#merle oc references

[supurrside]

Kovin

Tempest cleric, level 20

Formerly multiclassed into Archefey warlock until breaking their pact in the end of campaign one

In a party with Wynne and Shelbi

30 y/o, former mercenary of the Unsung Suns with Wynne, Shelbi, Carsin, and Keet, former travelling healer

Demiromantic Pansexual; Nonbinary (they/them)

6'6

Indian giant squirrel animal hybrid

#merle oc references #pretty big sizable #dnd refs #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd pc #cleric #kovin

[smokbeast]

Bunch of fang scribbles over time

#I don’t really know what the fanon name for horror is in the fandom I usually see skull or axe pfgn #but I’ll leave skull there just to refer to fanon horror #fang is just silly like that #undertale au #undertale #horrortale #horrortale sans #my ocs #fang #horror fang sans #art #myart #i notice i really mostly enjoy drawing merl fang or papyrus LKJGjd.. #Relaytale

[mydearestdaryl]

𓂃 𝜏𝛼𝜏𝜏𝜎𝜎𝑠 ๋࣭ ⭑

❛ 𝐼𝑓 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛' 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑜'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠. ❜

the way life gives and takes is almost funny. one minute, mallory grimes had a family, a home, and a life; the next minute, she no longer had a father, and the dead were walking among the living. struggling to adjust to this new terrifying reality, mal must deal with the dangers of the outside and the fractures within her family.

in the meantime, a friendship with the camp's hunter that is around her age blossoms into a romance like she has never experienced before.

or, an AU where daryl and mallory are 18-year-olds thrown into the apocalypse.

chapters: ✧ prologue.

warnings: twd violence and gore, mentions, and references to eating disorders, age gap, mentions of teen pregnancy, character deaths, explicit language, eventual smut, SA, ed peletier, merle dixon, shane walsh, negan smith. pairing: daryl dixon x grimes! oc. seasons: 1-11. a/n: this was originally 'ungodly hour' but i decided to revamp it because i didn't have the plot and story clear, but now it's fixed! comment to let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist.

#daryl dixon #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon headcanons #twd #daryl dixion imagine #twd au #daryl dixon au #Spotify

[recurringwriter]

FE OC Week Introductions:

Rodrigue's Immediate Family

Percival 'Percy' Narcisse Fraldarius Rodrigue's younger brother. Trans. Spymaster. Demiromantic Bisexual. Involved with Godfrey von Riegan who helped him realize he was trans when the two of them attended the Officer's Academy together. He likes garish patterns and art. Annoying little sibling supreme. Possibly a coward, it's hard to tell.

Boreas Clemente Fraldarius Rodrigue's dad who is soooooo hot and super tough and kills wolves with his bare hands. His favourite thing is the chance that he might die to protect the king someday. Loves to argue. The only one able to argue successfully with Lambert's father. Extremely flawed but I sexualize that constantly. At the end of the day he means well and cares a ton for his family but he just doesn't know how to communicate outside of arguing.

Melodie Maiwenn Fraldarius Rodrigue's mom who is an archer and healer and wants a huge family. She's spoiled and selfish but will do anything for her family. Decisive and opinionated, she will gladly indulge her husband's love of arguing. She spoils all her kids, and her grandkids, and anyone who is a friend of her kids or her grandkids.

Glenn Merle Fraldarius Felix's brother we all played houses. In my mind he is a cocky little hotshot with sk8tr boi helmet hair. He's like Johnny in the Devil Went Down to Georgia. I need to write an au where he lives.

Ange D'Aurore 'Angie' Rodrigue's horse, Ange D'Aurore. His father's horse before him, and Boreas' father's horse before that. How long has this horse been in the Fraldarius family? Another heirloom, perhaps--but Rodrigue has no chance of giving this one away no matter how he tries. The animal is often referred to as 'the Bastard' because he loves to bite and kick and kill. Loyal and brave, but only to those he deems worthy. More than he appears.

Estella Casagranda Rodrigue's illegitimate daughter with Manuela. Born 9 months after Rodrigue visits Garreg Mach to ask for help with the whole Lance of Ruin situation. So far she's just a baby but she takes after Manuela more in looks. She will likely show an aptitude for Faith magic and be a wonderfully kind young woman.

Rodina "Roe" Louise Fraldarius She is one year younger than Glenn (22 at White Clouds). Like an old-school fe myrmidon but as a holy knight. Lesbian, I will be shipping her with Shamir. Very loyal, kind, and good, but has a cultured, aloof way of speaking to people that makes her intimidating to those who don't know her.

Diable de Neige 'Blé' Rodina's horse, Diable de Neige. Sired by Ange D'Aurore and named so auspiciously because everyone figured he'd be a bastard just like Ange, but in reality he is quite sweet.

#fe oc week #this is all i got done i'll be honest. only 25 more or so to write?

[ghoodles]

So, ive brought up something called an inkfish many times

So, what is an inkfish?

An inkfish is a type of merling/fish hybrid that injests ink to survive, depending on how light or dark the color of their fins are, you can tell how much ink they need, with darker colors needing more, and lighter colors needing less.

Some inkfish have the ability to exist on land due to a mutation, and typically have multiple colors, such as my sona, having pink fins, but having brown hair. However, some can be monochrome, like my oc, eden, who is purple (no artwork cause i dont have a reference for them before i redesigned them)

The reason why inkfish can vary in color like this is due to the fact that people used to hunt them in the past, and so they adapted to blend in with humans, this is why most surface dwelling inkfish have multiple colors. However, sometimes monochrome inkfish can also survive on land, and in this time, most inkfish wouldnt be harmed, as its turned into an ethical debate on wether its okay to harm them, because despite being humanoid, they are not human.

A group of inkfish is called a school, like all fish. In these schools is where the monochromed inkfish usually thrive, as they are underwater.

If an inkfish grows up in a school, even if they are able to live on land, they are obligated to respect the school. This, however, does not count if they are kicked out.

If an inkfish is kicked out of a school, they cannot get with another school, they have to make their own, go extremely far away, or just live on their own.

#dwelling's lore dumps #custom species

[midnight-snailor]

Oc dump go brrrr

Didn't mean for the images to become huge but I'm sure it's fine

Austin, Natalie and Ferris have been through so much development hagsgd

Started an origins minecraft server with friends and alas, ocs have been created. They're all dragonborn, at least my interpretation of it.

General info:

Austin- Blue eyes + silver/black hair, stands at 6'9. 40 y/o. Muscular and a bit chunky too. He's married to Lily, and has two kids, Cleo and Raven. He's a bit prickly towards strangers but he's a sweetheart deep down. He's softspoken and often stays out of conflicts, usually picked on for how large he is. (Bro is an absolute unit) He prefers to do his own thing, usually off in his own little world as he's gathering materials. More outspoken and confident with friends, his wife or his siblings.

Ferris- Green eyes + ginger hair, stands at 5'8. 40 y/o.Semi muscular but more lean built. He's more outgoing than his brother, and isn't the best at controlling his emotions. Austin has to prevent him from starting fights. Despite his spicy attitude he's pretty friendly, he just gets angry quickly. He's not interested in relationships, refers to himself as the "super cool uncle" (he and Natalie spoil Cleo and Raven when babysitting)

Natalie- Blue eyes + black/silver hair, stands at 5'5. 40 y/o. Prides herself at being the eldest of the three, (by a whole 10 minutes) very outspoken, and tends to be brutally honest at times. She's wanted a relationship but hasn't been able to find the one yet. She prefers to do things herself and has trouble asking for help when she needs it.

Lily- Green eyes + black hair, stands at 5'8. 42 y/o. Often brags about her strength, and tends to be a little reckless when making a point. (She's only dislocated her shoulder a few times) She likes picking fights to keep her skills sharp, and loves going out just to climb the tallest thing she can find or hunt. She's prickly and doesn't trust easy, not really letting people see more than how she acts on the outside. She didn't expect to fall for Austin, nor did she expect him to return her feelings. She finally found someone she feels comfortable enough to open up to.

Cleo- Green eyes, silver/black hair, stands at 6'3. 20 y/o. She's very outgoing like her mother, but not as prickly, being kinder and more tolerant like her father. She loves going out on trips, though she often gets side tracked and gets lost. Somehow she's able to make it home, just with her bags stuffed with everything shiny she found. Both her and Austin love shiny things, and they have their own collections they show to each other.

Raven- Blue eyes, black/silver hair, stands at 5'8. 20 y/o. Softspoken, but prickly like his mother. He's sweet deep down, but doesn't really like interacting with other people very much. He prefers being on his own, having his own safe space to just sit and enjoy the quiet. He likes cooking, and often helps his parents cook food. He tries to find as many different recipes as he possibly can, and loves presenting them to his family. He gets snappy quickly when he feels bothered, and sometimes goes out with his sister on her trips. He's thankful his family has a huge appetite to keep up with the amount of food he makes.

Austin and his siblings were triplets, Cleo and Raven were twins.

Reed Luminary- glowsquid merling, 5'5 not including 2 long tentacles. 38 y/o. She lives in the sea close to where Austin and Lily live. She's curious and friendly, her and Lily becoming friends because she just jumped out of the water one day and introduced herself. She's not interested in any relationships, perfectly content with being on her own. She thinks the ocean is kinda overrated, but she needs to be in the ocean in order to live, so she deals with it, but also finds any way possible to mess with people on land.

#digital art #oc #oc art

[violetmoonflowr]

two more childrens

#my art #my ocs #character designs #turnarounds #manny #merle #watercolor pencil #character reference

[littledreamycat]

I redesigned my Corgi OC!

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#OC #corgi #refsheet #reference #anthro #chibi #canine #blue merle #collar

[theteasetwrites]

Readers mommy issues 🤝 daryls daddy issues

✨ spoiling thier daughter with utmost care cause they dont wanna be like their parents✨

STOP I AM SO GLAD YOU PICKED UP ON THAT (and now you got me talking about my series again lol so here we go)

I definitely did that on purpose lol. I like to delve into both of them struggling to be better parents, and comparing themselves to their own parents (reader to her mother, Daryl to his father). Reader is luckier than Daryl, though, in that she at least has her father to look up to, since he was actually a good parent to her and Aaron, but Daryl? His mother died when he was like five or something. He barely knew her, so all he has to reference is his father and Merle (not the best role models).

I think Daryl is kind of just winging it when it comes to being a dad tbh. He doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but he's trying really hard, and he's actually great at it (I mean, I like to write Robin as though she loves both of her parents equally, and she definitely does, but let's be real—she's a daddy's girl at heart). All he knows is that he would never hurt her like his father did to him, and he is always there for her, unlike his father and Merle who both left him alone throughout his childhood. Robin is never, ever alone. She has a huge support system (literally the entire community of Alexandria lmao), and honestly I think she has a pretty darn good life for a kid growing up in the literal zombie apocalypse.

And don't even get me started on Baby Dixon #2. I don't wanna reveal TOO much about what I have planned with him, but just know that Daryl's gonna have an emotional time with that kid. As in, he's a little boy... Daryl was once a little boy... Daryl's a man... That little boy is gonna be a man someday... Yada yada yada... You know he's gonna be extra sensitive with that boy. He does NOT want to make the same mistakes his own father did with raising his sons, and I think Daryl is going to have a lot on his plate with the second baby (let's just say, Princess wasn't entirely wrong with her predictions...)

