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anonymous asked:

OMG can you please write about Caryl taking care of Judith and Daryl shyly hints of wanting a child of his own

(In a world where Carol and Daryl are together) 

“Ya know it’s ‘bout time ya got off yer ass ‘n’ started pullin’ yer weight ‘round here.”

Carol snorted a laugh from where she was curled up in an arm chair, lolling her head against her hand that was propped up on her elbow.

Any stranger looking in on the scene might’ve just thought this was a happy couple playing with their giggling daughter. 

Daryl sat cross legged on the floor, holding a babbling Judith in his hands, bouncing her on the balls of her feet as he tried to make her stand. Judith giggled in defiance, curling her legs up in the air so Daryl had to support her weight. 

“Quit wigglin’ asskicker, ” he smirked, lifting her easily over his head, tilting her left and right as her chubby hands reached out for his face. Her small hands managed to grasp at a tuft of his hair tugging on it hard.

“Ow! Ya lil shit,” Daryl hissed through a chuckle, plonking her back down in his lap.

“Language,” Carol warned lightly with a quirk of her brow. 

Daryl childishly poked his tongue out at her, smiling when Judith screeched in laughter, clapping her hands together as she demanded Daryl’s attention. 

“Daa da,” Judith cooed, cupping Daryl’s face with one of her hands.

Carol’s heart just about melted at the exchange, Judith crawling up on her knees to cuddle into his chest, Daryl cradling the back of her head.

“Da-ryl,” he corrected, resting his cheek against the crown of her head.

“Daaa da,” Judith gurgled sleepily, reaching for his fingers of his free hand, her stubby fingers clutching at his second finger as she began to drift off.

“Ain’t no one’s dada, kid,” he murmured, his eyes flickering up to find Carol already watching him, the orange glow from the lit fire illuminating her face. “Weren’t meant for me I spose.”

“That something you think about, having kids?”

Daryl shrugged, the last thing he wanted to do was upset her.

“You can be honest with me Daryl.” Carol could read him like a book, knowing exactly where his mind went to. 

Daryl sighed rocking the sleeping toddler gently against his chest. “Thought ‘bout it a couple times, wanted ta prove I could be a better daddy then mine…probably wouldn’t do much better though. Wouldn’t never lay a hand on ma kid, but doubt I got what it takes.” 

“Daryl you’d make the most amazing father, look how good you are with Judith.” Carol’s heart swelled at just the thought of Daryl holding their own little girl…thoughts drifting to if Daryl had been Sophia’s daddy, how different things would’ve been. She internally shook her head, no point dwelling on what ifs. Nothing could be changed now. 

But just the prospect of having a child, a child with the man she loved, the man she knew would protect her and their child no matter what…well just that had her yearning to start a family with him. 

Nothing would ever replace her baby girl, her baby girl who left a gaping hole in her heart the day she stumbled out of that barn. But Carol had found there was still room in her heart, there had been room for Daryl and there’d be room for their own little bundle of joy if it was meant to be.

 “Different though, ain’t the one doin’ the night feed, ain’t the one changin’ her diapers or holdin’ her when she’s sick.” 

“But I know you’re more than capable of all of that,” Carol assured, “know you’d be the one who’d get up in the morning, just so I could get a couple hours more sleep; know you’d hold my hand the whole time through labour, even after the circulation cut off; know that any child would be lucky to call you their daddy, because you’re the best man I’ve ever known Daryl Dixon and you’d make the best father too.”

Daryl ducked his head a little, blushing at Carol’s genuine compliments. 

“Ya want that though? Have another baby?” He chose his words cautiously, the fear of sad her making his heart pound within the confinements of his chest.

Daryl was relieved when he saw Carol give him a wide smile, her eyes glancing between him and Judith.

“With you Daryl? Yes.”

8

The rise and fall of a champion.

Idk if someones done this before i just thought about it

and then made this

inspired a lot by that miku one.

