Should be sleeping but this was a cute thang I had to draw.
rickyl stuff from my twitters (●ↀωↀ●)✧
Best thing I think I’ve ever seen. Haha I’ve wanted to draw Rickyl for months thanks to you I got the drive to do it tonight!
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Rickyl zambie love for debriel-spooning~! Yeah its rushed and not that funny but hey I have a dark sense of humor and its cute right? I imagine Rick got bit in the face and Daryl scratched. Then they put each other down right before they turned…and somehow freaking MISSED the part of the brain to kill them, Fuck ups. Guess they just couldn’t kill each other in the end.
Should be sleeping but this was a cute thang I had to draw.
Click for a better quality! Ok so a few anons from the Rickyl tag prompt me to draw Rickyl sharing a poncho and Rickyl being cute and domestic playing with Judith. So here ya go and one free Carl!
Fun fact Judith’s dress/shirt thing was sewn for her by Daryl out of a pillow case. Her shorts too.
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Hey everyone!! Its time for a new and actually good looking commissions list. Now that I am stepping my game up and got house payments to make, I think its time you see some better examples of my work.
In this picture you see a teaser pic my original characters from ShonenAishiteruGroup , Serrot and the new and improved Shichi! Hope y’all like it.
If you want to commission me send a note here or to my tumblr or facebook.
I just love how Negan has so much hate yet gets a little….Gay for Grimes at points. XD Wanting to see his dick, wanting to piss on him…and bunch of other cases. Calm down Negan.
im all for finding your identity in this world, but you aint gonna find it wading through a sea of useless stupid bullshit
The sad part is, no matter how much people try to attack plebcomics, claiming that all the SJW characters are strawmen, I have personally witnessed each and every one of the arguments given here nearly verbatim, and have had them directed at me as well.
These comics are not exaggerating this crap.
Oh my fucking god…I see this shit so much on my dash and it gives me a headache. DX
optimusxjazz asked: Rickyl, having a picnic and Daryl paranoid of the squirrels stealing the big ass sammich Daryl made especially for him and Rick to share. XD You can send me one too! To my personal blog preferably. ^^
The sun was shinning through the leaves above, their red and orange colors basking the trail in a golden light. The crunch of dried plants echoes in their ears, Rick liking it more than Daryl. The noise would alert pray, give away his presence, but a quick tap on his cheek reminded him he wasn’t here to hunt. Today, he had a different mission. To have Rick eat his delicious-ass sandwich.
Rick had a warm, content smile on his face, eyes closed and head tilted upward to bask in the cooling heat of the sun. Daryl admired the sight, his stomach felt like a butterfly garden as Rick gave a happy sigh. His beard was growing out again and had random white hairs sown into the mix of dark brown and gray. He would need to force Rick to let him cut it again, and hopefully he wouldn’t fight him too hard on it.
He showed no resistance what so ever to the idea of having a picnic today, so that was reassuring. Beth had been the one to suggest it, excited with a mischievous gleam in her eye. Daryl blamed it on all of those sappy ass romance books he kept bringing her. He’d need to get her some variety unless he wanted her to talk him into eating a candle lit dinner under the stars.
They’d sat under them before, him and Rick, way before they had even started this-what the hell was this even? They didn’t go on dates, but they did sleep together. Did that make them friends with benefits? But they had feelings…so, wait, what?
Daryl shook his head and focused on the memories of the giant balls of light in the sky, since humanity had gone to shit there were no more city lights, and the complete darkness allowed the stars to finally get their time to shine. It was breath taking, awe inspiring. Daryl had seen something like it before thanks to him living out in the woods in a dingy ass shed, but when the whole world went dark-there was nothing like it.
He felt something bump his wrist and he glanced down finding Rick’s hand dangling there, his head turned as he whistle, pretending he didn’t expect Daryl to take a hold of it. Which he did. Until he heard the familiar rumble of a voice in his ear.
