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Founded in the 1920′s as a security force for the Ku Klux Klan, The Black Legion were a white supremacist organisation, prevalent in the Midwest of the United States. By the mid-1930′s, they had accumulated 20,000 to 30,000 members, mainly lower-class Southern Protestant whites. They perpetrated violence predominantly against African Americans, who they felt had stolen their jobs while completely disregarding that they lacked any useful skills for said jobs. They also targeted Catholics, Jews, labor unions, farm cooperatives and fraternal groups.

On 12 May, 1936, the organisation kidnapped Charles A. Poole, a Works Progress Administration organiser. Poole, a French Catholic, had married a Protestant. They shot him dead and it was this murder that eventually led to their downfall. It is believed that they killed up to fifty people in Detroit alone.

Hold My Hand *Requested”

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 400

After the farm fell the group was on the road constantly. You were lucky if you were able to stay in a house for more than two days. This constant traveling was taking its toll on everyone. The group was able to find a warehouse that looked safe enough, but it wasn’t somewhere you could really settle down. Hopefully you would be able to find something permanent soon. Once the warehouse was cleared, Rick said that we should go on a quick run for some food. You were so tired and the last thing you wanted to do was go on a run, but you knew it needed to get done.


You and Daryl were at the front of the group, chuckling at each other. It was rare to see Daryl smiling, let alone laughing and the fact that you were able to do that filled you with happiness. To your surprise Daryl took hold of your hand, making you look up at him and smirk a bit. He gave you a quick wink and squeezed your hand a little. You rested your head against his shoulder for a little while as you kept walking.

“Check it out.” T-dog said to the rest of the group, pointing to you and Daryl. “Hey Maggie do you remember when-” You were about to ask something, but you turned around and saw everyone laughing at you. “What?” You asked, confused. Maggie put her hand up to her mouth to try and hide her smile, then nodded towards your and Daryl’s hands laced together. “(Y/N) and Daryl sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Carl sang, with a wide smile on his face. Daryl turned around and narrowed his eyes at Carl, who stopped singing when he noticed the pissed off look on his face. “Aww, that’s so sweet.” Carol said. “What a bunch of fuckin’ infants.” Daryl mumbled under his breath and dropped your hand, walking a little faster ahead of you.

“You guys are the worst.” You said shaking your head at them, but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Oh come on, that was so cute.” Maggie said. Maybe there was a mushy side to your big bad hunter.

Hi guys! Sorry this is so short, I didn’t really know how to finish it. Hope you liked it though!

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A Relay somewhere
  • Equinox: I know what everyone's gonna do tonight. It's Thursday, so Frost is gonna leave early to grind with his new farming group, Valkyr's gonna be going over her platinum budget, and Nova will be attending a "Nitain for One" cooking class. AND if I run and leap at Oberon, he will most certainly catch me in his arms.
  • Equinox *leaping at Oberon*: COMING IN!
  • *Oberon drops the Kuva, which smashes on the floor as he catches Equinox*

as ive gotten older ive realized more and more that id be happier doing a whole lot of nothing and making things for myself and loved ones than getting famous

id rather impact the lives of people who really want and/or need me in their life

id really like to start a hideaway or group farm for trans youth so they can be safe and loved and learn to be proactive in self care and learning how to live without hate

Make Me Yours

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Request: I love your blog so much and I have a request I’ve asked several blogs and no one has taken it and I’d love very much to read your take on it. A heavy smut set in season 2 at the farm; the reader is kind of a loner, has black hair and a few tats and piercings; she likes to sing and dance to herself a lot, she (along with being half Daryl’s age, mid-twenties) also has some daddy issues.. and over time he falls in love with her and all of her “quirks” ;). I realllllyy hope you consider this.

Summary: Set in season 2, on Hershel’s farm. Rick’s group is just starting to settle into an easier life on the farm when Daryl and Glenn come across a woman in the woods (reader) and bring her to the farm. They hit it off. Smut ensues… of course. The rest of the request will be in there too! I hope you like it! (I did not get to the daddy issues, but I did give her major man issues… ;) )


Rick looked around the farm and smiled to himself as he took in the view. His people were safe, finally. He smiled as he watched Carl run around with his mother in the sunset glow. The group had been at the farm only a week or so, but things were finally starting to become put together. They scavenged and used all the camping supplies they could find to build a mini-city outside Hershel’s farmhouse, a ways down the road.

Rick watched as T-Dog and Dale laughed about something, both standing across from the small bonfire they had constructed in the middle area of the city. Andrea sat on top of the R.V. that blocked the city from the road, the brim of her hat hung low, and her eyes stalked the area ahead of her seriously. She was probably one of the best watchmen he had. He smiled a little, looking down at Shane who also could never just relax. He sat at a small picnic table and feverishly cleaned his guns over and over, staring over at who knows what.

