men in the twd fandom will continue to call Lori a horrible person for “cheating” on rick while he was in a coma and in her mind probably dead but ignore the fact that’s exactly what Rick did later on after she had died
I bet if Lori hadn’t actually died but Rick though so and had moved on yall would defend him
not to say the least they defend Shane but hate Lori as if he wasn’t Rick’s bestfriend and slept with her
꒰DISTANT MEMORY꒱
pairing => Daryl Dixon x dead!reader
Genre => angst [grief, depression], mentions of death, traumatic-experience
Summary: Daryl Dixon was known for being a man who feared nothing. But what would happen if the only person he ever cared about happened to be taken away from him?
—The night was cold, the wind brushing through his cheeks as he sat down on the bench near the lake,
Shaky breaths left Daryl’s mouth as he stared out, his mind was on overload. Filled with you.
A month without you, his sanity slowly drifting away now that you’re gone.
The first week was hell, your toothbrush still untouched next to his, as the sheets carried your faint scent which he loved the most
The house was painfully quiet not having the sound of your footsteps running around the hall looking for him
And the way you always call out his name with that soft voice of yours—as if it was made out of softest silk
He fucking misses you.
Every night he had a hard time sleeping, the other side of the bed cold as he stood awake staring at the emptiness
And every fucking time he closes his eyes, an image of your bloody figure filled his view bringing him back to that day
The day he lost you.
The day God decided it was time for you to rest.
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You and Daryl were on a weekly and usual run, You both went out scavenging medical supplies having Denise to list them out
Just as you thought it’ll be a quick sweep
Oh you were dead wrong.
In your current state, your body was pinned down by one of those nasty walkers, you held them with all your might—your knife on the ground a few feet away from you
“fuck”
You cursed out under your breath, your hand reaching for the knife as the other one busy holding the walker by the throat
Just then, a sudden arrow hit the walker by the head, clean.
The walker now falling to the side with a thud—you sighed in relief
“Thank you..” you looked at the man, Your husband.
“Com’ on”
He helped you up then proceed to scan the exposed parts of your body
“are ya’ hurt? did ya get bit?”
His voice filled with concerned, eyes uneasy as he scanned you hands roaming all over your skin
“Hey hey relax I’m fine” you managed to smile reassuring him
The both of you went further into the woods, your hand in his, as you slowed your steps taking in the view around you
You suddenly stopped, leading Daryl to look at you with a curious look—
“What?” Daryl asked as he now mimicked your movements
‘shh’
Then you guys heard it; the rustling of a nearby bush, the sounds of wet puddles being stomped on— not once but multiple times
You peeked through the large tree next to you, Daryl behind you trying to get a good look at the source
Shit.
It was a group of men and boy they don’t look so nice, you began to observed them; in front of them was a man, he looked terrified as he had his hands were displayed in front of him—shielding himself
“Please- please spare me”
The person on the ground begged, now shifting onto his knees clinging on a man’s legs
“I- I was wrong”
The man in front of the person seems like the leader as he was larger than the rest, his left hand was covered in red-crimson liquid as he stared down
“Aw come on kid, told ya—if ya ran wouldn’t make it too far out”
The leader laughed out loud now kicking the person that was kneeling on the ground
“L-look please I’ll do anything please f-forgive me”
You watched as they tormented the person. Your body flinched from every stab of a knife the leader launched towards the person
Blood flowing from the person on the ground, as a large cut traced from his chest down to his lower-abdomen with small stab wounds across his stomach
It was sickening and cruel.
Who were they?
Daryl tapped you on your shoulders signalling to get out of that place as soon as possible, as you turned your direction from the men–
“Shit”
You had tripped over a branch, you looked up at Daryl a mortified expression sprawled across your face
Without wasting time his hand immediately grabbed yours dragging your body with him as you both sprinted away
The group of men had now gained their attention towards the both of you—
“HEY STOP!–” one of the men shouted
“Boss, what do we do with them?” The other one asked
The leader stood still as he eyes down the person whom he just killed; blood still gushing out from the open wound draining him.
