kelly supremacy

The only reaction

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Daryl was used to quiet nights even before the world ended. Spending most of his life out in the wild, he was accustomed nights falling asleep to the sound of crickets in the wind and nothing else.

Somehow, the silence within the walls of Alexandria felt completely different. There was no comfort in the quiet here, no peace and sense of home, not for Daryl, at least, not most of the time.

He sits on the porch steps, staring down at a clean, concrete street. Not like the ones beyond the walls with overgrown grass beginning to crowd their edges, these were well kept front yards of a suburbia straight out of Daryl Dixon’s nightmares. At night, this place genuinely felt like a horror movie, ominously dark except for the lights still on behind the windows of a few houses, while the occupants of the rest had already settled in for the night, unburdened by the world they barely acknowledged had ended around them. The stark contrast of the mud and blood that caked Daryl’s clothes and skin would be the only tell to anyone here that this place was isolated, safe. He stuck out just as much as he always felt he had in the old world and he hated it.

The front door behind Daryl opens and closes gently, but he doesnt turn to face the sound, the presence joining him is expected. You lower yourself down on the porch steps beside him, wearing a pair of pyjamas that looked so soft in the corner of Daryl’s eye, and he could see you had one blanket wrapped around your shoulders with another one neatly folded in your arms. Leaning to the side, you bump your shoulder with his.

“Hey.”

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trigger warning: subtle references to domestic violence, but no graphic descriptions of those scenarios

“Hey there sweet girl, been lookin’ for you!”

A smile is on your face before you’ve even turned to see who’s talking, and you dont get the chance to, because he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Looking up at him, your smile widens into a grin, the two of you laughing as he lifts you from the ground and spins you around. When he puts you back down, the sound of the gate opening pulls both of your gazes to the entrance of Alexandria, and all emotion drains from your face. You make the weakest effort to leave his embrace and he releases you, you take a few steps forward, tears filling your eyes that you desperately blink away. The second your vision clears, you’re shaking your head and backing away, until you fall to the ground.

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With a clearing of his throat, Daryl lowers himself to the step you have claimed as your own, the porch to the insanely oversized house looming behind you, an eerie reminder of a world and a life that has forever been out of reach and undesirable to you. He cleared his throat because he could tell when he escaped the cruel confines of the house that you were deep in thought, even though all he could see from there was the back of you. Not wanting to send you flying off the edge of the knife blade you are constantly teetering on these days, Daryl made his presence known before descending to sit beside you. A courtesy he wouldnt offer many, a gesture of kindness and care that was too obvious, too noticeable for his liking; it would usually make him break out in a blush that he’d rather die than have to deal with. But for you, he’ll risk far more than someone seeing him blush.

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It wasnt like he never thought about you. In fact, you were his default thought whenever things got tough. During nights spent tossing and turning, unable to sleep, he’d be able to remember every detail of how it felt to fall asleep with his head on your chest and your arms around him. The sound of your heartbeat, it reminded him of his purpose, his reason for existing, or so he thought. Sometimes, on nights when he really couldnt sleep, Daryl would remember what your kisses felt like, and the immediate relief that flooded him at the mere thought was the perfect antidote to insomnia. Before the world ended, when Merle would disappear for days on end on a drug binge, the only thing able to calm Daryl Dixon would be the thought of you. If he drank enough moonshine, he wouldnt have to close his eyes to see your smile, it’d be right there. Maybe you’d be sitting on a chair, or on the floor, or leaning against the wall, it didnt matter where he saw you, your smile would always be the same, and it would always provide the necessary anaesthetic to rest his uneasy mind.

“You aint shit to her, just a stepping stone to somethin’ better, someone who’s worth a damn!”

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The front door to the apartment slammed against the wall as you stormed in and immediately threw your back against the door to close it again.

“Daryl, we’ve got to go. Now.”

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It was such a cliché, right from the get go. Your personalities clashed like sunshine and rain, completely juxtaposing each other in a way that never should’ve made anything, but every single time, it created something beautiful. Not always a rainbow, because rainbows can be enjoyed by everyone, and sometimes moments between you werent meant for anyone except the two of you. It was just a perfect storm and the two of you smiling in the middle of it, while everyone else carried on existing without even acknowledging the way time stopped, because it hadnt for them.

Sometimes, things were a little too literal. Like the time Daryl spotted you lying down in the middle of the streets of Alexandria outside of his house, during a rainstorm. You were just lying in the street, letting the rain pour down on you. Daryl stepped out of his house, keeping himself shielded from the outpour by staying on the porch as he yelled out to you.

“Have ya lost yer damn mind!?! The hell you doin’?”

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Something feels off. You cant quite place it, or maybe you can and you just dont want to. After all, there’s only one thing, or rather one person, who can bring about a sixth sense within you like this.

Sighing to yourself, you open your eyes and stand from your bunk, your much needed sleep after a full night on watch being placed on an all too familiar back burner. Ironically enough, the reason for so many previously neglected nights of sleep is the exact same one as your present inability to sleep. You descend the metal staircase of cellblock C with heavy, but alert eyes, scanning the ground level until you find Rick. Judging by the frown on his face, your instincts were unfortunately correct. At the sight of you approaching, Rick sighs in predetermined defeat, already knowing what you’re going to ask.

“Merle took Michonne.” Is all Rick says, and everything clicks into place.

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With a heavy sigh, you fall to the grass beside Maggie, who chuckles at your over dramatic display of exhaustion as she tends to the various crops in the patches of earth around you both, checking which are ready to harvest and making a mental note of the ones that may need a few more days. Keeping your eyes closed to shield you from the sun that beats down on you from above, you pant and spread your limbs out like a starfish.

“Long day?” She asks you sarcastically, knowing as well as you do that it’s barely even midday.

“The longest…of all time!” Your chest heaves with your words.

A/N: now I want you all to form an orderly queue at my ask box to give me your stunned reactions to me not being dead 😌

With a heavy sigh, you fall to the grass beside Maggie, who chuckles at your over dramatic display of exhaustion as she tends to the various crops in the patches of earth around you both, checking which are ready to harvest and making a mental note of the ones that may need a few more days. Keeping your eyes closed to shield you from the sun that beats down on you from above, you pant and spread your limbs out like a starfish.

“Long day?” She asks you sarcastically, knowing as well as you do that it’s barely even midday.

“The longest…of all time!” Your chest heaves with your words.

Hearing a child’s voice in the distance, your eyes snap open and you flop over onto your front, trying to hide in the grass.

“Dont give me away!” You hiss at Maggie, who follows your gaze to the prison doors, seeing the small band of children dispersing, and laughs.

“Hide an’ seek again?” She guesses, and you nod.

“This is round 46, and I am going to beat those little shits this ti-“ Your words get caught in your own throat, “-Oh god!”

Maggie frowns at you, then looks back to the prison and all but throws her head back she’s laughing so hard.

The beloved little angels that you’ve been spending your days entertaining have sought the help of the best tracker the prison knows in order to determine your whereabouts. Now, perhaps, if Daryl were busy, or didnt know you, or was an asshole, he would shrug the kids off and tell them to go and play somewhere else. Unfortunately for you, none of those things happen to be true today, and you watch in absolute horror as Daryl crouches down to the kids level, pretending to forge a trail out of nothing on the ground below, knowing you couldnt have possibly left any shoe prints on the concrete courtyard. He points his index finger down at the ground, trying to show the kids the invisible trail and pointing to where it leads, his finger ending up pointing directly to the spot beside Maggie, at the other end of the prison field, where you are lamely hiding.

OH MY GOODDDDD I JUST SAW THIS RN IN MY MENTIONS AND GODDAMN IF I DIDNT MISS THIS STINKY CROSSBOW WIELDING MF 😭😭

THE PAUSE AT THE SPELLING OF BEAUTIFUL OH HES!?!?!?!?!?!? HELLO?? hes so RIGHT change the spelling RN its officially beutiful now!! DARYL DIXON BABYGIRL AWARD!!

literally we need to get rid of the stigma of questioning once and for all.

call yourself gay. call yourself ace. call yourself a lesbian today and a nonbinary bi trans man tomorrow. its fine. literally no community has ever been harmed by someone thinking that label might apply to them and then discarding it later. anyone who says otherwise is drinking the exclusionary kool-aid and isn’t worth the time it would take to argue with them.

also: it’s okay to identify as cis after having spent time identifying as trans. you weren’t “wrong” or “brainwashed” for identifying as trans, and you aren’t “betraying” or “infiltrating” if you feel better identifying as cis. feelings change. minds change. you don’t owe anyone your identity and you don’t have to stay in a place where you aren’t happy or comfortable. i refuse to use the word “detransition” because discovering the self you love, while not always a linear process, is an ongoing one

wholesome dad Rick and RJ and Judith decorating the tree :)

Hey it’s ace week and you’re local ace has something to say! I’ve been out as ace for 3 years now and it’s still a big part of my identity that I’m proud of so here’s a lil something for those who need it!

Kabul has fallen, Afghanistan is almost completely under Taliban rule now, and President Ashraf Ghani, has fled. I wasn't alive during the Vietnam war, but having seen the images of Saigon at the end of it, it's impossible not to think of them when seeing the footage of Chinooks airlifting US embassy workers to Kabul airport. l cannot tell you how surreal it is to be watching the news from neighboring Pakistan, sitting next to my grandfather who has been alive for every change of government since the Brits left after the war.

History repeats and repeats and repeats, nobody learns a damn thing, and innocent civilians are the ones that suffer.

250 000 Afghans have left their homes. Many more are going to do so. And that's just the ones who flee. Those who don't will live under a conservative rule that is going to commit crimes against humanity on a daily basis, that is going to ruin the lives of generations to come.

The worst part is, I don't know what else there is to be done at this point. I can only pray that my country will accommodate the incoming refugees, though I fear they won't.

All I ask is that international community keep Afghanistan in their thoughts, and that everyone raises their voice against what is happening, both in terms of what the Taliban is doing, and how the actions of foreign powers led us to this point. The US, the UK, Pakistan, are all at fault, and must be held accountable

y/n: you need to be nicer

daryl: i am nice

y/n: you threatened to stab negan

daryl: and I think giving him a warning was pretty nice of me.