Rick focused on the sun setting behind the RV and closed his eyes, tilting his head back, and enjoying the last rays of the sun. He was so grateful to be able to be stationary for once, he was so tired of running. He had to find a way to convince Hershel to let them stay. Rick’s smile turned to frustration as he opened his eyes and searched the ground below him, as if it had answers. Rick stood lost in his own thoughts for a moment, when he suddenly heard Daryl and Glenn’s voices entering the background, calling his name.

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Pregnancy (Daryl x Reader)

Fandom : the Walking Dead 

Once again, I also posted it on my Wattpad account; LisyDixon066 

Imagine being Daryl’s girlfriend after you met him at your uncle’s farm. When the farm fell, your group finds the prison and everything seemed to settle down until you find out that you are pregnant.


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You were pacing into your cell, your hands clenching into fists and cold sweat running down your spine. You couldn’t believe what you had found out this morning. It was simply impossible. It had to be.

Waves of mixed feelings made your heart flutter then hurt, you weren’t even sure why.

In other circumstances you would have been ecstatic. You had always wanted to be a mother and having the chance to have found your soulmate in the middle of the apocalypse was actually a miracle. Unfortunately, you couldn’t tell how Daryl would react to such a huge news.

Daryl and you were together for a while now. You could remember the first time you had laid your eyes upon him at your uncle’s farm. Hershell had helped a young boy and his dad after Otis had shot him accidentally. Nevertheless, the man hadn’t be alone with his kid. Back at the highway was an entire group of survivors that your uncle had welcomed on his land. Indeed, there had been some misunderstandings and fights at first but Rick’s group was now your family. You remember the first time Daryl’s baby blue eyes locked on yours. The nervousness in your heart as you held out your hands for him to shake. The shivers that ran down your back as his huge, strong and calloused hand engulfed your smaller one into a careful hold. The way his warmth kissed your skin as you stood next to him during Otis’ funeral.

You also remembered the first time you had kissed after Dale’s death. Daryl had tried to comfort you and it resulted in you expressing your feelings towards him. You remembered how his lips never left your skin and your lips that night. You remembered the taste of his lips and the intense feeling of his love.

You were happy for the first time since your life had crumbled down.

At some point, unfortunately, the farm fell and you lost Patricia, Jimmy and Andrea. Daryl had kept you safe the entire winter you had spent on the road, you couldn’t deny the love you felt for this man or the feeling of safety you had while being in his arms. You remembered the nights you had spent under the stars, sharing your love and your warmth but not once had you thought about the possibility of being pregnant.

Yes, maybe it was stupid but the love you had for the gruff hunter needed to be consumed.

You were now pacing in your cell at the prison, not knowing what to do. It has been a while since the governor attacked and ran away, you had welcomed the people of Woodbury into your walls and everything seemed fine but you couldn’t help but fear Daryl’s reaction. What if he didn’t want a child of his own? What if he thought that you had tricked him? What if he left you alone, not wanting to be a part of this?

You sighed and a single tear ran down your ivory cheek. You sat down on your bed and hid your face into your hands. You’ll have to wait until he comes back from his run with Michonne, Glenn and Zac to tell him and it was terrifying.


You jolted awake as the loud sound of the cellblock’s door being open resonated into the huge hall. Your heartbeats quickened and you shot up to check on who it was. You stepped out of your room and leaned over the railings to look down. Your eyes adjusted to the light coming from Beth’s cell and you saw your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe of the teenager’s cell.

You only had to look at his face for a second and you knew… Someone was dead.

You listened silently as Daryl told Beth about Zac’s death, you watched as Beth hugged Daryl. The young girl didn’t seem that shaken up by the news but you knew that she was only trying to hide her true feelings.

“I’m tired of loosing people.”

Daryl had said, his words piercing your heart as you also were tired of loosing people you cared for. Beth let go of Daryl and she gave him a weak smile before he turned around to walk up the metal stairs that lead to the second floor of cells. You turned around but staid in place, crossing your arms over your chest and looked down at your feet. You wanted to cry as Daryl’s footsteps approached you quickly. You felt his presence before you, his warmth made you sighed and his calloused hands gripped your elbows to hold you close. His feet came into your vision and you looked up at him with glassy eyes.


He said softly and just above a whisper. You sniffled once and Daryl brought one of his hands up to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, fire running through your veins as he caressed your flesh in slow and loving motions.


You answered back, your voice breaking. Daryl sighed and bent his head down to capture your lips into a powerful kiss. His emotions transpired through the kiss as he held you close. You kissed back instantly, wanting to stay like this forever but he pulled away slowly to analyze your face.