“Find them and kill them”
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After for what felt like hours you the both of you stopped, your lungs were on fire as you breathed in—desperate for air
“I think- I think we lost them” you said as you gasped
“huh— ya’ good?” Daryl managed to ask in between breaths
“Y-yea, m sorry” you looked down, sweat dribbling down from your temple dripping to the ground below
Damn you probably look like a mess now
“Look we gotta keep goin’ can you do it?” Daryl said as his breathing steadied, he offered a hand in front of you
“Yea, let’s go”
Just as when you were about to put your hand in his, you saw one of the men from earlier from the corner of your eyes
The man had his sniper in front of him, ready to pull the trigger right at Daryl’s back
“DARYL WATCH OUT–”
Without thinking twice you pushed him to the side then you stopped
you felt it.
A large pain surging through your veins as your inner-shirt began to be soaked in warm liquid
You’ve been shot clean—right at the chest.
Daryl who was in the ground looked at you in terror, frozen trying to process the situation
He screamed your name as you collapsed to the ground holding your chest
“F-fuck”
You gasped out your brain felt dizzy as you’re losing your consciousness, it was painful
“H-hey it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay”
Daryl panicked even more, his hands found it’s way on your chest pressing down on the wound
“No no no please no” Daryl chanted like it’s a part of his breath
“Hey baby, keep your eyes open fa’ me can ya?”
Daryl’s voice was shaking and so is his body, he eyes you down tears forming in the corner of his eyes
With the man whom shot you now sprinting closer, Daryl had no choice but to carry you as you both made your way to escape
You were dying in his arms
And for the first time the brave Daryl Dixon felt something—fear.
The fear of letting you slip away.
As he ran farther away from the man with you in his arms, he felt a rush of adrenaline
He looked down meeting your pale complexion as blood began dripping on the dirt with each movement
“Please bare with me kay’ love, can ya do that f'me?”
Daryl held in a cry— he spotted a cabin up ahead, Then without thinking twice he immediately went in
He placed you on the abandoned couch in the cabin as he began rummaging through the cabinets looking for a medkit
You kept your hand on the wound pressing down on it hard, you felt dizzy; your vision was clouded, there was this sharp ringing in your ears
It’ll be too far and too risky if you both made your way back to Alexandria now, You’d die on the way
But here you are with Daryl panicking as he puts all his efforts in saving you
“Fuck fuck fuck!”
Daryl banged on the shelf, there was nothing in the cabin—nothing that could save you
As your vision began to blur, you managed to call his name gaining his attention
“Daryl..” you coughed out
He immediately turned his head hearing you call his name with that soft voice, not the soft one he’d always hear, but the soft voice that indicates that you were dying.
He ran to you, as he held you close
His tears flowing freely as he held you, putting his hands on top of yours as he pushed down on the wound
“Yer’ gonna be ok, please please jus– jus’ look at me”
Daryl begged, his voice was hoarse.
You felt your eyes began to sting as tears dripped down
“Daryl sweety, i-im sorry– I’ll be okay” you managed to smile reassuring him that you’ll be okay.
As he made his way to sit on the couch clinging latching you onto himself, he sobbed hard watching you as your life drained
“Just promise me one thing–” You whispered
By this time your shirt has been fully soaked in your own blood—Daryl’s hand covered in it as he pressed harder on the wound
“M-mhm?” Daryl hummed
“Promise me you’ll end it before I turn, p-promise me you’ll never give up o-on anything”
Daryl had his eyes on you, tears dripping down on your cheeks as he cried out—
You were dying on his arms; taking the bullet trying to protect him, and the worst part is–
There was nothing he could do about it besides holding you againts his arms
“I.. I love ya’ sunshine” he said in between sobs
Your eyes widen, it was the first the he ever said that to you. Everytime you’d say that words to him he would usually give you a melting smile
But this time he actually said it, and that was the only closure you’ll ever need
“I love you forever Daryl”
With those final words, your vision distorted taking in the darkness filling your sight as your breath slowed
Daryl had himself frozen, unable to process anything as he stared at your now lifeless body in his arms
You were just laughing and smiling to him a few hours ago, now why-
why did you have to go?