"Holdin’ hands now, lil’ brotha? Ain’t you just the physical manifestation of romance." Daryl dropped Rick’s hand in shock, blinking as he paused, head turning to the left. Rick looked to him, startled by his reaction.
"Uh, sorry?" His eyebrow was quirked and he looked all kinds of confused. "I just thought that-"
Daryl spun back around to face him, being a little too quick to tell him it was fine. “No-no, ‘s fine, really, I jus’…..thought a saw a walker ‘s all.”
Rick stared at him for a second, and Daryl prayed that he couldn’t see his shoulders twitching from the way fake Merle was staring at him, his steel cold blue burrowing into his flesh while he still wore that smug ass smirk. Rick gave a slow, tentative nod, not believing his excuse, but wasn’t going to push any farther. Daryl was relieved and reached his hand out, silently asking for Rick’s (and his forgiveness) in return.
Rick seemed to be happy to slide his fingers in with Daryl’s, the digits intertwining together creating a comfortable warmth between them, fighting against the cooling fall air. Since they had found that observatory, which was considerably further up north than they had ever ventured before, they were able to enjoy and learn to hate the obvious change of seasons.
Rick was back to whistling, being the musical fellow he was and Daryl dared to let himself smile a bit. A frown took his place when he heard Merle’s heavy and rushed footsteps trailing after him. “Hey now, you wait up for ol’ Merle, ya hear! You wouldn’ just ditch me out here, would’ya?”
He wanted to growl out a yes, but that would be kind of odd, seeing as how Rick would have no idea what the hell Daryl was talking about. So instead he let out a short grunt, as if he was clearing his throat. Rick let out a longer note as he looked back to him and Daryl spat to the ground, playing it off. Rick’s smile quirked upward and his note faltered from the change in his lips. Rick let loose his own lugie, the tail of spit flying much further than the red necks.
A challenge, huh? Daryl smirked, this was something he could get into. He began to hack and draw up as much mucus as he could and Rick grimaced, his face screwing up into amused disgust. When he launched his super lugie, the weight held it down and it never passed Rick’s. The ex-cop let out a laugh and continued walking, still in a good mood.
Daryl felt like he’d accomplished something, even if the only thing he did was spit. Merle however, begged to differ. “You two’re disgustin’, ya know that? Are ya really gonna expect him to kiss ya after you just hawked a snot ball in your mouth? Officer Friendly has a bit more class than that.”
Daryl let that weigh in his mind for a second. Rick wasn’t a raunchy guy, he was clean-well as clean as you could get in the apocalypse, and didn’t often partake in gross activities. Carl, however, wasn’t afraid to wrestle in the mud with him, and did so often; calling it training, when they both knew full well that Carl just wanted to play.
Judith was even more boyish than Carl, taking after Daryl in that aspect, she was a true wild child and Rick had let out a horrified scream when she dropped a snake onto his lap after she began to pull all kinds of wildlife from her pockets. Daryl remembered laughing so hard that his eyes watered when Rick scrambled backwards, yanking Judith with him as he went, getting as far away as he could from the serpent. Apparently, Grime’s didn’t think too fondly of reptiles.
He let a chuckle pass his lips and he shook his head slightly, readjusting the bag on his back. It was mostly empty save a few water bottles filled with sugar and Kool-aid powder, cans of fruit, and homemade sandwiches. Daryl had found some ‘how to’ books, many explaining how to cook from scratch, even how to bake bread and make cheese.
And since the walkers weren’t really much of an issue any more, wildlife was beginning to reproduce successfully and they had herded two cows into the observatory fences. Daryl had tried to build a canal for them, but it was still a work in progress, neither was too happy about having cow shit splattered all over their yard. Especially when Judith had a fascination with all things icky and sticky. Not to mention smelly, having tried to play with a skunk three weeks back. Now, THAT had been an experience all right. Rick couldn’t take the smell, but Daryl knew what to do, having been sprayed countless times in the wild before.
