Why Is This So Funny 😂

THIS IS SO FUNNY 😂😂😂😂😂

first time actually drawing axl

Why is this literally me 😂😭

Okay, so I just watched Jon Bon Jovi in "leading man" it was so good😭😭😭😭😭 but now I am in desperate need of some Robin Grange x reader can someone help me😭😭😭😭😭🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

Also does anyone write for Derek (also Jon Bon Jovi) in John Carpenters vampires los Muertos?

nobody has been there for me like the ‘x reader’ tag has been there for me

THIS IS SO FUNNY WHAT THE HECK 😭😭😭😭😭 I'm gonna start saying this😭😭😭😭😭

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

oh.my.gosh. THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD!!!!! I DESPERATELY NEED A UPDATE😭🤌😭🤌😭

Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Daryl Dixon x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 4.06

Hearing footsteps approaching, you pick up your gun that was on the bed beside you, heart beating rapidly in your chest. You try your hardest to listen to what is being said, but there’s still ringing in your ears from the explosions and gunfire.

“Y/n?”

Swiping at your eyes, you try to hide the tears on your face. “Glenn!”

After getting shot, you went back to your old cell to gather supplies. The original escape plan never worked, so you needed to think of a new one quickly. Jace only had a few scratches, so he was mainly okay. When you found him, the car seat he was strapped into was on its side. Thankfully, the plastic at the top shielded his head, so only his arm and leg scraped off the concrete.

It could have been worse.

Beside Jace was the body of a kid, a boy who looked no more than seven with a bullet hole in his chest.

Glenn slides the cell door open; a sheepish brunette stands not far behind him. You didn’t recognize her. “I’m so glad…” Glenn’s eyes widen when he notices the blood on the floor. “Are either of you bitten?”

“No, I got hit in the shoulder. I came back inside to try to try and stop the bleeding, but I needed to make sure there weren’t any walkers before finding something to put over it.

Hearing movement in the cot, Glenn steps over and smiles while looking into it. “Hey Jace, buddy, I’m so glad to see you.”

The brunette stands awkwardly, not knowing where to look.

“What’s your name?”

“Tara.“

Glenn hands her an empty backpack. “Our cell block hasn’t been affected by the blast. There’s a pantry on the first door to the left of the door we came in.”

“Uh, yeah,” she takes the bag and goes to stock up on what little supplies you had.

“How deep is it?”

“The bullet went straight through, and it’s near the top, so I don’t think it hit anything vital.” You whine, trying to readjust your position.

Pulling your top down at the shoulder, Glenn frowns. “I’m going to get a first aid kit, then we need to go; this block will be crawling with walkers soon.”

—

You, Glenn, and Tara made it through the prison yard and onto the main road by the skin of your teeth. The courtyard was scattered with bodies; the only silver lining was most of the walkers being distracted while devouring the corpses.

“Hold him, would ya?” You don’t give Glenn a chance to respond before handing him Jace.

“No problem.”

You scan the area for other survivors. “I need to change this top; it’s drenched in blood.”

Usually you would have felt weird being semi-nude in front of Glenn and a woman you’ve just met, but now wasn’t the time to care. You were all out of breath, but there was no time to spare. You shrug off the jacket and remove the scarf Glenn tied over your shoulder.

“I’ll help you,” Tara turns and meets your eyes. She comes over and helps you remove the t-shirt you had on and tosses it on the ground. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“In my bag.”

Without saying anything else, she goes into the bag and retrieves it. There wasn’t much inside it, a few bandages, plasters, and disinfectant wipes. You take one of the wipes so you could use it to clean Jace’s scratches later. When Tara starts to clean the wound, you bite down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming. The prison was surrounded by woods; it would be near impossible to try and find all your people, but if you screamed, the walkers would definitely find you.

“Did you see if any of our people got out?” Glenn asks.

“All I saw was my sister in that field.”

You all remain silent as she finishes putting the banged on and then helps you into a different T-shirt. You shoved whatever you could into your backpack, mainly formula, but knowing the bloodstained clothes would smell so strongly to the dead, you grabbed the first one you saw, which was a vest that belonged to Daryl.

“She wasn’t supposed to be there,” Tara says as the three of you start to walk uphill. “She had a gun, but they just swarmed her. I did it for him; I trusted him. And then he just killed that old man.”

Glenn spins on his heels, a devastated look on his face. “Hershel? Was his name Hershel?”

Oh shit.

“I forget you weren’t there,” and as soon as his intense gaze locks with yours, the emotion spills over again, and you start to sob. “The governor took Michonne and Hershel. Rick tried to reason with him, but he killed Hershel in front of us; that’s what started all this. I’m so sorry.”

“Brain, that man told us you were bad people. I know it’s not true. I can see it’s not, so what we did, what I did… I mean, I’m a piece of shit. Why would you want my help?” Tara turns and starts walking away.

“Because you’re alive, and like it or not, we need each other.”

“I have to find Maggie.”

Tara faces Glenn, her eyes glistening with tears. “Who’s Maggie?”

“My wife.”

“You guys got separated?”

“I was on the bus, and then I got off to help, and she didn’t see me.”

