Barbed wire (Negan-TWD)
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Huling na-publish Thu, Nov 11, 2021
A monster stood between two headlights, smoke clouded his torso and wrapped around his legs like snakes from hell. His devilish grin set upon my gaze. I looked to my left, then to my right at each and every broken and torchered face that looked on at the wolf stood before us. My eyes soon found the bloodied pulp that spread down the gravel.
"fuck you" I snarled before flicking my eyes back up at him. He took a moment before dancing forward with a gleem in his eye and a smirk on his lips.
"what was that Darlin'" he whispered as he gripped my face with fingers of steel through his gloved hand...
"fuck...you" i retorted. He tutted slowly before pushing my head to the side and looking across my jaw.
"shame, such a fine creature like you ended up turning rabid with feral creatures such as these" he pointed across to Rick's bloodied and sweat ridden face with the barbed wired bat that he so keenly brought back to his shoulder. I snatched myself from his grip and spat at his shoes.
"take her" he scowled. Within seconds I felt rough hands grab at my arms and thrust me to the gravel and dirt below.
"I said take her. Not break her" he bellowed before kneeling down beside me, "that last part is my job" he grinned...
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||ððð -- "I'll be yours forever. Just tell me when to start." ðð«ððŠð§ðð¬ð¢ð (n.) - ðð©ðŠ ð³ðŠð¢ððªð»ð¢ðµðªð°ð¯ ð°ð§ ð£ðŠðªð¯ðš ð£ð°ð³ð¯ ðªð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðžð³ð°ð¯ðš ðµðªð®ðŠ ð±ðŠð³ðªð°ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðžðªðŽð©ðªð¯ðš ðµð° ððªð·ðŠ ðªð¯ ð¢ð¯ð°ðµð©ðŠð³ïŒ ê§â©ê§ ððððð« ðð¡ð ð°ðšð«ð¥ð ðððð¢ððð ððš ððšð¥ð¥ðð©ð¬ð ðšð§ ð¢ðð¬ðð¥ð, ðððð¥ð¥ð ðð«ð¢ðŠðð¬ ðð¢ð ð§ðšðð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð®ð ð°ð¢ð¬ð¡ ððšð« ð¡ðð« ð¬ðšð«ð«ðšð°ðð®ð¥ ð¥ð¢ðð ððš ðð§ð. ð ðšð« ðð¡ð ð§ð¢ð ð¡ððŠðð«ð ðð¡ðð ð¬ð¡ð ð°ðð¬ ð¥ð¢ð¯ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ ððš ðð§ð. ð ð§ð¢ð ð¡ððŠðð«ð ðð¡ðð ð¬ð¡ð ððšð®ð¥ðð§'ð ð°ðð€ð ð®ð© ðð«ðšðŠ. ðð¡ð ðð«ððððð ð°ðð€ð¢ð§ð ð®ð© ðð¯ðð«ð² ðŠðšð«ð§ð¢ð§ð , ð¢ð§ððš ð ð§ðð° ððð² ðð¢ð¥ð¥ðð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ðšð«ð«ðšð«, ð¡ð®ð§ð ðð« ðð§ð ðððð«. ðð©ðð§ðð¢ð§ð ð¬ð¥ððð©ð¥ðð¬ð¬ ð§ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬, ð¬ððð«ð¢ð§ð ð®ð© ð¢ð§ððš ðð¡ð ððð§ðð¬ ððð¢ð¥ð¢ð§ð . ðð®ð ððððð« ðŠðððð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ð¬ðð«ðð§ð ð, ð®ð§ð€ð§ðšð°ð§ ððšð² ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ððšð«ðð¬ð, ðððð¥ð¥ð ðð«ð¢ðŠðð¬ ð«ððð¥ð¢ð³ðð ðð¡ðð ð¡ð ððšð² ððð¥ð ðð¡ð ðšð©ð©
cold hands â carl grimes
-Ë.ââ± ÝË â áŽÊáŽÊᎠáŽÊᎠáŽáŽáŽáŽÊ áŽáŽÊáŽê± áŽÉŽ áŽáŽ áŽÊÊáŽÊɪɎɢ ɪ ÊáŽáŽ ᎠÊáŽáŽ áŽáŽ â ðªð¯ ðžð©ðªð€ð© ð¢ ð£ð°ðº ð³ð¢ðªðŽðŠð¥ ð°ð¯ ð®ðŠð³ð€ðº ð®ðŠðŠðµðŽ ð¢ ðšðªð³ð ðžð¢ð·ðŠð³ðªð¯ðš ð£ðŠðµðžðŠðŠð¯ ðŽðŠðŠð¬ðªð¯ðš ðŽð¢ðð·ð¢ðµðªð°ð¯, ð°ð³ ððŠðµðµðªð¯ðš ð©ðŠð³ðŽðŠðð§ ð£ð¶ð³ð¯ ÊáŽáŽáŽ ɪ [ ê±áŽáŽÊáŽÉªÉŽÉ¢ ê±áŽáŽê±áŽÉŽ: ê°áŽáŽÊ] áŽáŽÊÊ É¢ÊɪáŽáŽê± x ê°áŽáŽ!áŽáŽ © ᎠáŽáŽÊÊÊᎠáŽáŽáŽÊáŽáŽ âââââââââââââââââ #1 ɪɎ áŽáŽ¡áŽ - 3/27/21 #1 ɪɎ ᎢáŽáŽÊɪáŽê± - 7/30/21 #1 ɪɎ áŽÊáŽáŽ¡áŽÊáŽÉªÉŽÉ¢áŽ áŽáŽáŽ ê°áŽÉŽê°ÉªáŽáŽÉªáŽÉŽ - 9/11/21 #1 ɪɎ áŽáŽÊÊÉ¢ÊɪáŽáŽê±ê°áŽÉŽê°ÉªáŽáŽÉªáŽÉŽ - 2/10/22 #1 ɪɎ áŽÊáŽÉŽáŽ ÊáŽÊÊÉªÉ¢É¢ê± - 6/19/22 #1 ɪɎ áŽÊáŽáŽ¡áŽÊáŽÉªÉŽÉ¢áŽ áŽáŽáŽ - 7/6/22 âââââââââââââââââKumpleto
ððð ððð ðððð. á¶áµÊ³Ë¡ áµÊ³â±áµáµË¢
ðð ððððð â ðððŸð ðº ðððððœðŸðœ ð»ðð ðð ð»ðððð ðð ðððð ð¿ðºðððŸð'ð ð¿ðºðð, ððð ð¿ðððœ ððððððŸð ð¿ ð»ðŸðŒððððð ð¿ðððŸððœð ðððð ðððŸ ð»ðð-ð»ðð ðºð ððð ð»ððð ðððð ðð ðœðŸð ðºððœ ðŒð ðððŸð, ððððŸððððð ðð ðððð ððŸð ðºðððððððð ðŒððºðððŸð ðŸðððððŸð ð.