8

She is who she is, and she is unapologetic. When you’re around her, you feel an honesty that brings out the honesty in you. She has an old soul. To this day, she still seems a little more worldly and intelligent than most people in the room. She’s very spontaneous, and she can make something fun out of nothing. Anything that seems interesting or adventurous, she’ll go for it — and her willingness breeds a kind of allegiance. Before you know it, you’re having a good time when you didn’t even know you could.

Ultimate Santa Fe
Dan Deluca

Santa Fe (Musical Prologue)+Santa Fe (Movie Version)+ Santa Fe(Musical Version)+ a transition lyric by  Harvey Fierstein (I think that’s who Dan said) preformed at the 2015 PMT Gala.

Lyrics: Block quote is prologue, strike through is the transition, italicized is the movie, regular type is both & bold is the musical

They say folks is dyin’ to get here.
Me, I’m dyin’ to get away,
to a little town out west
that’s spankin’ new.
And while I ain’t never been there,
I can see it clear as day

And it’s like I’m on my way there when I do

When I dream on my own

I’m alone but I ain’t lonely

For a dreamer nights the only time of day

When the city’s finally sleeping And the moon looks old and grey

And I’m on the train that’s bound for Santa Fe

And I’m free like the wind

Like I’m gonna live forever

It’s a feeling time can never take away

All I need’s a few more dollars

And I’m outta here to stay

Dreams comes true, yea they do

In Santa Fe

Where does it say you gotta live and die here

Where does it say a guy can’t catch a break

Why should you only take what your given

Why should you spend your whole life livin’

Trapped where there ain’t no future even at 17

Breaking your back for someone else’s sake

If the life don’t seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene

Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between

Santa Fe, my old friend.
I can’t spend my whole life dreaming.
Though I know thats all I seem inclined to do.
I ain’t getting any younger.
And I wanna start brand new.
I need space.
not just air


Let ‘em laugh in my face. I don’t care.
Save my place. I’ll be there.

Just be real is all I’m asking.
Not some painting in my head.
Cause I’m dead if I can’t count on you today.
I got nothing if I ain’t got Santa Fe.

Why Not Me

James Potter x Reader

A/n: Probably gonna do a part 2 if you guys want one because I feel like I could keep going with this. Warnings: some swearing, a little angst. Words: 2155

 You had known James Potter since you were three years old. You lived in the house next to his and you two had grown up together. After being best friends with someone for 13 years obviously you get attached, and it’s natural to be protective of them. That’s how you were justifying you’re feelings at this point, but it wasn’t working out too well. It wasn’t painfully obvious that you felt more then friendship towards James, everyone knew you two were close so no one suspected a thing. Especially not James, he was too head over heels for Lily Evans. Lately he hasn’t played you a lick of attention, he was too busy trying to catch hers. It’s not that you didn’t like Lily in fact you two were very close friends, you just envied her. You envied how easily she captured his attention and had him wrapped around her finger with a few simple words. It was just so frus-”Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Your other best friend Victoria was frantically waving her hands in front of your face standing in front of where you were previously spaced out sitting at a library table.  “Yes” you replied in a monotone voice, still in a daze from your little disconnection from reality and a little thrown off  by your thought path. “What are you doing I’ve been looking for you forever!” she shrieked. “Why what’s wrong?” I asked. “No. You’ve just been missing for hours and everyone was getting worried. It’s almost curfew and no one had seen you since last class. Did you skip dinner? Have you been here the whole time? I swear I checked here at least five times.” She bombarded you with a tsunami of words. “Wait is it really that late I didn’t even realize” I said as I rushed to pack up all my books and parchment. Had I really been zoned out for that long? “Well hurry up I don’t wanna be caught out past curfew I already have detention for what feels like the rest of my life” she overdramatized. “Okay, okay I’m going as fast as I can” I said as we made our way through the halls back to the commun room.

