⤐ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. "I need you to listen to me. When we're out there together, if I say run, run. If I tell you to leave me, then damn it, you leave and you don't look back." "Daryl," she sighed softly, shaking her head. "No, I mean it," he argued, encircling her wrist and jostling her a bit, begging her to listen. "I can't lose you. Not like that, not ever." His words were like lava bubbling in his throat, everything he had fought so hard to conceal was quickly rising to the surface. Fuck it. Any fear of rejection was overpowered by his need to make her understand. It wouldn't change how he felt, or the fact that he'd take on a thousand walkers if it kept her safe for even one more millisecond. "I need you around, Ace." "Always." ------------------------------ *I do not own any characters, scenes, or scripts from The Walking Dead. Any resemblance to other people that my original characters have is completely coincidental.*

Imagines for the only redneck we love, Daryl Dixon ╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ WARNING BEFORE READING PLS READ! This book contains mature topics! I will try to put a warning before each imagine containing any sensitive content, read at your own risk! Do not report if triggered please, just remove book and continue with another. Thank you! Have fun ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ please do not copy my work<3 comment any ideas and vote!

mostly daryl dixon one-shots & series. a few fics for mr. ricky dicky doo da grimes thrown in there too. requests are: open much more active on tumblr: weretheones

Maggie Greene feels all alone in the world. Her mom (and her mom's new boyfriend) are very abusive. Maggie only puts up with them to protect her younger sister, Beth. Now it's senior year at Alexandria High and Maggie is about to give up and think that maybe her life will always remain the same. That's until she meets the new boy at school, Glenn Rhee. The pizza delivery boy. She thinks that his life is perfect but as it turns out, Glenn is just as lonely and wanting escape just like her.

*Completed* "Crying doesn't mean you're weak, it just means you've been strong for a bit too long." Things have changed for Glenn ever since he lost his family when the dead started walking. Glenn loves Maggie and wants the best for her, but the fact that he can't forget about his past messes with everything. What will Glenn do to keep the ones that he loves alive. What are his limits? I OWN ALL OF THE IDEAS AND CHARACTERS THAT I CREATE!!

" 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 " - a trixya highschool lesbian au with katya as the stereotypical bad girl and trixie as the innocent good girl

Second in the series from Katya? Following Katya's timeline & story

A Trixya story High school relationships are all fun and games. Partying and living without any commitment to hold you back. The main game that is played is called 'No catching real feelings'. But what happens when someone (or multiple someones)catches feelings while playing the game? Or Trixie is a 10th grader who catches the attention of her brother's 11th grade friend, Katya. Trixie doesn't have a clue what is going on between them. Katya says it is just for fun, that it isn't going to last and that they could stop when one of them got bored, but even she is unsure of that once she spends more time with the living Barbie. She isn't getting bored and neither is Trixie. They both have shovels and they both are digging deeper and deeper. Has Katya bitten off more than she can chew and will Trixie suffer because of it? Based on the song Stacy by Quinn XCII (Completed story)

anxiety /aŋˈzʌɪəti/ noun a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.

Hi. This story is sad. And triggering. I'm not looking to glorify mental illnesses as I myself have many. And I'm not looking to trigger anyone so if you get triggered it's probably best to not read this. If after reading this book anyone needs help for anything you can message my snapchat (which is checked more often and username is in my bio) or message me on here. Please don't suffer in silence. I'm here to talk or just listen. Okay. Yolo. Let's go.