“How do you know if she made it?”

“Our people are survivors,” you say softly. “We’ve already lost too many people. We need to believe the ones we love are still alive—walkers.”

Glenn hands Jace back to you and starts stabbing the walkers coming out of the tree line in the head. Tara quickly joins him, but you struggle to know what to do. You pick up a branch that’s lying on the side of the road and do your best to whack walkers on the head while struggling to hold your baby.

An army truck drives up along the road and stops inches away from Tara. You drop the branch and pull out your gun; you hadn’t even checked to see if it still had bullets in it. “What do you assholes want?”

Two men and a woman get out of it. A redheaded man chuckles, “You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you. What else have you got?”

—

Your first opinion of the people in the truck was mainly right. Assholes. The redheaded man was called Abraham, and he treated killing walkers like a sport. He was smiling while doing it.

“So what happened to you?” Rosita asks. She was traveling with the two men in the truck, and from what interactions you observed, she was in a relationship with Abraham.

“Our home was attacked. We made it out but lost track of the rest of our people.”

Before she can ask anything else, Glenn suddenly wakes up. He goes to sit up, but you stop him, “Hey, take it easy. You’ve been out for some time.”

Tara hands him a water bottle. “Drink.”

He inhales sharply, “Where are we?”

“I don’t know. Away from the walkers starting to close in on us.” A horde from the prison had started migrating back towards the woods; you had no choice but to go with the strangers you had just met.

He tries to stand up. “Did we pass the bus?”

“Yes, and sit down before you fall out of this truck!”

“What did you see? What did you see?"

You look towards the tree line, not wanting to see how his face would fall. “Everyone on it was dead, but I didn’t see Maggie. Rick, Carl, Daryl, and Sasha… none of them were on the bus.”

You didn’t want to use the phrase ‘our people’ because it would be disrespectful to those that died, but none of the people you considered family was on the bus. You lean back against the metal barrier behind you, holding Jace close to your chest.

“We need to get off.”

“We can’t—“

“We need to get off!”

Glenn was now screaming for them to stop the truck, but all you could think about was keeping Jace safe. You needed to find your brother, nephew, and Daryl, but right now your son came first.

“Unless you want every walker within a mile to hear us, you need to quiet down. I know this is hard, but we need to regroup before doing anything.”

“We should be on this truck; we should be looking for our people!”

“I know, I know,” you struggle to hold back tears. “Believe me, I know how it feels knowing they are out there, but we have no ammo or transport of our own. I need to go with whatever is the safest choice at the moment for Jace.”

“So you’re just giving up?”

“Of course not. That’s my brother, nephew, and… Daryl that’s out there. Not to mention the rest of our friends, but I can’t take my baby into the woods unless I know I can protect him.”

Glenn’s expression softened slightly. “So what’s our plan?”

“Right now we try to rest while on this truck. At some point we will go by somewhere that will have some type of supplies or a vehicle. Once we have that secured, then we go find our people.”

—

Daryl knew he was being too rough on Beth; she was just a teenager. But she was also the only person who had escaped with him; she had been irritating him for days, and now she was the sole target of his outburst. It’s not until Beth stabs the walker he has pinned to a tree Daryl realizes how much of a jackass he is being.

He and Beth had been stuck together since escaping the prison and staying in a small cabin together. Adding in the fact they had been drinking hooch, they were bound to clash at some point.

Beth looks at the walker he had been continuously shooting arrows at. “If anyone found my dad—“

“Don’t,” Daryl snaps. “It’s not even remotely the same.”

“Killing them is not supposed to be fun.”

Her comment fuels his anger; none of this was a game to him. He was trying his damn hardest to keep her alive. Daryl steps closer to her. “What do you want from me, girl?”

“I want you to stop acting like you don’t give a crap about anything. Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It’s bullshit!”

He’s taken aback by the brutality of the statement. Did she really think he didn’t care? That wasn’t true. “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what I know.”

Daryl tries to hide the fear in his voice, but it doesn’t work. He pushes Beth away from him when she reaches for his arm, “You know nothing.”

“I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl. I’m not Michonne. I’m not Carol. I’m not y/n.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m not Maggie. I’ve survived, and you don’t get it because I’m not like you or them. But I made it. And you don’t get to treat me like crap because you’re afraid!”

“I ain’t afraid of nothing,” he says, trying to convince himself more than the young blonde.

Beth’s eyes glisten with tears. “I remember. When y/n and Glenn went on that supply run and didn’t come, Michonne turned up and said they had been taken. I remember how scared you were. You were like me. And now God forbid you let anybody get too close.”

She was wrong again; he let y/n in. She was the only person he wanted close to him.

“Too close, huh? You know all about that. You lost two boyfriends; you can’t even shed a tear. Your whole family’s gone, and all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch.”

“Don’t say that.”

The two of them step even closer, to the point they are yelling in each other's face. “It’s the truth. They are all gone!”

“Screw you,” Beth hisses. “You don’t get it.”

“No, you don’t get it! They're gone. All of them. You ain’t ever going to see Maggie again.”

“Don’t say that; you don’t know that they are dead!”

