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welcome ! I'm Leo (he/him) & I'm 23 years old. this blog is mutuals only, 18+ & highly selective. I prefer writing with canon muses from the Walking Dead universe or muses from other fandoms/OCs with a TWD verse.

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the thing is, I'm back. but not here.

I love what I had here and Daryl still has all my heart but my muse for writing him just isn't there anymore so it's time to move on.

        after everything that happened at the Sanctuary Beth is probably right. he does need all the sleep he can get — god knows how long they had him locked up in that cell. the darkness inside made him lose all sense of time, Daryl can't even tell himself. if he weren't so upset right now, he'd probably be falling asleep already. but the bad conscience is still there, the knowledge that a friend, a family member, died at his hands. the thought of it just won't leave his head, like a curse the words just keep on repeating over and over again. even has he leans back in his seat and closes his eyes ; the demons inside his brain seem to start screaming at him.

        it's an embarrassing thing to admit but there is no way Daryl could find sleep like this. if only he had something else to keep his mind busy, distracted — that's when his cheeks start reddening at another idea that suddenly comes to his mind. ❝ sing for me? ❞, he asks, and if it weren't for his lack of sleep he would never have spoken this out loud. but back at the cabin, when it had been just the two of them, he had fallen asleep to her lovely voice. it was most natural, so soothing, it might be just what he needs right now. ❝ er — if you wanna ❞, he clarifies right away, blushing so hard his ears begin to burn. ❝ I always kinda' liked that. ❞ he looks over at Beth from the corner of his eyes, waits for her reaction. he shouldn't be so nervous about it but for some reason, he is.

        despite her wanting to be tough, Nikola's tears don't make her any less of a strong woman. she most certainly is one of the strongest people he ever met. emotionally and physically she's capable of so much more than one might guess at first sight. if only she understood that her emotions aren't a sign of weakness — every now and then it all becomes too much, too overwhelming, and suddenly there's an eruption far too powerful to hold back. Daryl knows that much. fuck it, he's close to tears himself just by seeing her like this. if only she understood she doesn't have to hide from him.

        she's not mad at him. that's the only information his brain is actually able to process out of all of these words she's saying. it's everything that matters to him, knowing that she does not hold a grudge against him — he hopes that the bond they formed is still the same. it needs to be, if they want to repeat this (maybe in a slightly different way with a very different outcome) they have to trust each other one hundred percent.

        but ever since they met their bond has been a very special one. ever since Daryl found her, out there on her own, there's this urge to take care of her, to make sure she's okay in this life he dragged her into. back then she may have needed him in order to survive, but now he needs her in his very own way, too. the light that surrounds her is something that makes him want to keep going at times he'd rather give up otherwise. there's a glimpse of hope that it feels the same, or at least similar, to her; that he's able to make her want to keep pushing.

        ❝ 's soon as that's healed up, we gonna start practice again. if you wanna. ❞ after watching her skills improve for months, he is pretty damn sure Rapunzel is capable of doing anything she wants to. any goal she wants to reach — she'll reach it. her growth hasn't stopped just yet.

thank you so much! ❤️

reading bad fanfics inspires me. that being said:

Daryl 👏🏼 is 👏🏼 a 👏🏼 master 👏🏼 of 👏🏼 consent 👏🏼

        the things Merle says are not surprising but they hurt nonetheless. Daryl tries not to show it, but he squints his eyes at the pain behind his ribcage, like someone just punched him in the chest. of course his brother is feeling lonely, but the way all of these words suddenly seem to pour out of him is the evidence of how intense these feelings must be. a stuttered sigh escapes Daryl's lips as he puts some words together in his head, but ends up being silent instead. what is he supposed to say? all he wants for his brother is to be happy.

      ❝ sorry yer' feelin' that way ❞, he mutters quietly. of course Merle told him it's fine but at the very same time it isn't ; sure, Daryl isn't going to stop doing his thing. but there has to be a way for the both of them to find their peace in Alexandria. the place is beyond perfect, yet he can't deny that both of the Dixon brothers don't exactly fit in in the way that everyone else. but these walls offer them safety and that is what obviously matters the most. how can they possibly change the situation? Daryl just can't leave to go do his duties everyday whilst knowing his brother is deeply unhappy.