Merle was chatting away in his ear and Rick was back to humming to himself, kicking up stray leaves and stepping on twigs. Daryl itched to tell them to be quiet, they would scare the game away, not to mention drive him insane, but one wasn’t even real and the other was having too much of a good time for him to want to ruin it. So with a heavy heart, they pressed on. Squirrels ran when they went by, and Daryl thought malicious thoughts of revenge if they even TRIED to steal his gift for Rick. It was a sandwich that Beth had helped him make. He got the milk, turned it into cheese, baked the bread, cooked and sliced the meat-he did it all, and he was anxious to let Rick eat it. Would it be gross, would it be tastey?
When they had reached their destination, Daryl pulled out a ratty blanket, one they wouldn’t mind getting dirty, and kicked away rocks and sticks before laying i out. He knelt down and began to pull out their meal, his hands shaking in anticipation. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing. Hell-he never even HAD a real picnic before, he was only doing what he had seen in movies before the outbreak happened. He wasn’t even sure there was all that much to it. Take a walk, find a place to eat, sit and talk, and make out or something, right?
That’s what they did on TV, at least, and Daryl wasn’t one for television in the first place. When Rick plopped down next to him with a happy smile on his face, Daryl guessed he did SOMETHING right. He was leaning back on his hands, his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, his foot tapping Daryl’s boot in time with his humming.
Daryl let out a relieved sigh and laid back, covering his eyes with his forearm and enjoyed the sound of Rick singing softly. Merle seemed to think it was a good idea to lay next to him, his head propped up by his hand while he rested on an elbow. He traced lazy lines on Daryl’s chest mockingly and whispered. “This is so sweet’a ya, Daryl. Ooo’wee! I jus’ can’ WAIT ta get ya home ‘n ravish ya!” He was trying to sound like Rick and Daryl felt his temper flare, he swatted the knife away from his breast and let out a low, annoyed growl.
"Stupid bugs," he muttered.
Merle’s smile lessened and he feigned hurt. “Is that what ya really think’a me, Darleena? ‘M hurt, truly!”
Rick nodded, leaning back and shuffled until he was laying diagonally, his head propped up on Daryl’s belly, staring up at the clouds. They should be dying away soon. It’ll get too cold for them here.”
Daryl grunted out his agreement and let his hand play lazily with Ricks wavy hair. He tried to ignore Merle, but he man was persistant. “What, my hair ain’t long enough for ya?’
'Ain't GOT no hair,' Daryl thought back, his tone snappy.
"Aw, c’mon now, ‘m tryin’ ta grow it out, but apparently, being dead ain’t doin’ too much for my natural good looks."
"Ya could say that again," he uttered.
"What?" Rick let out a confused grunt, twisting his neck to look at him.
"Nothin’, jus’ thinkin’ aloud ‘s all."
Rick let his eyes turn back to the clouds. “I wonder what Judith’s doin’ right about now.”
"Probably tanglin’ with some garder snakes," Daryl teased. Rick head butted him in retaliation, frowning in distaste.
"Hate those nasty little fuckers."
"Whoa," Daryl gasped. "That was pretty vulgar comin’ from you, Grimes."
"Can’t stand ‘em."
"They just want to be your friend," he pressed on, his fingers sliding down Rick’s neck softly as he spoke. The man shivered and twisted away.
"Cut it out," he whined, laughing a bit. Daryl was amazed by how cheerful Rick had been lately. He was like a completely different person. He seemed younger, more hopeful than before. Daryl wanted to think it had something to do with him, but he would never be so vain as to believe it.
"God, you two are so gay." Merle groaned. "Just eat the damn food already so we can go."
'Nobody invited you, Merle,' Daryl snapped back. 'Feel free to go now, ain't nobody stoppin' ya.'
“‘An’ leave ya two unsupervised, I don’ think so. Ain’ no cop takin’ advantage of my little bro, no sirree.”
Daryl wanted to groan, he really did, and he was thankful his head was already secured on the ground or else he would have tossed it back too. But he held his reaction in, it wasn’t easy, but he did it.
