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MY SHAYLAAAAAAAA

TWD oc

Name: Ezra Montgomery

Age: 32

Gender/Pronouns: Nonbinary, They/Them

Love interest(s): Daryl and Jesus

Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality: Quiet, intense, depressive, angry

Hobbies: weapon training, hunting, drawing, music

Song that describes them:

Tattoos:

Jewelry:

Backstory:

Ezra came from a military family. Their father died in the line of duty so it left just them and their mother, who spent most of her days out on a ship in the navy. After their father's death, their mother became obsessive, even abusive at times towards them under the guide of 'keeping them safe'. In their late teens, before the apocalypse, this treatment led them into a rather abusive relationship with a man that ultimately left them with a child, a little boy that resembled them to a T. Once the apocalypse broke, they did everything in their power to keep their son alive, even leaving behind the man they were afraid of in order to keep the boy safe. However, a year into the apocalypse they lost him when their supplies was stolen and they left him alone to search a convient store, leaving him unprotected by accident. This event breaks them, spiraling into a deep depressive episode that if it hadn't been for Aaron finding them, they would have been dead. They spend most of the apocalypse in Alexandria, helping build up the community and its walls to keep others safe from those who wish to hurt them.

I should be frolicking in a field with Kili and Fili, not watching a kid that isn't mine 🫠😔✊️

King under the Mountain 🏔️

My dream rn 😭

napping and cuddling sounds so good rn

older men r superior

Hateful cuddling

MAX MAYFIELD X FEMALE READER

Masterlist

Maxine Mayfield was an.. interesting character. Definitely not one that I liked but definitely one that interested the boys, especially my brother.

"Dustin! You see your monster dog yet?!" I shout up at him. "I'm freezing my ass off down here!"

"Oh look there's dot- OF COURSE NOT!!" He shouts back.

"DONT GIVE ME THAT ATTITUDE!!" I yell, huffing as I pull the thin sheet tighter around my arms.

"Do you two ever stop bickering?" Max asks, rolling her eyes.

"Oh shut up." I mumble, pulling my knees to my chest, shivering in the corner of the run down RV.

A looming silent fills the air. Maybe it was from the thought of getting ripped to shreds but Dustin's demodog. Maybe it was the awkwardness radiating from Lucas as he watches the two girls bicker back and forth.

"Steveee? Helpppp." Lucas whispers up the ladder.

"Huh? What?" Steve questions, taking the first few steps down the ladder to see the two. "Oh my God- if you two can't get along one of you is coming up here." He says, looking at the two wide eyed.

At the same time, the girls flip Steve off.

"I hate teenage girls." He mumbles, climbing back up the ladder, followed by Lucas.

I roll my eyes, resting my chin on top of my knees. The bickering stops and Max sits there quietly, shuffling a deck of card.

"Are you cold?" She asks abruptly.

I look over at her suspiciously. "No." I lie.

She rolls her eyes. "I can see you shivering from over here." She pauses for a moment. "You can have the *end* of this blanket." She offers, gesturing to the heavy blanket covering her form.

I'm tempted to decline out of shear spite but the wind erges me to accept it reluctantly. I sit under the edge of the blanket, pulling it around my form. I was still freezing but not nearly as much. We don't look at eachother, trying not to make it feel anymore awkward than it was.

"God if I knew you'd take it all I wouldn't have offered." Max mumbles, pulling on the fabric.

"Sorry sorry." I mumble, moving closer to her. My shoulder presses against hers. I'm tempted to move but when she doesn't shy away, I settle in.

"Thank you for sharing." I mumble, crossing my arms as I look away from her.

"Whatever." She responds, her gaze focused on her cards.

Once again, awkward. That's all it ever was between us. After the bickering and the fighting died off. It was the awkward, soul piercing silence. I glance over at the watched latched onto her wrist. 11:47 pm. A yawn involuntarily leaves my throat, the palm of my hand rubbing against my eyes. I adjust myself, my head laying back against the wall. A small snooze couldn't hurt that much. My body relaxes and my head lols to the side, landing on the red head's shoulder. She tenses and I can feel her gaze boring into the top of my head. She attempts to shrug me off before sighing softly. A gentle hand comes up and places itself on my shoulder.

"I still hate you."

Friendly Love

JAMES POTTER × MALE READER

Masterlist

This was... well I didn't know how to describe this. Atleast to myself. James Potter. My *best friend*. It was stupid. That was the word. *Idiotic*. This could not end well.

James heavily insisted on doing homework with me today. The Griffindor barely kept up with his parchment, I was surprised he even remembered it. The common room is quiet, the majority of our fellow house mates scattered around the school grounds.

"You really need to stop leaving your papers for the last moment." I scold lightly, however, my final page remained blank.

"Oh don't act all smart Y/N. You aren't much ahead yourself." James points out, gesturing towards my paper.

Ink drips onto the page, deep in thought. It's been on my mind for weeks and this wasn't the time nor place I imagined it but... his features under the soft candle light, the sear concentration keeping his face relaxed and calm... he almost looked beautiful.

"Hellooo? Earth to Y/N?" James says, my thoughts come rushing back to reality with a jump. "Woah calm down there mate. You alright? We can pick up in the morning." He offers, a slight concerned expression across his face.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry there. Just.. thinking 'bout something is all." I say, trying to lighten the mood with a soft laugh.

James examines my features closely. Watching his eyes shifting over my face makes me nervous, causing a light flush to become apparent across my cheeks.

"Are you alright mate? This is the most I've seen you concentrate all night." I say, laughing nervously as I lean back in my seat.

"What's wrong with you man? You never act like this? What have you been thinking about to make you like this?" James questions.

My heart sinks as I stare back at him. His eyes could read me, they've always been able to. I was like a window to him while he was a brick wall. He breaks the gaze first, clearing his throat before ducking down to continue he's sad excuse for a paper. I get up the courage to reach over, gently placing a hand over his quill.

"James?" I start, swallowing hard. "I... I need you to just stop for a moment and listen." I say, slowly pulling the quill from his fingers. His eyes travel up to meet mine once again as he leaves back.

"Alright. Go ahead." James says, his leg bouncing under the table.

My fingers lightly tap the wood of the table as I take in a couple deep breaths.

"I was just wondering if.. maybe you'd like to go to The Three Broomsticks with me this Friday after our classes?" I ask calmly, my eyes trained on my lap.

"Mate we already go to there every weekend." James says oblivious.

"No James.. I mean just me and you... like a-a date?" I finally say it, squeezing my eyes shut. *'Holy shit what if he doesn't like men?'* I think for the first time in weeks.

There's a long, stress inducing silence. "I'd love to." James finally speaks up.

My eyes snap up to look at him, searching for any sort of humor across his face.

"Really?" I breath out, my shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Sure. What do I have to lose? I'd love to go with you."

They heard a noise in the middle of the night