And then with the reader character... Ooo, boy. Her mom kinda sucked ass. She wasn't physically abusive like Daryl's father, but she was emotionally abusive for sure, and also homophobic and just generally terrible in her views (poor Aaron omg). I think her big struggle is making sure she's not projecting onto her child(ren) or trying to impose her will on them. Her mother expected a lot from her, and wanted her to turn out a certain way, and she just doesn't want to do that to her kids. She wants them to have the freedom to do what they want to do and to be who they want to be, even in the world they live in now. I also come back to her experience dealing with the morality of having a child in the apocalypse. She grappled with that for a bit in season 9, and I think I am going to re-address that in oneshots that take place during the season 9 time jump as well. She compares herself to her mother a lot during that time, as she wonders if she's being selfish by having a child now. Very interesting stuff I like to play with a little bit to make the characters more interesting and to add more depth to the story.

Um ANYWAY... yeah they're not perfect parents but they're trying so hard it's adorable. I love them so much. They're both my babies. Even tho reader is I guess technically me (all of us?) but tbh she's really just an OC in disguise at this point lmao I am gonna rewrite the whole thing in third person one day and give her a name and everything, but I just wanted to do it in reader/second person perspective cuz idk it's more fun that way but yeah she's an OC let's be real lol

[supurrside]

Kaz Arakida

Long distance fighter of the villain team; works with Theo, Callan, Rhys, and Armello under the alias Terra

Later becomes the Head of Defense at the American facility

Queer platonic partners with Armello

Older twin of Rena

Later mother of Lucien

22 in original storyline; ~30 when it becomes a mother; ~50 in second gen storyline; ~70 when it passes

Aromantic Omnisexual; Nonbinary (it/they, any terms with light preference for feminine)

5'3

Created and sold crocheted plushies and such

Power is Golem; has the ability to raise order-following constructs from any earthen material such as clay, dirt, rock, or even concrete that can range in size; the larger or more they create, the more strain it puts on them, as they rely on their own life force to raise them. While it mostly returns to them once the golems are destroyed or they disable their powers, it does eat away at their lifespan little by little, especially with larger constructs; raising any leaves them incredibly mentally and physically drained.

Has a weakened immune system

#merle oc references #paragonverse refs #paragonverse #villain oc #villain #original character #kaz arakida

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

Blame Me- Chapter 4

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Specified gender: Female

Word Count: 11.7K

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader,

TW: canon typical violence, canon divergence, flashback of past character death (OCs), cannibalism, detailed gore, sexual innuendos, suggestion of rape, reference to past child death, torture (dismemberment), Negan being Negan, probably badly written Negan, mention of a broken ankle?

Genre: Horror ig?

Series: Blame Me

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

A/N: Yeah, like I warned last chapter, I got a little carried away with this chapter. Negan is so fucking hard to write, so warning you for that as well. I loved this chapter though. And, uh, a lot of trigger warnings. Enjoy!

(Y/N) sighed, looking into her bag. Her supplies were running dangerously low - only two cans and half a water bottle, not to mention the nonexistent ammo. She wouldn't be able to stay out here much longer. But paranoia crept into her, as it had done regularly since that night, and kept her in place. Trusting people was damn near impossible. Being in a group, in a community, a camp? It was terrifying. Unless she was truly desperate, and only then, would there be the smallest slither of a chance of it happening. Maybe she would be better just moving on. Staying alone. She was safer alone.

"Don't be stupid, woman, ya barely standin'." She could practically hear Daryl's voice in her ear, and her head snapped to the side just to check. But she was met with empty, open-air, and her heart sank a little bit, despite knowing he wasn't there. (Y/N) let out a huff, a mix of frustration and sadness, and looked back to the clearing in the bushes where she was watching Terminus. Goddamn it, even when he wasn't there, he was always right. She was going to get herself killed. There was a herd on the way, so it wouldn't hurt to stay a couple days right? Restock, sleep, and then get on the road again before the herd hit. They'd destroy that place anyway.

(Y/N) watched with hardened eyes as the fencing was pulled open, fixed on the men behind it. He had a smile on his face and open hands but his eyes gave him away. There was something menacing behind them. She wasn't sure she wanted to find out what that was. Just a few days.

"Hello there! My name is Gareth, I'm kind of the leader around here. Welcome to Terminus," Gareth greeted, striding forward, much quicker than (Y/N) had liked. She stepped back in response, narrowing her eyes cautiously.

"(Y/N)," She responded after a long pause. Hell, the longer she spent alone, the more she was sounding like her husband. Gareth's eyes flittered to her dirty, bloodied face; to the gun, she held in a vice-like grip; to her furrowed eyebrows; to the way she swayed lightly in exhaustion.

"Well, we're glad to have you. Before you come in, though, I need you to put your weapons on the ground. All of them. Just so we have no surprises," He replied. (Y/N) glanced down to the gun, still with the safety off and hesitated. Gareth waited patiently, much to her odd annoyance. Eventually, she gave a small nod, watching as relief flooded his features. There was something off about him. What was he hiding? She didn't trust him. Not that that meant much anymore. Down the gun went, along with the knife from her belt, still covered in walker blood, and the small handgun she kept clipped to her bag. Gareth came towards her, slowly this time, like someone approaching a scared pet. "I'm just going to pat you down now. Just our policy."

Much to (Y/N)'s relief, he kept professional as he patted along her arms, down her torso and legs and back up again. He was giving her that fake gentle smile. That only made her stiffen and the leader was quick to back off when he was done. He was trying to earn her trust. A nagging voice in the back of her head kept asking why what was he up to? (Y/N) tried to shake the suspicion as she bent down to pick her weapons back up.

"C'mon in," Gareth gestured to the gate and despite her unease, she allowed him to take her through to a small courtyard. There were a few people, maybe ten or so. Some of them were sat down on tables and little booths that were dotted around, and two people were stood next to a barbecue, where there was a blonde woman stood behind cooking. The closer they got, the stronger the smell wafting through the air did, and it made her stomach twist in a knot. She knew that smell. Why did she know that smell? The lady shot (Y/N) a warm smile as she offered her a plate of whatever it was she was cooking. But she only stared at it, a look of scepticism and partial disgust and the Terminus people exchanged a glance. Finally, the lady shrugged and handed the plate to a guy who'd come to stand behind the survivor. "You really find it hard to trust people don't you?"

"I'll be here for a day or two. I just need to rest," (Y/N) cut in sharply, readjusting the bag on her back, leaving a hand on the strap for grounding. Gareth shook his head slightly and placed his hand on his hips.

"Right this way," He breathed, growing increasingly vexed with the newcomer's dismissal. This time, she was led to what looked like a canteen, made out of an old factory (maybe? It was hard to tell), and this time she let herself sit down on a bench that had been shoved against the wall. Her bag was placed on the floor between her feet, never letting it get too far. The three pictures and a random bobby pin that she had no idea how it got there, that were folded in her back pocket were stabbing into her ass through her jeans but she didn't move. If she was going to get stolen from again, she would happily lose everything as long as she could keep those three photos. Gareth disappeared into a back room and she let her gaze slide around the room. It was barren but looked like it had been untouched by the dead. A few minutes stretched by and her knee began to bounce nervously, before he returned, holding a can of sweetcorn, top already taken off, and a glass of water. He handed it to her, and hesitantly she took it. Hell, she was starving.

(Y/N) dug in a second later, ravenous, and it would long before the can was empty. The leader was babbling on about the community and rules and all that bullshit. By god, that man could talk. She'd zoned out by now, more focused on getting fed and hydrated. She took a gulp from the glass, nearly emptying, and putting on an expression that made it seem like she was listening. Slowly, however, his words started to fade in and out, muffling and blending together. Her head felt light, and she felt like she could barely hold herself up. She felt so damn heavy. Her body fell to the side, lying on the bench. Gareth knelt down in front of her. There it was. Through her dotted vision, she could see the dark grin on his face, and a shiver ran down her spine. He'd put something in her food and water. That motherfucker.

"What the hell did-" (Y/N) started. She could hardly recognise her own voice. It was slurred and quiet, but still filled with the anger she'd hoped for. Well, if she was gonna die, he wanted her to know she was pissed about it. Gareth just stared her down, and eventually, she surrendered to the black dots. For Fuck's sake.

The faint noise of hushed chatter made (Y/N) lift her head from the floor. Shit that was a mistake. She scrunched her eyes back shut, trying to relieve her pounding headache. Slowly, she let herself open her eyes again, only to be met by the same darkness, bar a slither of light coming from under, what she assumed to be, a door. Everything fucking hurt, but she still pushed herself up, shuffling until she met a wall, to get grounding. The room couldn't have been very big, a storeroom or something? Well, at the very least, she knew she could trust her instincts. She saw something suspicious in Gareth and the motherfucker had drugged her. Asshole. The next question was, why the fuck had he drugged her? As if the people outside could read her mind, the door slammed open, flooding the room in sunlight, which made (Y/N) shut her eyes. Fuck that headache was killing her. Whoever had opened the door gripped her arm, jerking her out of the room across the rough ground and tearing her skin slightly. That was gonna sting later. She moved to fight back but found her wrists tied by course rope. How hadn't she noticed that? Probably the headache, damn it. When her eyes adjusted, they raised to glare at the person. Gareth. Of fucking course.

"Hey asshole," She quipped, giving him a sarcastic smile and he smiled, though there was no kindness in it. She heard him mumble something about being a smart ass before he lifted a bit of cloth from around her neck (when had that gotten there? Stupid drug side effects) she was tugged to her feet and shoved forward. (Y/N) had no idea where she was going, but the faces of the Terminus people read glad and... hungry? They had plenty of food in that pantry, more than (Y/n) had seen in a long time, why would they be hungry?

It wasn't long before her surroundings became gloomy and darkened as Gareth took her into another old looking warehouse. The corridor opened up to a large room, with different kinds of tools littering the walls and various tools, along with a long trough in the centre of the room. Oh fuck, oh no. Oh no no no. She'd been hunting with Daryl and Merle enough times to know exactly what this fucking meant. She was NOT going out like this, no fucking way. And definitely not without a damn fight She squirmed in his grip, launching her leg backwards to try and kick him, but Gareth managed to jump back just in time. He twisted her arm slightly in return and she released a grunt of pain, but didn't let up, turning, bending, kicking, just moving as much as she possibly could, shouting out, trying to backpedal. Anything to get away from that trough. There were two guys in the corner, bouncing on their heels and shuffling, clearly waiting for Gareth to ask them to step in.

"Stop, fucking stop," Gareth growled in her ear, pushing her forward even more, despite her struggling. She was getting closer, and closer and closer and she was running out of options. This was gonna hurt like a bitch. Better than getting eaten. With a deep breath, she threw her head back, smashing into his nose. Shit, shit, shit she was right that fucking hurt. Instinctively, he let go, swearing violently and she made a mad dash for the door. The likelihood of her actually getting anywhere, especially with tied hands and goons around every corner but hell if they thought she was gonna just lay down and let them kill her, they were wrong. She raced back down the route Gareth had just taken her, and she soon heard three sets of footsteps behind her. She managed to get outside, back to the courtyard she'd been in hours (maybe? she didn't really know how long she was out) earlier, before one of the men who'd been in the slaughter room tackled her to the floor. Well, there went another layer of her skin on the ground. Ow. Over the slight ringing in her ears (Y/N) could hear slightly panicked muttering from the small crowd in the courtyard. Gareth came over seconds later, towering over her, and she grinned at him upon seeing his bloodied nose and the drips of blood on the collar of his shirt. He gripped her shirt harshly and pulled her up and hurriedly pushed her towards the small storeroom she'd been in minutes earlier.