“The governor rolled right up to our gates.” Feeling his emotions starting to bubble over, Daryl turned to face the other way; he wasn’t going to let her see him cry. “Maybe if I hadn’t stopped looking. Maybe because I gave up, that’s on me.”

“Stop.”

Beth tries to hug him, but he pushes her back; the only person he’s let be affectionate towards him for years is gone. He didn’t want to feel that from anyone else. “I should have done something. Now I’ve lost them all. Rick, Carl, and Glenn, y..”—he struggles to say her name. “Y/n told me she loved me, and I never said it back. And now I’ll never get the chance to tell her.”

Regardless of what he wants Beth hugs him from behind. “You don’t know that.”

“I lost her. And Jace. He could be out there with nobody keeping him safe and y/n going crazy trying to find him.” He sobs, “She would never have left the prison without him; she would have stayed behind until she found him. I should never have left.”

“Daryl…”

“I tried to look for them, but I couldn’t; I couldn’t find her.”

He couldn’t find his family.

This is BY FAR one of my favorite jake fics 🥵

Princess Treatment

Summary: Whilst on stream, your viewers ask why you don’t have “smoking fingers” and you provide an answer.

Warnings: reader smokes, reader is intended to be female, one sexual innuendo, pre-established relationship, reader gets nails done, no use of y/n

A/N: i watched a clip thing on tiktok of someone pointing out Jake’s fingers and it’s because of smoking so i thought why not have a cutesy girlfriend not ruin her freshly done nails.

also expect some Johnnie to come up i have three requests and they are actually amazing so tysm for them!!

You were sat on your pink gaming chair, swaying side to side whilst you were beginning your stream. The viewers rolled in quick, as well as the various donations and quick messages.

A message catches your attention, halting your swaying. “Did you get your nails done?” you mutter to yourself as you lean forwards. “Oh yeah! I did.” You lifted your hands up vertically showing off your fresh nails. “Jake took me for my birthday.” You had a cheesy smile on your face as you brought your hands down. You put them under your thighs as your shoulders hunched up at the mere feeling talking about Jake gave you.

“I was going to get them done anyway,” you paused and thought about your incredibly outgrown nails prior. “if you saw my nails before…Wait! did i show you guys?” you rushed to your phone and went through your gallery.

You found the photo Jake had sent you. It was a picture of you squishing his cheeks together with both hands, and you can see how outgrown your nails were. You flipped your phone to the camera, trying different angles so your viewers could see. “Stop focusing on me,” you muttered angrily to your camera. It focused and showed the chat a cute picture of you and your boyfriend, with your outgrown nails.

“Like we took this when we went target, with Johnnie.” You set your phone down and talked with your hands, even more than usual with your nails. “He literally called me over and went,” you took a breath and made your voice higher in irritation to mock Jake’s, “Babe, show me your nails!” you scrunched your face up, then resorted to your natural voice, “And so i did that, he took a picture.” you paused, showing confusion in your face, “I think he put it on instagram, on his story. I swear he did something like that and.. was there a poll on if he should pay for me to get my nails done?”

Looking at the chat you see the confirmation, or the people who were unaware on how bad your nails looked in shock. You rolled your eyes, “Anyways, i have such a cute boyfriend the came with me and payed.” You showed your nails off again.

This time another message caught your attention, “If you smoke why don’t you have ‘smoker fingers’?” You furrowed your brows at the question. “What the fuck is smoker fingers?” You looked down to your keyboard and began to type ‘what is smoker fingers?’.

“Okay Chat, smoker fingers are~” you dragged out the final word, “Yellowish discoloration on the ends of your fingers from holding a cigarette; wait!” you look at your fingers. “Oh i know why!” you were about to answer when you got a phone call from Jake.

“Hello, i’m streaming.” you held up your speaker to the microphone.

“You wanna know why your fingers aren’t yellow?” Jake yelled in irritation.

“Why?” you giggled with your hand over your mouth.

“Because you always make me hold your cigarettes! Look at my fingers!”

“I can’t, we’re not on facetime,” you were proved wrong as he came through your door behind you. You turned around to see him just stood there with a hand on the door handle and the other on his hip.

You look at the camera, then the stream to see what the viewers were seeing. Then you turned to see Jake still in the same position, causing you to lean into your hands that were propped up on your desk and failed to conceal your laughter. Jake then strutted up to the camera and held up his yellowing fingers with nails littered with chipped polish.

“Look! This is what she does, making me hold her cigarettes!” he then turned away from the camera to look at you cracking up and trying to hide in your hands. “What do you have to say about this?” he then held him fingers up to your face.

“Cigarettes are gross,” you spoke in a small voice with a smile on your face as you peered up at him.

“So you have it inside of your body?” Jake questioned and looked down at you.

“Well, i do that with you. Don’t I?”

He stood there in shock and strutted out towards the door, then he turned around with a cock of his hip.

“Never speak to me again!” he spoke in an accent, then went to another accent. (idk how to describe it it’s kinda like a pageant mum?) “Love you, sweetie.” he opened and closed his hand in a wave and left your room, leaving you laughing your ass to your audience.

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