“Ya okay, sweetheart?”

He asked just above a whisper. You stared at him, wondering if it was the right time to tell him about the baby. You saw the dark circles under his eyes, the tired expression that twisted his features and the sadness into his eyes. Seeing him like that made you even more anxious and you decided to only nod your head.

“Yes, don’t worry I’m just tired and I was worried about you. You didn’t come back before dark and… I started to freak out.”

You felt bad for not telling him the truth but it was also true that you had been worried about Daryl all day long. Daryl looked into your eyes and kissed your forehead before dragging you into your cell.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). A herd came down on us… Literally. They were on the roof… I didn’t see it comin’ and now Zac is dead…”

“That’s not your fault, Daryl.”

You tried to comfort him as you sat next to him on your shared bed. Daryl sighed and put his head into his hand as if the weight of Zac’s death was too hard to carry. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and left butterflies kisses on the side of his face and on his neck, cuddling him lovingly into your arms.

“No one is blaming you for what happened, Daryl. It’s not your fault.”

You repeated as Daryl looked up at you and you smiled, attempting to cheer him up but God knows how hard it was to cheer someone up after he had to watch a friend die. Daryl wrapped his arms around your smaller frame and laid down on his back with you on top of him. He cradled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head before softly whispering into your ear.

“I will never let anything happen to ya. I’ll protect ya with ma life if I have to.”

You closed your eyes and tighten your grip around him, you knew that you should tell him now but you were too afraid of loosing him.

“I have faith in you, Daryl. I know that you will protect me and I will always have your back.”

You answered before you dozed off and fell asleep on Daryl’s strong and warm chest.


You woke up the next day feeling suddenly cold. You groaned and noticed that Daryl wasn’t next to you. You turned around in the bed and your eyes widen as you saw him sat on the corner of the bed with something in his hands.


You tried to explain yourself as you sat up, feeling wide awake in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t… Don’t even try (Y/N).”

Your heart started to beat faster as you feared what was coming. Daryl shot up and so did you.

“When were ya going to tell me! Huh! When the baby was coming?!”

Daryl screamed, his voice laced with anger and not even caring about the other members of your family that were probably still asleep.

“Daryl… I tried, I…”

“Nah! Ya were too ashamed to tell me, weren’t ya! Ya didn’t wanted a baby with a redneck piece of shit like me so ya hid it from me!”

Your mouth dropped at his words. How could he think that way! You tried to reach for him but he snapped your hand away, making you jump.

“I’m not ashamed! How can you say that! I was scared of your reaction and now I guess that I was right to be afraid! Why are you overreacting?”

You shouted and pointed a finger into his chest. You were mad because he assumed things about you that he shouldn’t even think about.

“Overrating?! Are ya crazy? I’m not overreacting, (Y/N). This is a huge thing that kept for yarself!”

“I wanted to tell you yesterday but you were grieving! This wasn’t the right time!”

“It was! Ya should have tell me directly! Now I know what ya really think about me…”

Daryl suddenly calmed down and looked down, his shoulders shaking as if he was about to cry.

“Is the baby even mine?”

His question hit you like a punch in your stomach, it hurt too much to even breathe. You brought your hands over your belly, shaking like a leaf. His eyes looked up at you and they widen as he saw the tears fall down your cheeks.

“How can you say that?! How dare you?!”

You breathed out, your entire body was shaking with sadness and pain. Daryl tried to reach for you but you took a step away, too hurt by his reaction to even see him right now.

“Get out…”

You whispered and looked away, trying to stay composed.


Daryl tried again but you looked up at him in fury and screamed as loud as you could.

“I said, get out!”

Daryl jumped at your sudden outburst, his eyes wide open and his hand still hanging in the air as he tried to reach for you.

“If you think so lowly of myself and if you don’t want to be the father of this child you should go, Daryl.”

You said with a shaky voice then you turned away from him, not wanting to see his face. You heard him turned around as well but he stopped and you could feel his eyes on your back. You shivered as tears ran down your cheeks and rubbed your stomach slowly.

“Fuck it!”

You heard Daryl say before he walked away. When you couldn’t hear his footstep anymore, you collapsed hitting your knees on the hard floor of your cell. Sobs of pain and despair erupted from your mouth until you felt a soft hand onto your back. You turned around in a flash to be met with Carol’s soft eyes. You watched her for a couple of seconds before your lips start quivering and you broke down once again. The older woman hugged you close and rocked you back and forth slowly. ‘It’s going to be okay.’ She said. 'Daryl is just afraid, he doesn’t mean what he said.’