"What? Don't have the balls to try and kill me again?" She asked through the gag, which Gareth pulled down before shoving her down to the floor. He stood in the doorway, glaring down at her with a wild look in his eye. He crouched in front of her, and despite the fear snaking into her, she kept his gaze, smirking slightly.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll kill you. But, you see, we have some newcomers, who we've yet to break the news of how things work here. We don't need you scaring them off. You can stay here for a few days, let things calm down and then..." He trailed off and ran a finger along her cheek. (Y/N) moved her head away, sneering at him.

"And what happens if your new people don't agree with the way you run things? I mean, eating people? You're not that different from the snarlers," She asked, her voice slightly hoarse, but still full of venom. There was that flash of amusement on his face and he leant forward, right in her face. She narrowed her eyes, resisting the urge to smash her head into his nose again. That headache was still hammering behind her eyes and Jesus, it still hurt.

"If they don't agree, you can have some buddies joining you, and you can help the rest of us out," Okay that was just a weirdly cryptic way of saying they'd get eaten too. The leader was still too close for comfort, and she just looked at him, before spitting and narrowly missing his eyes. He snarled and stood up before slamming the door shut behind him and flooding the room with semi-darkness. Fantastic.

The only way (Y/N) was measuring time was the light underneath the door. It'd been around three days, and her arms had started cramping just hours after Gareth had shoved her back in that shithole. Thankfully, around halfway through day two, someone had come and untied her, only so she could eat, but her arms still felt tender. They fed her, and while most of it had expired, it was more than she'd eaten in weeks, and it made her the strongest she'd been in a while. The smell of her own vomit had made her nose numb, and honestly, she couldn't wait to get out even if it meant her becoming dinner. In the darkness and mostly silent room, she had nothing to do, other than getting lost in her thoughts. It was the only thing stopping her from going crazy.

"You're telling me that Merle got you this?" (Y/N) asked, about three years younger, looking back to an also younger Daryl. The pair were stepping through dead leaves, and moving past bushes. He looked over, moving his significantly shorter hair off his forehead.

"Ya really surprised by that?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows. He felt naked without his crossbow, but his girl was holding it tightly, he knew it was in good hands. She laughed quietly, as he led them to the makeshift target range he'd set up the day before.

"Don't really know why I'm surprised by it," She replied, moving slightly closer, and looking down at the crossbow. Her eyes were bright and full of excitement. (Y/N) had been begging her boyfriend for months to teach her to use the crossbow, or at the very least hunting. Not because she was actually particularly interested in it, but because it was such a big part of his and Merle's life. And when Daryl had learnt that, he damn near melted. Stupid, affectionate woman, she remembered him saying, despite the faint blush on his face. "Y'know my mom's been pestering me about getting you to teach her how to use this thing as soon as she found out you used a crossbow."

Daryl glanced over to her, his lips twitched upwards and shook his head. Her mom, Lily, was so sweet on him, and he wasn't quite sure why. However, it was clear that she hadn't been swayed by Merle yet. Couldn't exactly blame her though. His brother was an asshole at the best of times.

"She still movin' to South Carolina?" (Y/N) and Daryl kept walking, but he used a hand on her back to direct her more to the left. She nodded with a small grin but didn't say anything. They walked in comfortable silence, occasionally sneaking glances when the other wasn't looking before they reached their destination. There were various little targets, ranging between small empty bottles and bags full of rice or hay. Daryl took her into a small box on the floor made out of twigs so that there were bigger targets closer to her and smaller targets further away. He started explaining how to pull the string back to the latch, showing her and then letting her do it herself.

(Y/N) brought the crossbow up to rest near her shoulder, closing one eye to look down the arrow track as Daryl had instructed her.

"Merle ever show ya how to use a rifle?" Daryl inquired. He was stood right behind her, so her back was nearly pressed to his chest, and his head was hovering over her other shoulder.

"Would it be Merle if he hadn't?" (Y/N) shot back with a playful smirk and he just chuckled, reaching around and adjusting her grip on the crossbow. He placed his hands over hers, and he could already tell she'd be teasing him about it later, especially if she saw him blushing. Well, if she saw him, he could shoot back that she was blushing too. Win-win, he supposed

"Ya don't damn act like it. Y'ain't even holdin' it right," Daryl returned, but it was light and he wouldn't deny the grin on his face if she said anything. (Y/N) tightened her grip, finding comfort in his hands over hers, keeping her eye on the arrow track. "Now, ya gotta line up the bolt and the arrow track, and when ya think ya got it, ya pull the trigger."

(Y/N) couldn't deny how at home he seemed out there, in the wilderness, with his crossbow. He was content, as content as a Dixon could be at one time, and the way he hovered around her made her fight back a smile. The asshole was just adorable and he didn't realise it.

He watched as her eyebrows scrunched more in concentration, and he felt himself soften when she stuck her tongue out slightly. Fucking hell, she was gonna make his mean redneck facade crack. Not like it mattered, there wasn't anyone around.

With a deep breath, (Y/N) lined up the arrow track with one of the rice-filled bags closer to the box, and pulled the trigger. The bolt went flying out, and the string lurched forward, making her jump and Daryl let out a loud laugh at the movement. The bolt stabbed into the floor right beside the bag and she let out a huff.

"That's pretty good for a first try. I want ya to try and hit one of the bottles. Don't matter if ya miss," He said, short hair sticking to his forehead in the Georgia heat while he moved from behind her to go and retrieve the bolt. As he was getting the bolt, (Y/N) pulled the string back, so when he returned she slid the bolt along the arrow track. She stood back up, and Daryl returned to his place behind her. A few seconds later, the bolt whistled through the air, and once again narrowly missed the bottle. But she felt pride blooming in her chest. It was further away, after all! She turned to her boyfriend with an excited grin, happiness seeping from her and Daryl couldn't help but smile back at her.

They continued like this for a few hours, until (Y/N) arms started to hurt from holding the crossbow up, and they started heading back. She was trailing ahead of Daryl, back in that comfortable, and very frequent, silence. He had to admit, she was pretty damn good. Her aim wasn't bad and after some practice, she'd probably be as good as him. But the excitement she'd had even when she'd missed the targets, her grin every time she got a little bit closer, made his heart feel full. If he hadn't been certain before, he definitely was now. She was it for him. He was gonna marry her someday, even if it wasn't his thing. He was gonna be with her.

The ground-shaking below her feet and an ear-splitting explosion, as well as a faint flash of bright light under the door, knocked her to her side and pushed her from her reminiscing. What the fuck? Silence stretched for a minute before panic started, and footsteps raced past the door. (Y/N) pressed herself against the door, and a second bang went off, close enough to knock some debris into her door, and send it shooting open and slamming her back. She groaned, using the wall to stand up, but she shot behind the door when she heard the all too familiar noise of snarlers. A lone snarler stumbled past her door, and she banged her hand against the wall, just quiet enough for it to only lure the one. It paused and growled, turning into the room. (Y/N) slowly bent down and picked up the bit of debris from the floor, before stepping out and slamming the debris into the snarlers head before it had time to see her. There were more coming, the explosion would have lured them for miles and miles. She had to think fast, but with only the sharp bit of debris, that would definitely break soon, she didn't have many options. Fuck. She was gonna have to cut the snarler open. Great.

With a small shiver, and a pause much longer than she probably should have risked with the oncoming storm of snarlers, she lifted the snarlers ripped shirt and brought the debris down into its stomach. Resisting the urge to vomit (god she'd never get used to that smell), she pressed on until the debris snapped and she started pulling out guts. A disgusted noise escaped her as she started spreading the guts all over her body, along her arms and legs, and, unfortunately, her face too. (Y/N) couldn't resist a shudder as the smell got caught in her nose. Jesus, she couldn't wait to find a creek or a river already and wash this shit off. At least she could go out with the snarlers now, and maybe find a weapon, and maybe her stuff. Not that she had much worth saving. She had her pictures and right now, she was just grateful for that. After giving her lungs a much-needed breath of fresh air, she walked into the sunlight, squinting in the sun, at a snail-like pace. Blend in, please for the love of fuck, please blend in. (Y/N) turned a corner, and she couldn't stop herself from hesitated. Terminus was flooded. There was no fucking chance of her getting her stuff back. She had to get out. Gunshots were filling the air, doing nothing to deter the snarlers.

However, while the snarlers hadn't noticed her, someone from Terminus clearly had. A ginger woman surged forward towards her, knife in hand. Perfect. She immediately stretched her arm out to slash at her face, but (Y/N) managed to duck under her arm and grab it, but the woman twisted and pressed it forward. It inched closer and closer to her face, and a bit too close to her eye, and (Y/N) used the grip she had on her wrist to push it back. Apparently, their strengths were matched, since they didn't move for a second. She grunted lightly, before glancing down. While she was defending her face, this woman had left her legs undefended, and she smiled at her before kicking her knee, hard. The woman went down with a cry of pain, clutching her knee and allowing the knife to clatter to the floor and (Y/N) didn't hesitate to pick it up and stab it into the woman's temple. She let out a sigh, leaning on her thighs for a minute. Christ being locked in a tiny room for a few days and launching into the fight right after wasn't a good idea. The snarlers were getting closer, and (Y/N) plucked the gun from the woman's holster and walked forward, allowing herself to fall into the herd.

She was trying to follow the herd's direction while also looking for an exit. There was a lot of shouting and gunshots and screaming surrounding her, not to mention the groaning and growling of the snarlers, and it was getting harder and harder to decipher which direction any of it was coming from. Her eyes skimmed her surroundings. There had to be an exit somewhere. Right as she thought that, she noticed a gap in the fence, like someone, had torn through it and she started trying to move towards it, as much as she could without alerting the snarlers. Despite the loud noises surrounding her, one noise that was getting easier and easier to pick out were gunshots that were getting closer and closer and the herd getting shoved into two, like a twisted version of Moses splitting the sea. A group of maybe 12-14 people were sprinting through, moving too fast for her to really see them properly, shooting and slashing as they approached the fence. (Y/N) continued on in the herd, hoping she wouldn't get caught in their rampage. It wasn't until one of them got grabbed, a little boy, and was getting pulled forward by a snarler. Some cowboy looking guy froze in his tracks, probably his dad. But he wouldn't get there in time, she knew that. And she wasn't going to have another Anna. Not again. She rushed forward, raising her gun and shooting the snarler right between its eyes. The little boy stared up at her, fear and shock still present in his eyes and her eye softened, before the father came running up. The father pulled him away immediately and stared her down like she hadn't just saved his son's life. She narrowed her eyes and yelled "go!" and thankfully, they didn't hesitate in following her instructions. But now, the snarlers knew she wasn't one of them. She had to make a break for that gap. This would be fun.

