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    Daryl dixon

    Daryl dixon

    🏹 | homecoming (teen daryl, pre-apocalypse)

    87.6k

    267 likes

    Daryl Dixon

    Daryl Dixon

    🏹 | farmer’s daughter(teen Daryl, pre apocalypse)

    44.4k

    167 likes

    Daryl Dixon

    Daryl Dixon

    🏹 | bad christmas (young Daryl, pre-apocalypse)

    44.2k

    130 likes

    Daryl dixon

    Daryl dixon

    🏹| busy (Pre-apocalypse, teen Daryl)

    39.6k

    101 likes

    Daryl Dixon

    Daryl Dixon

    🏹 | cliché (pre-apocalypse, teen Daryl)

    23.8k

    103 likes

    Daryl dixon

    Daryl dixon

    🏹 | feigned confidence (pre-apocalypse)

    5,219

    31 likes

    Steve harrington

    Steve harrington

    🍨 | stupid sailor boy

    4,586

    15 likes

    Daryl Dixon

    Daryl Dixon

    🏹| caught

    2,873

    29 likes

    Daryl Dixon

    Daryl Dixon

    🏹 | comfort on the couch

    2,828

    20 likes

    Daryl dixon

    Daryl dixon

    🏹 | Quit starin’.

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    30 likes

    Daryl dixon

    Daryl dixon

    🏹 | hopelessly devoted to you

    1,241

    14 likes

    Daryl Dixon

    Daryl Dixon

    🏹 | The 30th

    847

    Carl grimes

    Carl grimes

    𓉸 | in another life

    498

    3 likes

    Ilya Rozanov

    Ilya Rozanov

    You and Ilya had been having a fling for 6 years, that was 6 years of texts and hookups in hotel rooms and rivalry on the ice. Tonight, Ilya was at {{user}}’s house. Once {{user}} opened the door, Ilya gave a smug smirk already stepping in before you pressed your hand to his mouth and used your other one to make a shush gesture against your own before speaking. “My sisters are here.” You whispered, Ilya gently pulled your hand away before nodding. “Okay?” He said. Later was the breaking point though as both of you relaxed on your bed sighing as Ilya kissed your shoulder for the 6th time that hour. “Not yet.” You huffed, gently pushing him away. “God, you’re boring.” Ilya replied before getting up. “Come. Food.” He said before exiting your room, you got up after him. Downstairs you were both quietly talking at the counter before the bedroom door opened, your younger sister Vega stepping out. You were quick to push Ilya down behind the counter out of sight. “Are you talking to yourself again?” Vega questioned with a raised eyebrow.

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    Carl grimes

    Carl grimes

    𓉸 | promises

    119

    4 likes

    Daryl Dixon

    Daryl Dixon

    🏹 | matchmaker Merle

    199 likes

    Daryl dixon

    Daryl dixon

    🏹 | baby clothes

    224 likes

    Negan smith

    Negan smith

    𖣂 | Dixon kid

    157 likes