You are not simply just a writer, you have changed and impacted my life and brought me happiness when I struggled to find it on my own. Writers like yourself are heros when I need to be saved. You have no idea what that means to me and how much I appreciate and love you for it!

You have created a place where I can go when things are crazy in my life...when I have spent the day managing the ups and downs of having a 4 year old with autism. Or after spending a day having to cope with the hurt and pain that I feel for my 13 year old son who has autism as well and started being bullied on the bus and at school. Kids being so cruel to him that he has tried to kill himself 5 times and has zero self esteem now. You save me on days where my fibro hurts and my depression sucks more than I could explain...kinda like today. I read your work because you help me escape on those days and you're my saving grace in so many ways.

Yesterday was my birthday and it hurt because it went mostly forgotten by the ones I hold dear. Not a text from my brother or a call from my sister. I don't ask or want to be celebrated, just remembered on that special day. And when you feel unimportant to the ones who are most important to you...it stings. So I wanted to turn that pain around. Let the people who have made a difference in my life know how much they mean to me and how much I appreciate them. Wonderful, creative and kind blessings like you are to me. You are so very important to so many! Thank you for sharing your hard work with the world so others can enjoy it. Thank you for your dedication to your craft and creating such wonderful works of art. Yes I know it's just fanfic but boy does it give me what I need when I need it. Helps keep me going and something to look forward to at the end of an exhausting day. Thank you for all you do for me and many others! You are fanfic-n-tabulous and I love and appreciate you!!♡♡

BTW my screen name used to be mrsstevenbuchananstark...I guess I picked a bad day to change my screen name huh! Lol 🙃 This list is in no particular order and I cringe cause I'm sure I overlooked some and that drives me crazy.

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winnifredburkleismyhero · 1 year

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Post a screencap of your lock screen photo, a screencap of the last/current song listened to, as well as the last photo of a celebrity that you saved in your phone.

Tagged by: @storiesbyrhi

(Lockscreen is a picture of some pretty dice)

(Last song: Bigger Than the Whole Sky-T Swift)

(Last celeb pic: Daryl Dixon aka Norman Reedus)

(No Pressure) Tagging: @bamby0304 @crossbowking @dj0keery @evergreencowboy @harrysweasleys @kazsrm67 @remsmoonlight

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 2 years

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Do you have any favourite Daryl x Reader fics you could recommend? I feel like I've combed through a lot of good ones and I'm getting desperate lmao. Love your writing btw :)

I'm not sure if you're asking about from my blog (in which case they're all good 😉, but my Sacrifice series is still a fave) or from elsewhere. If the latter, I can't really help you because I spend all my free tumblr time writing content and I don't read other blogs at all! The only rec I can really make is @crossbowking She isn't active much anymore (we love you Jess! ❤️) but her Master List is still full of gems.

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crossbowking · 2 years

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Sloppy Joe Special

Summary: After an incident in the cafeteria leaves the Reader feeling down, Eddie takes things into his own hands.

Word Count: 1.9k

Contains: basically fluff besides an instance of the reader being bullied during lunch, eddie x reader friendship ((though high-key mutual pining)), eddie comforting reader in all his sweetness, very soft, possible part 2???

A/N: This was a drabble request that took on a mind of its own! Soft Eddie just does things to me :')

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The sound of someone’s Sloppy Joe sandwich being thrown across the bustling cafeteria, hitting you directly in the center of your chest and dropping at your feet played over and over in your mind.

You’d frozen on impact, gasping as bits and pieces of lukewarm meat exploded all over you, landing in your hair and seeping into your clothes. The cafeteria had erupted into raucous laughter as Andy, one of Jason Carver’s henchmen, licked the remnants of his sandwich off his fingertips and high-fived those around him in some sort of sick victory.

Your cheeks had turned the same shade of sauce splattered across your face.

Now, hiding out in the bathroom, you were scrubbing furiously at your clothes, attempting to salvage your favorite Fleetwood Mac t-shirt. But your efforts had made it worse, the redness only spreading further as the white tee absorbed the sauce entirely. At this point, the stain was so vast that the best way to fix the situation would be to cut your losses and set the shirt on fire.

The kids at Hawkins High were ruthless, relentless in their teasing and taunting — usually, you managed to fly under the radar, but other times, like today, you ended up wearing someone’s “Sloppy Joe Special”. You huffed a breath, forcing back the lump that grew in your throat, the tears that sprung to your eyes.