When we entered I felt nauseas at the sight of Lily and James basically snogging each others faces off on one of the sofas. Victoria saw you quickly look away and whispered in your ear “Just ignore them.” Linking your arms together and ushering you to your dorm. Your other roommates were all sitting around in the room doing their own little things. “Finally you found her!” exclaimed Abbey. “Wait honey what’s wrong?” asked Cara as she looked up form her book seeing your solem expression. “Ah it’s not because of that Potter boy again is it? You just need to get over him,” stated Abbey matter offactly. You didn’t even respond, instead just flopping down on your bed. “Look Y/n it’s gonna get better you’ll get over him,” said Victoria sitting down next to you. “How am I supposed to get over my best friend, I’ve known him for so long?” I asked “Well first you’ll realize that he’s a bloody bloke if he decided to choose her over you. Then you’ll find a new boy and you won’t even give Potter a single thought.” Abbey said as if she just solved a difficult math question. “It’s not that easy Abbey” victoria chastised her. “No she might be somewhat right. What if you found another boy to get over James, like a rebound?” Cara offered. “Is it really a rebound if we were never together?” I asked still replaying the scene from the common room over in my head. How happy they looked together. “It’s the principal that counts” Cara said. “Yeah that’s a great idea! It doesn’t have to mean anything. You can find a boy Saturday at the party after the quidditch game’” Abbey was way too fond of this plan. “I don’t know guys, I don’t even think i’ll go to the quidditch game” I said sitting up. “Now that’s just ridiculous of course you’re going to the qudiditch game and for once I actually agree with Abbey.” Victoria said “Well thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me,” Abbey mocked hurt.


It was Saturday night and the Hufflepuff team were down by so many points that they couldn’t even win if they caught the Golden Snitch. Of course it was James who was scoring all the points as he was ‘the best chaser in Hogwarts history’ as he liked to refer to himself. There he goes scoring yet again as the seekers continued to chase the golden snitch around the pitch. It wasn’t long before Gryffindor caught the golden snitch and the crowd went absolutely ballistic. James being the cocky bastard he was did a victory lap around the stands winking at me as he flew by. Everyone started making their way off the stands and towards the players to congratulate them. It seemed like Lily was the first one down, throwing herself into his arms like you used to when he still paid his “best friend” a care in the world. Using that term loosely now considering he hasn’t given me more then a handful of acknowledgments since him and Lily stated their little love affair.

Meanwhile I was still sitting on the bleachers next to Remus, the rest of our friend had been lost in the crowd. “So I assume you’re going to the party?” he inquired. “I don’t really know yet I’m not in a party mood tonight,” I replied in a slight daze, James and Lilys display having thrown me off. “That’s exactly how I feel but Sirius would have my head if I don’t attend the ‘most legendary party ever’ as he’s been calling it” he said. We both laughed lightly because only Sirius could make such a big deal of one of the hundreds of partys thrown every year. “Well I suppose if you’re going it wouldn’t hurt to give you some company” I said with a slight smile somewhat distracted from my previously gloomy thoughts.

We walked together, in no rush, back to the Gryffindor common room. By the time we got there the party was already in full swing and it seemed that Sirius was already wasted as he stumbled up to the two of you “What a surprise my two favorite people,” we said while balancing his entire body weight on Remus, leaning against him with an arm swung over his shoulder. “Where’ve you two been? James was asking ‘bout ya” he slurred his word together at the end making his words barley eligible. “Why was he looking for me?” remus asked confused. “Not you Moony the pretty one” Sirius said grabbing a lock of your hair twirling it around his finger and winking at you before he went prancing off sloppily to some other people. “We should probably try to slow his drinking,” you said. “There’s no point trying, you take a cup of fire whiskey out of his hands and the second you turn around he’s got two more.” He joked even though we both knew it was true. Shouldn’t you go talk to James anyway, find out what he wanted?” He more so pointed out then actually asking. Just then as you looked across the room you spotted him a cup of alcohol in is hand and Lily perched on his lap. Averting your gaze “I think I’ll enjoy your company much more.” you said and he gave you a goofy grin.

