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Daryl Dixon of AMC's The Walking Dead.

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givingxorders said:
"Look at your face!"

SEND ME “LOOK AT YOUR FACE!” AND I’LL POST A REACTION FOR MY CHARACTER REACTING TO YOURS…

  • Totaling their car.

It takes a moment for the ringing in his head to become loud enough to bring him out of unconsciousness; blood covering half of his face and his broken arm just singing away with pain. The fracture is bad; bone is trying to jut out of the skin near his wrist and he hisses with just how sore his neck is from the seatbelt. He’d give the other man credit for bitching at him about wearing it despite the apocalypse. Daryl had figured it was just something else Gareth wanted to argue abo—

Gareth.

It hurts when he turns his head to the side, hurts when dead hands bang on his window and the hood that is partially wrapped around a tree. They hadn’t been going fast but there was no way the little Neon was going anywhere else.

"Ga—" Wincing, he reaches his non-broken arm to check for a pulse first and foremost, even if it is hard to hear over his own heartbeat slamming in his ears. When the other man’s neck offers a soft tapping in return, he exhales with relief. "Gareth. Wake —-" There are several walkers around the car, brought forth by the noise and probably the smell of their fresh, spilled blood. "Wake up…"

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
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♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
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♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
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♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
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nobodiesgovernor said:
[ slaps face with miley chicken ] daryl sTAHP

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packxmaster said:
"Look at your face!"
SEND ME “LOOK AT YOUR FACE!” AND I’LL POST A REACTION FOR MY CHARACTER REACTING TO YOURS…
  • Pushing them into the pool.

The deck was a mess due to about two years of being left to the elements —- but they had all whistled and joked about how fucking nice it was compared to other places they had stayed. A real rich family had owned the place once upon a time, and the pool outback had been… really nice. Better than anything Daryl had seen, growing up. Outside of television, anyway. He’d even muttered it as he and Joe walked around, peering into the greenish water that couldn’t have been more than three feet deep.

When Joe suddenly laughs and pushes him, Daryl is scarlet when he surfaces; boots slipping on the layer of slime on the bottom of the liner and resulting in the archer catching himself on his knees before he is up again and trying to grab one of the older man’s legs.

"Y’sonofabitch—!!" Hands grip on the dock and he boosts himself up and out as he scurries back away from the water. "Fuckin—shutup. Stop laughin’!" He looked like a drowned rat with leaves in his hair and clothes all stuck to him. 

COLD. WINTER. HEARTS.

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builtforthisworld:

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The more Daryl talks, the more Shane’s grin fades until it disappears completely when his lips press together in a tight line. At once, he’s grateful that Dixon was the one to let go of his hand; that way, when Shane takes a small step back to look at him, it feels less like he’s pulling away first. 

"Are you kidding me?” There’s nothing to be done about the small hitch in his voice. Daryl may not be looking at him, but Shane tilts his head, lowers it until he can look the other man in the face. “You saw what happened with Lori and them, didn’t you? I bitched and complained—.” And broke down once, but he’ll never talk about that again as long as he lives. “—to you all winter. And you think I want somethin’ like that back? That I want one of those women out there pawin’ at me all goddamn day, expectin’ me to be a daddy to one of their kids? That what you mean by family?” 

He’s being cruel, unnecessarily so, but that is the last possible thing he wants now. Without Daryl holding on, anchoring him physically the way he has in other ways all winter, Shane is free to run both hands back over his head. He wants to pace, needs to use all the space in the alley, even starts to take a step away to do it. But Daryl looks so damn dejected that instead of moving away, Shane steps back in close again. “I don’t- I don’t know what this thing is we got, alright? I don’t fuckin’ know what to call it. I ain’t thought about it once the whole time. Don’t matter. I just want you. Ain’t that enough?”

Just thinking about caring for another family again has rattled Shane so badly that he’s slipped, lost a little of that easy calm that had started to come over him their first few nights in Woodbury. Daryl has him hooked, line and sinker, even without definition or complete comprehension of how one person could become so important. But Shane doesn’t have it in him to care for another family the way he did Rick’s. Never again.

Daryl has been by Shane’s side, has studied him, and gotten to know him well enough to sense when one of his teachings are coming. The way the other man’s voice cracks isn’t some kind of warning that he’s about to blow — to be illogical or something of a jackass like he had thought before. Shane’s about to be honest with him. Level with him. Shane is about to treat him like a god damn equal and it is never something Daryl is prepared for despite how he steels himself for the onslaught of emotions and truths Shane holds. He knows that Lori had broken the man’s heart. He knows that losing Carl, a boy he was willing to father like his own flesh and blood, had been like losing a part of him. Shane had shared a lot over the winter, he had found words when they were laying close or out pacing the woods … but Daryl…

Daryl was still catching up. This conversation (not argument, Shane has taught him; arguments involve raised voices and hurtful stupid words they didn’t have time for anymore) was a step in the right direction. Daryl had voiced a concern early on and that gave Shane a chance to snuff it out before it ate away at his hunter —- before anymore self-doubt or frustration could put some kind of wedge between them. When Shane moves back towards him, his heart skips a beat and does that annoying flutter and he knows why — knows that he’d been worried that opening his mouth would end them in some way. Either by giving Shane the chance to run off to greener pastures or to offend him so much he was willing to risk it on his own.

But Shane is close again and his lips fight tugging into a really small, almost bashful smile. They hadn’t put this shit into words but hearing Shane say he wanted him — just him, no matter what the label it came with…

Daryl knows there is no point in back-peddling. In apologizing; he did what needed to be done. He spoke up. An entire winter of Shane in his face, telling him to man up and speak his fucking mind had worked up to this. Once it started happening, they never went over it. Never dwelled — as if Shane didn’t ever want him to feel guilty for a job well done. Instead they learned from it. Grew from it. Eventually they ran out of things to yell at each other, ran out of stupid shit to scream… and after doing some circles they learned and got on the right track. That is what Daryl wants to do. 

When Shane asks if it’s enough, his head jerks in a nod and his hands come up to find wrists again. No point in retracing where they had been. Daryl asked, Shane answered. It was forward from here and Daryl went with his gut as always. The words bubble out before he can stop them, before he has time to think of consequences or labels or anything else. They just fall out, rushed with Daryl staring at one of the buttons on Shane’s shirt, still in a habit of expecting some kind of fallout for his every action.

M’inlovewithyou.”

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[ upon realizing i have only had pop rock and red bull to eat today. ]

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Send “Will you be quiet now?” For my muses reactions to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them

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