You refused to give those assholes back there the satisfaction of seeing you cry — you’d rather keel over, quite honestly.

When the door to the bathroom suddenly cracked open, you jumped away from the sink, half expecting another surprise attack — but instead, it was Eddie Munson that came into view.

He peeked his head around the door, loose curls bobbing with the momentum, one ring-laden hand clamped firmly over his eyes. “Everybody decent in here?” he called out.

You rolled your eyes despite the wave of fondness that rushed through you.

When you didn’t respond, Eddie split two fingers apart and cracked an eye open, shooting you a lopsided smile before slipping inside the bathroom.

You fought back the urge to shrink under his scrutiny, his gaze sweeping over you, up and down, settling on the giant, red stain in the center of your shirt. It had all happened so fast, you weren’t even sure he’d seen what happened or simply heard through ‘word of mouth’ — gossip spread quickly around the school, he was no stranger to that.

Eddie leaned against the sink beside yours and crossed his arms against his chest, cocking his head to the side. “This is quite the look,” he remarked coyly. “I’ve gotta say though, sweetheart, you really do pull it off.”

You ignored his comment, tugging at the bottom of the fabric as you examined the damage further. “This was my favorite shirt,” you sighed, tracing the band’s logo with the tip of your finger.

“Really?” Eddie retorted, scrunching his nose up in blatant disapproval. “I always forget about your trash taste in music.”

You shot him a glare from beneath your eyelashes. “Don’t diss Stevie Nicks like that.”

Eddie relented, letting out a laugh that echoed off the walls of the bathroom, that eased the tension you hadn’t realized settled in your shoulders.

The boy just had that kind of effect on you.

When you felt your cheeks warm, you turned back towards the bathroom mirror, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it under the faucet. You dabbed at your cheeks, beneath your chin, near your hairline, cleaning up the sauce that’d begun to dry there. After a few moments of silence stretched on, something you weren’t used to when in the presence of Eddie, you glanced at his reflection in the mirror when you knew he wasn’t looking.

He was watching you carefully, brow furrowed above darkened eyes. His mouth twitched as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, toying absently with one of his brunette curls. It was the troubled expression on his face though that broke your damn heart.

He looked so…so…

So fucking sad.

When he caught you staring, he snapped out of whatever reverie he’d found himself in, another lazy smile slipping over his features — though this one didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Here, you’ve got —“ he pushed off the sink, moving to stand behind you, “— you’ve got shit in your hair.”

You subconsciously stiffened at the sudden closeness, watching in the mirror as he began to pick at the pieces of ground meat that’d gotten caught in your locks. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingertips combing through your hair and tickling your scalp, sending a chill from the base of your skull down your spine.

His eyes flashed up to meet yours, the sound of your breath catching in your throat amplified in the quiet.

A small smirk toyed at the corner of his mouth as he focused back on the task at hand. “There you go,” he declared a moment later, flicking away a tiny piece of food that’d stuck to his thumbnail. “Good as new.”

You ran a hand through your hair, brushing through the tangles. “Thanks, Eds,” you murmured, slipping on the sweatshirt you’d grabbed from your locker over your t-shirt.

But when you turned to leave, Eddie remained rooted in place.

The two of you stood face to face, your back pressed up against the sink. He looked like he wanted to say something but it was like he didn’t quite know how to say it, like he was struggling for the right words. He let out a resigned sigh, placing his hands on either of your shoulders and leaning in a fraction. “Don’t let them get to you, okay? Those pricks —“ he shook his head, a flash of anger flickering over his expression, “— well, they’re pricks.”

You huffed a humorless laugh, staring down at the dirty bathroom floor. “No shit,” you mumbled, digging the toe of your shoe against the tile, hating how vulnerable you suddenly sounded.

Eddie reached for you then, his pointer finger curling beneath your chin, his thumb pressed gently against the pad of flesh beneath your lips. He tilted your head up so you would look at him, his fiery gaze softening. “You are the best person I know, Y/N,” he enunciated each word, slowly, his chocolate eyes turning to honey. “To hell with anyone who thinks otherwise.”

A small, somewhat bashful, smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah?” you murmured.

“Are you kidding?” he scoffed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, his fingers slipping away from your chin. “I would’ve dropped out of this shit hole a long time ago — but someone’s gotta stick around and pick soggy meat out of your hair.”

