#ourdyingwords

Send💃 to pull my muse into a slow dance in the living room. - add + reverse for my muse to pull yours into a slow dance. - @ourdyingwords || @hawkinshellraiser || @autopsified

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Sophia hadn't heard music in so long that when Luke and Alden started to play, she was immediately on her feet. She could tell that the others were as excited as she was because entertainment was few and far between. Her lips curled into a smile. She didn't recognize the song they were singing, but she thought that maybe it could become her favorite. It was soft and slow, and it made her happy to see other couples start to dance with one another.

She looked around for Carl, wanting to share this experience with him. He wouldn't have heard music in as long as she hadn't, and it was a moment they could share and make memories with. Spotting the familiar hat slightly above the crowd, she made her way toward him. Her blue eyes twinkling as she reached for his hand once she reached him. "Dance with me."

She saw that he was hesitant, but when he didn't protest, she gripped his hand tighter and found a space for them to dance together among the other couples. She looked around, not knowing how this worked, and copied what she saw the others doing. Her arms went around his neck and his hands were resting on her waist. She smiled softly at him.

💞 that’s amore !! a collection of valentine’s day symbols. it’s a mix of sfw and nsfw. for multis, please include who you’re sending them to/from. feel free to reverse roles. - @ourdyingwords || @hawkinshellraiser

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😏 to see my muse undressed

When the storm hit, Shane had the presence of mind to remember the cabin he'd found a few weeks back. He remembered it had a couple of weather-worn blankets in an old trunk in one of the bedrooms. That would be perfect for them to wrap themselves in while they waited for their clothes to dry by the fire.

He'd ducked into the bedroom first to check for walkers and to make strip off. He thought he'd made it clear what he'd be doing but when he heard the sound of the matches falling all over the floor behind him, he realized that she'd been caught off guard.

He turned, completely naked and found Connie bent down, eyes averted as she tried to blindly pick up all the matches that she'd dropped. He quickly grabbed the smallest blanket and wrapped it around his waist before bending down to help her. "Sorry 'bout that. Thought you understood that I was gonna….well, get naked."

❥ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format ! tw for violence, blood, mature themes. send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to … ( add ❝ reverse ❞ if you’d like to see how my muse would preform the action ! ) - @ourdyingwords

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[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

Daryl had been uncomfortable when Connie first asked him to teach her how to better fight in hand-to-hand combat. His biggest fear was that he'd hurt her physically without meaning to. So it had taken a lot of asking and almost begging on her part to get him to agree. He'd insisted that it be somewhere quiet without an audience. He was on edge enough without having to worry about someone else seeing them spar and thinking that he was hurting her.

And that's what lead to them to where they were currently. He was impressed with how much she already knew and had been about to tell her as much when she swept her foot against his left leg and knocked him off balance and then managed to use the momentum to roll him across the ground.

He looked up at her as she straddled him and then pinned his hands above his head. He smirked, knowing full well that she knew just how good she was. It had to be a set up to get him alone like this. "Think you're funny, do ya?" He struggled against her hands, loosening her grip on him as he pushed himself up on his elbows before sitting up fully. He kept her astraddle of him as his hands came between them.

From @ourdyingwords (@hawkinshellraiser) "cant sleep" for daryl -@ourdyingwords connie

A good night’s sleep had rarely been in the cards for Daryl, even before the world went to shit. He was even more restless when he was stuck in the confines of this new arrangement with the Commonwealth. He felt like he was going to get into trouble, but still went out at night when he couldn’t stand being stuck inside to at least wonder the streets and look at the sky.

He hadn’t expected Connie to be out. When he found her sitting outside and she signed to him, he murmured a hesitant, ❝Nah❞ before he caught himself. Daryl shook his head. He tried to offer a hollow smile, but he figured that Connie knew him better than that. She was observant and always pretty spot on with him.