ðððððððð ðð ððð ððððð , ð. ð¢ððŸððð
ðððððððð ðð ððð ððððð »The forest never gave back what it took, until the night it gave us her.« -When the outbreak began, Mahayla survived with her family, moving like shadows through the ruins of the world. They were tough, resourceful, and for a time they thrived. But survival never came without a cost. A horde ripped her family away in one brutal night, leaving Mahayla with nothing but the weapons in her hands and the will to keep breathing. Alone, she hardened fast. Trust became a luxury, kindness a weakness. She learned to fight, to kill, to take what she needed without hesitation, alone. By the time Rick's group found her, she didn't beg for help, she didn't even want it. She followed them at a distance, wary and silent, blade always within reach. It wasn't loyalty that made her stay with them, but the simple fact that strength attracts strength. When they reached Alexandria, Mahayla crossed the gates with the same cold stare she had carried since the night her world burned. She wasn't looking for family or friends, she'd buried those with her past. But in this new place, with these battle-worn survivors, she found something she hadn't had in a long time: a chance to fight for more than just herself, and a spark with a boy in a sheriff's hat. Carl Grimes x fem!oc ©yabasiceleanor 2025 Started 8/23/2025 Ended N/A ©All rights reserved
living among the dead (rewritten)
ðšABANDONEDðš "You met Liam.." Carl said, almost sounding worried, as we walked home. Rick, Michonne, and Judith stayed. Carl decided to go back with me when I said I was tired. "Yeah, he's nice, why?" I asked. "I.." Carl started, "I saw you guys talking." "You jealous?" I asked half joking. Liam was starting to mess me up. "He thought we were dating actually, made me tell him how we met." "I'm not jealous." Carl made sure to point out. "Just be careful around him." -living among the dead, chapter twoKumpleto
Daryl Dixon and the new girl
Y/N had never stayed in one place for long, Her life after the world fell apart had been a constant cycle of survival-keep moving, stay quiet, trust no one. But arriving in Alexandria was different. It was a chance to stop running, to rebuild some semblance of a life, even if the walls felt too pristine, too safe. She didn't expect to catch the attention of Daryl Dixon-the man who seemed just as wary of newcomers as she was of this place. He was rough around the edges, with sharp eyes that missed nothing and a quiet intensity that made people tread carefully around him. At first, their interactions were brief-gruff nods, silent observations. But there was something about Y/N, something in the way she carried herself, that made him pause. She wasn't like the others. She didn't try too hard to fit in, didn't sugarcoat the realities of the world outside these walls. Daryl saw the way she scanned the exits, how she positioned herself in a room to always have a quick way out. He understood it-hell, he lived it. Maybe that was why he found himself drawn to her, watching over her in ways she didn't even realize. And maybe, just maybe, Y/N wasn't as alone as she thought she was anymore
Broken Soul {A Walking Dead Fanfic} â¢Carl Grimes⢠#TWD
