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rickgrimesdoingrickthings · 6 months

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A headcanon about a pet peeve for Rick- something he really hates and will test his patience.

When people say or act prejudice based.

It's not because Rick is some random moralist. In my opinion, there are many reasons why it annoys him so much when people act racist or sexist etc. 1) First thing is- to act based on prejudice is stupid- Rick is very intelligent and stupid people annoy him, specially people who are willing to use prejudice to act superior than others. Prejudice is based on shallow, superficial ideas, puts everyone in the same bag and is strongly influenced by bias- to Rick, that's the most stupid way of thinking. People who say "all men are like this" or "all women are like that" are basically putting 50% of the world population in the same bag without considering each person's peculiarities. Judging without knowing is stupid to him, who acts mostly based on logic and rationing. 2) Second thing- he's sensible and smart enough to know people are way more than race, gender, etc. and are not defined by that. So when someone uses prejudice to erase others, Rick interprets that as injustice, and guess what, Rick hates injustice.

3) Third thing is personal- he has suffered because of prejudice- Rick is far from the concept of what sexist traditional people expect and construct as what "a man should be like". Of course you can't even compare the struggles Rick faces for not being the "ideal male stereotype" with what minorities go through- in fact, black people, LGBT+, women and immigrants go through a lot worse on a daily basis (Rick considers that injustice, considering the previous topic). The point I'm trying to make is- Rick doesn't fit in what most of a sexist society expects a man to be like. He is sensible, emotional, he is not aggressive, he likes art, he's shy, he hates conflict, he is not muscular, he is not big, he doesn't like imposing his opinions, he doesn't like being the center of all attention, he doesn't like to show strength and authority all the time, he is not a womanizer, he doesn't like drinking, he doesn't like going out with friends to bars etc, he likes to read, he likes to draw, he likes to take care of his kids, he is not a controller, he likes to cake care of his appearance, he likes to look good, he doesn't like flirting with strangers or being flirted by strangers. Rick has so many traits that sexist people would disapprove. He probably already got bullied a lot because of who he really is like and maybe it's one of the main reasons he is so reserved about his tastes, about the novels he likes to read and even about the sweets and snacks he enjoys. He hates to see people emulating actions based on prejudice- shallow values that hurt others, without critique, without empathy.

4) Fourth thing- Prejudice thinking / acting is bad to the world.

Rick is aware of the oppression people go through. He thinks racism, sexism, homophobia, xenophobia etc. just bring more pain to the world. That causes more hate, more crimes, more chaos, more suffering, more wars, more mental health problems and diseases, more conflicts and more unhappiness. Prejudices are rocks in the road to the ideal happy world Rick wish that existed. He thinks such things harm human society as whole, he doesn't want that. As a cop, Rick already experienced so much disgrace and violence, many caused by prejudice and it's direct and indirect effects.

5) Fifth thing- Prejudice limits people. It's quite simple: many men could have been great artists, happy with their art, but weren't because they got laughed at, for art wasn't something "manly". Many women could have survived aggressors if they had been taught to defend themselves instead of being labeled as "fragile". Rick has a very practical blunt view of people- he always tries to see the individuals, not the labels. He wants to be free to be a loving father who is present to take care and play with his children- he wants to be free to teach his daughter to fight and be strong- he doesn't want prejudices in the way, he doesn't want people to bother him because of prejudices they carry. He doesn't want his group being weak because the survivors are having their potentials limited. He's very practical, he doesn't want people feeling superior trying to force other people to live in any specific way against their will- to him, as long as people respect the laws so society can be peaceful, people should be free.

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loveandfictionforall · 1 year

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So amazing that your back!!! I love your blog and if you don‘t mind can I request something with twd? Just started rewatching it. Who would initiate the first kiss for Rick, Shane, Daryl, Negan and Glenn?

Awww, thank you 🥹🥹 I am really motived and happy to see that some requests come in 🥹

Thank you for your support 🥰

Who would initiate the first kiss?