As the night went on you and Remus had found a couch that wasn’t occupied by drunk couples trying to get it on. You were slightly intoxicated, that’s putting it lightly. Your friends kept popping up to have a quick chat and handing you different concoctions every couple minutes. Remus on the other hand was sober as could be, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying the beautiful giggling girl hanging off his arm and practically sitting in his lap going off about how her little brother once brought a niffler home and tried to keep it as a pet. His cheeks blazing at the extremely close proximity. You hadn’t even noticed how close you were to him, not really being aware of anything all your senses were slowed and your brain was fuzzy just saying anything that came to mind. “We should go for a walk” you said giggling again even though you hadn’t said anything funny “It’s getting really stuffy in here I need some air” Grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit before receiving a reply. You two were in the hallway in no time, you prancing around and Remus trying to keep up. “It’s still so hot out here,” you exclaimed cursing your clothes. You ripped your sweater off and threw it away, Remus scrambling to pick it up while you keep gallivanting away. “Woah Y/n maybe you should slow down” You stopped abruptly and turned on your heels grinning wildly as he skidded to a stop right in front of you. Your breath fanning across his chest before you looked up to his eyes “Thank you Rem, you’re a real great guy” looping your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the little wisps of hair at his nape. “Why are you thanking me I haven’t done anything” he stuttered out, trying desperately to not stare at your chest that was pressed against his “Oh but you’ve done so much for me” you said barley above a whisper but it was loud and clear to him. His heart racing a mile a minute as you leant closerand closer until your lips met.

You tasted of fire whiskey and sweetness. He placed his hands on your hips as you kept tugging on his hair. Neither of you hearing the loud steps comig your way. Your reaction was slow when Remus was so quiqly pulled away from you and pushed against the wall by a fuming James Potter. “What do you think you’re doing mate.” He yelled at Remus. “Woah Prongs calm down” Remus tried to defuse the situation but if anything he just made James more livid. You still drunk off your ass decided it would be a good idea to jump on his back to try and stop him “Rem run i’ll hold him off,” you said in a panicy tone “and see ya tomorrow save me a muffin at breakfast” you giggiled totally forgetting how paniced you were a moment ago. Remus jogged off down the hallway you still on James’ back.

“What the bloody hell do you think you were doing with Remus of all people” James pried you off his back so he could face you “What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned giggling because of James furrowed eyebrows. “You two were just snogging in the hallway, you can’t just going around doing that Y/n” he elaborated still so very angry. “Why not you and Lily do it all the time? Why am I nto allowed to do it” you started getting upset, all the suppressed emotions rising up in a fury. James soffened as soon as he saw you getting upset “look Y/n I’m-” he tried apologising but you interrupted him “No James tell me why can’t I be happy? You think you can just leave me and i’ll stop everything I’m doing until you come back? No James I’m done. I am so over always being second to that Lily Evans.” You were now yelling hysterically, tears streaming down your face, completely inconsolable. James was shocked into silence not knowing how to respond to your outburst. “Why not me? Why wasn’t I good enough? I loved you so damn much and you picked her. You chased after her all these years while I was here the whole time. Then as soon as she acknowledges your existence I’m completely throw aside, I get replaced by some stuck up red head who ignored you for years!” It was all coming out now, your body racked with sobs. James pulled you into to his chest ignoring your attemps to push him away just holding you close whispering “I’m so sorry” and “I didn’t know” over and over like a broken record. “Do you know how much it hurts? I loved you. I love you, and you don’t even care about me, all you care about is her.”

That’s how the remaider of your night went. Not really coming to a resolution, just letting it all out as James held you, and when you finally fell asleep he carried you back to your dorm placing you in bed. This was a conversation for tomorrow, when you were sober, right now you just needed to sleep. To live in your dreams and shut out reality.

Sometimes Salty Tears End in Sweet Kisses~Raph(2014/16) x Chubby Female Reader

One shot: Yes

Request: Yes

Do you think you could do a Raph x Chubby reader? Reader being insecure about her weight and being near Raph (or with him) can sometimes make her feel crappy about her body since she thinks a guy like him would much rather have a beautiful barbie doll type girl? Maybe with her having a rough past (being bullied in all of middle school and such?) Thanks!!

Requester: Anon

Turtle version: Tmnt 2014/2016

Word count: 817

I love writing this stuff soooo much! I’m a big girl myself, and I just love the idea of making others like myself happy through my writing!

Originally posted by alphabetbet


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