dwight facts

  • JIM: I'm just saying that you can't be sure that it wasn't you.
  • DWIGHT: That's ridiculous. Of course it wasn't me.
  • JIM: Marijuana is a memory loss drug, so maybe you just don't remember.
  • DWIGHT: I would remember.
  • JIM: Well, how could you if it just erased your memory?
  • DWIGHT: That's not how it works.
  • JIM: Now, how do you know how it works?
  • DWIGHT: Knock it off, okay? I'm interviewing you.
  • JIM: No! You said I'd be conducting the interview when I walked in here. Now, exactly how much pot did you smoke?

We have to stop being cute. Everyone’s vagina smells like meat or fish or tampon residue and we need to stop lying about that shit. No real human woman has a pussy that smells like the produce section at Wholefoods. Vaginas are moist, damp, covered in hair, kept in the dark, and packed to overflowing with bacterial flora and fauna. And it also happens to be spitting distance from our butthole where diarrhea comes from. That shit is not supposed to smell like a spring day. Can I clean it up? YES. Will I still smell like a sexually-aroused human female? ALSO, YES. Pussy stinks. Deal with that shit.

- Samantha Irby, Bitches Gotta Eat

Dwight & Sherry and Daryl & Carol

A topic that’s being discussed on TSDF and which I wanted to gather all the “evidence” together and put it in once place here. 

So, since the spoilers for Always Accountable came out I have been saying that it was significant that Daryl would be the one to tangle with Dwight & Sherry - specifically the fact he meets them as a couple (rather than just Dwight alone).  

In that episode we are shown them as a couple, they dynamic and that while Dwight seems bad he’s essentially a “good” man who has never killed and just wants to help his wife (and her sister).

I believe from this point Gimple wanted to parallel Daryl & Carol’s relationship with Dwight & Sherry’s.

  • Starting with Always Accountable, we have the whole episode taking place in the “burnt forest” (Carol’s exact description in Twice as Far). We know - and the commentary for Same Boat specifically mentions - that fire is Carol’s symbol. She’s associated with it, and particularly in relation to her relationship with Daryl (see all of Consumed). We have Daryl’s statement “we ain’t ashes” - and here he is with a couple in a place that is all ashes.
  • And this is the episode and the location where Gimple himself insisted a Cherokee Rose make an appearance - in the burnt forest with Dwight & Sherry, a symbol of Daryl’s relationship with Carol.
  • In Twice as Far, both of Daryl and Carol’s scenes are about Dwight, about Daryl not killing Dwight.
  • Dwight has taken Daryl’s vest and bike and crossbow and has become some twisted version of Daryl, as Negan’s right-hand man (where Daryl is RIck’s)

In season 7, we see the situation Dwight & Sherry are now in - Sherry has given herself to Negan as a wife, in order to save Dwight’s life. Both are miserable, but feel it’s better to live like this, apart, than lose each other completely. 

  • In the stairwell scene in Twice as Far, we see Carol and Daryl sharing a smoke. Carol has the cigarettes, Daryl asks for one, lights it and they have a brief uncomfortable talk about the way things are.
  • In The Cell, we see Dwight and Sherry share a smoke on some stairs. Again, the woman has the cigarettes, he asks for one and lights it then they have an uncomfortable talk about the way things are.

Also in seasons 7, we know The Well and The Cell are “twinned” episodes, showing us where Carol and Daryl are. 

In The Well, Gimple uses Don’t Think Twice (it’s Alright) as a song in the ep, with lyrics that give us insight into why Carol has left the ASZ (and wants to leave the Kingdom too), and a large part of that reason is Daryl - foreshadowing her saying “I couldn’t lose you” to Daryl in New Best Friends.

