Reblog If You Utterly And Without Hesitation Support Gay Rights

Reblog if you utterly and without hesitation support gay rights

It’ll mean a lot to my friend, who’s having a tough time with bullies lately.

I totally agree!!!

i think it is time for us of in the lgbtq+ community to start acknowledging that everyone of any orientation can be attracted to nonbinary people. there are so many different ways to be nonbinary, we aren't all completely androgynous. some nonbinary people even want to be perceived as one of the binary genders. nonbinary isn't a third gender. nonbinary is a label that encompasses so many different people and experiences. you can't categorise us! and this extends to sexual identity!

When you stop chasing the wrong things, you give the right things a chance to catch you.

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Daryl Dixon x Reader

The summer sun kissed your skin as you walked down the street, crossbow in your hands with an arrow loaded, ready to take down walkers or other humans if necessary. Nothing could be heard except the birds chirping, and gravel crunching beneath your feet. You then slow to a stop, and take out your canteen, taking a few sips of water, before continuing to wherever the hell you were going.

A few minutes passed and a motorcycle could be heard in the distance. You race to hid behind an abandoned car, not willing to be killed or kidnapped. The roar of the motorcycle got louder as it got closer to you. You put your finger on the trigger of your crossbow, ready to fire if needed.

Soon you heard the motorcycle come to a stop not far from the car you were hiding behind. Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the car you were behind. Soon a man popped out right in front of you, and you both quickly raised your crossbows, pointing directly at each other.

“Who are you?” The man asked, his crossbow still pointing at you. “Y/N, and you?” “Daryl Dixon” was his response. Slowly, you lowered your crossbow, realizing the man wasn’t gonna hurt you. If he was, he would’ve done it by now. Daryl also lowered his crossbow.

It was silent for a minute before he spoke up. “You got a group?” You shook your head no. It went silent again before he started asking questions. “How many walkers have you killed?” “Too many to count” “How many people have you killed?” “One” “Why?” “They uh, got bit and asked me too.” Darly nodded, pleased with your responses.

“I got a group not too far from here if you’d like to come.” You nodded, and followed him to his motorcycle. He hopped on first, you climbing on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The two of you took off not long after, heading towards what would become your new home.

Look at this cute man😍

Rick Grimes x Reader

Warning: This one is going to be pretty sad. So prepare yourself.

You and your boyfriend Rick were driving down the road and into town to get supplies for the group. The car ride was silent, both of you taking the chance to relax for a bit before having to run around, avoiding dangers.

The tress seemed to fly by as y'all drove. It was calming, not having to worry about running from a herd of walkers for the moment. You could tell Rick was pretty calm as well. He had a hand on your thigh as he drove, and a smile on his face. It cased you to smile as well.

Eventually, the calm had to end eventually, and the car slowed to a stop in front of a grocery store. You unbuckled your seatbelt, and unholstered your gun and cautiously exited the car, looking for any walkers in the area. Rick did the same thing.

The two of you quietly walked into the store, eyes scanning the interior. A few things scattered the shelves. Not too much, though. It looked like the grocery store was one of the first places to get hit in this town.

You and Rick go to the closest shelf, and grabbed anything that looked like it was still good. You did so quickly, but quietly, so you wouldn't draw attention to yourselves. However, you heard a groan behind you, and rolled your eyes in annoyance.

When you turned around, you didn't expect the walker to be anyone you knew. However, you saw that it was your little sister you had been looking for all that time. Tears filled your eyes as you drew out your knife.

"I'm sorry" You whispered as you stabbed her in the head. Her body dropped to the ground with a thud, and you put a hand over your mouth to hide the sob that escaped your lips. Rick ran over to you when he heard the sudden noise.

He looked down at the dead walker, and back up to you to see tears streaming down your face.

"Was this your little sister?" He asked. You only nodded your head, not wanting to make any further noise. He sighed, and brought you into a hug, letting you cry into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and he kissed your head in comfort.

"I think we should get out of here" He said. "Yeah. Yeah we should" You whispered back. Your eyes went back to your dead sisters body, before you picked up the bag full of supplies, and ran out of the store and into the car.

Neither one of you sad anything on the way back to the camp the group had set up. He knew you didn't want to talk, so he just held your hand, and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as a way to let you know he was there for you.