I gasped staring wide eye at Carl as he pressed my body against the kitchen counter. He trapped me in his arms and his cold blue eyes stared into my grey ones. He seemed angry and-confused? He cursed under his breath and he pressed his face to the space of my neck. He clenched his hands into fists and hit the counter in fusteration. I whinched and I felt afraid of what he might do next. "What are you doing to me?" He growled and I stiffened from his words. "W-what?" My voice wobbled as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. He pulled his face away from my neck and his face was then really close to mine. His nose brushed mine and my heart kicked into overdrive. His left hand touched my cheek as his thumb stroked my lower lip. His cheeks flushed and some how I became relaxed. "You're driving me crazy.." My eyes widened in shock. Wait what?! Next thing I know his lips met mine and sparks began to fly. "Be mine..be mine forever-Lena Lockwood.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THIS IS A FAN FICTION!!! ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!! ((the producers, directors, writers of the walking dead)) I OWN NOTHING!! EXPECT FOR LENA AND HER GROUP, PLUS THE PLOT!! SOME SCENES WILL BE REFERENCED FROM THE SHOW THE WALKING DEAD! â¢no hating â¢no copying â¢be nice â¢please don't criticize my work â¢just have fun and enjoy! {please ignore any grammar mistakes..ill try and edit and make sure there is no spelling mistakes} â¢updates may be slow or some updates may be short depending on my creativity⢠THANKS!!!! ?Created on: Monday October 2nd 2017? ?Completed on: Friday December 15 2017?Kumpleto
all the lovely bad ones â± carl grimes
"ðð¡ð ð°ðšð«ð¥ð ð°ðð¬ ðšð§ ðð¢ð«ð ðð§ð ð§ðš ðšð§ð ððšð®ð¥ð ð¬ðð¯ð ðŠð ðð®ð ð²ðšð®" ðð© ð©ðð ðð£ð ð€ð ðð¡ð¡ ð©ððð£ððš, ðµð©ðŠ ðŽð®ð°ð¬ðªð¯ðš ð³ðŠð®ð¢ðªð¯ðŽ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ðµð© ð¢ð³ðŠ ðªð¯ð©ð¢ð£ðªðµðŠð¥ ð£ðº ð¢ ðŽðµð¢ð³ð³ðº ðŠðºðŠð¥ ð£ð°ðº ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¢ ð³ðŠðŽðŠð¯ðµð§ð¶ð ðšðªð³ð ðžð©ð° ðµðŠð¢ð³ ðµð©ð³ð°ð¶ðšð© ðµð©ðŠ ð¥ðŠðŽð°ðð¢ðµðŠ ðð¢ð¯ð¥ðŽð€ð¢ð±ðŠ ð¢ðŽ ðµð©ð°ð¶ðšð© ðµð©ðŠðº ð®ðªðšð©ðµ ð±ðð¢ðº ð€ð¢ðµ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð®ð°ð¶ðŽðŠ ð¶ð¯ðµðªð ð§ð°ð³ðŠð·ðŠð³ ð§ð¢ðððŽ ð¢ð±ð¢ð³ðµ. â± {ððð«ð¥ ð ð«ð¢ðŠðð¬ ð± ðððŠ!ðšð} - ðšð¡ð€ð¬ððªð§ð£ © ÉŽáŽáŽ áŽÊáŽÊáŽáŽÊ spanish, portuguese, and french translations availableKumpleto
Bandwagon of Death || Daryl Dixon x OFC
ðð® ðð²ðð·'ðœ ð·ð®ð®ð ðªð·ððžð·ð® ð«ðŸðœ ð±ð²ð¶ðŒð®ðµð¯. ð£ð±ð®ð· ð±ð® ð¯ðžðŸð·ð ð±ð®ð». àªâ⎠She let her clothes be thrown in a way for me to follow her trail. I picked up every article of clothing as I heard the water streaming from behind the curtains. Folding her clothes near where she kept her shoes, I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower with her. My hands wrapped around her waist, as I stuck my face in the crook of her neck. I started to do a trail of kisses up to the back of the ear. The tension on her shoulders started to break slowly as I kissed each inch of her skin. I'd been so worried about how she is mentally doing since the death of Lori. She hadn't processed much after the little nugget was birthed. She jumped into action immediately after, coming with me to get formula, and didn't stop until we got back to our mattress. She didn't sleep much, and I followed her out as she let out what she had been holding all day. I also have been holding back something for the past couple of weeks. And I want to be able to tell her, but with everything going on, I'm not sure when it's the appropriate time. Hell, the words have never been formed in my mouth. Not even with my brother. So instead of talking verbally, I let myself speak physically. Her body turned to me, giving me a heated kiss. When I pushed her to the wall of the bathroom, it was game over for both of us. - - - The Walking Dead AU Daryl Dixon x OFC ð.ð.ð. ðð¡ð ððð¥ð€ð¢ð§ð ðððð ð ðð§ðð¢ð (ððšðšð€ ð)
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