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lbarker · 5 months

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FTWD8 BTS: Antonella Rose and Daniel Sharman

(Inside Fear the Walking Dead Season 8)

#ftwd #ftwd edit #ftwd season 8 #daniel sharman #antonella rose #troy otto #tracy otto #my edits

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happyvoltz · 6 months

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troy and tracy

#tagging as trick cauze bluebonnets :p #this is so bad i havent drawn in weeks give me a second 💀#troy is showing her how to make a flower chain cause tehehe #if you’re new here i made a kidau before troy was even confirmed to have a daughter and i named her troy and tehehe now troy has a daughter #AND HER NAME IS TRACY #i called it im so real everyone cheer #im attached to tracy bc of that shes just a little girl :(#(following sentence only makes sense if you’ve watched 809) AND SHE’S ONLY 8 SHES JUST A GIRL FREE HER #fear the walking dead #ftwd #troy otto #my art #ftwd trick #troy x nick #tracy otto

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noemitenshi · 5 months

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TROY OTTO fighting till his dying breath for his daughter in FTWD s08ep11 "Fighting like you".

#troy otto #tracy otto #madison clark #ftwd #fear the walking dead #kim dickens #daniel sharman #Antonella Rose #danielsharmanedit #dsharmanedit #my gif

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obsxssedwithstuff · 2 months

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HOW IS IT that everyone will give Madison a second, even a third chance,

But she won’t give Troy one?

HOW IS IT that both Nick AND TRACY go back to her after what she does?

HOW IS IT that Madison forgives CHARLIE, THE KILLER of her favorite child

But not Troy?

HOW IS IT that when Troy tries to make up with Madison, she kills him… TWICE

I am fuming.

#nick clark #trick #fear the walking dead #troy otto #nick and troy #shitpost #ftwd #tracy otto #madison clark #that bitch #i hate her #madison hate club #still bitter abt troys death #fuming #mad asf #i dislike charlie #rant

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beholdtheapocalypse · 5 months

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Fear The Walking Dead (2015-2023) 8x11 - Fighting Like You

#beholdtheapocalypse: ftwd #ftwd #ftwd edit #ftwd spoilers #troy otto #troy otto edit #daniel sharman #tracy otto #tracy otto edit

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minimoefoe · 5 months

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troy and tracy in 8.11

#theyre so !!!!!#ftwd spoilers #fear the walking dead #troy otto #tracy otto #twd txt

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taniacrazy · 2 months

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...Tracy is so sweet when she shakes her dad's hand 🥺🥺

#daniel sharman #troy otto #tracy otto #fear the walking dead

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reyenii · 5 months

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— you did what you said. you found us a home. and you kept me safe.

#fear the walking dead #ftwd season 8 #ftwd #the walking dead #troy otto #tracy otto #disappointed but not surprised #okay im lying #im so fcking mad #im ignoring the last two episodes

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tracyotto · 7 months

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TROY AND TRACY OTTO

FTWD S8B.

#ftwd #tracy otto #troy otto

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clementinecalls · 5 months

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bro tracys gonna haunt alicia the same way ik that bitch haunted troy bc what do you MEAN she doesnt literally look like a clone of nick

#troy saw him in her eyes every damn day and i will die on that hill #ftwd spoilers #ftwd #ftwd trick #troy otto #tracy otto #alicia clark #nick clark

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aquarian-queen · 6 months

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Poor Tracy. Also never in a million years thought we would get Troy being called Dad or fathering a child. Like is this for real? Looking forward to see their dynamic in the seasons finale when he’s reunited with her.

#ftwd spoilers #troy otto #tracy otto #fear the walking dead #daniel sharman

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worldbeyondz · 7 months

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Fear: The Walking Dead. S8B Cinema Reel: Part 1.

#troy otto #tracy otto #ftwd #fear the walking dead #victor strand #madison clark #ftwd edit #ftwd edits #luciana galvez #charlie #rick grimes #the walking dead #twd edit #fear edit #nick clark #alicia clark #alexa nisenson #twdedit

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happyvoltz · 5 months

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nick and tracy doodles

#fear the walking dead #ftwd #ftwd trick #nick clark #troy x nick #troy otto #tracy otto #my art

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noemitenshi · 4 months

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What should've been - Troy's revenge

OK so, this here

is absolute bullshit. No way in hell would the person who stabbed his injured hand on enemy’s knife

(gif for your convenience)

be as easily deterred from extracting his revenge as depicted in the first gif (especially since he's so fucking close to finally getting it). So what actually should've happened in this scene* is some iteration of the following.

Troy's revenge

God he was so close, so fucking close to finally avenging his Serena, finally getting his due. Finally… it was all he could think as he dragged Madison towards Serena’s spoiled form. Finally, finally, finally.

God, he felt like he was going crazy with the anticipation of it, so so close now, he could hardly believe it. But it was happening. He was making it happen. Finally, finally. Seconds, really, until Madison would get what was coming to her, until he could watch her being torn apart by his wife that wasn’t his wife anymore.

