kill all walkers

ok ok look

i still liked the nymeria reunion. i loved that she looks exactly like she was as a little pup, that was a nice touch. it makes sense for the show to represent that the right thing for nymeria is to live in the wild and be free and that arya understands that BUT

for a second there i forgot the show never really gave the direwolves their true meaning like in the books and so i was hopeful that nymeria didn’t go with arya yet because arya wasn’t ready, because even though she is going back to winterfell, to jon, she isn’t quite herself yet and so nymeria waits. i was hoping when arya truly feels like being home and being herself then nymeria would come for her and that would represent arya feeling like a stark again, feeling whole.

My Favourite Pulitzer Prize Winning Books (So Far)

Just as the title says, here’s a list/rating of my favourite to least favourite Pulitzer Prize winning books (of those I have read).

Note: I am rating these books solely on an emotional scale based on how strongly I connected with each book.

#1. The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt (one of my favourite books OF ALL TIME)

#2. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, by Michael Chabon

#3. All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doer

#4. The Colour Purple, by Alice Walker

#5. To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee

#6. Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides

#7. The Road, by Cormac McCarthy

#8. The Orphan Master’s Son, by Adam Johnson

 One of my New School Year Resolutions is to read as many Pulitzers between this fall and the next as possible (an idea spawned pretty much out of absolute boredom and need for a pet-project). It’ll be interesting to see how this list changes throughout the next 12 months, and when I’m finally finished I’ll create a much more detailed one describing what I do/don’t like about each book! 

Please let me know if you have any recommendations!!

Imagine being a baby to Merle's eyes and him just loving you for that

(So I had some requests for some Merle fluff :3 and here is what I came up with XD Honestly it’s more bittersweet than anything but I just got so inspired by a song it had to be like this :3 Ps. honestly poor bby :( Hope it is as requested and you all like it! Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

There was no denying he found you cute. From the day you walked into his life, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you but quickly his fascination wasn’t always as sexually driven as he could imagine it to be.

You seemed so soft, fragile and young to him that he there was no denying that the word “baby” fit you the most.

And now here you were all cozied up in his bed, exhausted from your hard day of walking out there alone and separated from the others for so long. He smiled looking down at you and pulling his hand away from your hair, he walked out quietly to join the Governor for a late talk.

By the door he had two guards to keep you safe and simply told them with a smirk.

“Alright boys…She’s a baby so please just let her sleep well…She needs it…”

They chuckled along with him and as he made his way towards The Governor, he couldn’t stop smiling thinking about how glad he was to have finally found you after all these months.

Since the rooftop, the old group and you had been nothing but in the past to him. However, here he finally found you in a confused and dazed state and rescued you in time. He couldn’t wait for you to recover and catch up on what he missed.

As he walked, he reflected on how you had both met and it made him smile even more.


It was a heated afternoon, everyone had set camp to take a break for the evening and prepare the night when suddenly someone had approached the camp.

Without hesitation, everyone had their guns up. Having been closer to the noise, Merle raised his voice over to you.

“Show yourself! I ain’t got time to play games with you…”

Out of fear, you slowly poked your head up from the bushes and made sure to let them know you weren’t going to harm them.

Your eyes met with his blue gaze and instantly he softened. There was nothing to worry about. To him, you couldn’t possibly do any damage looking like that, so young and rosy cheeked.

Already, he felt a sense of need to protect you and reassure you that it would be alright, inciting you to come closer to the camp.

“You alone?”

You nodded and he continued, “Alright, cutie…Come closer…”

You blushed at those words and looked around to check who did he meant by that, only to be even more stunned when he seemed to chuckle and point out he meant you. You did just as he asked and instantly he lowered his gun and set it away.

Signalling the others to follow his lead, he then walked closer and slowly extended his hand out to greet you.

“Name’s Merle and you?”


“Hah! Baby seems more fitting wouldn’t you think?”