'He ain' takin' advantage o' nobody. Rick's a god man, he's got more respect for people than that.'
Merle let out a dismissive sound and Daryl tuned him out, deciding it was best to watch the clouds with Rick instead. Daryl appreciated the relaxing, it felt nice-or would have felt nice, but it was impossible for him to get the same amount of relaxation as Rick with Merle judging him in his ear. He twitched, shuffled, his nerves working up again.
Rick noticed his unease and sat up, perched on his elbows. “Wanna eat,” he offered.
Daryl nodded gratefully, and got up. He crossed his legs and tossed Rick his drink, and with much more care, handed him his sandwich. Rick’s eyes went wide as he stared through the clear plastic wrap. “Its a fucking sandwich,” he whispered. “I have a real sandwich in my hands. Dear lord.”
Daryl wanted to laugh at his awed expression. He had recalled during a previous conversation how much he had missed sandwiches. He was more of a grilling man, but he did love the taste of meat and cheese tucked in between bread. Personally, Daryl missed eating hard caramel candies, they were a treat to find, and Rick had always been sure to hide some away for the hick whenever he came across some.
Daryl smiled as he passed Rick a can of fruit cocktail, handing him the can opener as well. Rick gave it back so Daryl could open his own can of peaches, his favorite. Rick had thought it was cute-much to Daryl’s dismay, that he enjoyed sweet treats, if only a select few. But he did have a real weakness for them, and was often put out when he had to eat pears or yams instead. God, he hated yams.
He heard a small chitter coming from the edge of the woods and saw a squirrel eyeing Rick’s sandwich and Daryl resisted the urge to grab his crossbow. He glared daggers at the rodent, daring it to even come near Rick’s treasure. He would protect that sandwich at all costs. Nothing would mess this day up.
Evidently, Merle was just as interested in the delight as every other woodland creature in the vicinity. “Geez, Daryl” he started, “you need to chill out. It’s just’a fluffy rat.” He eyed Rick’s hands as he began to undo the wrap and licked his lips. “Actually, now that ‘m thinkin’ about it, it’s been a while since I’ve had me a good homemade sammich.” He began to crawl towards Rick’s food, eyes gleaming with unhidden hunger.
"Don’t you fuckin’ dare," the red neck snarled, threat hanging thickly through the air.
Rick glanced up, fingers pausing. “What’d I do this time?”
"It ain’t you," Daryl assured, "don’ worry. ‘M just warnin’ the bugs ta leave ya alone."
"They sure are givin’ ya a bit a trouble today, aren’t they?"
"You have no idea."
Rick was silent for a second, before he snorted and looked back up. “I guess you could say they were…..”
"Rick," he warned, the feeling of dread seeping in. "You better no-"
Daryl groaned, cursing and covered his face. Rick loved cheesy puns; and sometimes, it was really embarrassing. It was enough to cause Merle to outright laugh in Rick’s face and stop his pursuit of his treat.
"Is he always this cheesy?"
"Yes," he answered, but Rick took that as a reply to his lame joke and his smile was just too contagious. Laughing, he took a bite of his food and outright moaned, his head tilting back a bit, and Daryl felt the butterflies return as blood began to pool in his gut.
"Damn, this is good," Rick groaned. "My compliments to ze chef."
Daryl licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to do the same to Rick’s. He debated moving forward to do so, but Merle was quick to ruin it. “Mm, he’s got a little somethin’ somethin’ there, wanna get it for him? Or are ya leanin’ in ta lick other places on his body?”
Daryl jerked back, face growing red in embarrassment and frustration. Rick, who had anticipated his advancement was startled when he pulled back. Daryl sure was acting strange today.
'God dammit, Merle, go away, 'm tryin' ta do this right!'
"So ya ARE tryin’ ta get some pootang!"