(Y/N) felt dead on her feet. She'd been walking for days, and while she was sure it was gonna kill her eventually, every day she was closer and closer to Washington. Maybe another one or two days and she'd be there. Her supplies were running short again, not that she'd found many after Terminus. Most places had been picked clean by now. There had to be something in Washington. There had to be. And while the realist part of her knew she shouldn't get her hopes up, another part of her was really hoping that Daryl would have made his way North, and be there, with his weird attachment to his crossbow, and his much too short hair, and following behind her louder than life brother-in-law, and the fiddling of his wedding band whenever he was nervous, or angry, or even just lost in thought. She hadn't really let herself think about him much since the world had gone to shit, apart from in Terminus, and it made her heart hurt. He could be dead. He could have died months ago and she was just holding out false hope. Merle could be dead.

That only reminded her of why she hadn't let herself think of her family much. (Y/N) shook her head and focused on the woods surrounding her. There was a map tucked into the side of the worn backpack she'd found two nights ago, and there were a knife and a gun strapped around her waist. Like the rest of her resources, she was running low on bullets. Maybe ten or eleven bullets left. Knife work had become common practice unless she'd gotten caught in a tight spot, which thankfully hadn't been often. But with each day and the lack of supplies, she was getting weak again, and she knew if there was nothing in Washington, she would probably die. And it was fucking terrifying. She was just thanking whatever god, or lack of, was up there that her husband had taught her to track and to navigate the woods.

Nightfall was nearing, and (Y/N) had managed to find the ruins of an old gas station. If there'd been more choice, she would have found somewhere else. It was too similar to where she'd stayed with her group near the beginning. With Kai, her mom, Andrew... But there was nowhere else, and it was safe enough, so it would have to do. It beat sleeping in a tree again. Seriously, sleeping in trees was going to destroy her back. After clearing the gas station, and trying to barricade the doors as much as possible, she opened the latch of the room, closing it behind her, and climbed onto the roof. She placed her bag down on the roof, and hesitantly lay down, using her bag as a pillow, keeping her knife and gun close. Nowadays, as it had been further proved by Terminus, it wasn't just the dead she had to worry about. After a lot of tossing, turning, rumbling of her stomach and worrying, her body finally shut down, and she let herself sleep.

Dawn was barely breaking when she was woken by the sound of brakes squealing. Fuck. People weren't something that reassured her. Not anymore By instinct, the sleep was shaken from her body and the grogginess was non-existent as she crawled back to the latch, panic starting to rise in her chest.

"You're sure it was here you saw someone from Hilltop? Boss is coming to check it out himself," An unfamiliar, and much too loud considering how many walkers were around. The door of their vehicle was slammed shut.

" I saw 'em last night. Just the one, killed a couple dead fucks and barricaded the doors. Looked tired, sick, think they ran away from Hilltop or something," Another voice replied. Oh fuck. This guy had seen her. He had to know where she was. She was gonna have to have a mad dash for freedom. Carefully, she opened the latch, making sure to drop into a crouch when she got back into the store and tiptoed towards the backroom where the least barricaded door was, only made of a relatively flimsy. metal shelf Last night, she'd been too exhausted to barricade it properly, which now she looked back was unbelievably stupid, however it was also potentially saving her life now. The two voices continued as they got closer to the storefront, and (Y/N) used the little strength she had to push the barricade out of the way and opened the door. However in her rush to escape, she hadn't noticed the bit of broken metal jutting out of the shelf, so as she pushed her body against it, it torn through the side of her leg. Red seeped down her leg, making a small pool on the floor quickly. (Y/N), you fucking idiot.

"Fuck!" She whispered. Fucking hell that hurt! She moved to try and apply pressure but the sound of glass smashing in the front of the store made her freeze. She didn't have time to stop, she had to get out of here, even if it killed her. Something about the way these people talked alone felt off. Honestly, she wasn't sure if it wasn't just her paranoia at this point, but after Terminus and that night at the camp, she wouldn't risk it. Just as she limped outside, she heard another squeal and she could only assume another vehicle had pulled up. Her bag, her body, everything felt heavy as she stumbled forward and back into the woods. She wasn't getting far, but if she could get just far enough that she could hide, maybe she'd be okay. Knowing her luck, it wasn't damn likely. (Y/N) couldn't help but be hyper-aware of the blood trail she had to be leaving behind. She managed to get a fair distance before the pain searing up her leg stopped her, and she hid inside a bush. She didn't have any other options. She heard swearing and shouting, and some snarlers getting taken down and eventually, two men came barging out the partially open back door. One of them was holding a rifle, up and ready to shoot and the other one had a revolver. Both of them looked like the perfect example of someone who could ruin (Y/N)'s day.

They were looking around, still on guard, and it was clear they were looking for snarlers until she saw a new guy on the roof where she'd been just minutes ago and called down that she wasn't there. Well hell, they were definitely looking for her now. One hand was clutching her leg, desperately trying to stop the bleeding as much as possible so she didn't bleed out, while the other gripped her gun tightly, ready to fight if she had to. She had to bite her lip to stop her from crying out as she applied more and more pressure. It wasn't deep enough to have hit a vein, and she knew if she'd hit an artery she would already be dead and eating these fuckers, but it was deep enough to not stop bleeding with a little bit of pressure. Upon hearing that (Y/N) wasn't on the roof they cursed, and pressed further on and unluckily, nearer to her bush. Rifle guy whispered to revolver guy and revolver guy went back around the building towards where she assumed the vehicles were. Maybe he was going for the boss? She watched carefully, before letting her gaze fall back to her leg, applying more pressure and she was starting to taste something metallic in her mouth as well as she bit her lip harder. Apparently, that split second was all it took for the rifle guy to creep forward right in front of her bush. It made her think that they'd known where she was all along.

There was the end of a rifle right in her face when she looked up and she couldn't stop the alarm from spilling into her eyes as they met his. This guy had a smirk on his face, looking very accomplished. The living didn't want to give him a fucking break, did they? Knowing her chances against a rifle were disadvantaged, she stood up slowly from her hiding, wincing as she put a little pressure on her leg. The barrel followed her as she rose, even as she stumbled slightly on her injured leg. The pair stared at each other in a moment of tense silence, and she tried her hardest not to let her internal panic spread to the outside, and (Y/N) scowled at him, eyes sharp and narrowed. What she was about to do was the dumbest plan she'd ever had, but with a fucked up leg and nothing to patch her up, none of her options was looking particularly great. So, she quickly raised her gun and fired, so soon he only just reacted. The bullet skimmed his head, tearing a bit of skin from the side of it, and he tackled her, his rifle falling out of either of their reach, but not before catching her face and leaving a nick on her forehead. A cry, borderline scream, escaped her as his knee fell onto her wound, but she gritted her teeth and stretched to his belt where a knife was protruding. He pulled back, but she'd just managed to grab it and turned them around so she was straddling him awkwardly, her injured leg at an angle to avoid any pressure.

(Y/N) raised the knife to stab it down into his head, seeing an angry but smug expression on his face. She couldn't help but wonder how the fuck someone in his situation could be smug, but her question was answered by the clicking of four or five, as far as she could tell, guns.

"I'd drop that if I were you," Rifle guy smirked from underneath her, and she glared but reluctantly released the knife and let it drop. He shoved her off and she let out a grunt of pain. Shit that leg was going to get infected. Her gaze raised to look at the semi-circle of men around her, along with one woman, with dark-haired and bleached tips pulled into a bun and a deadly look in her eyes. The rifle guy stood up and picked up his rifle and joined his people. A slight glimmer in the corner of her eye in the dawn sun made her look up, and there he stood in dead centre. He clutched a barbed wire wrapped bat, a glove on the hand holding it, and she had to admire his weapon. It was pretty damn cool. Baseball bat guy was wearing a white shirt, super impractical for the apocalypse she couldn't stop herself thinking, with a leather jacket on top. His hair was dark, but greying along the sides and in his scruff. And he was grinning, and while there was no malice in it, it didn't make her feel at ease by any means. If anything, it made her squirm more. His eyes raked down her body and suddenly she felt small. He was a predator, and she was the prey. Oh fuck. He whistled, almost akin to that of a wolf whistle.

"God damn lady! If that didn't make my pants tight I don't, know what will! Adam, you should be ashamed. She nearly killed you, and she was fucking injured!" Baseball guy grinned, stepping forward swinging the bat slightly. (Y/N) didn't say a word, just glared at him and she saw entertainment dancing behind his eyes. He crouched in front of her. She was starting to get really sick of egotistical men who had a little bit of power over her crouching in front of her. Fucking condescending assholes. His eyes dragged down to her wound, and he pressed two fingers to it, making her hiss.

"Go to hell," She growled, leaning towards his face. If only to prove she wasn't intimidated despite the terror in her lungs. He let out a loud laugh. But unlike the murderers at camp or Gareth, it wasn't fake or dark. It was a genuine laugh. Somehow that worried her more.

"Is that any way to talk to your saviour?" He asked with a cockiness that made her skin crawl. Her glare deepened, and he removed his hand from her wound. He wiped his bloody hand on his jeans, before using it to grip her chin. She had to resist the urge to pull her face away. This guy was more dangerous than the other asshole men she'd met. He was calm but dangerous. Like a landmine that hasn't yet gone off. One wrong move and he'd explode. After a second her eyebrows raised in question. "If I hadn't come, you would have killed Adam, not that I could blame you," He leant forward to her ear whispering the next part "He's made moves on some of my wives before. You'd be doing me a favour. However, my loyal crew here would have had to kill you. But I sent my crew and stopped you, so you get to live. You should thank me."

With that last sentence, she was suddenly back nearly two years in front of a dim campfire, with Andrew and her mom at her side. Kai's body, wide-eyed and still bleeding, was slumped in front of her, her mom's throat was slashed and she was gurgling, trying her hardest to cry out. Andrew was beside her, the ghost of a triumphant grin on his face and a bullet between his eyes.

"Really you should be thanking us."

Baseball guy was watching her with a wide grin, as she came back to reality. She was trembling, and tears were building in the corner of her eyes. God damn it.

"Should have a stony as shit lady like you had met some fucked up people. The way I see it, you're in my debt," He heaved himself up with a deep sigh, still holding the barbed wire bat, which he placed beneath her chin, the spikes cutting and pricking her skin lightly. He clicked his tongue and his eyebrows flashed up quickly. "Hell, woman, you gotta stop giving me that look. Makes me wanna take you back home and fuck you six ways to Sunday."

It took every fibre in her body to stop her from shuddering, and she already knew that when the adrenaline ran out she would be having some form of breakdown. That would be fun

"But, we can discuss that later," He said with a wink "As I was saying, you're in my debt, and you have two ways to pay it off."

"Which are?" She ground out, pressing harder on her wound. Oh, she was definitely going to pass out from blood loss soon. She was already starting to feel woozy.

"See fellas! This is what I mean when I say I want direct! Goddamn, I can tell you are gonna fit right in!" (Y/N)'s unamused look made Baseball guy laugh heartily before continuing on "You can either join us, work for me, we break you down and you become my soldier. Maybe if I'm lucky I can convince you to become a lovely wife for me," He shot her a wink and words of rejection were already building on her tongue "Or, we kill you. Right here and now and leave you for the dead fucks."

