Guys.
Alexandrian era, with Reader being apart of or being in a solo traveling band. Trading songs and tales for a night under a roof. Madelyn Mei type songs. Yaelklore type songs. Yk yk???
BARD READER :0
Imagine you're out with Daryl needing some food and you come across a real nice river and you go 'I know how to fish!!' And instead of actual fishing like with a rod or whatever you use you straight up just jump in the river and grab them. It's efficient somehow but he just stares at you like
This is your signal to let yourself write the deranged, uncomfortable, disgusting fiction that you've been thinking about.
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
For the two people who voted lol <3 [warning- horrible quality]
And ofc my favorite
This but with a reader who didn't really celebrate birthdays/has bad experiences from past ones.
When the guys all come together with a surprise birthday for them and reader just stands there all ??? Why? They don't see the point of celebrating their own birthday, it's nothing special. Are they avoiding it because of the memories? Hell yes. Are the guys going to still throw them a birthday? Also hell yes.
Just imagine an emotionally abused reader (in the past) and its their Birthday
The 141 comes home late and with all the travelling they totally forgot the date
Reader just marinating in their thoughts and wracking their thoughts if they did something wrong
Could be fluff could be angst could be platonic could be romantic could be poly
Been on my mind for a while- sorry for not posting in FOREVER π
But short drabble bc
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The wind brushed against the fading green leaves, the trees lining a pathway deeper and deeper into the ever-growing scaping of plants and herbs and every so often a walker or more. The mindless chatter between you and Daryl dealt with everything and nothing, the conversation as flexible as the river that rushed so.
"Nah, that wouldn't work," Daryl huffed, his crossbow thrown over his shoulder and watching you a few paces ahead of him.
"You don't know!" You smile cheekily back at him, your arms out as you balance on the railroad, cracked and rusted from disuse, with small weeds growing inbetween the cracks and over it. "We could at least tr- oh, fuck-!" You startle, missing your footing and almost falling if not for Daryl quickly appearing by your side.
"You okay? Wha's wrong-" he looks down to see what could've startled you, falling quiet.
There, in the overgrown grass, simply grazing in all it's glory- a box turtle, eating a rather large beetle it found on the ground.
Daryl looked back at you, your shoulders square and a step behind the other man, watching the creature intently as if it insulted you personally. You saw the archer's lips twitch, likely biting back a small smile.
"...you jokin'?" His gruff voice finally rises, shifting the crossbow on his shoulder.
You bristled lightly. Who was he to judge? "Hey, turtles are freaky, okay? I'd rather not get biten from it, thanks." Maybe it was kinda irrational, but really, people downplayed turtles. They could be hella fast. And the way they bit? Mm, thanks, but no.
He gives a low chuckle that he fails to pass off as a cough, crouching down and carefuly tracing the yellow-black pattern of its shell as if to prove to you it was a harmless creature.
"Never thought I'd see you scared'a somethin' like a turtle," he teases, picking up the turtle. It immediately retreats to its shell on the touch, though its' sharp red eyes peek out from the pocket of where its' head is.
"Dixon, I swear-"
"Relax, 'm not gonna throw it at'chu," he rolls his eyes, looking at the boxed animal a moment longer before setting it back down. "Probably."
Had this idea for a while now-
Reader joining the group in season 1 or 2, and yeah everything's okay and stuff but they like. Do not trust Rick. At all. Not because he's a bad person or anything personal, but he's a cop. And they carry really bad experiences with officers/enforcers of law. And Daryl just gets that, yk. Trauma bond n stuff. Like maybe they have a shared experience trying to call the cops for help but it only made their situation worse.
Fuck it we ball [I don't wanna keep rewriting it 9373838 times so I'll just edit it while it's up]
you're JOKING I accidentally just deleted the masterlist I was working on forever now ππππππ
I'm obsessed rn so yall have to suffer with me-
I think it'd be pretty funny with a bilingual reader in the once piece crew like sanji, but instead of a romantic language, it's one that sounds real harsh [totally not projecting german rn]. They're saying something that's actually pretty sweet, but nobody can tell. Assuming they're being cussed out because of how aggressive the language sounds.
I *swear* I've been writing, I'm just... (looks at my overflowing unfinished works) ...getting distracted