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Bring back white winged fan ficc xoxo

😂 only if I can write Arthur Morgan fanfics this time

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I'm not sure if you take requests so feel free to disregard this but could you do one where daryl has a baby with someone in the 6 years off looking for rick and they're really close and the kid meets judith and rj and it's really fluffy?

Hi! I’m really sorry Ive not replied ive not been on here much ❤️

So I’ve actually stopped writing but if I feel up to it I can give it a go at some point if people want to read that! If you’re wanting it quicker though probably best with another writer!

Thank you so much for thinking of me though ❤️

#request

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AHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you had the best day celebrating just how wonderful you truly are! Love you!💛🎉

Oh gosh, thank you ❤️❤️

I had a very relaxed day, so it was great hahaha! Love you lots thank you again ❤️

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Happy birthday me 🙌🏼

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Name a better feeling than getting the first comment on a fic you were uncertain about and knowing that at least one person liked the tiny piece of your brain that you put on the internet

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I can’t wait to read some commonwealth daryl fics! PLEASE THAT LAST EPISODE?? SOMEONE WRITE SOMETHING IMMEDIATELY

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TWD S11 E10 SPOILERS (kinda?)

NO CAUSE I CAN NOT DEAL WITH SINGLE DAD OF TWO DARYL HELP 😫😫😫😫😫

#twd #the walking dead

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I'm going to miss your fics so much! Please still share your private writings with me 🥺

🥰 I’ll always share my writing with you, whenever you’re free to read it! Wouldn’t be half the writer I am today if it wasn’t for you ❤️

ily ❤️

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An Important Announcement

Unfortunately I’ve come to the conclusion that I will no longer be writing fics.

It was short lived lovely part of my life that got me through a horrible time trying to figure out what was going on in my brain but I think it’s time to hand up my coat.

Since my hiatus, I’ve noticed a massive decline in numbers on my blog which is demotivating, not that I do this purely for numbers but when I’m use to a certain amount of notes it makes me question myself when I don’t reach those goals and that’s a toxic thought process to have!

So I’m just going to write for myself (which might be a good thing, so I’m not scared to explore different things, just like my newest series which wasn’t a hit 😂) I’ll still be here lingering, reading my favourite writers fics all the time of course!

Anyway, thank you all for your support over these past few months ❤️ I love you all!

Edit: here is my master list just incase anyone wants to read my old fitcs ❤️

#daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #norman reedus #norman reedus fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic

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Paradox | Chapter One

Summary: Before the outbreak, you spent your time writing award winning horror literature. Now you spend your time haunted with the irony of navigating a world only you could write about.  Era: Prison  Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: Typical TWD stuff/ Language.  Guide - Italics are snippets from reader’s novel.

The dead had finally caught up to Harper after days of running and now she was staring into the milky iris of death holding it by the throat to keep it at bay. The harder she pushed into it’s jugular, the softer it became and old, dark blood poured down her arm. Harper’s other hand reached into her back pocket for a small stanley knife and quickly plunged it into the frontal lobe repeatedly making sure the small amount of exposed blade cut deep enough…

As the dead dropped to the ground, you allowed your breath to catch up with you and took a step back to get a better understanding of what had just transpired. With your clean arm you wiped the sweat off your forehead, trying your best to stop your bottom lip from trembling.

Snap out of it.

You needed to get to work, every building that had more than three undead you’d board up and mark just so that any other survivors stayed clear. A job that usually you'd just get on with, without thinking but today had been your breaking point. 

You shut the main door behind you as you left messing with the handle to make it harder for the next person to enter, looking in your bag for the rock you usually used to batter the metal handle from the frame. As always the next step was the spray paint, ‘ DEAD INSIDE’.

The can of paint was next to empty but still you hung onto the can, just in case it came in handy. So far you managed to keep yourself from breaking down completely, keeping your mind occupied with any meaningless task, like now the task of absolutely having to get to the furthest tree in your vision and when you got there it was getting to the cluster of rocks just a little ways down the forest. The perfect place to set up camp, you thought. 