Daryl didn’t hold back his groan this time, and threw himself back, rolling on the blanket and let out a frustrated noise into the ground. Rick watched on, unsure of what to do, his eyes flickering, searching for an answer around them. “Jesus FUCKING Christ, Merle,” Daryl growled out in exasperation, “Get the fuck out, ‘m trying to be romantic, here!”
Daryl twitched as Rick rolled him over and ran his lips over Daryl’s, his palms running over the smooth cheeks. Daryl let out a different kind of groan and ravished the mouth that was offered to him, his hands running up and under Rick’s shirt and clawed back down with his blunt nails. He felt Rick shiver and arch at the sensation, letting out a pant into the space between their mouths.
Merle let out a barfing noise and Daryl smirked, kissing down Ricks chin to his neck, rolling them over so he was scraping him with his teeth. Daryl didn’t do romantic (neither did Merle because his figure evaporated with a look of pure disgust), but he could do this-THEM.
This was what was right, and no squirrel or red neck asshole could make it stop. And, faintly in the back of his mind, Daryl added sandwiches to his list of favorite foods.
((If I can think of any other ideas (besides the ones I have already planned out) I’d be happy to! Thank’s for sending this in, I love your cute little ideas, omg.))
Eeee!! I loved it so much! Yeah I’ll totes send ya some more sometime. I love them trying to rebuild lives after years into the turn. You rock!
I remember posting somewhere once in a thread about why girls aren’t exploited in animation anymore where some guy said, “all the disney girls are drawn to be generally attractive, but I don’t think there are any eye-candy men… or are there? Are there any Disney men that lots of girls like?” and I mentioned Roger. Tons of girls replied agreeing with me and the original guy was like “wait, Roger? from 101 Dalmatians? What’s attractive about him, he’s tall and lanky and has a big nose, he isn’t muscley at all! Wouldn’t you all prefer Gaston or something? Or do you girls think his big nose is indicative of something else?” and I was like “no, you idiot, he’s a silly, goofy guy who likes animals and can play a bunch of instruments, that’s why he’s attractive. What’s the matter with you? Gaston, seriously?”
This is why we need more girls in animation. And more guys like Roger apparently.
This is why I laugh my ass of whenever dudes talk about how men are “objectified” by the media too. Because 9 times out of 10, what men think is “women objectifying men” are characters like Gaston.
And Gaston is NOT a woman-driven fantasy. Gaston is a male wish fulfillment fantasy. Gaston is not what women want, he is what men want to be. He is hyper-masculinity to an extreme degree, dripping with sexism and testosterone. The fact that men think that Gaston is what women want says an awful lot about those men.
While I don’t want to generalize, female fans tend to prefer a very different kind of male hero. We like the Rogers, the Milos, the Hercules. Genuinely kind, often awkward men who are sometimes vulnerable and respectful to women.
Yes, this is a generalization. I own up to that. But I think it’s important to remember that there is often VERY big difference between what MEN want to be and what women WANT in our media.
Reblogging this again because fucking this. And hell, even the muscley dudes (see: Khal Drogo, Hercules, Thor, Captain America) are loved, not because they are muscley, but because they are sweet and loving and adorable. We love Thor because his mispronounces “Hubble” as “Hooble,” not because of what he can do with a hammer.
Reblogging for the awesome comments.
optimusxjazz asked: Daryl teaching a 5 year old Judith how to hunt. Rick and the others aren't too sure. Lil ass kicker lives up to her name.
She walks quiet on her hunter feet.
Papa taught her all of it. Toe to heel, better to wear boots and risk a sound then step on a copperhead, see where this branch is broke, see where this hair hitches on the bark. See.
See this here’s rabbit shit, he said, his mouth near her ear; and a little while later, see this is how you hold the knife. It was his, and too big for her hand, but her fingers wrapped around it and Papa kissed her hair in blessing before he let her loose.
Daddy and Carl are on the porch when she comes home, the same place they were when they left and Papa huffs something about them bein’ babies, but she’s already running up the path swinging it by the ears.
Dayum lil ass kicker! Good fic thanks. XD