Rick - He would be the one receiving it. After all that cheating from Lori, his self-confidence took a serious hit. Then Lori died and he fell into a deeper pit. He would totally notice that he has feelings for them but he would not act on them. So they would have to do the first kiss and step because otherwise Rick is not able to accept that he can also live and not only survive.

Shane - He would totally initiate the kiss. He feels confident in that regard - and sometimes too much. He tends to act impulsivly and may kiss them before they are ready because he misread some signals in his enthusiasm.

Daryl - Both are a possibility but I would say, the other person has to initiate. Daryl would initiate after a life or death situation passed, where they nearly died, leaving him totally unprepared with his emotions which overroad his logic and fears. Otherwise they have to initiate because he can't get it in his thick skull that ge is lovable and desirable.

Negan - Totally would initiate. If he means it serious, then he would wait until they feel ready and he is sure that they have the same feelings. If he just wants to have another wife or something like that, he would ask for consent and then simply kiss because after all it is only a kiss foe him.

Glenn - They have to initiate. Totally. He is thick. He did not even notice that Maggie was interested in him, even though they had sex. So yeah, they have to be veeery clear.

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rattlerinthewheel · 2 years

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Can anybody ID this guy? Had him in my gallery as a face claim for a Dixon, can’t remember his name and it’s not in my notes.

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dixonzzgirl · 3 months

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imagine…

finding daryl a really cool zippo lighter and seeing him mindlessly flick it open and close throughout the day.

sitting with your feet in his lap while you both relax on the porch swing (alexandria era).

pinky linking instead of full on hand holding.

finally getting to the playful butt swat stage of your relationship + him winding up his t-shirt and chasing you around the house.

him praising you whenever you kill an animal: “nice shot, girl.” “look at you.“ “atta girl.”

reading a book with your legs crossed on his work bench as he tinkers with his bike.

getting a cold and when daryl dips down to kiss your lips, you turn your head away from him. “daryl, don’t! i don’t wanna get you sick!” and then he grabs your chin and presses a firm kiss on your lips anyway.

daryl finds a cowboy hat and drops it on your head. you let out a giggle. “what’s that saying? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you smirk. his cheeks darken and he turns away from you. “think ya’ got tha’ backwards..” he drawls. “no? pretty sure i’m right…”

eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa).

having a journal that you can both communicate in. we all know daryl isn’t the best at communicating his feelings verbally and maybe you aren’t either, so you just write back and forth to each other.

i love the journal idea because you would use it for everything. daryl has to be up early to help rick with something? he’ll scribble a quick “helping rick. come find me.” and as soon as you wake up and feel the void in bed beside you, you go right to the journal.

him getting hard as fuck when you give shane attitude (farm era).

you get into an accident on a run and ending up losing a lot of blood and you wake up later in the infirmary. “ya’ lost a lotta blood,” he says. “then i bet you did too…” you smiled groggily knowing that he gave you some of his (he’s a universal donor).

rubbing aloe vera on his sunburnt skin and he just lets out these sexy ass heavy breaths.

him watching you get visibly frustrated when someone else is helping you with something, but not doing it the way you want it done, so daryl steps in and tells them to get lost.

daryl giving you cold medicine while you’re sick and he makes you take it in front of him and open your mouth to show him that you swallowed it.

a/n: these are my favorite scenarios to imagine when I'm in class :) if you wanna use any of these ideas for a fic, tag me! i'd love to see them!

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star-wrote · 1 month

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daryl dixon wants to cum inside of you so bad.

he knows that he shouldn’t, that there are risks…but the need to fill your pussy up is just so strong.

when he’s nearing his peak, he nuzzles into your neck and begs to cum inside of you. his sounds are muffled, but you know what he’s saying because you want it too.

he decides that heaven is the sound of your voice begging him to fill you up with his cum.

but then he finishes, pulls out, and decides instead that heaven is the sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen cunt <3

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mydearestdaryl · 11 days

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Summary: you've loved Daryl's daughter since you met her, but becoming her mama is only recent. Warnings: TWD violence, blood & gore, character deaths, mildly explicit language, implications of sex (kinda), not really proof-read. Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Greene! reader (fluff, angst if you squint, kinda). Setting: Terminus. Credits to: @louifaith for the amazing plot idea, hope you like this! A/N: My first post so please be kind. I tried to keep Daryl's character but it was hard. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I appreciate constructive criticism. ♡

It started on your dad's farm when Daryl got shot by Andrea. Heather, his daughter, was younger then, almost two years old, and to keep her from seeing her daddy in the state he arrived that day, you showed her your childhood dollhouse, playing with her until your dad let you know Daryl was better and resting in the guest room.

You went to visit him, baby in arms, and she immediately jumped into her daddy's arms when she saw him. He invited you to stay a little that night, not even knowing why he did that. You became Heather's (and Daryl's) favorite person since then, and when her daddy was gone she pretty much demanded to be babysat by you and only you.

Then you lost the farm and spent months on the road. Heather became more and more attached to you during this time, who would try to keep her positive and happy by telling her you were all looking for a treasure together. She believed you when you found the prison, where you helped her decorate her and Carl's cell with colored chalks you found.

One day you came back from a run with Glenn and Rick, happy and smiley as you handed Heather the coloring book and crayons you found for her. Glenn told Daryl that the gift almost cost you your life that day.

Too focused on the girl, you missed Daryl's adoring eyes when he looked at you or how he was so protective of you. How he always made sure you and Heather were fed and safe, the subtle blush on his cheeks when you complimented him, or how his eyes never left you if you weren't next to each other.

"I didn't even know 'er," Daryl started. You were sitting next to him on a bench outside the prison watching the sunset as Heather sat on your lap, fighting a nap as she played with the buttons of your shirt. "Her mom," he added, stroking his daughter's downy cheek softly.

Your eyes met his stormy ones, and after staring at each other shortly, he looked away, suddenly interested in the fences.

"Me and Merle had been holed up in our trailer as usual, him bitchin' about how I never wanted to go out no more. Jus' to shut him up, I agreed to hit the bar with him one night," he explained, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

He didn't even know why he was opening up to you. But there was something about you—something beautiful. His daughter was a shy little girl with most, but she seemed right at home with you, bubbly and happy in your arms.

And his father was no different. His walls came down in your presence, even if he tried to avoid or deny it. And there was something between you and the hunter, everybody knew. Everybody saw it but you two. Idiots.

He believed you only liked him because he was Heather's dad, and because he provided for the group. There could be no other reason. And you believed firmly he was only grateful that you took care of Heather, so he was your friend in return.

"I knew it was a mistake as soon as we walked in. Place was too damn loud, too many people. But Merle shoved a beer in my hand, said I needed to "loosen up." So I started drinkin'," now the nap had won over Heather and she was peacefully resting on your chest. "Merle kept passing me drinks, an' I got real drunk."

"Next thing I know, Merle's leadin' me outside, sayin' he's got a 'surprise.' Turns out the damn fool hired some lady, had her waitin' round back. I told him no way but he kept calling names, tellin' me I wasn't a man…" Daryl talked and lowered his volume as he stared at the girl in your arms, eyes always softer when he looked at her. "Woke up in the mornin' feelin' lower than shit."

"'Bout nine months later there's a knock at the door. This girl's standin' there with a pink blanket inside was the tiniest baby I ever saw. Pink lil' face scrunched up, fists balled at her sides. Couldn't believe somethin' so fragile was spawned from my sorry ass," he chuckled, but it was almost pained.

You wanted to speak, to tell him he was an amazing man, but you knew that right now he needed just you to listen.

"The woman told me if I didn't keep her she was gon' throw her in sum dumpster. I wasn't sure she was mine but I didn't care then," he added, eyes finally making contact with yours again, slightly squinted but as if he was about to tell a joke. "Then she grew into her face and…"

"She's your twin," you giggled and he nodded, his gaze finding his shoes. If only you knew what the sound of your laugh did to him. "How did you choose her name?"

He chuckled again, meeting your gaze again, "she didn' have a name for a month," he explained with a smile. "Then ma uncle said she needed one, and I called her all the girl names I could think of until she smiled at one."

"She named herself," you said with a breathy laugh, placing a kiss on the head of the adorable girl holding you while she slept and his eyes while looking at you were this close to turning into hearts.

The memories seemed too distant now.

The second prison attack seemed like a blur. One moment Hershel was dead, and then Daryl was ordering you to get Heather and leave. Now you both were camping in a makeshift tent five days later, the almost-three-year-old blissfully unaware of the stressful situation, for all she knew, you two were on a little vacation. A girls' trip.

Maybe keeping the girl in such a state of ignorance was foolish, knowing the chances of never seeing her dad again were high, but she was a toddler, a baby, and you'd keep her unaware and happy as long as you possibly could.

Sleep claimed you at some moment of the late night, much to your dismay, since you had been trying to keep watch every night.

"Mama, mama, maaaama," Heather called you in a sweet, sing-songy voice as she cradled your face with her tiny hands, shaking your face gently. You opened your eyes quickly, instantly searching for dangers, but there was none nearby. It was now morning, though.

Then you realized what she called you, and your heart skipped a bit. She considered you her mom.

"Hey baby," you softly cooed.

"When we gonna eat?" Heather spoke letting go of your face to play with the her bunny plushie. A gift by Daryl last winter.

"Oh, you're hungry? We still got an apple left, let me slice it for you," you said, moving her off you to go get the apple and knife from your bag, and beginning to slice it. A grumble was heard from your stomach, reminding you that you hadn't eaten in 3 days. All the food was for Heather now since it was getting harder to find it.

"Mama hungry," Heather giggled as she took the napkin with the apple slices and started munching on it. You hummed, not wanting to deny or confirm it as you sat next to her. Heather handed you a slice, and even though you wanted her to remain fed, you figured you'd find more food today and took the slice from her hand, eating it slowly to make it last.

Yes, you knew it didn't work like that.

"You know what we're doing today?" You started as you got the baby wipes you found in the last drugstore you came by, cleaning her face and hands. Oh, how you missed showers.

Her cute face lit up with excitement, she had already complained of being bored in the trailer. "We're going on an expedition today!" you explained, eyeing the stain on Heather's shirt she had been wearing for the past couple of days. "We're gonna find food, and maybe new clothes, perhaps a toy, how does that sound?"

"I'm not busy," Heather replied casually, making you laugh, "and we gonna find daddy!" she added with a gasp, beaming excitedly. Your heart dropped, but you didn't let it show, simply faking your best smile.

"Oh, but we're on a girls' trip, honey, daddy will have to wait a little longer."

Heather nodded and you got your bag ready, although it was almost empty. You got your quiver on and held your bow with your right hand, Heather holding the other hand. "Now, remember the rules? If I say yellow…"

"I hide, close my eyes, and be quiet," Heather said, skipping as she walked next to you, "and if you say red we run," she added, looking all adorably serious.

"Perfect," you praised her. "We're also looking for a new place to sleep, would you like that?" She nodded, crouching down to pick up a rock she found pretty.

In the trunk of a car of a man who opted out with a headshot, which Heather was thankfully too short to notice, you were lucky enough to find two bags of chips on the verge of expiring, but still good,along with a bottle of water—it was hot but it was good too. The girl happily helped you put the stuff in your bag before you both, quietly continued your journey in search of somewhere to camp.

On your way, you found a sign with a map. Some place called Terminus seemed to offer shelter for anyone, it claimed to be a sanctuary.

It seemed too good to be true, but it was also too dangerous to stay out here with Heather another night, so you decided to give it a shot.

You walked almost all day, holding Heather when she was too tired, and boy, was she getting heavier, but at last, you found Terminus that night. There, the people seemed kind and attentive, perhaps too much so. Obsessed, almost. Mentioning how rare it was to see a little kid lately, and going on and on about how sweet kids are.

Your gut was telling you to run, to take Heather far from this place, so kindly declining the food they were offering, you took your girl in your arms and told them you still had to find her father, as an excuse.

This infuriated these weird people, making them point their guns at you and the sleeping child in your arms as they threatened you to try and move. Your heart was beating fast you thought Heather would be able to feel it. You begged them to let you go, holding your kid as tight as you could as she stirred away so she wouldn't see what was happening.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll keep you together. Kids and women taste good together," she whispered in your ear as she dragged you to a sort of shipping container, locking you and Heather in there, taking your weapons and bags away.

Silently allowing yourself to cry, you told Heather you were in a cave and you'd be safe here until tomorrow. Rocking her back to sleep.

You got no sleep at night, expecting these cannibals to show up, ready to put up a fight. The kid woke up when you assumed morning came since it was dark inside this place.

To keep Heather from being afraid, you played with her to guess the number, letter, or word you spelled on her back with your fingers, thankfully earning a bunch of laughs from her. But all too soon, one of the men who welcomed you suddenly opened the door ordering both to come with him, dragging you when you begged him to let you go.

He took you to a room with tables that had all kinds of stuff, from toys to jewelry, to clothes and shoes. They were belongings of other people.

The man's voice interrupted your thoughts. "First, take your earrings, necklace, and shoes off, and put them where they belong," he instructed. "The kid can put the toy over there," he pointed at the pile of plushies and toys. Your heart ached for the kids that you assumed died here.

"Mama?" Heather spoke to you, hugging your leg. "Why mama?" You could tell she was getting scared, and you didn't know how to turn this into a game or a story, and only a nervous stammer left your lips.

"I'll come back to let you know when you can take your clothes off," the man said, eyeing you in a way that made you want to poke his eyes out. "Try anything funny and I'll make you watch as we eat her," he whispered in your ear, almost making you gag from the way his hot, stinky breath hit your neck. You gulped, staring dagger at him as he laughed and left through the back door. "I'll be right outside," he said all too cheery.

You felt grossed out. The only difference between these people and walkers was that they were alive and aware, and that thought alone made you feel more uneasy.

"Daddy!" Heather squealed happily, making you turn your head so fast, but you only found her reaching for the crossbow on the table that had weapons. How did you miss it? It was Daryl's crossbow, no doubt. With the little stick figures that Heather drew on one side. "Mama, Daddy's here!"

"Yeah," you said almost breathlessly as you grabbed the weapon. "He is," you said, still processing the new information.

"Let's go get him!" Heather declared, but a loud explosion made both of you jump, Heather let out a little scream, hugging you again before she started crying. You held her as you slowly approached the door to hear the commotion outside, hearing the guys that were outside the door rush away.

You opened the door, seeing nothing but chaos outside.

You closed it again, setting Heather down and kneeling to talk to her. "Okay, baby, right now we're going to get away, okay? We're going to run. It's red, got it, honey?" you tried to say as calmly as you could. Between subsiding tears, she nodded, saying okay in a whisper.

"I trust you, mama," she said holding you tightly.

After a few seconds, you rushed to grab your bow and arrows, as well as Daryl's crossbow, slinging both on your shoulder before grabbing a machete there was on the table. You held Heather and told her to hold onto you no matter what, hiding her face on your neck so she wouldn't have to see anything.

Everything felt in slow motion when you stepped outside, stabbing in the head the walkers you came across, and trying to find a way out without being bitten. Though a gap in the fence you managed to get Heather through, and you carefully climbed over it.

You walked for about ten minutes until you heard voices. Daryl's voice among them. "Heather and (Y/N)?" he asked. You set Heather down as the two of you approached them, her tiny hand in yours.

"Yeah! I saw them, I thought they were behind us. I called them. They probably didn't hear me!" Carl explained, a hint of stress and sadness in his voice.

"They gotta be still there, I'm goin' back for 'em," Daryl announced.

"You're probably gonna need this!" Heather repeated what you told her to say, as you held the crossbow in your hand. All eyes turned to look at you immediately. There were some new faces, but you were focused on Daryl.

His teary eyes made contact with yours, his breathing was heavy, and his lip trembled. You stared at each other for a minute until his gaze dropped to Heather and he finally broke down. Heather and you ran to him, he and you kneeling for a family hug. "Daddy!" Heather called happily, eyes closed from the big smile she wore.

You were finally home—the three of you were. His arms protectively around his two girls as Heather beamed peppering his father's and mother's face with sweet kisses, drying your tears too. She didn't understand why you cried when she was so happy, but she didn't question it.

Impulsively, he held your face softly with his free hand and his lips met yours. It was a peck, quick so he could pull away before you reacted in case it wasn't a welcomed action. But you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in again, pouring all the emotion both had been too blind to notice before into the kiss. You only pulled away when you heard Heather giggle next to you.

Taking a proper look at her daddy now up close, she gasped, looking at his blackeye. "Mama, Daddy got a owie," she pouted, "mama gonna make it better," she told her father, placing a hand on his shoulder in utter seriousness.

"I'm sure mama will," Daryl hugged his daughter, meeting your gaze again, but this time his eyes were softer, adoring, and loving, and yours were just the same. Heather nodded before his dad tickled her with his beard, making her laugh loudly, which made the rest of the group smile as well.

Maybe things weren't perfect yet. Life was not perfect. But this moment absolutely was.

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cosmic-glow · 7 months

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Could you write some headcannons about being negan‘s daughter?😄

Notes: I'm terribly sorry it took me so long to write this, but I hope you still enjoy it, good reading.

Warnings: fem!reader; a little angst; Negan being a loving, playful and protective father; SFW.

You are a princess, and that is exactly what you are called among saviors.

Negan is a very affectionate father, with his sarcastic and crazy way.

He could never actually say "no" to you, since you were little he spoiled you, you are his little princess.

He's very protective of you, always has been, but after the fall and your mother's death he became even more so.

Would teach you how to handle weapons and kick anyone's ass that bothered you.

You don't like to remember it but you know that even if he never said it, you were the one who kept him rational and firm to follow after your mother's death, it was a very difficult time for both of you.

And that's one more reason why he's so protective, he can't lose you too.

Negan is really good at reverse psychology and emotion interpretation and all that, so it's hard for you to hide anything from him.

Trust me girl, even when you think you haven't let anything slip he'll have asked at least 3 trusted saviors to make sure you don't get hurt going through with it.

Sometimes when he's alone in the office you go up to him just to gossip about something going on at the sanctuary, like two mean girls talking.

Depending on your age he would joke that you should date Carl or Daryl, just to piss you off. "You could symbolize peace between the groups! We would have a ceremony at the sanctuary, it would be beautiful, dear!"- his eyes glistening with sarcasm.

Oh wait, do you like girls? You're still not free from his teasing, even if you're asexual he'll find a way to annoy you with it.

But actually the idea of someone with you really makes him uncomfortable. I mean he's ok with the idea of you dating, but first he has to scare the person a little bit to doesn't dare hurt you.

When you were little he hummed you to sleep.

He'd let you makeup him, take you to soccer or baseball practice, watch the recitals, the plays, and he was always so proud of you.

But Negan is also the type of dad who would tease you a lot, making silly pranks, jokes and always taking the conversation to the more comical side. The kind who would rather see you sulk than miss the joke.

You know that parent whose child slips and falls and the dad laughs first and then helps? So, is Negan.

As soon as he saw you for the first time and held you in his arms he knew he was more than ready to give you the world if that's what you needed.

Negan made a "list of possible gifts" the Saviors could find to bring you, but you don't know it.