You wanted to trust her but it was hard to believe. You couldn’t help but feel lost and desperate as you thought about how you had lost the love of your life so easily. After a while, Carol convinced you to exit your cell and insisted that you ate something. As you entered the cafeteria, the entire group was there. Their eyes shifted from their food to you and your eyes started to water once again. This time, Maggie walked towards you and engulfed you into a warm and comforting hug. Even if you weren’t as happy about your pregnancy as you should or could be, everyone started to congratulate you. You thanked them sadly and reluctantly ate the small bowl of pasta Carol gave you.

Maggie was still by your side but you were in a daze, the sounds around you seemed muffled and your eyes looked more and more empty. Your heart felt cold as the feeling of rejection hit you.

Daryl didn’t want you or your baby… You were alone.

You closed your eyes but suddenly a conversation attracted your attention.

“Where is he?”

You heard Glenn whisper to Rick.

“I don’t know. I saw him ran away with one of our cars. He’s still out there…”

“God… That’s not good.”

You opened your eyes and listened more carefully as Rick answered.

“If he’s not back in an hour we’ll go search for him.”

“Maybe we should already head out.”

You looked behind your shoulder to watch the two men. They seemed worried, Rick ran the palm of his hand over his face as Glenn spoke again.

“Maybe we should tell her?”

“No, she’s already too worried with their fight. That wouldn’t be good for her or for the baby.”

You frowned and turned around in your seat to face them.

“What shouldn’t you tell me?”

Everyone looked at you, Rick and Glenn with wide eyes. Glenn looked at Rick, not knowing what to do.

“Rick… Tell me.”

You spoke again and Rick sighed as he took a few steps in your direction.

“(Y/N)… Daryl left an hour ago. He took a car, not his bike, and left in a hurry.”

Your face felt suddenly cold as your blood seemed to have left your body. Your eyes fluttered several times as you looked at Rick.


“Maybe he needed some fresh air.”

Carol said, trying to keep you calm but your heart started to beat faster against your chest and your breathing got laborious.

“I… It’s my fault. Daryl is gone. He’s… I told him to go and now he’s gone.”

You covered your face with your hands and started to cry once again. Rick reach towards you and hugged your sobbing form into his arms.

“He will comeback, (Y/N). I’m sure that he’s simply trying to figure everything out.”

The group looked at you sadly, hoping with all their heart that Rick was right.


It was almost dark outside and Daryl wasn’t home yet. You staid outside the prison the entire day, focused on the gates and on the road ahead. You still had hope for Daryl to show up even if the others told you to go to sleep.

Your hands rested on your belly as you sat on the cold steps that lead to your cell block. You hummed quietly to yourself as you watched Rick and Carl who were killing some walkers at the fences. Sasha was on watch with Bob and you smiled at the two of them. Maybe they will become more than friends one day, who knows. You were lost in your thoughts when you heard Sasha’s voice from the tower.

“He’s back!! Daryl is back!”

She screamed and you shot up, seeing Carl and Rick ran at the gates to let him in. The car drove up and stopped in the field, Rick and Carl stopped to look at the bed of the truck and you heard Carl laugh and utter a 'wow’ of amazement. You frowned as you saw Rick pat Daryl’s back then turn to help his son with whatever was in the bed of the truck.

Daryl turned around and you walked down the steps, holding into the small fence that protected the cell block entrance for support. Daryl saw you from his spot in the field and took off running. You walked rapidly to meet him halfway, sob shaking your body and tears running down your cheeks for the hundredth time today.

Daryl arrived in front of you and collided into you, his arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent.

“(Y/N)… I’m so sorry.”

He said as he hugged you against his chest.

“I screwed up. I… I got scared. Scared of becoming a shitty father, of failing ya, of hurting our child…”

His voice was soft and laced with remorse. You hugged him tighter as you let him spoke his mind.

“I was scared of being like my father… I don’t want to fail this little baby. I don’t want to fail at protecting the both of ya. I’m not the man ya deserve, I know that. Ya deserve better than me but I promise ya that I will do my best to be the father this child deserves.”

You pulled away, your tears had now dried off and your eyes were puffy. You looked at the man before you, knowing that he hadn’t react the way he did because of you but because of his low self esteem, because of his past and because of how broken he was. You shook your head and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his lips.

“You’re all I ever wanted, Daryl. I don’t need anybody else in my life and I know that you will be an amazing father. I should have tell you about the baby sooner and trust me I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure, I was afraid that you would leave me because of the baby.”

You looked down as you said the last sentence but Daryl brought your head up to look at you.

“Don’t ya think that ya can get rid of me that easily, my love.”

He said with a smirk, making you chuckle. Daryl kissed you again, this time with so much passion that it took your breath away.

“Even if ya didn’t wanted me in yar life anymore, I would still care about ya. I would still protect ya…”

Daryl cupped your cheeks and smiled softly at you.