You chuckled hearing how friendly and flirty he was and simply shrugged at his words.

“Maybe…Well…I-I was wondering, Merle…If by any chance I could-”

“Tag along with us?”

Just like that he completed your sentence and with a big smirk, he welcomed you to the group and gave you another family. You let out a slight smile and like that you joined Merle and the others along the road.


Since your arrival, Merle had seem to have a change in his attitude and ways. He was oddly less and less intoxicated most of the time, even Daryl, his younger brother had notice and had let it slip to you in numerous occasions, making you laugh in disbelief.

You were surprised to hear he even had such problems but were glad it was the case at the moment. Days and days with you were more worth the while when sober he thought and had managed to control his impulses in a variety of ways.

From keeping his focus on you whenever you were near him or simply helping you out with anything, as long as it involved you it was easy for him to forget about the stash of drug he had in his bags.

With you being so clueless and quirky, he couldn’t help himself from enjoying each instant he was with you. From your antics whenever you’d hunt and track along with him and his brother to the funny dance you had come along with when doing the laundry, it all made his heart soft.

If he could he would’ve kept you in a bubble from all the harm and ugliness of the world but the reality was that he could only make you smile in return.

Whether it was from cussing to his sarcastic remarks, he did them to make you laugh and forget about how the world had turned to shit. It brought him happiness to hear you laugh and see you so happy that truly it became his goal.

His cockiness had then stopped serving his ego but rather as a tool to over exaggerate things and get your attention and have a laugh at him.

You were grateful to have met him, to have him in your life and for a long while you had your share of fun and comfort. Easy to say, you were probably the only person in the group to get along so well with him.


It was all worth it as whenever you needed him, he was right there.

You were in one of those moods one evening. The kind where only your family and friends could comfort you. However they were gone, all of them. You had witness everything and barely managed to survive such event.

But there you sat by the fire alone. As everyone was asleep, you were crying to yourself after a rather rough day and all of it had reminded you of that dreadful day.

Seeing all the guts and blood, you had thought you might’ve been used to it by now but that morning hadn’t seem to be the case.

It was hard pretending to be strong all the time and now that everyone was soundly asleep in their tents, you quietly let it all out.

As you sat there, Merle had notice from his tent how the fire was still burning. Peering out, he saw you on your own and had wondered as to what was going on.

You had seem so strong and fierce against the hoard of walkers earlier, that it was odd to not see you tired and asleep in your tent. Feeling like there was something wrong, he quietly walked out and went to join you.

Slowly, he could swear hearing you sniffle. He thought you might’ve been cold or something and made his way faster. However, the closer he got, the more he realized it wasn’t because of the fresh air but rather you were in tears.

He felt his heart sink, you were crying, his baby was in need of comfort but you took the choice to sit there on your own. He hated that and had to change it. He couldn’t stop himself from getting closer and closer to you, until he sat down right next to you.

You were so enthralled into your sorrow, you hadn’t notice him, until you heard a mutter of your name.


You then felt a hand to your back and another one grazing your forearm, as you were curled up in ball. Embarrassed, you pushed him away and quickly wiped your tears away.

By then you realized it was Merle and knowing how worried he could be you tried to reassure him. Looking away and rubbing your eyes, you cleared your throat and told him, “I’m fine…You should go back to sleep it’s getting late…”

He scoffed in disbelief and his worried tone betrayed the fact he was trying to be stern with you.

“What about you sweetheart?”

“I’m fine…”

It hurt him, your words of rejection made him feel useless and that he couldn’t stand it. He shook his head and grabbed your arm to catch your attention back to him.

You tried to pull away, begging him to stop.

“Merle, stop it…i’m fine just go back to sleep-”

At that, he managed to pull you back closer and ended up with his arm wrapped around you to keep you from moving. Tightening his grip, he growled, “You stop it…I’m trying to help you here…Y/N what’s wrong? Tell me…”

Soon enough, you gave up your little fight and let your tears drop. You felt his warm and firm chest pressed against you, and it all made you curl and relax in his hold.