If you're feeling too superior in front of others, he'll embarrass you by saying something like, "Oh, there you are, daddy's big baby!" or "come on, my pretty princess, we're done here!", anything like that just to put you back in your place. After all (for now) he's the boss.

He would talk to you about "business", about how he wants you to fill in for him if something happens, what actions you should take, how you shouldn't truly trust anyone, never bow your head to anyone, and how even though you have to be stern and impetuous at many times, you must never lose your humanity, otherwise all will be lost.

You go on missions, but never alone to places he hasn't been, in fact most of the time you're accompanied, even if you don't realize it.

He knows you're more than capable of defending yourself, he's trained you to, but he still prefers to be on the safe side because he cares about you.

After all, you are his little princess<3

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deadgirlwalked · 15 days

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Firmly think that Parent!Glenn would be someone that always does an activity on the weekends, whether that be going climbing in an indoors facility or driving like an hour or two somewhere to watch nature. Definetly would be someone that'd spend a whole weekend teaching their kid how to make food, either traditionally Korean or from another cuisine.

I dont think Glenn would be an outdoors man like Daryl or would love to go camping like Dale might, but I think he'd try to instill a healthy love and appreciation for nature in his kid.

And even if they'd fall on hard times (him being a pizza delivery guy before the zombie apocalypse and apparently dropping out of college from what I've heard?) He'd still try to find cheap alternatives to go hangout with his kid, no matter if its just hanging out at home watching a movie or going to the park to just talk.

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rickgrimesdoingrickthings · 6 months

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hc + cheating

Rick Headcanons about cheating

Cheating in general, in games and such, it really depends of the situation- he will judge someone weak minded and insecure if he catches them cheating- Rick is aware accepting defeat is part of being strong and he thinks that people who always try the easy ways in life tend to be weaker and less capable at most things, such as Spencer. Rick in general dislikes cheating and people who cheat lose points with him. Unless it's a playful situation or a silly game, then Rick will most likely join the fun and not give it too much thought. In the apocalyptic world, as the nice hypocrite Rick is, he is willing to cheat and lie to his enemies and other neutral people in order to protect his loved ones and het what he wants.

To his group, his loved ones, Rick probably will not cheat or lie. He's very honest and practical and likes to work wirh the concrete situations. It will annoy him so much if he knows the truth and can't say it, or feels like the situation isn't the best for him to say it (like in season 2 when he knows everyone becomes a walker when they die but wasn't sure yet so he refrained from telling the group to not cause more panic, and like when he arrives at Alexandria and tries so desperately to tell everyone they need to have security measures while everyone is living in a fantasy etc). Rick will also keep from telling what he knows to avoid conflict, but that's not lying or cheating per se. (Like when he knew Lori and Shane had an affair but decided to be quiet about it.).

In season 8 when he's crazy suicidal against Negan and the Saviors, Rick does lie and manipulate his friends, but only when the situation puts his own safety at stake, when he wanted to risk his own life and he didn't want others to try and stop or save him.

As for relationship cheating, romantic or friendship wise, that is the end of the world to Rick.

He's a very sensible loyal man and the bonds and relationships he forms with people are either distant casual and superficial or very deep and trustworthy- there isn't much in between that- Rick would pretty much risk his life and die for anyone he considers family. Even side characters such as Tara and Tyreese, Rick offered so much love and support once they became his family, risked his life for them and got so damn sad or mad whenever they risked their lives or died.

Since Rick is such an intense emotional and logical introvert, it takes so much for him to trust people and form bonds and open up and allow himself to be vulnerable in front of that person. He doesn't do small talk, he doesn't spend time in shallow superficial social moments- such things drain him. When he spends time with someone, when he shares love and helps someone, it's because he really means it, and if he got betrayed despite all that, it would mean so many bad things to him.

