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"He was just trying to feel pretty for once. And Merle walked in."
My latest fic is live:
Part 2 of my Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, Don’t Forget: fanfic series
❝ The Weight of Being Seen ❞
(TW: self-harm, panic attacks, verbal abuse, gender exploration, hurt/comfort)
Set in a post-canon TWD AU where Merle and Abe are Daryl’s found family. Daryl is exploring his identity—softness, femininity, safety in stolen moments—until Merle catches him wearing eyeliner and a dress.
What happens next? Hurt. Panic. Flashbacks. But also?
Healing. Holding. Redemption. A couch bed and every blanket in the damn house.
Featuring:
Merle’s clumsy redemption arc
Abraham Ford, actual emotional support tank
Daryl Dixon sobbing in flannel
“If I call you Darlena, you gonna slug me?”
Softness as survival
If you’re queer and tired and ever just wanted someone to say “you’re allowed to want softness”—this one’s for you.
Read it here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65002894/chapters/167124994
Reblogs are deeply appreciated. Comments will make me cry. In a good way.