“Ya and our baby are my world now.”

You beamed at him and blushed deeply.

“I have faith in you, Daryl.”

You whispered as you leaned your forehead against his. Daryl’s eyes widen at your words, as if you had given him the most beautiful gift in the world. The man sighed and held you close, feeling his strong arms around you made you feel safe and loved. You closed your eyes, glad to have him back.

“You guys are so cute… It’s killing me.”

You heard Rick’s voice from behind Daryl’s back. Daryl let go of you and you raised an eyebrow at the baby furniture that was in Rick’s arms.

“Where are all of these baby stuff from?”

You asked and Daryl blushed slightly as Carl, Sasha and Bob walked towards the prison with more baby furniture in their arms.

“Ask your man!”

Rick said as he joined the others and laughed. You turned to look at Daryl in surprise.

“That’s where I went when ya told me to go away. I thought that I would show ya that I could be a good dad for our child.”

He said, clearly embarrassed as he bit the skin of his thumb nervously. You covered your mouth with your hands as you saw him reach for a small teddy bear that was hanging loose from his belt. The bear looked so tiny in his huge hands that it made you smile. He played with it for a couple of seconds before handing it to you. You took it carefully into your hands and hugged it close to your chest. Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist and ran one of his hands over your belly.

“I’ll never let anything hurt our family. I’ll protect ya, (Y/N). I promise.”

You smiled as you listen to him. Your world was complete once again and you knew that you could trust Daryl Dixon.

He would protect you and your baby with his life if he had to.


I truly hope that you enjoyed it guys :) 

Imagine Shane working for the Governor and taking you away with him.

(So here is my first Shane imagine :3 It’s set AU, so Shane survives the farm Hope it is as requested and you all like it!! PS. I really tried my best for the ending >_< Gif not mine/Found them on google/Credits to the original owner.)

After what had happened at the farm, you and your group had found shelter at a prison.

There, you were all able to make a nice place out of it and were trying to survive as best as you can.

However, while most of your friends were able to find some happiness, you still couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to your husband, Shane.

You had been told he was dead and had learned from Rick about his intentions of killing him.

You were shocked, you knew your husband resented Rick for some his decisions but never had he ever mention to you of wanting to kill his best friend.

You thought you knew him better and that he’d trust you enough to talk to you about his worries but maybe you were wrong or maybe Rick was simply lying to you about what had happened.

Nonetheless, you missed Shane dearly and just wanted him by your side as before.


As you daydreamed about being united again, Shane was in fact in his room in Woodbury doing the same.

If he knew where he would’ve ended up, he wouldn’t have ever tried to do what he did.

But now here he was stuck in a place without you. Since his arrival, he had been able to adjust and work along with the others.

To his surprise, Merle was there along with him as well and although they didn’t necessarily get along, it was comforting to see someone he knew.


He finally got out of bed and out of his room, to go meet up with the Governor about the day’s run.

As he arrived, he saw The Governor and the others along and heard them talking about a place they found out.

He listened closely and suddenly heard Rick’s name being mentioned.

His eyes shot up to meet with Merle’s and widened in shock. He made his way closer and said “Rick? You mean…the Rick we know…”

Merle smirked and nodded. “Yeah…the one and only…”

Shane thought about the day he had gotten shot and remembered how the fire engulfed the farm and the number of walkers around it.

The more he thought about it the more he started to believe you somehow hadn’t gotten out of it alive.

It broke his heart to think of it but at the moment it was more plausible to think you had passed away.

He then turned to the Governor and looked into his eyes.

“We have to go there…that guy’s a threat…”

The Governor nodded in agreement and they all spent the day making plans together.


You finally got out of bed and had gotten outside to help the others around.

It was a beautiful sunny day and seeing how everyone was having a casual and fun time, you started to feel the same.

You were gardening along with Carl, when suddenly from far away, you heard the sound of cars approaching.

You got up and looked over to where it all came from and noticed the overwhelming amount of cars assembled by the outer gate of the prison.

You noticed a man coming out and Rick had went over to talk to him.

You stared for a while and slowly Carl got closer to you.

“Who is that?” He asked you curiously.

You glanced at him and shrugged.

“I don’t know…but I don’t have a good feeling about this…we have to warn the others…and probably get prepared…”

He nodded and followed you as you walked back and went to get your weapons and to warn the others inside.


As you finally got everything you needed, you walked back out and saw Rick throwing punches at the other man.

They fought and in that instant, gunshots were heard and you all started to do the same.

Seeing your group being threaten by other’s this way angered you and your sense of wanting to protect all of them, made you able to easily fire at the enemy.

You went to cover yourself and started to shoot at them as much as you could.