What felt like hours holding you close to him, he had to make a decision
You wouldn’t want to end up like those rotting walkers.
He drew your knife from your back pocket as he held it next to your temple, as he was about to press in he stopped–
He can’t do it. He can’t.
His head dropped down on your chest, crying his heart out while your body was still underneath his touch unable to feel and hear his cry
Then he did it, with a last sigh he plunged the knife right at your temple, preventing your reanimation .
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His body would jolt awake shaking with the image, gasping hard for air,
He stood up with his hands on his head now making his way towards the bathroom as he stared at his own reflection
His cheeks were stained with tears, his hair jumbled up; he looked as if his soul was drained all the way through
He was a mess without you.
But with all of the things going on right now, There was this one thing he’s always keep close with him
It was a small Polaroid of you, Both of your hands on your cheeks as you smiled so sweetly towards the camera
He could hear your faint laughter everytime he stared at it, he took it on runs, in his sleep, literally everywhere and everytime
As he exited his bedroom, he was met with a pair of eyes staring at him worriedly
“Daryl..”
Oh. It was carol.
She had a concerned look planted across her face as he stared at the man in front of her
Daryl didn’t answer as he passed her heading back to the bedroom
“Just for how long are you planning to live like this?.. You know this isn’t what she wanted”
Carol’s voice was firm, barely a whisper as she faced she stayed in her spot
Daryl stopped his track as your name rolled off her tongue
“Don’t talk about er’ and go home”
He continued his way back to the bedroom leaving carol back in the hall standing still frustrated at the man
—
He made his way to the bed, sitting on the edge as his eyes traveled to the picture frame next to the small lamp
“Daryl don’t take pictures of me! You know Glenn would be mad if he knew you’re the one who had been stealing his Instax”
You laughed aloud as he snapped a quick picture of you
“So? M jus’ borrowin it” he huffed quietly still focused on the polaroid that is now printing from the camera
You made your way to his side as you stared down the picture on his hands
“I LOOK HORRIBLE” You gasped hitting his shoulder softly
“Nah’ you look fine. Beautiful as ever” he smiled as he nugged his shoulders against your hand
“You’re impossible Dixon.” You said letting out a soft chuckle
“Yet ya’ still love me” he smirked
—
As Daryl released the frame on his hands, he felt tears streaming down his cheeks again.
All the images of you came back rushing through his brain like a damn train, it was all just a distant memory
It’s corrupting him and eating him from the inside-out, as if he could hear your voice through the pictures, echoing in his ears.
He acknowledged the fact that there was no way in getting you back
You were gone forever.
But if there was chance, just a small chance to bring you back, to feel your head resting on his shoulder, to hear your voice as you yap about all the things you love about him
He’d risk it all for you
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A/n=> finally risking my life making a Daryl Dixon angst, tried my best to make it as sad as possible ಥ_ಥ (made me glench my heart during the process) let me know on what you guys think!
(gif not mine!)
I need to know if there are Lori Grimes apologists here to see if there’s anyone who will like the Lori fanart I’m cooking
I hate what ftwd did to Dwight and I didn’t even watch to when he shows up. I just know that show is bad. and I know what they would do to him and make him BOOOORINGGGG.
he had so so much potential. he could have become so much we could have seen so much more of him. I would have loved to see him be like. an artist or a creative or something. and I think that would only happen away from the alexandrians and the remnants of the saviors. a brand new start for him would be good. NOT in the ftwd show be auds those writers have no idea what’s happened ever.
i really need to stop posting about twd because what if someone from the cast has tumblr, sees my posts, and decides “this one’s weird,” and then they send a nuke to my front door??? seriously though, do you think any of them have tumblr? would i offend them? am i offensive? these are the things i need to know.