It was only when you had your temporary camp set up and you were sitting on one of the rocks that you finally started to cry, one of those deep ugly cries. 

You were so lonely, incredibly lonely. Your mother always told you the life of an author was a lonely one which was true but at least before the outbreak, you had the false company of the actors on the TV or the comforting sound of your sister's voice muffled by the loudspeaker on your phone. Now you were completely lonely, the kind of loneliness that would send anyone mad, you’ve written about this kind of loneliness, so sure you understood it in the ironic tortured artist kind of way but you didn't, not until now. 

The fire crackled louder tonight than it ever had, Harper was mesmerised by the orange flicker and the embers that escaped the blistering heat, escaped her. Was it always going to be like this, alone forever? What was the point of fighting to survive when there was nothing to survive for. 

It was starting to get dark and you had wasted so much time crying there was barely any time left to look for firewood and just as you were about to head off for a last minute scramble, you heard one of your cans rattling in the distance. Shit. Without a second thought, you picked up your knife and set your sights on the direction of the noise. This time you’d be much more prepared for an attack. No more wrestling with the dead. You ducked down behind the rocks, waiting to see what would lurk around the corner. “Looks like someone was camping here” it was a man’s voice. “Ain’t no more” another voice, another man. This one sounded a little more rough, more gritty. Part of you just wanted to jump out and hug them, rejoice in no longer being alone but this was the end of the world. People had changed, you knew that… you’ve experienced it. You couldn't give it all up now for some company. “Better hurry up, don’t wanna end up like the sucker who’s stuff this is!”

They're here to take my stuff. Now you had to risk it all otherwise they would take it all. You pushed yourself up from the rock and held up your knife towards the two men both so different in stature and looks, in an ideal world you’d never see the two of them together but again… this was the end of the world. You looked at their weapons, weapons that were now pointed at you. One had a crossbow and the other a knife, similar to yours. 

“Please don’t take my things. They’re all I have” It wasn’t the intimidating approach you had planned but the weak tremble in your voice seemed to work, the men looked at each other and slowly lowered their weapons.

“We won't take your stuff “ the smaller one promised, the one with the knife. He smiled at you, it was a smile you could trust. It was an innocent smile, a sweet one that made you put down your own knife.  “Let’s go!” the man with the crossbow spoke, staring at you the entire time… he didn’t trust you and you couldn’t blame him. “I’m Glenn, this is Daryl” Daryl scoffed at Glenn’s words, shaking his shaggy hair and taking a couple of steps back. “Y/N” you announced, your eyes darting between the two men “You out here on your own?” You nodded and chewed the inside of your lip, hoping they would take you with them, even if it was just for a day. 

Glenn sent Daryl a look and the archer sent a stronger one right back but it was ignored. “You should come with us. We have somewhere safe” “Ain’t enough room!” You watched Daryl for a moment, the way he paced back and forth, how agitated he got so quickly. “Ignore him, there’s plenty of space!” your eyes panned back to Glenn, who gave you another one of those trustworthy smiles again. You quickly nodded before Daryl could even chime in, even if he was right, even if there wasn't enough space for you, you’d make it work somehow. You had to. -

It wasn’t a long journey back and it was mostly quiet, Glenn kept trying to engage in some sort of small talk with you but Daryl would quickly shut him up, kept telling him to let some guy named Rick do all the talking. 

It was a prison they brought you back to, it looked secure and you were more than certain you could see people up the hill, chatting, eating, living as if all of this was normal. It looked like bliss. There were two sets of gates, the first set opened and the questions of who you were had already started. A girl had a walkie talkie attached to her hip, one she used to call the infamous Rick down.