Well it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Ifin’ you don’t know by now
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do some how
When your rooster crows at the break a dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav'lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

And it ain’t no use in a-turnin’ on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
But don’t think twice, it’s all rightNo it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can't…

Then we have The Cell, where the piece of music used JUST after Dwight compares himself to Daryl (specifically bringing him back to the vents in the “burnt forest”) we hear Crying by Roy Orbison:

I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while
But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say “Hello”
Aw you wished me well, you couldn’t tell

That I’d been crying over you, crying over you

Then you said “so long”. left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying, crying crying
It’s hard to understand but the touch of your hand
Can start me cryingI thought that I was over you but it’s true, so true
I love you even more than I did before but darling what can I do
For you don’t love me and I’ll always be

Crying over you, crying over you
Yes, now you’re gone and from this moment on
I’ll be crying, crying, crying, crying
Yeah crying, crying, over you

Now, those lyrics at the time are clearly meant to make us think about Dwight and Sherry, but it’s also clear now we know the events of New best Friends that these lyrics describe EXACTLY the Daryl and Carol portion of the episode. 

So once again the music is about Carol and Daryl, their relationship and foreshadowing future events, but more than that it strongly emphasises this parallel with Dwight and Sherry.

Here we have two couples, where the woman has put herself someplace “away” from the guy because she doesn’t want to lose him- explicitly said on the show. The guy is crying because he’s trying to put on a brave face, but seeing her and not being with her breaks his heart. So instead he goes out there and does what he can to win the war so she can be free.

thenkas to @zedwordjen @justyouanmee adn @ravenesque2 whose posts contributed largely to this!


30 Day Negan Challenge

Day 23: Favorite moment with Dwight

1: Yeah, c’mon, Dwight, nothing weird about pissing on your enemies body…

2. The fact that Dwight probably tells Negan ‘they’re called bolts’ constantly.

3 Dwight is keeping Negan’s lady away from him… ahhh sweet revenge…

Dwight and Caroline...

Caroline was trying to hurry, but the heel of her stiletto got caught in the grate crossing the street, and snapped off. As she hobbled as fast as she could, Horace kept barking and running around in circles, finally wrapping his lead around her ankles and causing her to fall to the sidewalk, in a heap of impatience, directly across from the entrance to Great Ormond Street Hospital for Sick Children.

The children at Great Ormond would just have to wait. While young humans weren’t really her thing, Caroline did notice how their sad little eyes lit up whenever they saw her with Horace. Then that bloody, goody-two-shoes nurse with the strange name had suggested that Caroline bring Horace to the children’s ward to cheer them up. Apparently, this was a thing people did, bring animals to visit the sick. Well, what could Caroline say but yes, with Uncle Ray and the whole board of the hospital all staring at her with such expectant looks.

Caroline sat on the sidewalk petting Horace. Thank God  she had  worn her black jeans and not that new, barely there, white skirt. She held her darling pug close and kissed his neck. Damn it!  She was furious! Her new Louboutin’s, ruined.

“May I help you?”

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anonymous asked:

Looking back at past seasons, it seems Dwight the person Demelza feels most comfortable joking about her class with (I'm thinking particularly of when he's nervous about Caroline and says 'She is an heiress, and I am...' Demelza: 'as lowley as a kitchen maid?' It seems that phrase in particular is usually used against her, and that's the only time she's said it in jest. Even with Ross if she brings it up it's usually in anger. What do you think?

That’s really interesting , anon, and not something I’ve particularly thought about. But you’re right; she’s quite matter-of-fact with Dwight about her origins, in a way she isn’t with anyone else. She can be defensive about it, or angry when it’s used against her as a perjorative, and certainly is filled with doubts about what she is now (’betwixt and between, neither one thing nor the other’). But I can’t think of any other occasion when she says it so…matter-of-factly, as something that can be dealt with lightly and even joked about. As you say, whenever the subject comes up with Ross, Demelza responds with anger or hurt (often because she supposes him to be using it as a reason for some failure or the lack of something on her part, especially in s2). But with Dwight? Not so much.

Part of this, I imagine, is because of Dwight’s chosen profession, but in a way that’s very unique to Dwight. She wouldn’t be comfortable with Dr Choake talking about her origins, because Choake is a prejudiced snob who prefers to treat wealthy patients who can pay him. But Dwight is mine surgeon, and Dwight treats the people of Sawle without any expectation of payment - he will treat the lowliest beggar and the richest heiress in the district just the same, regardless of whether he’s paid for his time and knowledge. He’s often paid in kind by the poorer people of Sawle, with eggs, or vegetables, or firewood - whatever people can afford to give him. But he never asks for it, and never ever grudges anyone who can’t afford anything. He rarely passes judgement on anyone.

So he straddles all classes, with ease and comfort. He’s welcomed everywhere and welcomes everyone. For someone like Demelza, who has moved from one class to another and yet is still uncertain about her position, and nervous of the gentrified society she has to meet as Ross’s wife, Dwight must be a breath of fresh air. He doesn’t care where she comes from, he doesn’t care that she’s a miner’s daughter and that she’s more comfortable working in her house than going to house parties. He accepts her for who she is. He has a knack of putting people at ease, when he’s working, and he clearly values Demelza in many ways. I can imagine that, in his own way, Dwight is a source of support for Demelza in that sense. She’s used to being judged as Ross’s former kitchen maid, or judged as a woman, and Dwight does neither. He takes her on her own merits and never implies she’s lacking in any way.

So maybe that makes her more comfortable with making teasing remarks about how social disparity doesn’t make an unsuccessful marriage. She wouldn’t do so with anyone else, I think.

I do love the two of them, their friendship. It’s quite special, really.

Don’t Be A Cog...

Originally posted by insxneofrp

Sorry if this is a bit long guys but I really hope you enjoy it and I hope you don’t like Dwight too much…just saying haha!

Sometimes life doesn’t go according to plan…especially in Gotham.

Here I am…just left school and starting on my way on a career path…well that is until I got fired.

Typical office job…9 til 5 and 5 days a week.

It was okay…a little boring but okay.

If it wasn’t for the supervisor…she wasn’t a manager but just a supervisor who acted like a manager. She was probably the reason the term ‘Micro-managing’ was created.

I really needed this job and she knew that but still just through me out like trash.

I know they say you can’t find happiness at the bottom of a bottle but I wasn’t sure what else to do…I didn’t want to go home just yet and confront my parents.

So I made my way to a new club that opened not too far away. After flashing my ID to the guy standing at the door, I made my way in and weaved through the crowd, taking a seat at the bar.

I ordered the strongest drink they had and was shortly served. While sipping my drink I looked around and noticed everyone in the club was dressed in the same sort of clothes. The shirts appeared to be straitjackets and a lot of people were wearing messy clown makeup.

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swethakota  asked:

I always enjoyed the sexual tension between Ross and Caroline in the books. They are both not reluctant to admit it (especially Caroline) and I love how Winston Graham writes the dialog around it to be very obvious and also non threatening because how secure they are about their love for their respective spouses. Why do you think the show has not explored this all that much and I would also love your thoughts on their dynamic in this regard

Hi there – it’s @poldarkmmmuses here. I, too, really enjoyed the sexual tension between Ross and Caroline for the same reasons you’ve expressed in your ask. I also think the fact that Dwight and Demelza don’t get their knickers in a twist over it is because the security they have in their marriage. They happen to be my OT4, to be quite honest, and I’m working on beta-reading a masterpiece about this concept right now, so you know I’m a fan. 

This admission first happens during the Christmas following Ross and Demelza’s reconciliation (in Black Moon) and is discussed more fully in Angry Tide. As much as I would LOVE to see some of this pan out, I fear the show’s decision to extend Ross and Demelza’s reconciliation has put seeing this fleshed out in jeopardy. That said, I’m now straying into the land of speculation, and I’m not doing that any more. 

Thank you very much for the ask – it’s a great question!


I know this is a Data blog, but I can’t help myself right now with Barclay…

I’m very obsessed with the A-Team right now and the fact that Dwight Schultz is on Star Trek too is like the perfect bridge for me right now.

So just let me run my fingers over another black and yellow uniform for just a moment longer.

Princess, Pt. 1

Requested by anonymous: Could you do an imagine where you’re Merle’s daughter (he’s still dead) and Negan takes a romantic/recruiting interest in you, and Daryl and Rick are scared for you cause they feel they won’t be able to protect you?

Spoilers: Season 6 Finale.

Warning: This fic… got dark. It just got kinda dark kinda fast. So, it may be triggering, but I’m not even sure what kind of trigger warning to put on it, so just be aware.

Princess, pt. 1

“Careful!” Rosita hissed, pulling the arrow that had just whizzed past her out of the bark of the tree it had stuck fast into.

“Ya shouldnta come.” Daryl snatched the arrow out of her hands and jammed a finger into your face. “Especially you. Go back, Y/N. All of you.” He started to walk away.

“What do you even think you’re doing out here?” Glenn and the rest of your small party followed.

“He killed her, man.” Daryl didn’t stop moving.

“We’ll square it.” Michonne said, and Daryl stopped walking. “I will. I promise.” There was silence. “Just come back. We’ll talk about it from home. Our home.”

“Michonne is right. Whatever you’re doing out here isn’t safe.” Glenn said, “Just come home.” He reached out to try to pull Daryl’s arm, but as soon as he touched the other man, Daryl yanked himself out of reach and started walking again.

“I can’t. I just can’t.” Daryl was walking faster now.

“HEY!” You yell out, running up and shoving Daryl in the back as hard as you dared.

He turned around to face you. “Go. Home. Y/N!” He snarled in your face.

You shove him again. “I lost my dad in a renegade revenge mission. Did you forget that?” You got up into his face. You were definitely a Dixon; when your namesake fought, they fought hard. “Now are you telling me I’m gonna lose my uncle the same way?” It was quiet in the forest. “HUH?” You practically scream in his face.

There was whistling echoing all around you in the trees, and suddenly all arguments were forgotten. Men—no, Saviors—were stepping out from behind trees, guns trained on you. How they managed to get so close without anyone noticing, you weren’t sure.

The whistling had stopped, but the clicks of gun safeties switching off and chambers being loaded took their place in the still air. For a moment, no one moved. Then, Rosita slowly raised her hands in surrender, and you, Glenn, and Michonne followed suit. Daryl was the only one who hadn’t dropped his weapon yet.

A lanky, blond haired man with a scar on the side of his face stepped out from a tree directly behind your uncle. “Hi Daryl.” He said, and as Daryl turned to face him, his gun went off.

There was blood in your eyes and you screamed in shock before someone hit you over the head and you blacked out.


“HEY!” You banged on the back door of the van they were keeping you in one more time. “If you don’t give us some water or something, you’re going to have 5 dead prisoners before you can even do whatever you’re planning.” You bang on the van door again.

Daryl was still breathing, but only barely as he lay feverish and shivering in your lap. You’d managed to stop the bleeding, but if he didn’t get medical attention soon, he would die. He’d already thrown up twice from pain and shock, and the whole back of the van smelled of vomit, blood, sweat, and terror. It was miserable.

And all you were asking for was a glass of fucking water.

“HELLO??” You yell, banging again. “I know you assholes can hear me!”

The van door flew open, and the minimal sunlight that was left in the day streamed in to blind you. “Will you shut up, you little bitch?” The man that shot Daryl snarled in through the open door. “Pipe down, or I’ll put a matching bullet hole in you.” He waved his gun absently in your face.

“Now, Dwight, that’s no way to talk to our guests.” A smooth, unfamiliar voice chided from somewhere out of your line of sight. “Why don’t you get them some water?” Dwight grumbled a little, but went to comply. A new face with a salt and pepper beard and slicked-back hair appeared in the doorway now. The man was wearing a tight leather jacket and was smiling at you in a way that made you angry. “Hi. I’m Negan.” You didn’t say anything, you just clutched your uncle’s sweaty face closer to you. “I like you. You’ve got a lot of spunk in you for just a little girl.”

You narrow your eyes at him. You were twenty, dammit. “I’m twenty, ass-hat.”

“You got a name, twenty?”

You say nothing, and the silence stretches on for minutes. So long in fact, that Dwight returns with the water before Negan speaks again, “You can either tell me your name, or I can drag it out of you on your dying breath.”

You glare at him before saying evenly, “Y/N.”

“I like that.”

Negan smiles again. It was creepy. Like a politician you may have voted for pre-apocalypse with no real reason other than the fact that everything he said sounded like it was good. Charismatic. Your brain reminded you. The word is charismatic.

You didn’t like it.

“Y/N.” He tries your name out. “I like that, and I like you.” He steps back from the door. “Out of the van, Y/N.”

You don’t move. Daryl’s hand tightens around your arm. Negan doesn’t ask again, instead he grabs you by the ponytail and physically drags you out of the van and you land on the forest floor with a bruising thump. “No!” Daryl croaked out weakly and tried to lunge after you.

Negan knocked him back into the van by pushing on his injured shoulder, and Daryl collapsed once more in a groaning heap onto the floor. “Down boy.” He turned to you. “Your guard dog sure is quick. Too bad we may have to put him down.” He slammed the door of the van closed. “On your feet.” You stood and let him push and lead you in the direction of a campfire, which he shooed everyone else away from. “Sit.” You sat.

You took a water bottle from him and allowed him to press a wrapped sandwich of some sorts into your hands. “I will kill you.” You threaten in a whisper.

Negan laughed. “No you won’t. Because I’m not going to try to kill you. Like I said before, I like you.”

“That’s nice.” You shoot him what Daryl called your ‘Merle glare’ and say, “Cause I fucking hate you.”

Negan sighed. He sighed this long, bored sigh, as if you had started explaining organic chemistry in response to his question about what was for dinner. It only pissed you off more. “Lighten up. I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to work for me.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Well, everyone in your little community is going to work for me, but I want you specifically to work as a liaison between our people.” Negan pronounced ‘liaison’ like ‘lie-ay-zon’ and it pissed you off. “You’re going to make sure the leader over there at that little gated shithole keeps his end of the bargains, and you will report any positives or negatives back to me.”

“What’s in it for me?” You put the sandwich down next to you, but open the bottle of water and take a drink. “Because that just sounds like a shit deal on my part.”

“You,” Negan smiled widely, “Get to be my girlfriend. And I also don’t murder you if shit goes south with your group. I spare you if, and most likely when, they all fuck up.”

You made a face, which you hoped looked like a mixture of horror and disgust, because that was exactly how you felt. “No deal.” You put the water down and stand in the falling darkness to go back to the van. “I don’t want to be involved with you. As a girlfriend or an employee.”

“See, you don’t have a choice in working for me. That I will force you to do. As for the sex, I’m not going to force you,” Negan said, “But I think you will eventually come around to the idea.”

You balled up your fists in anger and tried not to shout. “I will n—“

“Sir!” Dwight came over and pointed to a spot on the other side of the clearing where the RV from Alexandria was pulling up and being parked between two trees. “They got the RV and the one guy inside.” As he spoke, two burly men were dragging a bloody and terrified Eugene out of the vehicle. “The rest will be here soon.”

“Then get to it. You know what to do.” Negan said, and Saviors grabbed weapons and disappeared into the woods.

“Showtime, Princess.” Negan grabbed you by the arm, then used his knife to make a long, ragged gash down the front of your shirt, tearing it in two.

“What the—!” You shoved him hard, and received a slap to the face. The button on his jacket cuff caught your cheek and you could feel a little blood trickling down the side of your face. But you stood your ground.

“Never touch me like that again.” Negan said coldly as he grabbed you again and lead you into the RV. You were told to sit on the couch, then the door shut and you were shrouded in darkness.


There were muffled voices outside the RV. Occasional shouting. Negan hadn’t spoken to you since he’d shut the door, and that had been probably close to a half an hour ago. “What will you do to them?” You whisper.

“Collect on their debt.”

You were about to ask what that meant when you heard someone outside of the door to the RV say, “Let’s meet the man of the hour” and bang on the door.

“Stay here until I tell you to.” Negan flung open the door and jumped out into the light of headlamps. “We pissing our pants yet?”

You couldn’t hear what was being said, but you could see your family lined up execution style on the ground. Daryl was paler than earlier and looked as if he could pass out at any moment. Maggie looked the same. Rick had terror in his eyes, and Michonne was staring at you through the darkness. There was no way she could see you, but you knew she knew you were there. Negan pointed his bat at Maggie, said something, and Glenn lunged forward, only to be beaten back into place again.

There was more talk you couldn’t quite hear, then Negan moved back closer to the RV and said, “Princess, you might wanna join us now. I don’t think you’ll want to miss this.”

You figured that was your cue. Shaking, tears streaming down your face, and your eyes downcast, you stepped down into the light of the ring of terror. You stood, frozen and terrified, in front of your family. Upon seeing your shirt in shambles and the large cut across your cheek, Daryl and Rick both started shouting.

Rick suddenly had Negan’s horrific baseball bat shoved in his face. “I told you not to do that shit again.” Negan punched him square in the nose. “You,” He pointed at Daryl. “You’re not worth much soaking wet right now, are you? Jesus, you look like shit.” He kicked Daryl in the chest and he fell to the ground with a wheezing cry.

“Stop it!” You cried out.

Negan turned to face you. “On your knees, Princess. You’re not to talk right now. Let your man do all the talking.” You open your mouth to protest and remind him that he is NOT your man, but the casually swinging Bat of Death convinced you to close it and slowly drop to your knees. “You may answer this one question, though, sweetie.” Negan squatted next to you, surveying the group. “Which one should I kill? I mean, someone’s gotta die, right? To pay for all the deaths your people have inflicted on my people.” Negan looked pointedly at you. “No? If you’re going to be a Savior, you’ll have to make these tough decisions.”

“Then kill me.” You stare him down and out of the corner of your eye you see Rick and Daryl shift again. “Because I will not be a Savior.”

Negan gave that same bored sigh again, and stood back up. “Except you already are. So killing you would defeat the purpose.” He turned to face Rick again. “See, that’s part of the life debt that you owe me. I’m going to kill one of you, and take another for my group. I’ve already chosen my live person,” He pointed the bat at you again, “And now I’ll chose my dead person. Oh! I have an idea.” He walked over to where Glenn was kneeling and pointed the bat in his face. “Eeny.” He moved to Daryl. “Meeney.” Michonne. “Miney.” Rick. “Moe.”

This went on for what felt like eternity. After several agonizing minutes of listening to the child’s nursery rhyme, Negan stuck the bat in Abraham’s face and said, “It.” The ex-military man was glaring at Negan now. “Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all going to be doing that.” He reared back and brought the bat down hard onto the top of Abraham’s head. Abraham, blood streaming down his face, straightened back up almost immediately. “Whoa! Ho ho! Look at that! Takin it like a champ!” Negan laughed, then continued to beat Abraham with the baseball bat until there was nothing recognizable left of his face. Then he stopped and it was quiet again.

You threw up into the grass in front of you.

“You OK, there Princess?” Negan came over and lifted your chin to look into your eyes. “Get OK fast.” He turned to face the group. “So here’s what the rest of your night will look like.” You could no longer see any of your family members through your tears. Bile was burning the back of your throat and you thought you were going to pass out. “You are all going to get in your little RV, and get the two Exorcist characters here,” He waved his bat at Daryl and Maggie, “To some medical care. Then, you will go home. You will go to sleep. Or not, considering the events that have just transpired. Then tomorrow morning, my men and I are going to show up outside of your community, and you will give us half of everything you have and I will give you the rules of working for me. Then we will drive away and see you again shortly. Princess here,” The bat was back in your face, “Is coming with us, because as I stated before, I’ve chosen my live person.” There was silence. “Questions?”

“Yeah.” You spoke up, looking Negan right in the eye. “How soon can you go fuck yourself?”

Negan pulled his pistol and swung it at your head. Everyone in the group yelled out and then there was nothing but black.


A/N: First, I’m sorry, but I had to pick a character to die, and I’m personally convinced that it was Abraham, so there’s that. Second, I take requests, so just send me a message or an ask!

[Part Two]

[Part Three]


Daryl Dixon IS NOT dying

I actually think of this as an established fact but lately I’ve heard people share their concern so let me emphasize that Daryl is not dying!

It would be bad writing because:
-He is involved in 2 major story arcs that are unresolved 1. Daryl/Carol will they/won’t they arc, and even if you don’t believe in that one 2. The Dwight revenge arc which I imagine will play out most of 7a.
-Speaking of Dwight there is actually some foreshadowing in the episode where he takes Daryl’s stuff. Honey says, “I’m sorry…” and Daryl says, “You’re gonna be…”. He hasn’t made good on this promise, and in fact Dwight has got the jump on him twice more.
-Carol is not there, and they love their emotional outrage. The emotional outrage of Carol being there would be the greatest of anyone on the show and she is busy being shot elsewhere.
-Carol is played by Melissa Mcbride…one of the few people on the show who can probably win an Emmy…yes she would be there.
-Daryl actually had some happy foreshadowing on him at the end of the season. Denise’s speech called him out for not trying despite being a good person who deserves happiness. This was not put in for no reason.
-it’s not a good death for Daryl. Being fan fave and the type of character he is should go out in a heroic way. If he ever dies, he will probably die saving Carol or Rick.
-Daryl has never had a romance. It would not be something they aren’t going to do because a Daryl romance would create more buzz for the show than anything else, way more than his death.
-Daryl has never found happiness….especially this season. it would be a very disservice of his character, and a fan favorite, to not allow him to ever have any happiness.
-It would be purely for shock value, but not follow the story…this is BAD writing, and to be honest I don’t think they’d risk it.
-They did a death fake out in 6x15, it would be bad writing to kill him in 6x16…it reduces the impact of the kill.
-They left it as a cliffhanger which will probably mean it will be a lesser character. starting the season killing Daryl Dixon is not a wise move.

Season Finale Clues:
-The POV shots would indicate that it is either Glenn or Michonne, not Daryl. He is the first person to come out of the van and you see his head at one point
-The storyline strongly points to it being Abraham, if you want to dismiss the POV shots. He had a moment with everyone - Rick, Sasha and Eugene, and both of this plot arcs tied up in 6x14.
-Daryl seems barely strong enough to hold himself up, let alone to get back up after being hit
-Honestly none of the theories based off of clues make sense for it to be Daryl….some people really just want Daryl to die.
-The strongest candidates based on all clues and in story hints point to it being Abraham or Glenn.

Other Reasons:
-He’s Daryl Dixon
-He is roughly twice as popular as Rick, so if you can’t imagine Rick dying, it’s even harder to think of Daryl dying
-I read he makes up for about 75% of revenue in merchandising. Not sure if that’s true, but it seems legit. Most people who have TWD merchandise have some Daryl stuff and I see him on more shirts, etc than any other character.
-He is very good at marketing the show. He’s like a walking billboard.
-People literally will stop watching if he leaves the show. People can lie to themselves and say that’s not true…it’s true. They won’t risk it.
-These are people who like having jobs and money. He makes the show tons of money and gives them a certain amount of job security.
-Doubtful AMC would let them
-Speaking of that death fakeout…it barely was one…they added in that line by Dwight and practically spoiled it on the Talking Dead…..they didn’t want people to think Daryl was actually dead for a minute.
-They gave him a 2nd show. People seem to think this is because he’s leaving, it’s not true. It shows how much they value him…who wouldn’t want 2 piles of money over 1? They wouldn’t leave their sure thing for a risk. Also, the filming schedule conveniently doesn’t interfere with his Walking Dead schedule.
-There’s been many dropped hints from many sources that he will be back for S7.

Hope this helps.

Also, to be fair there are 2 reasons he won’t be back and frankly I just don’t believe either but here they are:
1. Shock value - but that won’t pay the bills or be good writing
2. Norman wants out - he might but I just don’t feel like he does.

They won’t let him go out a virgin, guys!

How to care for your Dweet.

Step one: DON’T GET ONE! IF YOU SEE HER. RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! Mandrake roots are awesome and bring you lots of great magic things, BUT THEY ARE BAD NEWS MAN! I’M WARNING YOU!

Step two: Don’t feed it anything a normal human might eat. DO NOT FEED HER MEAT! She will get VERY SICK and throw up on everything you love. Feed her dirt, eggshells, banana peels, coffee grounds, hard cat/dog food, vegetables of any kind, but no meat. 

Be sure she has lots of water and sunlight as well. This is important.

Step three: Bathe her in milk regularly. I’m not REALLY sure why she likes this, but she does.

Step four: Wrap her in the finest red or white silk.

Failure to do all this will lead to her death, vomit on everything, or Dwight throwing a tantrum and using all her mandrake powers to make your life a living hell.

IMPORTANT: DO NOT MAKE HER SCREAM. It’s fatal to mundies and can make fables black out for varying lengths of time. Could be two hours could be two years, it really just depends.