Notes: I can’t get him out of my head 💔. Mind y’all, I’m still on season 1. Once I get that out of the way, I’ll write for Damon. (NO AI WAS USED IN THE MAKING OF THIS FANFIC)
The world grew in chaos at the dive bar downtown. Elle held onto her drink, staring at the red wine swirling. She drinks the wine, savoring the taste of the Pinot Noir. She felt a sadness building in her.
[[MORE]]Eleanor was born only couple of years before Elena. She didn’t look like Elena, except for her nose and brown eyes. She was shorter, and chubbier, than most girls. She had short black hair, with a nose piercing on the right side of her nostril. Elle had a fascination, or crush, on Stefan, but she wouldn’t let anyone else know about it. She smokes a cigarette outside, feeling the cool spring breeze hit her face.
“Those things will kill you,” Stefan chimes in, with his own commentary. “But, I’ll take one if you’re offering.”
“Oh, it’s you.” Elle replies, disguising her disappointment. Her cigarette hanging off her lips. “Sure.”
“I imagine Elena doesn’t like you smoking.” Stefan says, looking up at the stars in the sky.
The world went quiet for a moment.
Elle chuckles. “No, she doesn’t.” She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t think you smoked.”
“I don’t. Not usually.” Stefan shrugs, taking an old timey zippo lighter. “I try not to smoke often, especially around her.”
“Like an old lover.” Elle smirks. “I get it.”
“Why are you here?” Stefan asks. “You’re not usually out this late.”
“Yeah, I had some things on my mind.” Elle frowns, looking at her shoes. “I got into a fight with Elena over stupid shit.”
Stefan takes a deep breath, inhaling the smoke. “I can relate. Damon and I get into it all the time.”
“Sisters are different from brothers. Sisters are supposed to look after each other.” Elle sighs, looking up at Stefan. He’s so much taller than her.
It intimidates her. She gulps harshly, trying to find a reason to leave. “It’s hard watching you date my sister.”
“That’s out of nowhere.” Stefan tilts his head, downward, making direct eye contact. He also steps closer to her. “Is there a reason?”
Elle starts getting flustered. “Um, no. I think you’re not as good as a person you say you are.” She gets defensive.
“Is it that I’m not a good person? Or you wish that we were dating?” Stefan holds the cigarette between his fingers, tapping his temple. He puts it out on the pavement.
“Ugh, gross. That’s disgusting.” Elle goes to leave, snubbing her cigarette with her shoe.
Stefan gently grabs her wrist, feeling her elevated pulse. “Answer the question, Elle.”
“It’s not worth the answer.” She glares. Elle pulls away harshly. She goes back into the noisy bar.
She gets to her last drink. Her vision start to blur A gentleman stops her. Stefan looks at her with kind eyes. “I think you’ve had enough.”
“Shut up, Stefan.” Elle scoffs, downing her dark wine. “Go look for Elena, or someone who gives a shit.”
Stefan grabs her wrist again, this time a little more rougher. He looks into her eyes, attempting to compel her. “You’ve had enough.”
Elle laughs, holding Elena’s locket. “Vervain, asshole.”
Stefan pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You stole it?”
Elle sticks out her tongue. “Yeah, take that, vampire!”
Stefan covers her mouth with his hand. “Stop, you’re out of control.”
“Huh? Says Stefan Salvatore, the beacon of self preservation.” Elle huffs in frustration.
Stefan groans in frustration. He grabs her waist, picking her up, and dragging her out of the bar.
“Hey! Get off me!” Elle tries kicking him, and pushing him away.
Stefan puts her in his brother, Damon’s, car, the black Camaro. He had ‘borrowed’ it for the very moment. Elle starts sobbing in the backseat.
Stefan sighs. “Is everything ok, Elle?”
“No! My parents are fucking dead!” Elle yells.
Stefan’s face softened a bit. She was going through the same thing Elena was. It hurt him to see her breakdown in his car. It took everything in him to not hold her.
“It’s fine, Stefan.” Elle sniffles. “Just, most of the time, I wish you would notice me.”
That’s it his heart gives in. Stefan pulls over on the side of the road. “Please be honest with me, Elle. What’s going on?”