It didn’t seem to stop and that just made his need to hold you even stronger. He put a hand to your hair, stroking it to relieve you as he held you to him. He let you understand it was alright to felt that way and simply stayed quiet, allowing you to cry for a good while.


His hold made you melt and calmed you down enough. As he felt you softening in his arms, he felt it was appropriate to ask you again what was going on.

“So…you care to tell me what’s going on…”

Rubbing your eyes, wiping your tears away, you pulled back from him and took a few deep breath. Sitting up, you looked into the fire and told him, “I-I was just having a hard time…Today was a hard day…”

He shrugged and tucked your hair away to get a better look at your saddened features, only to let you continue.

“Killing all those walkers back there…The blood and everything…Just reminded me of my family…I saw everything…and didn’t do anything back then…and thinking about all of it…I-I just couldn’t stop myself from crying…”

He finally understood it. You were putting up a front the whole day and had finally broke down from you false hard exterior. Just as he thought, you were a soft baby that needed to be taken care of.

He reached to stroke your hair again and in a hush tone, he gave you reassurance.

“Ain’t no one ever said it was easy…Y/N…It’s okay to feel that way you know…I know that coming from me sounds weird but…Some days are shit…and some days aren’t but…It don’t mean you have to hide your feelings about it…Be upset if you want…but just remember that you aren’t alone here…Let me or someone else know…”

At those words, you both felt silent and reflected on your feelings and journey so far. It truly relieved you to know he cared so much and managed to muster up some words to comfort you and slowly you started to smile.

He just needed to pour his heart out and let you know that he’d stay by your side no matter how you need him. He wanted to be right there, the first one to notice and care for you and that’s what he said.

You felt him putting his hand over yours and it made you smile. You ended up scooting closer and he reached over to wipe away your leftover tears. He nodded at you and you took a deep breath before thanking him.

“Thank you Merle…Thank you for making me feel less lonely…and making me feel at home once again…For once you’re so kind tonight…”

He let out a chuckle and flash his cocky smirk as usual, making your laughter come out and even more as he added,“What are you talking about? I’m always a nice and kind man!”

His hand over yours slowly ended up grabbing you. You felt him pulling it towards him and rubbing it with his other hand, he then whispered, reassuring you once again.

“Sweetheart, I just want you to remember that I was serious about earlier…whenever things get hard…Just come to me…I’ll solve all your problems…”

He meant all those words and as he held your hands, you felt so protected and at ease, you smiled wholeheartedly at him and couldn’t help but tear up happily.

You nodded and took his promise to heart, making you pull him into a tight embrace. Feeling your arms wrap around him so suddenly, made his heart pound.

He was speechless from this simple act of affection from you. Butterfly roamed his stomach by the time he felt your cheek pressed against his neck and slowly it was harder for him breathe.

You felt his arms slowly wrapping around you and you sighed in relief, thanking him for all of it.

You don’t know how long it had been since your last hug but it was a long one and you were grateful for it. So was he but slowly he knew it had to come to stop before it went too far and made him do the wrong move to you.

He subtly pulled away and chuckling, said,“Here…got you a snack…it’s all yours…”

He reached inside his pocket and brought out a bag of salted cookies, showing it off like it was a prize he won.

You chuckled at him, finding it unbelievable he was that caring. You gladly grabbed the bag and quickly opened it to start eating, slowly accepting that it was alright to feel the way you did.

He smiled and felt his heart at ease, seeing you chow down so eagerly on the light late night snack and in a cheerful tone asked you,“How do you feel? Happy?”


“Don’t speak with your mouth full! You idiot…Just nod, if you’re happy…”

You laughed and did just as he asked, making him laugh as well. Swallowing your mouthful, you let out the words for him, you had in your heart for a while.

“I like you Merle…”

He smirked hearing you and looking you back in the eyes, he gave you his honest answer, only to end up approaching closer to you to emphasize his point.