Well. She probably should have seen that coming. Men like him wanted few things, and they usually fell along the same lines. From the way he spoke, while he was brash, vulgar and clearly larger than life, he seemed to have a vague, fucked up, set of morals. While he'd talked about fucking her, he'd never suggested forcing it upon her. But she could never be too careful. (Y/N) knew if she tried to run, she wouldn't get anywhere and they'd kill her anyway. Maybe if she went with them, they would patch her up, she'd work there for a while and make an escape. Maybe this guy was just an asshole and his community wasn't bad. From the look of his crew, not likely. Once again, she had limited options. She was getting sick of being in these situations. Baseball guy was watching her, glee in his eyes. However, he was growing impatient, and she could tell when he pushed the barbed wire slightly more into her chin, tearing into her skin, that she knew she had to give him an answer. (Y/N) wasn't stupid enough to deny she was scared. If she wasn't full of so much adrenaline, she would probably be paralysed by it. But she looked up at him, as much as she could with the barbed wire pricking her chin and met his eyes.

"I'll join you."

Being in that room felt too much like Terminus. If it hadn't been for the stitches in her leg, her brain could have tricked her into thinking she was there. It was silent, more so than Terminus. At Terminus, she could at least hear people in the courtyard and walking past the door. She could keep track of time through the sunlight under the door. Here, there was nothing. No light. No noise. Nothing. She didn't know how long she'd been there. They fed her, and at least here the food wasn't expired and once in a while (once a day maybe?) some guy in a scientist coat came in to check and change her bandages. The doctor had told her that Baseball guy was called Negan, but everyone was Negan, which made no fucking sense but she was sure it would in time, and they were in 'The Sanctuary'. Narcissistic bastard. (Y/N) had a strong suspicion that he wasn't supposed to be telling her by the hushed voice he used, but she didn't reject the information. It was the most someone had talked to her in days (hours? Who fucking knew anymore). There had been six doctors visits, so maybe six days if she was right about the time frame, until they pulled her out.

Danica was still storming ahead, but Ben had fallen back to walk beside (Y/N) and Lily, who had an arm around her daughter as she worked through the shock.

"Thank you for saving our asses back there," (Y/N) mumbled quietly and Ben looked to her with a small smile. He shrugged, and turned back to his sister, keeping a careful eye on her. She was pissed, and she got reckless when she was pissed.

"Don't worry about it. Maybe you can save my ass in the future as payback," He quipped lightly, and a small giggle escaped Lily. They were deep in the woods by now, and the dim flashlights Danica and Ben were holding were the only things stopping them from being completely blind. (Y/N) smiled at him. He seemed sweet, unlike his bitchy companion.

"Maybe," She responded faintly. Milky white eyes kept flashing in front of her, guts spilling from a stomach and she shook her head viciously to remove the image. Ben's face suddenly fell, and his eyebrows furrowed as he began running towards Danica. Lily and (Y/N) followed soon after as soon as they saw Danica holding someone at gunpoint. There were four of them, one of them stood in front, wearing a military-style uniform, holding a gun and a military-grade backpack on their back. Two of them stood in front of a little girl, no older than 6 or 7. One of them had short ginger hair with thick eyebrows, looking stony and glaring at Danica. The other kept his hand hovering near the ginger guy and the other hand in front of the kid. He had long, shoulder-length green hair that was starting to fade. (Y/N) rushed to Danica's side, narrowing her eyes at the strangers.

"Hey, hey, hey, look we don't want no trouble. Just wanna get down ta Georgia," The military one said, attempting to defuse the situation, placing the gun down on the floor.

"We have a kid for fuck's sake," The ginger one snapped and (Y/N) looked to Danica. When she didn't move to put the gun away, she put a hand on her arm to get her to lower it. Danica glared daggers at her but hesitantly lowered the gun. The little kid was looking scared, but she had these big green eyes. (Y/N) was never one for kids, she and Daryl had had that discussion before, but she was cute, and she could see herself getting attached to her.

"Hey, alright, it's okay. We just had a tough time, we're all a little on edge. I'm (Y/N) Dixon, this is my mom, Lily, and these two are Danica and Ben," (Y/N) introduced trying to give them a reassuring smile. The tension in the green-haired guy's shoulders deflated slightly and the little girl moved forward a little.

"I'm Kai Thompson," The military one smiled, picking their gun back up and shoving it in their holster. "This is Andrew and Oliver Stewart, and their daughter Anna."

Lily crouched down in front of Anna giving her a little grin, as she moved from behind her dads. She extended a hand to the little girl who took it reluctantly. Her dads were watching carefully, still not trusting her entirely.

"Heya Anna, I'm Lily," She said softly, shaking her hand gently. (Y/N) folded her arms slowly, giving the group a once over, and she noticed how Ben kept his hand over his knife.

"Where y'all headed?" Kai asked, and (Y/N) could pick out that strong Georgia drawl anywhere. It only made her think of Daryl and Merle, out in the middle of nowhere, possibly dead by now. She had to get home.

"Down to Georgia, you?" Ben replied, raising his eyebrows. (Y/N) could feel eyes burning into the back of her head and it didn't take a genius to figure out it was Danica.

"Us too. Meant to be a safe zone in Atlanta," Kai answered, finally dragging their eyes away from Danica. There was a look of budding trust in their eyes, and (Y/N) could tell that they were going to keep each other safe.

When the door creaked open, (Y/N) squinted at the artificial light that flooded the room. Oh, this was way too much like Terminus. A deep chuckle made it abundantly clear about who was standing in the doorway, despite her current lack of sight. As her eyes adapted, she saw him extending a hand to her to help her up.

"C'mon gorgeous, think you've spent enough time in this shithole. Much too disgusting for a lady like you," Negan smirked, and she glared back at him but took his hand. He helped her to her feet, catching her as she toppled slightly on her bad leg. She could tell he was resisting the urge to make a shitty joke about 'falling for him' and she was glad he didn't say it. If he had, she probably would have hit him and sealed her fate as dead.

"Where are we going?" (Y/N)'s throat felt like acid, as she limped beside him. He was leading her back through the corridors deep in the Sanctuary and upstairs, which took her much longer than she'd hoped. Despite how long it took her, Negan didn't lose his patience this and with him still clutching that damn bat, that she'd learnt he called Lucille, she had to be grateful. He was even helping her when he could. However, after being alone for so long, she hated herself for relying on someone else, especially someone like him.

"You've got a big test, beautiful. Gotta make sure you belong here. And I really hope you do, because I wanna pound into you at least once even if you won't marry me," Negan grinned and part of her wished she were still in that cage. Sure, she was convinced she was going crazy in there, but at least she was away from his uncouth comments.

"Not interested," (Y/N) shot back, almost immediately, narrowing her eyes. That only made Negan laugh again, helping her up a small set of stairs.

"Well, that's a damn shame. Never say never though, princess. I'm sure I can convince you," Did he ever stop talking? She knew he was trying to get under her skin, and unfortunately, he was succeeding.

"You've got other wives, fuck them instead," She snapped, sarcastically. Shit, her smart mouth was going to get her killed someday. Pick your damn battles (Y/N).

"Just cause I've got wives doesn't mean I can't mess around some, right darling?" He returned. That cocky grin didn't fall from his face, but there was danger hiding in his eyes. Stop pushing, stop pushing.

"Clearly we have different definitions of marriage," With her response, Negan's eyes darted to her ring finger and he chuckled humourlessly when he saw the silver band. Well, she had just shown her hand. Good fucking job.

"Married, huh? What a shame. Always the hottest ones that are taken. He still out there?" He asked, voice light with glee but she looked away, glaring and biting her tongue. To (Y/N)'s relief, he dropped the subject as they reached a huge room, once again looking a bit too similar to the empty warehouses of Terminus.

Negan removed his hand from hers and moved her to be leant against the metal railing. Below them most if not all of the Saviours were gathered, looking scared and confused, and there was a guy tied to a chair in the dead centre of the group. (Y/N) managed to pick out a small huddle of women, all wearing strappy black dresses and tall heels. His wives. The thought made her squeamish as she looked at the discomfort on their faces. All of a sudden, he slammed Lucille on the metal railing beside her, making her jump out of her skin. He placed a hand on her back, but she limped to the side, just out of his reach. She didn't want his filthy hands on her. Everyone's heads shot up, and they fell to one knew. What kind of cult-level shit was this?

"As all of you know, when we save someone new, when we get a new recruit... they have to prove their loyalty. You know what's about to happen, and you know it isn't going to be pretty. But we got a rule breaker in our midst and a new recruit, so why not kill two birds with one stone?" Negan started down the stairs just beside where (Y/N) was positioned, and she watched him cautiously. "Now, I wish I could let this slide, I wish I could ignore the rules, but this man here betrayed us. Our little AJ here decided he didn't want to spy on our friends at the Kingdom anymore and made a runner! Now, you all know that one of the things I can't stand is a traitor. We're all we have in this shitty world and we can't be turning our backs on one another! Why can't I ignore our little rule-breaker here?"

"The rules keep us alive!" Seriously, this had to be a cult. (Y/N) didn't know how much longer she could stay here. They were all fucking insane.

"That's right! We survive, we save others, we bring civilisation! Rules keep us alive," The guy in the chair, AJ, eyes were darting around, filled to the brim with terror. "And we need to show that to our newest member! So, it's time to punish our dear AJ, and time for our newest member to prove her loyalty. Arat, hand me the saw."

The woman (Y/N) had seen at the gas station the other day strutted over, handing Negan a sharp saw, with the hint of a smirk on her mouth. God, what was wrong with the people here? (Y/N) felt her blood run cold as Negan took the saw and stepped towards AJ, who was starting to panic, wriggling in his bonds. Negan looked up to her, and he stifled a laugh at how tense she was. Without any other words, Negan pulled AJ's sleeve up, and rest the saw on his arm. He wasn't. He couldn't. But she was wrong. Negan brought the saw down, slicing it into the guy's arm. AJ let out a blood-curdling scream, and (Y/N) felt her blood run cold. Her eyes were wide, and she could feel panic sinking into her lungs. There was red everywhere, dripping down his arm, onto the floor, staining Negan's shirt, his scruff, his jacket. He just kept screaming and screaming and screaming. She couldn't breathe. The sickening noise of bones snapping and seperating, of flesh tearing filled the air. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

Eventually, the guy passed out, just as Negan yanked his dismembered arm off. (Y/N) was frozen in spot. What the fuck, what the fuck. He looked at her again grinning and used AJ's arm to wave at her. (Y/N) managed to drag her eyes away and looked around the room. The saviour's faces were all blank, no one showing any emotion apart from Negan's wives, who were crying in horror.

"Doc, take him away, fix him up. Fellas, bring it in!" The doctor who had been checking (Y/N)'s leg started untying AJ and quickly whisked him away on a stretcher that had been placed to one side. There was an all too familiar noise of a snarler behind her, and (Y/N)'s head snapped to look at the doorway Negan had to lead her through earlier, and there stood two saviours leading a snarler on a weird adapted leash. It was reaching out, teeth-gnashing, and she tried to scurry back, but her stupid leg decided she had moved too quickly. She tripped and started to fall back but was stopped by Negan once again. She hadn't heard him come back upstairs, but to be fair she was more focused on the snarler. He wrapped an arm around her waist while she tried to move away, and she thrashed slightly. She had no fucking weapon, what the fuck was he doing? She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe.

"See, if you're going to be one of us, you can't be afraid to get your hands dirty, and do every little task I ask of you," Negan announced, handing AJ's arm to her. "Feed it to the dead fuck."