As everything went on between Rick and the Governor, Shane had walked over to get inside the prison’s fence.

He fired back at the others and just as you, went to take cover behind some old cars.

He looked over and as he scanned the field, he noticed your gaze looking towards the others.

His heart stopped for a moment and he felt huge sense of relief. You were more than alive and he couldn’t be any happier to see you.

He got out of his hiding place and walked closer to try and catch your attention.


In the end, found a way to sneak in closer to you and you immediately turned to see him.


You were in shock and couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. Your eyes widened and words were caught in your throat.

“Shane…?! Aren’t you?…how? You’re alive…”

He nodded and couldn’t resist smiling at you. Looking at him, you dropped your weapon and ran over to hug him.

He did the same as you and caught you in his arms. He held you tightly to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and a few tears came to him.

Stroking your back, he said “You don’t know how much I miss you, Y/N…”

You clung onto him and looked back at him to get a good look. You touched his face as if to make sure he was really in front of you and just as him, smiled. 

“I missed you too…A lot…Shane, don’t ever leave me again…”

He believed your every words and started to reflect on your suggestion. He smirked hearing how genuinely you sounded and cupped your face with one hand and gave you a hungry kiss. He missed you just as much as you did and wanted to let you know how much you meant to him.

Out of breath, he backed away to press his forehead to yours and looked you in the eyes. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and whispered “Never…I should’ve been the one protecting you…You’re my wife…You belong with me…and I promise I’m never leaving you again…”

It made you blush and smile even more and from the tone of his voice, you knew how sincere he was. You nodded and as he felt you, he kissed you again and scooped you up.

The feeling of being lifted up, surprised you and you tried to get down.

“Shane?! Wh-what are you doing?! Let me down! This isn’t the time…”

He chuckled and tightened his grip around you. He managed to throw you over his shoulder and playfully slapped your butt.

You shrieked and stopped shifting around to try to get down of him. You slapped his shoulder back and yelled at him.


He went to pick up his gun and laughed and said “Y/N, I told you i’m not leaving you ever again…”

Holding onto you tightly, he turned and walked away discretely from the prison, smiling and to your surprise so did you.


A Hoodening was an old English tradition that originated in the county of Kent. It’s most likely a Pagan tradition, and entails the use of a wooden hobby horse which is mounted on a pole and carried by an individual hidden under a large cloth. Small groups of farm labourers would rally around villages at Christmas-time and knock on people’s doors where they would sing a song before being let into their home. Once inside, the horse pranced and gnashed its jaw, while the Jockey attempted to mount it, and the Mollie ( a man dressed as a woman) swept the floor with a broom while chasing and hitting any girls in the household. After this strange performance, the homeowners would be forced to pay them and then the team would leave to repeat the process at another house.

Records show that the annual Hoodening was so frightening for people that they would nail up their doors or leave their homes entirely. In the 1800s, a pregnant woman died from shock upon seeing the Hoodening. When the “horse” gnashed it’s teeth at her, she had a heart attack and fell down the stairs. It’s safe to say that a court banned the practice from that particular village, just to prevent any more terrible Hoodening fatalities.


Dorset is a county in South West England where over 700,000 people live, an lies off the English Channel coast. The county town is Dorchester, after which a famous London hotel-restaurant is named. Around half of the population lives in the South East Dorset conurbation, while the rest of the county is largely rural with a low population density.

The county has a long history of human settlement stretching back to the ancient times. A Celtic tribe originally lived there, then during the early Middle Ages, the Saxons settled the area and made Dorset a shire in the 7th century.

The first recorded Viking raid on the British Isles occurred in Dorset during the 8th century and the black death entered England at Melcombe Regis in 1348. Dorset has seen much civil unrest during the 2nd English Civil War, while much later a group of farm labourers from Tolpuddle were instrumental in the formation of the worlds first trade union movement.

During the Second World War, Dorset was heavily involved in the preparations for the invasion of Normandy and the large harbours of Portland and Poole were two of the main embarkation points. The former was the sailing venue in the 2012 Summer Olympic Games and both have clubs for sailing, rowing, and power-boating.

Dorset has a varied landscape featuring broad elevated chalk downs, steep limestone ridges and low-lying clay valleys. Over half the county is designated as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and three-quarters of its coastline is a World Heritage Site that features notable landforms such as Lulworth Cove, the Isle of Portland, Chesil Beach and Durdle Door.

There are no polluting and noisey motorways in Dorset, just a network of key roads cross the county. It has two railway lines that connect to London, an also seaports plus an international airport. The county has a variety of museums, theatres and festivals, and is host to one of Europe’s largest outdoor shows. It is the birthplace of Thomas Hardy, who used the county as the principal setting of his famous novels.


