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i do not post here lmao
at most there will be a stray accidental reblog
wakeninaup asked:
idk if you like edits but i saw this and THE START?? MY VISION WENT BLANK AS SOON AS I HEARD IT???? IMMEDIATELY thought to scream at u about it I'm. truly feeling sick.
definetly don't look at the comments specially the "he the type to guide you through it" followed by "yeah, there you go" im typing this from my deathbed bestie I'm not gonna make it
WHAT DID HE SAAAAAY-
that’s wild ajsjshs i cant imagine what context that came up in-
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pinkandbluereplies asked:
i want daryl to patch me up after i get hurt so bad </3 sob him so protective but also grumpy with you for being reckless but also soft ugh
randomoutsiders answered:
puhLEASE. this is a need not a want
“gimme ‘yer hand, girl.” daryl sighs in his descent onto the lawn chair, extending a dirtied, open palm.
you oblige, sniffing with the effort. “please, be gentle.”
“i ain’t gon’ hurt ya’ more than ya’ already fuckin’ hurt yerself.” he grunts, turning the appendage around to get a good look at it. “what got put in that tiny mind of 'yers to be so stupid?”
“i was just tryin’ to open one of those stupid cans, and my hand slipped.”
he glances up at you, eyes clouded with uninterpretable emotion. “knew i shouldn’t of let you run off on your own like that,” he grumbles, pressing his thumb against the slight gash in your forearm.
“ow!” you go to pull away, scowling at the action.
“keep still, y'hear me?” he anchors you back in place. “when i tell you to stay still, you stay still. i went to get you water.”
“i was hungry too.” he releases your hand, to, you presume, get some proper bandages.
“tell me that next time, won’t ya? can’t have you walkin’ around here with a bleeding arm, 'cause 'yer head’s too far gone to fuckin’ think right.”
you nod, rubbing away fallen tears with the back of your unwounded hand. he catches the action, however, before he turns his back, and with another low sigh he’s stalking back.
“just be careful, 'ya hear? i can’ t have you gettin’ hurt 'round here. not now.” he pinches at your chin, forcing your gaze upward.
you sniff once more. “alright.”
i love him 😩
daryl dixon finds himself going soft for you, and it terrifies him.
suddenly he's going out of his way to grab you a very specific brand of chocolate bar because you mentioned they were your favourite in passing the night before.
suddenly he's giving you the bigger piece of food even though he needs it more since you all depend on him to survive. you try to say no, but he scowls at you and orders you to eat.
suddenly he's become the guy he used to laugh at, the guy his brother would mock and beat up just for being a "pussy". kissing his girl on the forehead and letting her braid his hair (it doesn't last long before he undoes them but u appreciate the effort anyway), giving her his extra pair of socks when her feet are cold, and telling her about some of the shit he's been through, his thoughts and fears, shit he never thought he'd share with anyone else.
suddenly he's looking the person he's fucking in the eye, whispering sweet nothings and i love yous right against your lips, letting you take off his shirt and run your fingertips gently over the scarred skin of his back.
and of course he's scared of you dying, but more shockingly, suddenly he's afraid of dying himself. suddenly he has something, someone, worth living for. someone who makes everyday a little bit brighter even when it feels like shit couldn't get worse. suddenly he wants to live, not just survive, and he wants to do it with you.
daryl dixon finds himself going soft for you, and it terrifies him, but it also makes him feel like a very lucky man.
wbofnqoso i’m gonna have a break down sof i actually swear to god
DENISE NOOO
pinkandbluereplies asked:
reader who’s a kind, exhausted girl barely surviving that daryl and aaron find in the woods and bring back to live in alexandria 🥺 him rescuing her 😩
gxtitobxby answered:
plsplspls she’s literally so tired but also so so scared, so when she runs into them she’s just a shaking ball of nerves waving an old baseball bat around, dirt and tears streaking her face :’) and daryl is instantly like “easy. easy, girl” like he’s talking to a fucking horse and he notices her knees are bruised and there’s a cut on her forearm and on her forehead right above her eye and he literally has to talk her down because she’s so spooked :’) “put the bat down, honey” (would he say that? idk but im saying yes because I want it) “we got a camp down that way,” we haves his bow towards it but keeps his eyes on her, “we can patch you up, get some food in you.” soB
SHUT UP THAT’S PERFECT I NEED HIM TO TALK ME DOWN LIKE THAT
Anonymous asked:
maybe rick + daryl dating a crybaby!reader who constantly wants their attention on her and gets upset when it’s not?🤍🤍
pinkandblueblurbs answered:
“Whats'a matter with her?” Daryl asks Rick as he sees your form sitting on the porch, knees to your chest and a pronounced pout on your face. Rick only spares you a glance before going back to what he’s doing
“I had the nerve to get busy with somethin’ that isn’t her,” he says dryly, used to your dramatics by now. Daryl grunts in acknowledgement.
He goes out to join you, standing by the door to light a cigarette, his eyes on you the whole time. You stubbornly ignore his presence, as he’d expected you to.
“Gonna mope a while longer, sweetheart? Cause I can leave ya to it.”
The threat of him leaving gets your gaze snapping to him quickly, a needy quirk in your brow. Still, you don’t drop your pout.
“Barely seen ‘im all day. You either.” You gripe. He huffs, moving to sit next to you on the porch swing as he lets out a lungful of smoke.
“Here now, ain’t I?” You only scowl at him, and his face softens marginally. He lifts the arm closest to you, inviting you to lean into his side with a muttered “c'mere.” You comply, only somewhat begrudgingly.
“Bet Rick’ll give you all the attention y'want tonight to make up for it” Daryl implies, thumb rubbing tender circles on the skin of your shoulder. You hum, smiling faintly.
“He’d better.”
BRIDGERTON APPRECIATION WEEK 2022 · day 1: favorite character
MISS EDWINA SHARMA — (…) That is not to say I do not have a mind of my own. I have found that one may easily remain agreeable when one also has inner resources. I myself am fortunate to have found a love of literature, but also of learning as well. It is why I am quite content in different circumstances. Fulfilled even, in all my varied interests and employments, you see.