"You alright, princess? You look pale," Negan asked. He'd moved her to what looked like a meeting room after she'd...

(Y/N) didn't say a word. She still hadn't fully comprehended what just happened and she was just staring at the floor, silently. She couldn't reply. Even if she wanted to. Red everywhere, flesh tearing, bones cracking and creaking. Negan walked over to where she sat, placing Lucille on the table right in front of her, before he placed his hands on her shoulders, to which she'd flinched much to his satisfaction, and leant down next to her ear.

"Okay, better question. Who are you?" He whispered, and she squirmed at the feeling of his breath on her neck.

"I'm Negan."

"Hey Spencer, are Aaron and Eric back yet?" (Y/N) questioned, jogging over to the gate. They should have been back two days ago, but the storm must have stopped them and she couldn't deny how worried she'd been. Deanna had let her into Alexandria about two weeks ago, just after Negan had sent her on her task. She shouldn't be getting attached. She knew that. And she knew it would make it all hurt later, but despite how weak everyone in this place, and how little they knew of the struggles outside the walls, they were the first trustworthy people she'd met since Kai and the others. Spencer let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes.

"If they'd been back, do you think you wouldn't be the first to know?" He snapped, and she raised her eyebrows, daring him to keep pushing. She'd beaten his ass twice before, she would happily do it again. The way he and his brother dealt with runs was ridiculous, and they'd fought over it on more than one occasion. Deanna had nearly kicked her out the second time it got ugly.

In the short time she'd been there, she'd found herself growing close to Aaron and Eric. When she arrived, Deanna could sense something was suspicious about her. As much as the woman irritated her, (Y/N) couldn't deny her sharp wit. She'd put her in with Aaron and Eric after the latter had offered, in some weird hope that they would stop her from getting into trouble. (Y/N) had to hand it to her, apart from a few odd occasions, the couple had been keeping her out of fights, especially when she first joined the community. After so long out there, she was always on guard, and while she didn't think she'd be able to ever get rid of that, she felt safer here. From the snarlers at the very least.

After Nicholas walked over to take his shift on guard duty, Spencer shoved past her. That guy had serious issues. With a small sigh, (Y/N) turned around and walked back into her neighbourhood. She had to get back to her job. Even though she'd hated the idea of working again, of pretending that the world hadn't gone to hell, after a few days, she had started falling into a routine. Since she had much more experience out there than anyone in the whole of Alexandria (not even Eric or Aaron really had any idea what it was like despite being out there so often), she went on runs with Spencer, Nicholas and Aidan, though she knew there was something slightly fishy going on there. Half the time Aidan and Nicholas would wander off somewhere and leave her with Spencer. Spencer only came on runs sometimes, but he would share looks with the other men before they left. Part of her had been tempted to go with them, but she got an awful feeling that prying would do her little good. Especially if they started prying into her business because of it. That would get them killed. And probably her too.

Every week, she had to meet someone from The Sanctuary with information about Alexandria. He needed to know whether it was worth making a deal with them. At first, it had been every two days, and Negan had come himself, to ensure she didn't try anything. But after a few days, he started sending random Saviours, most of which she'd never seen before and extended the time between. She hated them. Every inch of her soul hated herself for ever accepting Negan's offer. She should have died that morning. That would have been better than living with the constant crawling guilt every time anyone showed her any kindness. Or the nightmares of AJ and that snarler that would haunt her every time she closed her eyes. Part of her was tempted to run away, but she knew they'd find her. Negan wouldn't let her go, now he had her unless she was very lucky. But as she'd learnt the past few years, she definitely wasn't.

When she wasn't on runs, she was helping run Alexandria, not that Deanna ever realised it. (Y/N) had learnt that suggesting was more effective than demanding. If she made it sound like it was Deanna's idea, it was more likely to get through to her. That was the only reason some of her ideas had even gotten put into place, like putting locks on houses of the elderly to lock at night in case they passed and turned in their sleep.

"(Y/N)!" A familiar voice sounded and (Y/N) turned around to see Enid jogging over. The teen was known to be extremely antisocial, and according to one of Jessie's sons, Ron, it had taken her nearly three weeks to say anything when she first joined. But for some reason, she'd gotten attached to (Y/N), and she stuck by her as much as she could. Maybe it was the fact that they both knew how much the post-apocalyptic world outside the walls sucked. Enid came to walk beside her as she started heading back to the house she shared with Aaron and Eric. God, she had to stop getting attached. They would hate her later.

"You doing okay, kiddo? I thought Pete was meant to be teaching you and Denise some medical crap?" (Y/N) questioned, shoving her hands in her pockets. Enid shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"He was, but he only wanted to teach Denise because I'm 'just a kid'" She grumbled, using sarcastic air quotations that made (Y/N) chortle. Enid gave a small smile, one that only (Y/N) really got to see.

"Well, kid, you already know how I feel about that man," The two continued walking, exchanging repetitive conversation about the pantry, Pete, Enid bitched about Ron and Sam before they reached her house. They stepped inside and collapsed onto the couch.

"Hey, I was wondering, next time you're on a run, could you try and grab some more comics? I've nearly read all mine, and Sam keeps stealing them," Enid asked, bashfully and (Y/N) smiled. The kid played adult more often than not, and it was nice seeing her actually acting like a child.

"Of course, Enid, I'll see what I can find," She answered, and Enid went to thank her when Denise came crashing through the front door, making the pair jump to their feet. Shit, walkers? An attack?

"They're back and Eric is in the infirmary, c'mon!" Denise dashed off again, and (Y/N) was hot on her heels, sprinting to the infirmary. What the hell did that idiot do now? How bad was he injured? When they reached the infirmary, (Y/N) didn't pause for even a second, and went barreling to Eric's side. Pete was hovering near his feet, but she couldn't help but notice how deathly pale her friend was.

"What did you do, you dumbass?" She demanded, but Eric could hear the pure relief in her voice, and he smiled back at her, despite the small glare on her face.

"Just took a page out of your book," He teased, but let out a groan as Pete started setting his ankle, which she was starting to guess was broken.

"Be careful, asshole," She hissed, and Pete sent her a deathly glare. Eric put a hand over hers, to reassure her. She knew it wasn't Pete's fault, but she was still winding down from the worry.

After about half an hour, Eric was moved home, with the help of Denise, Enid and (Y/N), and she hadn't moved from his side, except to get him anything he needed. Enid had left to give them some space. According to Eric, Aaron had found a new group of about 14 people, and at some point, they'd split up and half of them had found and saved him from getting eaten by snarlers. She made a mental note to thank them later. Aaron had gone with the group for their interviews. Yeah, she remembered hers. Even then she'd found Deanna pretentious. Eric was the one who noticed Aaron walking back to the house, and he laughed when (Y/N) sprinted out of the house to nearly tackle him in a hug. Aaron had to step back a few steps so he didn't fall over, and he was more than a little surprised. She didn't show affection very often, but he supposed he'd probably scared her by being out for so long. Over his shoulder, she couldn't help but notice some kid in a sheriffs hat with his dad. Hell, he looked a lot like that kid from Terminus. But she was probably imagining it.

"You can't just stay in here until my ankle heals, you need to leave, do your job, actually talk to people. Besides, Denise is bringing my crutches later," Eric stated, folding his arms. Aaron was stood behind him from where he sat on the couch, and they were ganging up on her.

"When you first got here, we didn't stay here every day while you had that gash in your leg," Aaron agreed, and (Y/N) started messing with her ring absently, narrowing her eyes.

"You barely knew me then. It's been two weeks and I know you better now," She shot back, starting to pace slightly.

"Okay, look. If you go out for at least an hour, you can come back and check on me. I can survive for an hour, as long as I have a book or something," Eric tried to reason, and (Y/N) paused, holding his gaze. Fuck, they weren't going to let this go until she went outside. It was two against one, and she wasn't going to win this one.

"Alright, fine. One hour, but then I'm coming right back," She snapped grumpily, and the men both grinned. "But let it be known, I'm not happy about this."

"Oh, believe me, we know," Aaron laughed, before kissing Eric's cheek and heading out the door. (Y/N) went to walk out but Eric caught her arm.

"I'll be fine, (Y/N). I promise," He stated and she sighed, leaning down to give him a brief hug before nodding and waking out the door after Aaron. He was stood out front, talking to a large group. Must be the new group, since she knew all the faces here by now. The kid (Y/N) had seen yesterday raised his arm, waving at her with a kind smile, and she waved back, beaming. Then it dropped and she froze, as her eyes caught with some in the small crowd. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. She had to be hallucinating. This couldn't be real

"Daryl?" She heard someone say, but it sounded like her. She couldn't move. This was it. She'd lost her mind, she'd gone crazy. She felt her eyes building with tears, as the breeze blew her hair into her face.

His crossbow, the one he'd taught her how to use so many years ago now, fell to the ground with a clatter, and suddenly he was moving, running, closer and closer until he stopped right in front of her. Her eyes darted all over his body. This felt so real. Could it be real? There was a moment of dead silence between them, where she couldn't hear the confused muttering of the group behind her. Where she couldn't see the wide grin on Aaron's face as he put the pieces together. Then suddenly, Daryl launched forward, yanking her into him so tightly she thought she felt her ribs creak.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. She wasn't crazy. He was there, he was right fucking there, holding her so tightly, a hand on the back of her head keeping her locked against him. Her fingers stabbed into the back of his vest, and she was whispering against his neck without even realising it.

"You're alive, you're alive, you're here," Over and over. She could feel him trembling and tears dripping onto her neck but she didn't care. Her Daryl was alive. Her husband was alive.

"Holy shit," Daryl choked out, and she felt like she could have cried. She never thought she'd hear that gruff, southern drawl again. She let out a teary laugh and she pulled back just enough so she could see him properly. Her hands drifted from his back to hold his cheeks, thumbs running over his cheeks, still laced with dirt and grime.

"If you haven't brushed your teeth, I'm going to kill you, Dixon," She said with a smile before she tugged him forward into a rough kiss. His hands shifted to her hips and he held on so tightly. Like she would disappear if he let go for even a second. Behind them, she could hear Aaron's voice, filled with glee, and the voice of a woman in a similar tone. Confused voices, borderline shouting, and the sound of footsteps running over. But none of it mattered.

He was alive.

TAGS: OPEN

Tags (for this series): @graniairish @fuseburner @gloomystorm @bxxbxy @browneyes528 @hoemadegrace​

(Some of the tags didn’t work last chapter for some reason I’m sorry!)

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x y/n #phoebe writes #blame me #merle dixon #carol peletier #sophia peletier #oc #negan #negan twd #lucille #lucille twd #aaron twd #michonne twd #michonne #rick grimes #carl grimes #lori grimes #beth greene #maggie greene #hershel greene #maggie rhee #glenn rhee #andrea twd #dale twd #the sanctuary

[uhohsuh]

why you shouldn’t support squigglegigs (hannah/fork)

this post is long overdue, but incredibly necessary. fork (squigglegigs) has been active on tumblr since 2011. she’s gone on and on about how she’s been a responsible adult in the many child/teen-targeted fandoms she’s in, but while she’s been befriending minors as young as 14, she’s also been consuming NSFW works of children just as young. below is a detailed account of how she’s been doing this since 2013 and still does it today. a google doc will also be listed if that’s easier to read.

tw for: pedophilia, incest, and gore

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vE0wydzLSA5ek08Y0spuIQSSptL-6Wav2eX8gSm3Fkg/edit?usp=sharing 

Since tumblr is a terrible website, images are not present in this post, but are available in the google doc. Honestly you should just read that instead because the NSFW evidence is available there as well.

ENJOYS/SUPPORTS NSFW ART OF MINORS (SECTION 1)

This first section will talk about events occurring between 2013 and 2016. It is important to note that Fork (squigglegigs) was 20-23 during this time. Her friend Limey (who plays a large role) was 22-25.

Fork drew NSFW Weinerham art in 2013, a ship from RC9GN between two 14 year olds. Fork would have been 20 at the time. 

Fork read NSFW fic of SheZow in 2013. The main characters in SheZow are

12 and 14.

On Fork’s deviantart page, lostflame41, she has ship art between Mabel Pines

(12/13)

and Wendy Corduroy

(15),

posted in March 2014. Although not sexually explicit, a comment on the art talked about a NSFW fic between the two minors. Her replies to the comments heavily implies that she was interested in reading about sex between the two.

Fork has maintained a friendship with a person named Limey since 2013. Limey has used many usernames (

limey404, doublepines, bleventeen, gan-man, etc.)

; these usernames will be mentioned but Limey will still be referred to by name.From

2013-2016

, Limey operated under the tumblr blog ‘doublepines’, which primarily created

NSFW incestuous ship art

between the characters Dipper and Mabel Pines, who are both

12/13

in canon.

Although Limey drew all NSFW of them aged up, they are presented as teenagers and any time these aged-up versions are given a clear age, Limey says they are

17

(meaning they are still minors). NSFW art of anyone under 18, including fictional characters, qualifies as child pornography according to PROTECT Act of 2003/ 18 U. S. C. § 1466A.

Fork clearly knew about and supported this blog. She reblogged non-NSFW on her main blog (because it wasn’t “that pinecesty so it can go here”, implying that she had a secondary blog on which she did reblog the pinecest art) and mentioned doublepines several times in other posts. These posts confirm that Limey was the person who operated doublepines, such as a post reblogged from the doublepines account where Fork calls DP Limey in the tags.Here is Fork liking a

pinecest comic

, and here is her liking a

NSFW pinecest comic

(no NSFW images are directly shown in the video). Fork answered several questions about Limey following the deletion of the doublepines account, further confirming that they were friends at the time.Fork also had a series called “Cartoon Rompus”, a Danganronpa parody featuring modern cartoon characters. Fork once drew the Cartoon Rompus version of Dipper Pines

(still 12/13)

kissing the corpse of another child. Limey also drew detailed gore art for Fork’s series on her account bleventeen/limey404. The art in question has Mabel Pines brutally murdered, with her stomach ripped open and her legs torn off (image in NSFW section). Fork liked and reblogged the piece.This is not the only artist who creates/created NSFW art that Fork has liked. She has several pieces of Randy Cunningham Ninth Grade Ninja art reblogged on her main account that depict a 14 year old character in risque positions/outfits. The artist who drew this piece is hyperdolk, and Fork has several other pieces of their art reblogged. A simple google search will find that this artist was infamous for drawing NSFW between Randy and another minor.

Fork herself has liked their NSFW pieces, such as a drawing featuring two 14 year olds in their underwear

(video evidence provided in NSFW section of the google doc).

ENJOYS/SUPPORTS NSFW ART OF MINORS (SECTION 2)

This section spans from 2018 to today.

In 2018, Fork liked porn of the ship Montacroix, two OCs from her Suh Sire Project, one of which belongs to Fork. Her character who is in this art, Merl, is at least 15 and, at most, 17. The other character is listed as being 17 on the Official Suh Sire page. Fork would have been 25 at the time. (video evidence of her liking FOUR pieces is in the NSFW section of the google doc). 

Limey creating pedophilic NSFW art which Fork then enjoys is something that continues to this day.

Limey currently runs a tumblr account called gan-man in which she posts NSFW art of April and Donatello from the 2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon series. April is canonically 16, and Donatello is canonically 15. 

Limey posted a page of NSFW doodles of the two minors having sex in August 2020. Fork liked this post from her main blog, squigglegigs. Fork is 27, Limey is 29. They are both almost twice the age of these characters. (video, image evidence is provided in the NSFW section of the google doc)

FRIENDSHIP WITH SEVERAL MINORS

Fork has maintained several friendships with actual minors from at least 2017 continuing to today. For safety and privacy, no minors will be named in this document, regardless of whether they are now 18+ or not. However, even with anonymity it is obvious who several of these minors are due to their popularity and association with Fork. We ask that you do not attempt to discover their identities or harass these people in any way over these allegations. 

Fork has been friends with two tumblr users beginning in 2017. At this time, Fork was 24 years old. These two users were 14 and 17. Fork had a private chat with these two minors and glamorized the relationship to outsiders. The group had its own name, received fanart, etc.

Fork is friends with several other minors as well. Several collaborators on her Suh Sire project would have been minors when she included them in her project and had them design characters for her to use.

Her guyslikeus discord had members as young as twelve. Askguyslikeus was a BMC ask blog which has some NSFW-ish content. Fork was at least 24 at the time of its creation. 

In response to a question asked about the chat, she: acknowledges that there are 12 year olds present, acknowledges the NSFW content, does not attempt to discourage other 12 year olds from joining, and basically says that anyone above the age of 10 is welcome to join.

In her invite-only Discord group chats upwards of half of the members were minors, some being as young as 14. Unfortunately only first-hand accounts of this are available, as these group chats are now deleted.

Fork continues to involve herself in fandoms targeted at children/teens and mostly populated by minors, such as: Gravity Falls, Be More Chill, Trolls, TMNT, SheZow, etc. While nothing is inherently wrong with being an adult in these fandoms, Fork befriends minors in these fandoms, then turns around and consumes porn of characters around the same age.

The NSFW evidence for this is present in the google doc. I recommend you either save a copy of it or this post in the off chance that Fork is able to remove it somehow.

TD;LR: Fork is a grown woman who continuously participates in fandoms targeted at children and teens, befriends several minors through those fandoms, and then turns around and consumes porn of child/teen characters the same ages as her young friends.  The way she uses her platform to befriend minors while consuming NSFW porn of minors secretly is deeply concerning and, frankly, should not be tolerated.

#squigglegigs #askguyslikeus #suh sire #hattie cabrera #merl montgomery #bmc #be more chill #tmnt2012 #doctor who #infinity train

[wizard101meme]

The Spirals Trusted Ones: A Wizard101 story.

Remember those ocs I’d posted awhile back, well heres the prologue to the story im writing for them which covers the first arc. there are still a lot of details to work out so this is not perfect but enjoy the first look!! really excited to finally show you all :)

RATING: PG13 for language, references and allusions 

Warning: slight storyline changes. 

Prologue 

Just Outside The Spiral: 

Earth: New York City, New York State 

8 days before Christmas

——————

Jaqueline sighed as she lugged her duffel bag home for winter break. She had spent the last month in the sun of California at Stanford University, her younger sister Molly attended UCLA so they were.... not particularly close in distance but at least in the same state. yet they were across the country from their mother & that was hard. 

Jaqueline usually was excited to come home, yet for some odd reason this year she had a pit in her stomach. The Hustle and bustle of the city with how close the holidays were approaching didn’t help. she had almost slipped up the steps to her mothers home. she’d felt a different presence as she opened the door; one she’d know anywhere as it was the time of year that he came around. 

“Ah, my young Jacqueline.” the familiar voice said. 

“Mom said we could keep him!” Jaqueline heard the sarcastic quip of her sister from the couch. (who knows how Molly got there before her) “-now shut the door you’re letting in all the cold air.” Molly had an adult complex even if she was only 19. 

Jaqueline was Twenty-One, in any sense legal to drink, and truly an adult... yet still in college cause she started a year late due to mysterious delays with her enrollment. 

Jaqueline had swiftly shut the door and dropped her duffel bag and gave her father a hug. “Dad... I missed you so much.” she admitted during the hug. she had felt the older man, who on earth only appeared to be in his late 50s maybe early 60s, hug onto her tightly. “Oh- I’ve missed you much more my young star.” The man had said before releasing the hug. 

Growing up, Jaqueline only saw her dad on rare occasions and truly didn’t know why she never saw him. (if only she knew it was because of-) Her mother always told both girls  that it was because he was very important & did a lot of work. Although, as she got older Jacqueline noticed how it didn’t add up. She also didn’t understand how the loving relationship her parents had held up with the test of time. 

Yet, there was so much Jacqueline didn’t know about her parents & the world around her. Her Parents were Headmaster of the Ravenwood school of magical arts (which is located in a place called Wizard City within ‘the spiral’): Merle Ambrose & Esteemed Sorceress Aylia DarkThistle. 

Aylia was born in the spiral; Yet to unknown parents, She had been raised in Avalon and how she was able to go between the Earth Realm and the Spiral was a complete mystery yet one she only taught to only one other person... Merle Ambrose, for the purpose of seeing the duo's two daughters: Jacqueline and Molly Ambrose. The two were raised on earth due to Aylia having this gut feeling that it would be safer to not expose them to magic, yet she was right- sure it was only a few months prior that Sylvia Drake died and Malistare ‘exploded’ yet, she was glad the girls were not there. 

Now however, she had no choice- Merle wanted them to see Ravenwood and to maybe even learn their side of magic, what school they were, maybe convince the girls to join the summer program that Aylia had started so many years ago. 

so, she told him simply. “Merle, you drop the bomb we're spending Christmas in a different dimension of sorts and I'll open the portal.” 

Aylia secretly was excited; she wanted the girls to be balance students yet she knew Molly probably would be a storm student- she could see the electricity in her eyes if she looked close enough, or maybe that was just her losing it. Jaqueline however, she knew was a life student from the second the girl was born. she knew. 

she knew Jaqueline would do big things yet she hoped it would be on earth, at Stanford (boy... will Stanford be surprised.) Maybe a lawyer like she wanted.... or maybe a life student serving ravenwood with her father. 

“Jaqueline- what realm are you in? Pixie land-'' Molly had commented noticing her sister had zoned out completely. The younger girl had gotten up and dragged the girl into the living room. “So- Stanford! she’s in Stanford dad- that’s like a prestigious school... i suppose mom has told you the details and gossip about UCLA...because you know nothing of either.” Jaqueline sighed as she lugged her duffel bag home for winter break. She had spent the last month in the sun of California at Stanford University, her younger sister Molly attended UCLA so they were.... not particularly close in distance but at least in the same state. yet they were across the country from their mother & that was hard. 

oh but, Molly knew the plan, she had come home earlier and heard them talking about it. confronting them and telling them she’d help ease the plan to her sister. Molly had her own shocked moment yet now she was filled with this electricity to see her sisters shocked face when her father says-

“Why wouldn’t he know Stanford is a prestigious school? and besides the point it really isn’t-“ Jaqueline spoke with grace and carefully sitting down on the couch. 

“because dad has to tell you something.” Molly chirped and Jacqueline sent her a glare. “so i suppose i’m last to know?” 

“we were supposed to find out together but.... i got home earlier.” 

“Find. out. what. molly?” 