“I like you too…You little baby…”

You both smiled to each other and your moment was then cut off when Daryl came looking for his older brother. Luckily, you managed to convince him to stay for a while and the three of you sat there laughing and quietly trying to pass the time until you truly felt sleepy.

It had been a sweet moment that night and for sure he’d remember it for the rest of his life. Such a shame it never happened again, he thought the day he had been handcuffed to the roof.

He regretted not pouring his heart out completely to you and had to leave you all alone so suddenly but here you were by his side again, and finally he could be at peace for the meantime.


As Philip welcomed him in, they both sat down by the couch. Offering him a beer, he gladly accept it and that’s when the other man, asked him, “So this Y/N…You really know her?”

He nodded and smiled looking away. “Of course I know her…”

“It was a sarcastic remark Merle…Just from the way you rushed to her…and the way you look at her I knew that you know her…”

He couldn’t deny the scene he made and simply nodded along.

“So tell me…How?”

At that, he told him exactly everything that came to his mind from the day he had met you. With a constant smile, a slight laugh here and there and a rather sweeter tone, he talked about you for a long while.


Finally, Merle let out the words, “I like you Merle…” and remembered each instant you said it, he let out a chuckle and continued “Those words she said them often…A constant reminder of how she felt for me…It made me happy…”

The Governor had took notice of how Merle had seem to lit up at the thought of those words and oddly, he was glad and chuckled.

“Of course it did…Look at you…”

Merle felt bashful at that point and simply wanted to let him know of how special you were and such, as he continued on.

“Trust me Governor…Once you get to know her…You’ll realize how much of a baby she is…I’m telling you you can’t just leave her alone for the day…You need to be there for her…Take care of her…”

Philip laughed at that remark and shook his head, only for Merle to be rather solemn as he added, “I don’t think I’ll ever leave her alone…She’s a baby…She needs me…”

As he listened to him, he chuckled along and Merle sighed.

“And now things are getting hard for her…And I have to figure things out to help her…If only you could help me somehow, I promised her to get back with the others, earlier when I found her…”

Taking a sip of his beer, he then let out another sigh, more exasperated than the other one and nervously chuckled at the man, sounding as if he was in disbelief.

“Really, at this point i’m just so jealous of my brother…”

Philip frowned at those words and taking a sip of his beer, Merle shrugged and let out nonchalantly, “Her boyfriend…That lucky bastard…”

At those words, Philip eyes widened in shock, not knowing what to say or think, having thought that he had been spilling his feelings this whole time for a woman that was his.


Request:  Dunk Daryl non-con

Relationship: Daryl x Reader

Warnings:  THIS IS A NON-CON/RAPE STORY. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.  (It reminds me of a date rape, so please beware if that is a trigger).  Sex, dirty talk, some angst

A/N: I have not written for Daryl since February, so I may be a little rusty.

Words:  2800

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Originally posted by painfulblisss

His grip on your arm was tight enough to leave a bruise.  You twisted away and he squeezed down harder as the two of you walked up the steps to the place you called home.  Once you were inside he let you go with a shove into the living room.

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“After She Ran” Part 3 of Series

Words: 1,829

Warnings: Swearing, death, angst

Links to Part One and Part Two

Summary: The story of how everyone felt after your death.

A/N: I know it seems like I posted this story in a really odd way. But personally, I feel like it reads better this way. If I had posted it in chronological order I don’t think the story would have been as good, or as exciting. BUT, S/O to the anon who requested this! :)

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Rick had a hard time doing it.

They had been walking in the woods, him, Daryl, and Glenn, when they saw her. She was still wearing the same clothes as she had been the day of her birthday, but it wasn’t her anymore. She was dead, she was a walker. Daryl started crying immediately, and he couldn’t do it. He was so choked up on his tears, hyperventilating, that he couldn’t even look at her. He couldn’t bring himself to kill his daughter. Sure, it wasn’t her anymore, but that didn’t stop Daryl from feeling any differently.