“Just stop, Stefan! You already know!” Elle starts sobbing again. Tears run down her face like a water fall.
Stefan grabs her face to face him. “Elle, please. Stop crying. Just tell me.”
“I have a crush on you.” Elle admits. “You’re the only guy I’ve got on my mind.”
Stefan’s lips curl into a gentle smile. “Elle, that’s ridiculous. That’s all you’re crying about?”
Elle looks away, embarrassed. “You’re obviously interested in Elena.”
“Elena and I are on a break right now.” Stefan’s cold hand wipes away a tear. Wetness touching his thumb. “I said, I wouldn’t date anyone, but..”
Elle looks up hopeful, “But, what? Tell me.”
Stefan gently pulls Elle into a kiss. He inhales her scent of alcohol and dead roses. He whispers in her ear, “It would make more sense to show you.”
He kisses her again, keeping a steady and wide hand on her cheek.
Elle blushes immensely. The alcohol completely clouded her judgement. She takes a breath, before kissing back. She slipped her soft pink tongue into Stefan’s mouth. She inhales his scent of cold air and cologne, closing her eyes. He holds her head close to his, hoping to keep her safe.
Stefan pulls away, breathlessly. “Elle, come home with me.”
Elle’s eyes were opened immediately. “Wait, what? You want me to go home with you?”
Stefan smiles, gently. He blinks slowly like a cat.
“Yes, I do.” He whispers in her ear, giving her goosebumps.
“Okay.” She lifts her head, to look deeply into his eyes. Elle climbs into the front seat, holding onto Stefan’s arm, drunkenly.
“I’m not letting you drink like that, anymore. Smoke all you want. Alcohol will kill you quicker than cigarettes.” Stefan turns the ignition back on, planting his hand on her thigh.
Elle raises her arms out the window. She chuckles, rolling her eyes. “You’re not my dad, Stefan.”
“I just care for you.” Stefan laughs. The deep masculine kind of laugh. It made Elle’s heart spin.
“God, you just know how to push my buttons.” Elle smiles. A genuine smile.
“I know how to pop your buttons off.” Stefan’s eyebrows raise, smirking.
Elle blushes madly. “Stefan..”
Stefan leans over, kissing her neck. “Yes?”
Elle makes a cute little pout with her lips. “You’re such a tease. Are we almost home?”
Stefan chuckles, tapping her thigh. “Impatient, Elle.”
Soon enough, through the woods, the Salvatore boarding house stood tall. The dark wooded architecture was looming over the driveway, as they pulled in.
Elle feels a shiver run down her spine. She tilts her head up at the place. “Woah, it’s bigger than I remember.”
“You’ve only been here once.” Stefan sighs, leading her up the driveway. “And, it was because Damon started targeting you.” He says this with an air of possession. He didn’t seem to like when Elle got along with Damon. “I suppose I’ve come to the understanding that you wish you were in Elena’s place.” He turns to her.
“I guess I am now.” Elle walks into the foyer, looking at the ceiling. She gets on her tip-toes, kissing Stefan on his lips. “Should I stay?”
“Yes.” Stefan immediately begs, “Stay forever, if you must.” He pulls her into an embrace, resting his chin on top of her head.
For a moment, he falls silent. Then he says. — It’s a promise. A promise to myself. I don’t want to lose control. I don’t want to give in so much that I stop thinking clearly, that I can’t stop myself. I want to stay myself. So I’m looking at my phone—to remind myself that I have to hold on. I need this warning.
He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and his whole body trembles with the effort of staying still.
— And the message…?
He holds out his phone, showing you the text he typed:
— “Don’t kiss her.”
Daryl looks at you, not breaking eye contact, and you can see how hard this is for him.
He wants this. So badly. But he’s holding back. Whether for your sake or his own, it’s unclear. His entire body is wound tight with tension, his fists clenching and unclenching
i wish i was more into shipping.. i can never really get into lots but.. then again i don’t really search for any content of ships so i never give them a chance.. waf..