“you’re both wizards.” Merle spoke, ending the two's discussion and forcing them to stare at him, Jacqueline the more utterly shocked one. “Are you crazy?” Jacqueline then questioned. “i’m normal! we’re both normal- no scratch that she’s crazy.” pointing to her sister who took no offense to her comment. 

“told you she’d say that.” Molly only quipped and Merle glared at her.

“what’s taking so long, come on let’s go.” she could hear her mother open the linen closet door and walk out of it as if she hadn’t been there for hours. 

“where pray tell?” Jacqueline started to which Molly just grabbed onto her and started dragging her. 

the holiday season starting off right, in a different dimension.

#Wizard101 #Wizzy101 #wizard 101 fandom #wizard 101 fanfiction #wizard 101 fanfic #merle ambrose

[brainshittery]

I know nothing of mined craft but pls tl me ur ocs names and any other info

i love you (platonically)

okay so!! I have a couple!!

First up is Jitter, they're a wither skeleton who found two bars of iron in a fortress's chest and decided 'hey looting is profitable'. I designed their house in minecraft actually but I can't get the image on an ask so i might reblog it with the house later haha. They made an iron sword and its their best friend. other wither skeletons don't like them because they steal so that's their thing. they can't speak Piglin but they understand it.

next is Tap. He's a half-Warden, and 8 ft tall. He's blind but incredibly sound-sensitive and is a builder rather then a fighter or anything. Tap lives in the Deep Dark, and cultivates sculk (which i have more headcanons on) and has a little soul sand garden as well. But! I haven't made his house yet. Oh by the way his hair is naturally blue it is also sculk, and he's got two horns. He doesn't like the sun because he's been living in the Deep Dark his whole life, but he's sort of known in villages because he can't stand iron golems.... they are loud.

After that is Rocket, a personal favorite! God i've done so much worldbuilding for all of these haha uhhh i made his house first, and it's really pretty. He's a pyromaniac who uses he/they for pronouns. They're 5' tall and very light so you could probably throw them. Oh! And they have a pet creeper named Pepper, and an End shrine in the basement of their house. As you do.

Then there's Glistening, a Ghastling, which is a ghast that formed in a humanoid manner. It goes by any pronouns, because it's just- so many souls in one thing. She's friends with Jitter.

Then Blotch, a Glowsquid merling. I made their house too. And they go by they/them and have a general swamp cryptid vibe. No bones here. Blotch is 4'2 by the way. They are also nearsighted!

And lastly (for now), Herschel, the starborne! He's most certainly got adhd I think, I was projecting very hard. He's got pink hair, is 6 ft tall with white eyes (but distinct pupils), and will respond to any pronouns but usually refers to itself with he/it/its. Star shaped freckles. I made his house too.

#asks #brainshits.rambles #minecraft #ocs #herschel #blotch #rocket #tap #jitter #glistening #you cant see it but!! im vibrating in excitement!!!! i don't talk a lot ahahaa

[hellrisen]

WHAT IS UP, MY DUDES ?                  the name’s mads. short for mads mikkelsen’s #1 fan and lover —— alternatively amanda. you can call me whatever you want, though. or anytime :wink: i am twenty - three years young, and i go by she / them pronouns. my favorite movie franchise is scream and i think machine gun kelly is the best thing since sliced bread. but that’s enough about me … so, click the      READ MORE     below for a brief introduction to my oc’s ! 

ALISHA BOE, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER   …   you’re looking for sawyer kinney? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the twenty-two year old nephilim and student with an unadulterated love for soccer, bonne bell cotton candy lip smackers, and 1980′s romcoms. with blondies′ sunday girl set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re tenacious, and yet blithe. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET SAWYER KINNEY —— half angel, half fun. adopted by a nice christian pair in ‘97 after her mommy kicked the bucket. that’s what happens when you fraternise with angels, you see. so … daddy dearest dropped her off at one of eden’s many, many, many churches and said SEE YA !

since then, angelic endeavours have been stifled. for the most part. her adoptive parents died when she was thirteen years old. car crash. and it might’ve been partially sawyer’s fault. we can’t all control our divine urges. or the powers inherited from fathers we never knew.

premonition and other sorts of fun hasn’t been experienced since. partially due to the seizure meds her family feeds her like tic tacs. she’s got epilepsy ! except she like, doesn’t. but from an adult pov and an absence of telekinetic rages since childhood, sawyer accepts the diagnosis at face value. nobody said she was smart.

she’s a vet student, though ! so, she’s semi - smart. sawyer loves all animals ( bunnies mostly ) and has since she was a wee lass. same goes for soccer. nobody loves muddy balls as much as sawyer kinney, y’all.

survivor of three near death experiences, only one which was self - inflicted, sawyer’s kind of convinced herself to have a purpose. she doesn’t. but since the third incident, she’s been more connected to god than ever before. a poor idolisation considering he’d have her sniped if he knew of her existence.

another addition to sawyer’s idiocy is her lack of deep thought regarding the town she lives in. yeah, it’s quirky ! and people are superstitious ! but that’s all there is to it. but as she’s starting to engage more with the vamps of eden, as well as pushing for a release from her medication, she’ll have to unveil this creep - fest for what it is … well, a creep fest.

PERSONALITY …

she’s pushy. like, very. sawyer’s very engaged with her friends and family, possibly due to middle child slash adopted child syndrome. include her or die.

competitive, too. she can get kinda mean when there’s a WINNER title on the horizon. because she has to win, she must win — she’s the best person at whatever they’re competing in. swear to satan ! ( that was me, not sawyer, don’t worry. )

on top of that, sawyer’s the epitome of a social butterfly. she’ll befriend anyone at any given opportunity, and maybe that’s why she’s gonna end up dead in an alley. either way, if there’s a person she does not know —— sawyer will know them by the end of the day. so, it goes without saying then, that she’s quite the partier. drinking is fun ! dancing is fun ! okay ? cool.

STEVEN YEUN, DEMI BOY, HE/THEY   …   you’re looking for wolfgang baek? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the thirty-seven year old human and podcast host with an unadulterated love for dario argento films, his super 8 camera, and chicken mcnuggets is easy to spot. with charles manson’s look at your game, girl set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re meddlesome, and yet voluble. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET WOLFGANG BAEK —— flop movie director / screenwriter, son of a successful movie director / screenwriter, who resorted to hosting a spooky podcast. men, am i right ? always making them podcasts …

wolfie is what you call a movie buff. horror movies specifically. he loves himself a good scare ! hence why he moved to this little hell - town called eden. it was all for that sick and twisted inspiration. for what you ask — well, for his next movie, duh ! the one he started four years ago and has yet to finish … yeah, that one.

due to his father’s job he spent the majority of his childhood on the cinematic scene. both off and on screen. yeah, he got a cameo in one of his daddy’s 1980′s films ! jealous yet ? you should be. but it isn’t just because of that he has never done a sport in his life, okay … he also has heart issues, baby. a defect heart valve that got fixed ( best it could ) when he was a wee bean. it’s fine now. for the most part.

now he’s kind of obsessed with outdoing his dad even though that is the biggest cliche out of all the cliches and he’s aware of the fact. simply being introspective is not enough, is it ? he’s made a couple shorts, and one feature length — flops the whole bunch. i mean, they’re decent to OUR standards. but to this perfectionist ? nah, son. burn that shit.

PERSONALITY …

wolfie can be … callous. insensitive. a bit of a prick. not in the sense of deliberate asshole - ness, but — he’s desensitised to the world’s tragedies ( too many true crime dramas ) and he’s incredibly pretentious. it’s cinema, darling.

he talks a lot, too. TOO MUCH ! nobody asked for his input regarding the rise and the decline of the slasher genre but here he is … putting it in regardless. odds are every other sentence includes either a. a movie reference, or b. a true crime reference. pick one.

because he’s all work and no play, he’s never had a serious girlfriend. i know ! shocking, right ? i mean, look at him !!!!!!!! but no. longest relationship lasted a whooping four months and we don’t talk about that one. there might be a part of him that believes he’s incapable of love … we don’t talk about that either.

AUBREY PLAZA, AGENDER, SHE/THEY   …   you’re looking for muriel stafford? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the thirty-five year old possessed human and journalist with an unadulterated love for impromptu road trips, take-out delivery food, and burt’s bees pomegranate lip balm is easy to spot. with santana’s she’s not there set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re aloof, and yet perspicacious. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET MURIEL STAFFORD —— stanford graduate and general pain in the butt. disowned by her family and the whole ghost hunting community. things we don’t discuss: see above.

to make a long story incredibly short, merle grew up in a haunted house. or so they say … you see, when merle was nine years old, her sister was possessed BY THE DEVIL. or so they say … and all that trauma ? documented, darlings. because momma and poppa don’t hesitate to capitalise on their own children. sickening.

according to merle, her sister suffered a psychotic break, and her parents — previously z listers with an affinity for running ghost hunting blogs — didn’t hesitate to make the fact their latest pitch. AND TO STARDOM THEY WENT ! meanwhile, agnes delgado chugged drain - cleaner two years after it aired.

fast forward last year of college, and the anniversary of the notorious exorcism documentary comes creeping up. so merle says enough is enough ! girl puts her soon - to - be journalism degree to use and writes an extensive exposé on her own fam. that ought to show them, right ? well …

turns out : her input was not wanted. as if it wasn’t bad enough to have the remainder of the delgado clan turn on her, the anonymous identity she’d craved ever since entering the spotlight years ago — it is snatched from her ! safe to say she did not think it through.

so, what now ? well, we change our last name to our mommy’s maiden name and we escape the hell - scape that is texas and then, we hope nobody added your newly - zit - free face to memory. because it’s been * math years * ! okay ? forget it … you never read any of the above …

PERSONALITY … 

merle has never cared for much in general, and that’s very obvious. she has a very deadpan approach to life and all of its difficulties. plus, riveting backstory in mind — she’s unlikely to share details of her life unless it pertains recent mundane bull - crap !

going against everything previously established, her attitude towards the supernatural is not skeptical. aliens, ghosts, ghouls … all things that exist. because muriel delgado grew up in a haunted house. and while her adult mind rationalised all that was seen in her childhood, it also suffered a break of its own post her sister’s death - aversary.

it’s nice to come face to face with old friends, though, innit ? and if all she has left of her past is the demonic presence lurking in the back of her mind, then so be it. beggars cannot be choosers, merle.

#ion have tags fr this #we're also gonna pretend i posted this months ago <3

[thebarkingraccoon]

Laura Sato

In order: Atlanta (injuries in order: Black eye from Merle, Shotgun whipped by Shane, Jaw bruise/Neck bruise from Shane) On the road with Carol after the Greene family farm. Cut hair. Woodbury. (With and without muzzle) The last two are Laura alive and turning. These are something of little spoilers, the chapters aren’t written 100% but the work is being put together. That’s a while from where we are now though.

My “The Walking Dead” OC from: Curative on Fanfiction.net Curative on Quotev Curative on Archive of our Own (Ao3) (Curative on Ao3 isn’t finished being posted, it’s only 20 chapters up out of 64)

I love you guys!

~I know it’s not great, it’s just a collection of details for visual reference. But Laura’s physical description is fairly vague-ish so if readers want they can make their own interpretation. This appearance is what I think of Laura as.

#TWD OC #Walking Dead OC #the walking dead fanfiction #walking dead fanfiction #Laura #Laura Sato #Walker OC