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Glenn couldn’t do it, either. He just kept uttering “oh my god” over and over again, unable to look at Y/N in the face. He didn’t talk to her often when she was alive, mostly just about patrol or small talk if they were having a conversation, but it still hurt him to see her like this. They had already lost so many people, and they had finally thought that things would be good now that they were in Alexandria.

Glenn looked at Rick, who was just standing there. He was staring at her right in the face, but not moving to grab his weapons. He was transfixed, unable to move, unable to believe what he was seeing. Rick didn’t like Y/N, and that was no secret to anyone. He thought she was irresponsible and a troublemaker. But this? He never wanted this. He wouldn’t ever wish this on anybody. Y/N was just a kid, she didn’t deserve this, no matter how much trouble she caused.

“Get Daryl outta here.” Rick had said to Glenn. Glenn tried to pull Daryl away, who was screaming and trying to get out of his grasp, and the weakness of Daryl’s body at that moment was enough for Glenn to get him away.

Daryl could barely walk, blinded from his tears and his ears filled with screams he didn’t recognize were his own. But, Glenn handled it. Glenn knew that Daryl’s pain was more than his would ever be for her, and he needed to pull it together. He needed to be there for Daryl.

“She was pregnant,” Daryl managed to get out once they were almost back to the gates of Alexandria. Glenn didn’t know how to react, except for just hugging the man. He could feel his own tears building up, but he pushed them away, reminding himself that he needed to be strong.

Rick didn’t want to shoot her. His hand was shaking as he pulled out his gun, mind racing. All he could think about was Daryl and Carl. He knew that the worst reaction this would get was from Daryl, since she was his daughter, but he could handle seeing him like that. But Carl? Rick didn’t want to have to see Carl’s reaction. He knew that he had lost so many people already, that Rick didn’t think that he himself could handle Carl losing another one. Especially someone that he was in love with, no matter how much Rick had tried to keep them apart. Carl was in love with her.

He shut his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

Rick was walking through the gate when Michonne came up to him, wondering what was wrong. She had seen Daryl and Glenn come through earlier, Daryl acting like a maniac, but nobody told her anything.

“What’s going on?” She questioned Rick.

“Y/N didn’t make it.” Is all that Rick managed to get out. Michonne just nodded, but was quite upset on the inside. Just like Rick, she hurt for Carl, knowing what this would do him.

The look on Carl’s face when Rick came home that day, with his blood stained shirt and a hurt look on his eyes, was the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

“Dad?” He had ran up to him, setting Judith down on the floor. “Is she… Was she… Why is there blood on your shirt?”

“She’s gone.” Rick said.

Carl could feel his heart physically breaking. He dropped to the floor, tears falling down his face as he mourned the loss of Y/N. The loss of his child. Carl had felt heartbreak before, with his mother and Sophia, but this? This seemed ten times worse than any pain he had felt in his life. He loved you so much, and that baby that you were carrying in your stomach.

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“I’m sorry, son. I’m so, so sorry.”

“You hated her! You don’t get to say sorry!” Carl yelled at his dad, making Judith start to cry.

“I didn’t hate her.” Rick said softly, feeling immense sadness at seeing his son’s loss.

“I could’ve done something, I could’ve kept her from running, if you didn’t set that stupid ass rule that we couldn’t see each other. Did you know she was pregnant? Huh?” Carl shot. Rick’s face fell, and he took a seat on a chair to keep from passing out. “Yeah, you didn’t. Well, she was. I was going to be a dad. You were gonna be a grandpa. Fucking congrats.”

Rick wanted to cry, knowing that Carl had not only lost one person, but two. His face seemed frozen in shock, unable to find anything to say back.

“This is all your fault, you know. It’s your fault that she’s dead! Yours and Daryl’s!” He yelled, getting up and stomping out to the door. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he didn’t care. At the moment, he didn’t care about anything. “I’m going on a walk. I’ll see you later.”