It didn’t take long for him to come sprinting down the hill, followed by a young boy in a sheriff's hat. You watched Rick and Glenn as they spoke privately, you couldn't help but notice the way their leader held himself with such confidence. It intimated you but in a way that made you feel safe - a real leader.   “What’s ya name?” and of course a strong southern drawl. “Y/N” you quickly responded, not sure if to offer him a smile, not even sure on how to stand in case it gave off the wrong message and blew your chance of getting in. “As in the author, Y/N!” the boy in the sheriff’s hat quickly piped up, making himself seen from behind Rick. “Yeah, That's uh, that's me!” A sigh passed your lips but you offered the young boy a smile. He had a smirk on his face, he saw the irony of it… of you “Weird” he whispered and you couldn’t help but agree. It was weird.  “How many walkers have ya killed?” The question caught you off guard and you were almost stumbled to answer “A lot… I didn’t count. Seemed too morbid” the rest of the group that surrounded you looked at each other as if they agreed with your answer and you had to stop yourself from smiling, like you had just passed a test. “How many people have ya killed?” Rick followed up. You just looked at him completely dumbfounded, how could he possibly know if you had killed anyone? Was it a trick question? “One” honesty was the best policy right? You sure hope it was. “Why?” Everyone went quiet, it felt like a spotlight had landed on you and a crowd of people were waiting for you to start your monologue. You couldn’t help your breathing becoming uneasy, a flood of horrific memories filling your brain. Memories you thought you could keep buried away, never to speak about again. “Because he was trying to kill me, I didn’t want to… I had to” There was a long pause and a lot of stares but eventually Rick reached his hand out for you to shake. “Welcome home” - A woman named Carol showed you to a spare cell, your new room. She was nice, she had a kindness about her, something in her eyes told you she had lived through it all, she was someone you could trust to make the right decisions. 

Alone in your cell felt bitter sweet. You wanted nothing more to go mingle, chat but perhaps taking things slow was the correct path to take. Just let it all soak in but still you couldn’t help but weep a little, finally you were no longer alone in this world. 

Harper sat at the edge of her new bed, a large smile creasing her cheeks. Has she finally found her people? Even if they weren't her people, they were people and she was in no position to be picky, not right now. Not only was she no longer alone, she finally had a home, a bed, somewhere safe and warm. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this happy.  - A/N: So here it is, the first chapter! I hope you like it, I worked really hard on this and somehow it still feels rushed haha. ANYWAY. I hope the layout works and isn't too confusing. OH and sorry that the chapters not very long, It seems I can only really write in short chapters or I’ll lose interest, quick. Tags: @browneyes528 @phoenixblack89 @srhxpci @jodiereedus22 @witch-of-letters​

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dicon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagines #daryl dixon twd #twd #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #norman reedus #norman reedus fanfiction

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thanks for the tag @whiskeypowder rules: make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL. (done without the x’s)

w - where is my mind - the pixies

h - happy in the end - gabbie hanna

i - intergalactic - the beastie boys 

t - teardrop - massive attack

e - elite - deftones

w - wish - nine inch nails

i - i’m sorry - joyner lucas

n - no - nasty

g - grain of sand - heart of a coward

e - everlong - foo fighters

d -daughters - the story so far

d -do it for me - rosenfeld

o -oxycotin - billie eillish

v -vermillion - slipknot

e -ever - team sleep

s - shes the blade - sugarcult

tag (no pressure): @srhxpci @jinxeee @starlessea @dixonextracts @crossbowking & eveyone else <3 

#tag game

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Thank you for the tag @srhxpci ❤️

Fave Colour: Pine Green

Currently Reading: Choke by Chuck Palahniuk

Last Song: Pill Popper - Limp Bizkit

Last Series: Misfits

Last Movie: Ready Or Not

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Currently working on: (me cause wtf is going on) my mini series ‘Paradox’

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sorry mom, i got a small unpopular blog to run

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Before the outbreak you spent your time writing award winning horror literature.

Now you spend your time haunted with the obvious irony of navigating a new world you could only ever write about. [ COMING SOON ] Mood board.

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tiny sneak peak?

Who wants to see the mood board, description and name for my next mini series? 

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl fanfic #twd #twd fanfiction

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DO IT!

AHHH! OKAY!! ❤️

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Hello!

So, I have an idea for a mini series but it would be more reader oriented than Daryl x Reader, although that would be the pairing I use.  Would any of you be interested at all?  If so, I’ll get working on fleshing out the details. 

#Daryl x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead