For the Greater Good

Carol Peletier. Fighter. Lover. Read Rules Mun is over 18.

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                                       ”I    d i d   what   I   h a d    to    do”

                                                   indie Carol Peletier

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Sexual Sunday! Send my muse ♒ and a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it - whether they want to or not.

[blueeyedsurvivor]

ooc: calling all daryl’s

love me

[wxngedarcher]

*casually daryls*

[blueeyedsurvivor]

casually winks.

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ooc: drops skype name,

arrowweildingkili

add me

[blueeyedsurvivor]

ooc: calling all daryl’s

love me

[phantomkinoc13]

Reblog if you think a boy can wear a dress

[blueeyedsurvivor]

starter call

[blueeyedsurvivor]

Plot want: I Ain't Her Dad!

Going to make this quick, and easy.

What if Carol met Daryl when she was younger. In a night of pain and anger from Ed she goes to the arms of a friend. They joke, drink, and things go a little far. A few weeks later, she starts feeling sick in the morning..

Years later, once the world went and flipped upside down. Reunited with an old friend, in the group that wanted to leave Atlanta.

Losing her daughter to those monsters. She knew in her heart, that she had to tell him. Tell him who Sophia’s real father was.

[blueeyedsurvivor]

                                        ”I     d i d   what   I    h a d    to    do”

                         indie Carol Peletier from AMC’s The Walking Dead

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open to plots

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mun is of age

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[allgotjobs]

OOC: PETITION TO BRING BACK THE WALKING DEAD ROLEPLAY FANDOM!

I get it, I really do. You love a character, and all you want to do is RP with that character. But this fandom used to be something amazing. It was a big group that came together to mourn characters, to be angry at villains, to fall in love with people who were broken and bruised.

We need that again. You can faun over characters, i’m not saying don’t. But this fandom is so much more then that. Bring back the Beth’s, the Glenns, Michonne, Maggie, Carl, Tara, Eugene, everyone.

Bring back the people we love to hate. Bring back the drama, the heartache, the pain. And the love, the affection, the respect.

We were a family.

We ARE a family.

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ooc: I need this account to have more action!!

[daryliisms]

White Bread

[daryliisms]

The nudge at his shoulder had him scoffing lightly, taking another drag of the cigarette. Head tipping up out of careful consideration to his companion at his side to let out the steady stream of smoke clear over their heads. “Yeah ‘cause ya do. Ain’t never seen ya in that June Cleaver sort o’ way,” he murmured back as his gaze lazily came to falter on the open back yard with its neatly hedged bushes and pruned flower beds. It was almost as if the world hadn’t stopped spinning.

That despite the nature of the beast that they’d been under for the last few years hadn’t disturbed the natural order of business in this little backyard with its flower beds full of new blooms and trimmed hedges that weren’t all askew with neglect. “A while can certainly mean a short while.” He added, chewing on the thought of how short a time it could be. They’d been at the prison for awhile— the better part of a short year. They’d been at the Greene Farm for awhile— until the walkers came and took it from them.

Awhile… it certainly didn’t mean the same like it used to.

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Carol leaned her back on the railing, and looked past him. “Well, the clothing comes with a sense of power that they don’t know about.” She smiled to herself, and looked over at him. Despite that fact that she looked average, acted innocent, and kept a low profile. She was always watching. Always looking for cracks in the pretty picture they had here. “And, at least the clothes aren’t as itchy as the ones we had before.”

He was right. Awhile now seemed short. Especially after being kicked from the group back at the prison. She didn’t know how long they could possibly be here, and if this place could really be what they say it is. “Well, either way we really should make the best of it. At least for now.” She nodded, and turned to him. “And for once, you can eat something you didn’t have to shoot yourself. You get to sit back, and let everyone else cook for you.”

[blueeyedsurvivor]

“Stop, I hear something..”

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ooc: LOOKING FOR PLOTS ASAP

[blueeyedsurvivor]

ooc: HI I NEED PLOTS BECAUSE CAROL NEEDS PLOTS

[daryliisms]

White Bread

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At the sound of Carol’s voice at his back, the hunter turned slightly, cigarette dangling precariously from his lip as his eyes panned up and down her form. She was in another soccer-mom getup. He didn’t get it. He found the whole idea disgusting at best, but didn’t say this aloud as he chuffed in mild response. “Yep,” he muttered as he took a long drag of the cigarette, finger tapping against the filter, splay of ashes falling from the tip.

"Yep, you keep tellin’ me that." She’d been on his ass the last day or so about him utilizing the facilities. And he had. Wasn’t willing to actually the use the shower if he could afford it. Didn’t like the idea of being vulnerable in a place like this. So he’d simply ran hot water over a washcloth and rubbed out the smears of grime and dirt and sweat that had mingled together in a thick layer of his skin. "You look fuckin’ ridiculous. Thought you oughta know."

[blueeyedsurvivor]

The way he looked here, the way he dressed. He stood out like a sore thumb, and yet she knew that even if he changed. Even if he showered, he still would. That’s what she liked about him, he was his own person. Not like her, she could be invisible. She could be someone completely different now. “Maybe, you should listen.” She teased, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Something tells me, we’re going to be here awhile. We a few weeks, months. Who knows, but if you keep looking the way you’re looking. We might have a problem.” People around here start to notice, start to pick up on how their group looked. How they act, and how the react to them. When he commented on how she looked, she groaned and rolled her eyes. “You keep telling me that.” She rebuttled, and nudged him. “I know I do, I never even dressed like this before all this.”

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Fluffy starters (since the first one was so popular)

"Come and cuddle with me"

"You smell nice"

"Would it be rude of me to kiss you?"

"I think... I think I love you"

"Do you love me?"

"I got you a gift!"

"Oh you got me a gift!"

"Would you like permission to enter the kingdom of blanket-fort-land?"

"Here are some cookies I made for you!"

"Here, help me make some cookies."

"Stop! Stop tickling me or I'll pee myself!"

"I'm going to tickle you wet your pants!"

"I'm sleepy, and you're warm so I am going to cuddle you now."