Even if that turned out to be the last thing he’d ever do – that’s what it felt like with the pain burning white hot in his chest, a beacon of agony, tearing through the entirety of his body, reverberating in his bones, his teeth, his very soul. He paid no mind to it. Couldn’t. It wasn’t important now. The only thing important now was right in front of him, Serena, Serena. His eyes were glued to the shell of her, this distorted, wild thing. No matter how much effort he put into taking care of her, she never again looked right. Not since he watched the life drain from her eyes. And no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t not see his wife in her—

Suddenly the pain became unbearable, driving everything else from him – nothing else existed in him than this pain. No thoughts, no feelings, no goals and wants. For an eyeblink he didn’t even see her anymore, even though his eyes were staring right at her snarling face. Just an eyeblink and he’d almost given in – anything to make this pain stop – but then he could see her again, hazily, chopped, in a way, as if his mind wasn’t working right, but he could see her again and he gritted his teeth, and with a choked shout he stayed right where he was, his hands still on her, dragging her forward, even as she was still twisting the branch in his chest, pulling and tugging, trying to make him stop. He wouldn’t.

He didn’t surrender. Not ever. Not even when the sheer agony caused tears to spill, when every part of him, every fiber of him wanted nothing more than to let go of her, hide and cower until the pain passed. She was shouting now too, with the effort it took her, both of them not able to talk anymore, not in control of their voice anymore, and finally, a howling scream rang out – and at first he wasn’t even sure if it was her or him it was torn from, but his sight didn’t betray him this time, and when he saw flesh being torn from Madison’s neck, then did he finally realize that the pain wasn’t as pronounced anymore, not as all-encompassing – Madison had finally let go of the branch.

He was still holding on to her jacket though, was still holding her close to Serena, while she was thrashing now, limbs flying uncoordinated. It was her in agony now. He stayed right there and watched how she was being devoured, bit for bit, watched as her screams died, turned to gurgling, sobbing, sounds, turned to nothing. Watched as her limbs trembled and twitched until they didn’t. Watched as her face turned unrecognizable, muscle and bone showing. Watched as Serena’s mouth, her face turned a bloodied mess and still bite and chew and tear. Still not satisfied. Never satisfied.

Troy let go. And the pain, the pain he’d ignored by sheer power of will returned and he gasped, sank down, whimpered. Sobbed. Cowered and hid his face and was hurting.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like this, how long he’d let his pain overwhelm him but when he could finally feel, think something else besides it, he heard chewing noises. His gaze sought their origins and he saw that Serena’s form was still straining towards Madison, still tearing flesh where she could reach, though there wasn’t much left, still this groaning, gurgling sounds out of her throat, filling the air.

Suddenly he moved, swift, a reflex maybe, and buried a knife in what had been his wife’s head once. All movement stopped and her corpse sank down.

He cradled her head in his lap, hugging her helplessly, stroking her hair – that wasn’t as silky as he remembered it being – because it wasn’t her, even if it was.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

His hands moved through her hair that wasn’t hers desperately, as if trying to find remnants of her, patting her head sweetly, stroking her cheek, all empty gestures now.

“I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t even know what he was apologizing for – not having been there to protect her, not insisting she stay home, not having buried her when she died, letting her turn, using her body as means for revenge…

“God, I’m sorry.”

He was sobbing again – still, his vision blurred by hot tears, dripping down his cheeks. He leaned closer over her, as if wanting to be even nearer to her, or as if to shield her, the sharp pain intensifying, though by now he’d almost grown accustomed to this tortured feeling, his body screaming at him, frantic and terrified.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He couldn’t stop saying it. Sobbing, blubbering, whimpering and short, panicked breaths interrupting his words until he was hiccuping, wailing. Mourning her.

And now, once he’d started, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop. Didn’t think he’d ever feel alright again. How could he when his wife lay dead in his arms – while he was alive. There was no denying that, the pain tearing at him unmistakable proof of it.

He was alive while she was dead, what a travesty! It should’ve been him, it should’ve been him.

Why wasn’t it ever him?

Why did he keep surviving the people he wanted to protect?

Why couldn’t it be him?!

He didn’t know how long he stayed like this, uselessly caressing his dead wife, his hands not able to stop – they remembered, too – while his body was wracked by grief, unable to speak anymore.

And though he thought he wanted nothing more to join his Serena, the second Madison stirred, letting inhuman sounds escape, he was startled into motion, eyes landing on her hammer while he scrambled to his feet and he didn’t hesitate to smash her legs – he wouldn’t be fast enough to escape like he was – and he’d be damned if he let her rest in peace. She didn’t deserve that. Crawling on the ground in perpetual hunger sounded just about right for her.

Then he took Serena in his arms, gently, gently, finding her a last resting place, every step poor agony, every scoop with the shovel dousing him in flames, ruthless and cruel.

But he persevered. He always did. He always would.

When he finally lowered her down his hands tightened around her and almost didn’t let go—

But he did. He let her sink into the earth, started covering her with it, shovelful by shovelful.

Soon he couldn’t see her anymore but he continued, dutifully making sure she wouldn’t be disturbed. He let her go because he had to. He wasn’t done yet. He was still needed. Tracy still needed him.

And with one last look at his wife’s grave stone