Carl ran outside, kicking the grass, yelling. He paced up and down the street, spotting Glenn and Maggie talking in front of Daryl’s house.

Maggie looked at Carl, sadness growing in her heart for him. She knew of Y/N’s relationship with Carl, and knew that it was pretty serious. When Glenn had come to find her when he got back with tears in his eyes, she knew immediately what happened. Glenn didn’t even need to tell her.

Like Glenn, she and Y/N didn’t talk often, but she considered her to be like her little sister. Y/N had grown up around her ever since the farm, and was Beth’s best friend.

Maggie didn’t think that learning of her death would affect her, but it did. Especially when Glenn mentioned to her that she was pregnant.

“Did anyone know?” Maggie asked, not quite crying but tears forming in her eyes.

Glenn shook his head. “Not anyone besides Carl and Daryl, no. I don’t even think Rick knew.”

“Rick was so unnecessarily mean to her, I don’t blame her or Carl for not telling him.” Maggie let a tear fall. Glenn brought her in for a hug, comforting his wife. “She was just a kid, Glenn.”

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“I know, Maggie. I know.” He rested his chin on her head.

“What’s going on?” Carol walked up to them. She had noticed some of the group, particularly Daryl, being quite upset and he refused to talk to her. Carol had an idea of what happened, but refused to believe it until someone confirmed it.

“Y/N, she um…” Glenn started. “She was a walker when we found her.”

“Oh my god,” Carol gasped, flashbacks of Sophia running through her brain. “Is Daryl ok?”

“He’s taking it pretty bad.”

“Oh god…” Carol put her hand to her forehead.

“Rick put her down. Made me take Daryl back. He’s in his house right now, wanted to be left alone. He might be open to seeing you, though.”

Carol nodded, and went inside the house. She could hear glass breaking upstairs and what sounded like his fist hitting the wall repeatedly.

Carol ran upstairs, seeing Daryl in the doorway of Y/N’s room, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. There was broken glass inside of Daryl’s room, and a hole though the wall in the hallway, presumably where he had punched it.

“Daryl…” She went up to him.

“I threw her necklace out the window. Guess she won’t need it anymore, huh?” He was drunk. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” She said softly, walking closer to him.

“She’s dead, Carol. She’s dead.” He started crying again, and Carol wrapped her arms around him. He cried onto her shoulder.

“I’m here for you, Daryl. I’m here.”

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It had been a few weeks since Y/N’s death. Most of the group were moving on, but Carl and Daryl were still having a hard time processing it. Daryl had been pretending to be ok on the outside, but on the inside, he was destroyed. He cried himself to sleep every night.

Carl wouldn’t talk to anyone. Not even Rick. He stayed quiet, hurting. Rick was worried about him, but tried to give him his space as well.

“We need to do something. He’s not taking this well at all.” Carol had gone up to Rick one day as he was patrolling.

“Just let him grieve. It’s normal.”

“I think we should do something for him, to show him we’re all here for him. Him and Carl.”

“What do you propose we do?”


Daryl got back to his house later than usual that night. He’d been out killing walkers all day; his favorite past time lately. It was a way to get his anger out.

He was exhausted as he walked onto his front porch, setting his crossbow on by the door before he walked in.

“What the hell?” He mumbled as he walked in and everyone was sitting in his living area.

“We have food! And dessert.” Maggie was the first one to say something.

“What’re you guys doin’ here?” He huffed, taking off his shoes.

“Daryl,” Rick started. “We just wanted to all let you know that we are here with you. We’re here. You’re not doing this alone. We’ll all miss her.”

“You didn’t have to do this.” Daryl said quietly.

The night was good- everyone tried to forget the recent events and just tried to be happy. Daryl managed to crack a smile at one point in the night. Carl did, too.