A surprised laugh bubbled out of you, erasing any negative feelings that lingered. “Aw, shucks, my hero,” you cooed, batting your eyelashes as Eddie let out a laugh of his own, familiar with the way you danced around each other when the line between “friendship” and “something more” muddled.

He slung his arm across your shoulders. “And hey, at least you don’t have to worry about that asshole bothering you for a while,” he said then, swinging open the bathroom door and ushering you out.

You slipped out from under him once you made it into the hallway, turning to face him. “What’d you mean?” you asked, confusion evident on your features.

“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Eddie cocked a brow, leaning closer and speaking in a hushed tone. “Principal Coleman found ‘suspicious items’ in Andy’s gym locker — anonymous tip, apparently,” he shrugged, very clearly fighting back a smirk.

It only took a moment for the mischievous gleam in his eye to clue you in on what exactly he was getting at. You gasped. “Oh my God, Eddie!”

“What!” he exclaimed, leaning against the lockers beside you, a shit-eating grin firmly planted on his face.

You dropped your head into your hands. “Do I even want to know what you put in there?” you mumbled through your fingertips, glancing up at him.

Eddie scratched the top of his head. “Probably not,” he admitted, albeit sheepishly.

A giggle slipped past your lips when you imagined the look on Andy’s face when he was pulled into the principal’s office. Eddie had really outdone himself this time — and it was then and there that you realized, without a doubt, that he too was the best person you’d ever known.

Suddenly, the bell rang, alerting the students of Hawkins High that it was time to head to their next class. Kids began piling out of their classrooms, the hallway a sea of backpacks and chit-chat. You glanced around cautiously, making sure no one was eavesdropping before you took a small step toward Eddie and lowered your voice. “You didn’t have to do that for me, you know,” you whispered, unable to help the ping of worry you felt that someone might realize what he’d done.

But he simply scoffed a soft breath, resting his forearm against the lockers above you, leaning in even closer. “Nobody should treat you like that and get away with it,” he murmured, his dark gaze unwavering and steadfast. “Over my — exquisitely crafted and ruggedly handsome— dead body,” he grinned then, waggling his eyebrows, the goofy side of him back in full swing.

You merely shook your head, huffing a laugh of your own, feeling a redness creep up the base of your neck — being with Eddie sometimes felt like ‘emotional whiplash’ in the best way possible. You wouldn’t change it for the world.

A second bell rang soon after, signaling the final call for students to get to class before being marked as ‘tardy’. “Shit, one more late and it’s Saturday detention for me,” Eddie swore, quickly pushing away from the wall, giving you a swift kiss on the cheek, and turning on his heel to leave.

But he only made it a couple of feet when he twirled back around, pointing a finger at you as he continued to saunter backward. “We getting food after school?” he called out, a ritual the two of you practiced religiously every Friday.

You nodded. “Anything but Sloppy Joe’s!” you yelled back, smiling cheekily, feeling much better than you had just a few minutes ago.

Eddie’s face lit up as he raised his hands over his head, proudly displaying both of his middle fingers. “Sloppy Joe’s can go fuck themselves!” he cheered, letting out a loud ‘whoop’ while a few students shot him strange looks and one teacher chastised him.

But he paid them no mind — instead sending a wink your way, spinning right side round, and hurrying the rest of the way down the hall, a bounce to his step that wasn’t there before.

You watched him leave, uncaring if you were late to your next class, affection rooting you in place. The line between you, the one that distinguished “friendship” from “something more”, was getting foggier as more and more time went on. There was just something there — a spark, a connection, whatever you wanted to call it.

And one day, that line would break.

It was only a matter of time.

With a sigh, you fell back against the lockers, resting your fingertips against the apple of your cheek. You swore it still tingled in the spot where his lips had touched you last.

An invisible marking only you could feel.

A/N: Okay, I had no intention of making a part 2 for this but I'm almost feeling like it NEEDS one??? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

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afro-hispwriter · 2 years

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i was tagged by both @madstwd & @littlegodzilla thank you:))

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

A little part to a Subspace fic i’ll be writing

“Take it sunshine, don’t go dumb on me just take it like the good little slut you are.”

tags- @theteasetwrites @starlessea @attentionplease @sublimecatgalaxy @phoenixblack89 @darylsgirl @daryl-dixon-daydreams @onlydarylnormanfic @rickgrimeswifey @dixonarchives @crossbowking

#sorry if you got tagged already lol

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starlessea · 3 years

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I drew this for the amazing, lovely Jess @crossbowking who I’ve gotten to know recently.