Imagine Daryl having wet dreams about you and afterwards not being able to look at you the same way (Smut)

(So I haven’t wrote a smut in a while and felt inspired by this request :D Yay for my first Daryl smut XD Hope I got this request right and you all like it. Gif not mine/Found it on google/Credit to the original owner)

You and Daryl have become close friends from the moment you met. You were on Hershel’s farm and when the group came along and the both of you somehow got close.

You were friendly with most of them but you especially gave attention to Daryl as he seemed too shy to say anything.

Soon enough you would make him laugh and he would always enjoy your company.

When the farm got overrun with walkers, Daryl had saved from where you were and you all found yourself surviving in the woods together.

You found a prison and had since been living in it. You and Daryl got even closer, so close Daryl had started to feel something for you.

You were always kind to him and you made him feel comfortable. No matter his mood you were always the first one to notice and cheer him up whenever he was down.


Every night you had the habit of passing by his cell and telling him goodnight. He would tell you back and go to bed.

Tonight as he laid on his bed, he thought of his feelings for you and wondered if he should do anything about them.

As he drifted to sleep, his eyes felt heavy until he felt someone touching his hair. He opened his eyes to see you.

“Hey…what are ya doin’? It’s late you should go to bed…”

He said while taking your arm away.

For some reason your action had made him smile and he actually didn’t want you to stop but only said it out of courtesy.

You chuckled and got closer to him. It surprised him and he held your shoulders to slightly push you away.

You pressed forward and kissed him gently. He got surprised and told you


You then said “But…you like me, don’t you?”

He looked into your eyes and thought you were absolutely stunning in that moment. He couldn’t think of an answer and only nodded for you to continue.

You kissed him again this time roughly. You pushed your tongue inside his mouth during the kiss and needless to say he was enjoying it.

He clung to your body tightly against him and it made you smile. You ended up on him and you broke the kiss off to sit up.

Daryl didn’t like you pulling away from him so he frowned at you.

You chuckled and innocently asked “Are you angry at me?”

He nodded and in a groan he said “Of course I-”

As he was about to ramble on, he came to a stop the instant you took your shirt off.

He was blown away by your figure and swallowed hard.

He hesitated at what to do until you grabbed a hold of his hands. He didn’t wait for you to do anything as he understood what you wanted.

He started to touch your body making you feel waves of pleasure. You started to grind against his hip and you felt his hardness.

He propped himself and started to kiss you again and trailed down to your neck, shoulder and finally went to your breast.

He licked and suck on your nipples which caused you to moan out his name. You grabbed his head and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Your hands wandered over his chest to pull his shirt away. Afterwards everything happened fast. From you pleasuring him with your mouth to him eating you out.

The whole time he was gentle with you but he suddenly felt the urge to prove himself as a man. You had laughed and giggled earlier at him and now he wanted revenge.

He pushed you off him and flipped you onto your stomach. You shrieked in surprised and he laughed.

“What? You think you can have all the fun to yourself…This is for laughing at me earlier…”

He grabbed your hips tightly and caused you to get on your hands and knees. He pushed himself into you roughly and the moment you moaned, he started to thrust not giving you time to adjust to him.

Feeling your warmth, drove him insane and caused him to speed up his pace gradually. He lowered himself on you and started to kiss down your spine and back up to your ear.

You turned your head to him and gave him a quite sloppy kiss as he was still pushing himself into you.

You moaned his name multiple times and he felt you tightening around him. He could only curse and tell you how much he loved you.

“Daryl…Daryl…I’m-I’m going to come! Fuck!”

You said in between breath and it made him chuckle. You felt one of his hand slide down your body and reaching to rub your clit.

Needless to say he felt you shaking and knew you reached your climax. He then tighten his hold around your waist and started to pumping into you roughly and faster than before.

He felt your heat and his climax coming. He closed his eyes out of pleasure and kept calling your name.

As he felt near his end, he opened his eyes back only to realize he was still alone on his bed.


He was out of breath and he realized it was all a dream. He shook his head and whispered to himself “What the hell…I-I can’t believe that just happen…”

He felt his member was stiff and exhaled in frustration. Despite feeling filthy from his dream, he decided to take care of himself and started to stroke himself to find relief.

He thought about you and the dream earlier and it kept him going. He kept whispering your name and tried his best to keep it as quiet as possible. As he came, he cursed and couldn’t stop thinking about you and later fell asleep.


The next morning, he felt ashamed of what he thought about you and decided to avoid you as much as he could.


“Morning Daryl! Ready for today’s run?” You said to him as you passed by his cell. You were quite in a good mood after a good night’s rest and your smile truly showed it.