“You’re my brother.” Rick had come up to Daryl at some point again during the night, this time away from the crowd. “You’re my family. Everyone here, this whole group- we’re family. And we love you.”

And in that moment, Daryl knew that he would overcome this, that he would be ok eventually.

Originally posted by rickslilasskicker

a/n: this was the last of the series! hope you liked it :)

Painkillers & Gin

Hi guys! This is my first TWD story, I hope you like it.

**Pairing: Simon (Saviors) x fem. Reader **

Contains smut 

Drinking was one of the few things which stopped you from being depressed. Since you were a member of the saviors you drank more than ever before in your whole life. Negan wanted you to be one of his wives, but you rejected him every time until he just gave up. You hated him, just like you hated everyone else here. The closest thing you had to a friend here was Laura and you spent some time with Arat too, although she was a little bit too harsh in your opinion.

You stood outside of Sanctuary doing your guard duty. It was a hot summer day and you could imagine one thousand things you would prefer to do now. However, sleeping with Negan was none of them. You would rather kill a dozen walkers all alone instead of spending just one night with this man. The sun burned your skin as you looked out for walkers and living people. It was exhausting to stand the whole day, especially with a heavy gun in your hands. You tried to massage your shoulder and your neck, but it was just too painful to do it yourself.

“Need help?”, you could hear someone saying behind you. You turned around and saw a dark haired man with a mustache standing directly behind you. Simon. One of the few men you liked here. 

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I’m rereading The Foxhole Court right now, and I just have to stop every now and then to think about how much stuff I already know and how it is affecting everything. Everything in these books! It just makes me want to wrap each and every Fox in blankets, give them ice-cream and make sure they are all safe. And this is just in the first few chapters because these damn kids give me so many FEELINGS that I did not need but have now because Nora is an amazing writer and makes the characters too precious and needing protection.

Someone send me help. Or them help. Or just take my reading rights away so I don’t get sad over the Palmetto State Foxes and their lives.

I think I like you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 65 - A good team

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When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…


[A trip down to the dining hall together reveals just what a good team Negan and Blake really do make…]

“An’ that is how I managed to bag my one hundredth fucking rotter kill,” Negan said cockily, as both he and Blake strolled hand-in-hand into the large open-plan canteen area. “Not bad for a week after the shit-hit-the-fuckin’-fan, huh?”

The place was busy this evening, with a large line of people all queued up, as well as many people moving here and there weaving in and out of the long tables.

Blake rolled her eyes, nudging him.

“What? Are you expecting me to fan myself or something?” she said with a loud tut. “We’ve all killed walkers, Negan. It’s just that some of us are less vocal about it than others.”

She allowed her hand to slip from his easily, flashing him teasing smile before strolling off ahead of him.

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Anon wanted to smack everyone’s butts, (From this ask)


Allen: …Mmm, trying to tell me something? *winks*  <3

Kallen: Eeep! Why did you do that?!!

(Allen also has the Ghibli hair floof when startled or any other extreme emotion)

A Whole New World

Characters: Dean, sister!reader, Sam, Castiel, Rick, Daryl, Carl, Negan

Warnings: swearing, angst

Word count: 4414

Summary: When there is a big fight amongst the Angels, Castiel zaps you and your brothers away from your world and in to a new one. While you’re here, you discover that this isn’t the world you once knew, and it is taken over by zombies.

A/N: I’ve been writing this crossover of twd and spn for a while but I was never really sure where to go with it so I hope the ending turns out ok

You awoke with the harsh feeling of stones and sticks pressing into your skin. The strong smell of dirt and leaves filled the air. As you opened your eyes you noticed you were laying in a forest. The blur of the trees quickly became clear and you shot right up. Your first instinct was to look around for your brothers, you noticed they were in close distance of you. They were both still passed out on the ground. Cas had zapped your here to get you away from what was happening with the Angels, he didn’t tell you where he was zapping you to. The last thing he said was, “take care of yourselves, I’ll bring you back as soon as I can.”

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