This piece is based on her absolutely beautiful fic ‘A Little Longer’ - which I also got the privilege of beta reading (and crying to) before you guys.

This scene was Jess’ idea, but I wanted to bring it to life as a little surprise. She gave me a doodle to work from... maybe I should post a before and after lol ;)

Anyway, thank you for being so wonderful and buying me a coffee! You’re so sweet, and such a talented writer!

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #crossbowking #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x you #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl x reader #twd fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc #the walking dead #twd #daryl x y/n #twd fanart #daryl dixon fanart #the walking dead art

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wilhelmjfink · 3 years

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ATTENTION @CROSSBOWKING FANS!!!

Jessica’s account was terminated for some reason beyond our understanding and because @staff hates us. So this is a petition, while she’s working on her end, to get it back. Reblog and sign.

She was too powerful and they became fearful for their safety. As they should be. But through our strength we will prevail and overcome.

1. WILHELMJFINK

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #twd #the walking dead daryl dixon #daryl x oc #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl x reader #crossbowking

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stardust-walker · 3 years

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Here’s your GIF for the writing challenge!

Prompt: “Have you always been an asshole or am I just realizing it now?”

Good luck and thanks for participating!💛

Here u go friend! Honestly it probably sucks and its like 650 words but I tried my best sioshdogisdf. I decided to use my one OC from my fic because man what an absolute chaotic UNIT

Aspen had a lot of regrets since the world ended. Not leaving Woodbury when she could have was easily in the top 5. Following Merle Dixon out of that god forsaken place was easily top 2.

Now she was stuck in a prison cell next to the older man with no safe haven to run to to get a fucking break. She couldn’t exactly blame the group for wanting to keep them away from the rest of the group. They had a baby to look after and the leader, Rick, definitely still seemed a little more than pissed about them running off with Daryl in the first place. Her only wish was that someone would put her out of her misery so she didn’t have to listen to Merle talk to her (or to himself more likely since she wasn’t exactly listening).

“We should be out there goin after him. Bunch of fuckin pussies,” Merle grumbled at her through the bars.

Aspen let out a huff and rolled her eyes as she laid down in the sunlight in her cell. Maybe if she just ignored him…

“You fucking listening to me over there?”

Aspen kicked her feet up on the bars between their cells. Maybe she was being petty but Merle deserved it. He’d gotten her ass stuck in lockup during the end of the fucking world. “I said-”

“I heard what you said. You think you can just go in there guns blazing with that asshole, we clearly weren’t livin in the same place, old man.” Aspen frowned as she pulled herself into a sitting position and wrapped an arm around her knees.

“So we’re just gonna sit here with our thumbs up our asses?”

More silence.

“Thought you had more balls than that.” Merle let out a hearty laugh. She could probably reach through the bars and choke the shit out of him right now but knowing Merle, he might actually get a kick out of it.

“Were you always this much of an asshole or am I just realizing it now?” She almost laughed. He was right and she knew it. If they didn’t do something about him, more people would die that much was sure. The Governor was crazier than Merle even.

“He’s always been an asshole,” a gruff voice spoke from the other side of the bars.

“Thanks for the support, little brother,” Merle shot back.

“If your brother says it then it must be true.”

“Will you shut the fuck up over there?”

“You really are a fucking asshole, you know.” Aspen crossed her arms in front of her chest as she passed Daryl on her way into the small room where she knew Merle was preparing. Michonne didn’t deserve to go back to Woodbury to die if Philip even planned to just kill her.

“Glad you finally noticed,” Merle grunted as he pulled a wire from the back of an old broken phone.

Aspen didn’t know why she felt so hurt that Merle was leaving without saying goodbye. She’d never wanted to admit it to herself but Merle was the closest thing to a friend that she had back in Woodbury.

“Not only are you taking someone who doesn’t deserve it out there to fucking die-”

“I’m doing what I have to do.” Merle snapped as he wrapped the cord around his hand.

“But you know he’s going to kill you when he finds you, right?”

For the first time since she’d known him, Merle seemed to really be silent.

“Better to go out swinging than like this bunch of little bitches back here.” His smile was probably meant to be charming but it honestly just made her sad.

“Be safe out there. Asshole,” Aspen threw a playful punch at him.

Just like she thought, Merle let out a loud obnoxious laugh.

#crossbowking #merle dixon #twd #my writing #im a sham but u know what i tried my best

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fanfic-n-tabulous · 2 years

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