Being betrayed/cheated on makes him feel like all he did and represented for the person wasn't good enough, wasn't worth it, wasn't appreciated- since he feels so much for the people he loves, getting cheated on would make him feel unloved, as if the person had taken all those feelings and moments together and thrown away. He will feel like an idiot for trusting the person and might even regret it, closing himself even more and becoming distant. It's such an effort for him to get close to someone and bond- too much social situations stress him out, so when he bonds with someone, that bond is strong and deep- if the person breaks it behind his back, he will feel stabbed.

Rick might have a hard time understanding that relationships and feelings for others might not hit them as deep as they hit him- so to his point of view, when others cheat / betray him, it means they considered trash all the emotion, love and care Rick invested. It might be difficult for him to understand the other's point of view, the other's reasons for cheating or betraying, and it doesn't help Rick tends to avoid his emotional problems.

Just like his marriage with Lori, probably Rick was avoiding so many problems for so long that Lori started feeling really unhappy about their love life, basically begging for any reaction from Rick at all because he just kept postponing their problems. After Lori decided to sleep and have a relationship with Shane just after 2 months Rick was gone and still LIE and HIDE that from Rick- that was such a punch against his emotional heart.

The person choosing to NOT TRUST Rick, to not TELL HIM THE TRUTH (even though it's very ugly) hurts much more than the betrayal itself- because Rick is always supportive, he would always accept and support his loved ones even though they made mistakes- hiding the truth from Rick, to him, means the person is throwing all his support in the trash, neglecting all the times Rick stood on his loved ones side despite their mistakes. Rick was mostly hurt about Lori and Shane not telling him about what had happened than about them being together, Rick was mostly hurt about Lori hiding from him she was trying an abortion than actually trying it- because if Lori and Shane told him all those problems, why they happened and what they were going through, Rick would understand and support them as much as he was emotionally capable to, regardless of the pain, Rick wouldn't feel like the whole world was against him, Rick wouldn't feel like he's being fooled and betrayed by his loved ones every single day. Rick is capable of forgiving, even though he's hurting, he just hates it when people act like he's not supportive or reasonable, like he couldn't be relied on for emotional and moral support. He has the need to feel loved and supported too, when he makes decisions for the group and when he's hurt- the support shouldn't be one sided, he needs it and it doesn't help when he finds out he's being betrayed- and the people doing so keep hiding it from him. When I rewatched the series, specially season 1 and 2, it became clear to me how Rick is much smarter than he seems to be. He knows things, he just keeps quiet and observes.

Rick logically can understand that Lori and Shane thought he was dead, he can understand Lori felt scared and Shane offered shelter and safety- on the LOGICAL basis, Rick totally gets it. But on the EMOTIONAL basis it's near zero- Rick simply can't feel empathy for that- he can't emotionally swallow that- because he has so much trouble dealing with his own emotions and solving his sentimental problems- the emotion he has of revolt and hate and frustration will always be much bigger than any of the reasons of his betrayer. This is why Rick had so much hate and anger stored inside against Shane and decided to make his death personal, with a knife (confirmed by the producers of the series in interview on blu ray extras) and after it's done, Rick will use logic and morals to justify it, so he can accept it (and also convince others).

If he gets betrayed, he might forgive, he might approach the person again and rebuild the broken bonds, but he will never forget and it will take SO MUCH TIME for Rick to start expressing his love again, just like happened between him and Lori in the Prison arc. Even if Rick distances himself and acts cold, he will never stop loving the person, what makes it so hard for him emotionally.

Summary:

He's a logical, super smart, clever, sensible good, loyal emotional supportive man who will fight the world for those he loves. If he loves you, as friend or lover, he will most likely stay on your side even if you mess up bad, so it's just STUPID to betray and cheat on him. It's stupid, because he will find out, he will distance himself, it will be bad for you not having him close and it will be bad for him being emotionally damaged. So if you messed up, just tell him and apologize and at least he won't feel ultimately betrayed, hurt and unloved, he might even support you (he still will be on your side, even if he's mad) and bond again sooner. It will hurt but it will be better than keep on betraying him every day, lying while he's well aware of the truth, he's not stupid.

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