Daryl stared at you and could only shake his head and said “No…No I can’t…not today…I got something else planned…”


“See ya…”

He was clearly nervous and suddenly walked out of his cell. You looked at his back as he walked away and simply couldn’t understand as to why he seemed so mad.

You tried to approach him but he would only walk away from you.


Since that night, things haven’t got any better, he had been having multiple dreams about you sleeping with him. From you riding him to him taking you on a wall from behind. Whatever fantasy he had it all came to life in most of his dreams lately. In all of them, you were moaning his name in pleasure and telling him how much you loved him. 

Which caused him to wake in the middle of the night frustrated and to be quite moody in the morning. He would keep avoiding you as every time he laid his eyes on you, it would only remind him of his fantasies.


You noticed him gradually distancing from you and it frustrated you to not knowing why he acted this way suddenly.

One day, while he was eating you walked in the kitchen and he got up and tried to leave.

You grabbed onto his arm and he tried to pull away the moment he felt your touch. You held him tighter and said

“Daryl! What the hell?! What’s wrong with you?!”

He looked away from you and it angered you. “Hey! Look me in the eyes when i’m talking to you, Daryl…tell me what’s wrong…why have been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Just tell me! I can’t stand not talking to you for another moment! Your my friend, for fuck sake’s tell me something!”

Knowing how angry, you are from the tone of your voice he immediately looked into your eyes.

He stayed silent and could only admire you. Not knowing what he was doing, his action just pissed you off and you told him “So? Aren’t you going to tell me!?”

He cleared his throat and finally opened his mouth to talk

“You wanna know…you wanna know why I’ve been avoiding you…”

“Yeah! We’re friends we should be able to talk when something is wrong…”

He nodded and in a nervous tone said  "I-I’ve been avoiding you because…because…I…I have feelings for you…I love you…“

Your eyes widened in surprised and a slight smile formed over your lips.

"Really? That’s why…”

He shook his head and continued

“No! Well, yeah but That’s not the main reason…I love spending time with you…I hate that i’m avoiding you but it’s only because…I-I don’t know how to say this but…I’ve been having multiple wet dreams about you lately and they just never seem to stop…so…during the day when I look at you…I-I can’t think of anything else but you…you know…naked and doing stuff to me…”

As he had described the situation, he had looked away from you and you could see him actually getting red and flustered.

Hearing him had shocked you and you could only shake your head slowly.

“Oh…Okay…I-I get it now…It is kinda awkward for you…well i’m sorry for pressuring you to tell me…but at least now I know why you’re not talking to me…”

He grunted in agreement and then said “No, you don’t have to apologize…I’m the one avoiding you…sorry…”

He got away from you and started to walk to his cell.


You sat thinking about what Daryl had just said and you realized he had actually mentioned that he loved you. You had liked Daryl for some time but never thought that it would go further than friendship because of how detached he seemed sometimes.

You got up and called to him to a stop in the hallway but he kept walking. As you ran towards him, you hugged him from behind.

“Daryl, you said you love me right?”

Feeling your arms around him made him nervous and he stuttered

“Euhh… y-yeah…”


You then got closer to his ear and whispered “I love you too…”

He turned around only to see you smirk at him and you pressing yourself to kiss him. In that moment, he knew it wasn’t dream.

Rick wants us to stay at the farm… he wants the group to talk after he’s spoken with Hershel.  Who.. isn’t big on the idea but you know, I get it. We’re a lot of people. What do you think?

Lost in the Desert

The Mechanic struggled over another sand dune.  Once again, he saw the Citadel shimmer in the distance, but delirious as he was he couldn’t tell if it was closer than the last time.  It looked somehow further, even though he knew he had gone forward.  Or at least he thought he had gone forward.  He couldn’t tell anymore.

He had lost count of the days.  After they had slaughtered Miss Giddy, he had wandered away from the hoard to relieve himself, and perhaps find a quiet nap behind a rock while the generals figured out what to do next.  When the sounds of engines had started up again, he had rushed back, but barely caught a ride on a truck from the Bullet Farm that had needed to jump their dead battery.  The main armada had left already in pursuit of the War Rig.  By the time they caught up with the group, Bullet Farm boys had decided he was dead weight, no matter to them that he was The Immortan’s personal medic.  Once they hit the rock narrows, one of them tossed him aside and left him for dead.  From the sounds of the explosions, they were probably dead themselves.

For a day and a night he lay there, until he was found by Rock Riders scavenging the wreckage for parts.  He had enough black tar heroin on him to buy passage to the other side of the mountains.  But not enough to secure more than a few ounces of water.  He’d rationed it out, as best he could.  Resorted to sipping saline solution, and any drug that he thought might not be metabolized orally from his bandolier.    

But he was pretty much done.  The Citadel was in sight, but he was out of liquids and could barely crawl across the shifting orange sands.