* THE DEVIL BESIDE YOU

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formidablekind‌:

       “ I meant whatever is going through your head. ” He states, tensing when his hand moves to his chest. Part of him just wanted to leave him there and get back to his small camp he had been trying to get to. He could spare some food. “ When was the last time you ate? ”

Whatever was going through his head. Philip isn’t even certain himself what’s going through his head. Not much these days. He’s pushed everything so far down, so far back, it’s all just some kind of NUMB. It takes him a moment to register the question. He’s still studying the other man, marveling at how much he looks like Rick. “...I...dunno...” He hasn’t been keeping track really and his stomach has reached a point past hunger.

[devilbeside]

stillcominback‌:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 is strong, but that’s all it can remain – an urge. As hard as it is to keep himself together, whether it’s dealing with Negan or him, Rick has no choice. Not now. “Looks that way,” he replies with a slight tilt of his head, tension palpable. “– Why don’t we just get you what ya came here for,” he continues after a brief pause, EAGER to keep these interactions as brief as possible. 

Philip chuckles again, nodding slightly. “Sure, Negan wants your stuff...” He shrugged slightly. “...but tha’s not what I came here for.” He’d volunteered for the pickup, especially once Negan had found out he had HISTORY with Rick and his crew. Figured it’d be good enough for the man to think he wanted to make their lives hell. But that wasn’t what he wanted anymore. “Le’s go t’ your stores then.”

[devilbeside]

shefiights‌:

          what a dream  that would be.  no interruptions, no outside noise.  just the two of them in one of the abandoned cells sharing a night.  ❛ i would love that, you know.  maybe we should plan it.  it’s not like we’d be far, if any real danger happened it wouldn’t take long for us to get back.  i think you might be onto something. ❜  she turns in his arms, so she’s facing him instead.  leaning in, she kisses his lips once, letting them linger there a few moments before pulling back.  ❛ we’d need to get permission though. ❜

It was hardly what he would’ve considered a romantic night out in the past but a great deal had changed. And it was closest that they could get now. But even just a BRIEF reprieve sounded like heaven to him. “We would. And someone t’ keep an eye on Penny...” Because he could never stop WORRYING about his daughter, even if he knew she was sleeping soundly. But he knew that any of them would be perfectly willing to keep an eye and ear out for her. Philip smiles at her, reaching a hand up to run his fingers lightly through her short hair. “It’d be nice...just t’ relax for lil bit.”

[devilbeside]

hasheart‌:

get that saddle ready , phil .   /   @devilbeside

                    ❝      𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠   𝑡𝑤𝑜   𝑡𝑤𝑜'𝑠   𝑖𝑛   𝑎   𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟   ,  𝑎𝑛𝑑   𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟   𝑡𝑤𝑜'𝑠   𝑖𝑛   𝑎𝑛   𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡   ,   𝑏𝑢𝑡   𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦   𝑡𝑤𝑜   𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠   𝑖𝑛   𝑎𝑛   𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡   𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒   𝑡ℎ𝑒   𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟'𝑠   𝑎𝑟𝑒   𝑎   𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ   𝑜𝑓   𝑡𝑤𝑜'𝑠   𝑎𝑙𝑙   𝑎𝑡   𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒   !      ❞         eric   was   out   of   the   kitchen   for      T H R E E      M I N U T E S      ,   tops   ,      &&      when   he   returned   ?   there   sat   gracie      (   who   should   have   been   in   bed   !   )      pajama   clad   legs   pretzeled   on   a   chair   as   she   explained      the   finer   points   of   math      to      PHIL      BLAKE      .

                    it   took   little   more   than   a      l o o k      from   eric   to   send   the   annoyed   little   girl   back   up   to   her   room   ,   but   once   she   was   out   of   view      he   couldn’t   help      but   to   smile   .   it   was   a      CONFUSED      smile   ,   but   a   smile   nonetheless   .         ❝      did   she   dart   down   here   the   second   i   turned   my   back   ?      ❞    

He’s settled into a new normal. It seems like something that had been happening every few months since the world changed, at least until they’d found Alexandria. Things going to shit, finding a new place, adjusting to new CIRCUMSTANCES. But not anymore. He’s settled for good now, or it seems like it. And if he closes his eye and relaxes for a bit he can almost pretend that the world is like it used to be.

Almost. He doesn’t have Penny anymore. But there’s Gracie and the girl reminds him a bit of his daughter, though she’s more precocious. Not as timid. And perhaps it’s because she grew up inside the walls, PROTECTED in a way that so many of them never were. Penny hadn’t been. But it’s been years since his daughter died.

“Mmmm, is that right?” Philip smiles at the little girl as she babbles at him about the math she’s been learning. “Well, you’re a regular Einstin, ain’t ya?” He chuckles and watches as the little girl scampers off to her room, gaze shifting to Eric once she’s GONE. “Just about. Least she’s out here doin’ math problems. Not a lotta kids would be takin’ so well t’ their schoolin’.”

[devilbeside]

wasnothin‌:

YOUR PEOPLE HAVE ALREADY TRIED ——— and maybe some won’t be so keen to try again, but while Daryl may have been content enough in the past to step back & allow Rick to take the final blow, this time he will not be so docile. The governor’s time is running short. Killing him now wouldn’t help matters   ( there is a war to be fought, after all )   but afterwards ? He’s fair game.   “I will.”   Conviction in his tone; a promise. I will be the one to kill you.

Philip watches the other man carefully, smirking slightly. “S’pose we’ll see.” It occurs to him that he’s not thoroughly AGAINST the thought. He’s had his time. He should’ve died ages ago. He should’ve died with his daughter. But there’s nothing to be done about that now but wait. “Now. Are ya done? ‘Cause I’m here t’ take our share. Got a schedule t’ keep.”

[occasionalrpmemes]

[lifeinpoetry]

I have been defined / by what is taken from me.

Ailey O'Toole, from “Flight / Fight / Freeze,” published in 8 Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

[devilbeside]

"Ya know I'm try'na play go fish wit ya and you ain't even playin'." Huff of annoyance, collecting the deck once again and shuffling. "Th'hell WILL ya play, huh? I know there's gotta be somethin'."

He’s gotten over the worst of it but he’s still a bit shaky, still a bit feverish from the infection that’s still passing. Philip has a hard enough time FOCUSING without Merle’s constant rambling and he’s not particularly in a talkative mood as it is. Nor does he want to play any games. He’s taken the cards only because the other man has shoved them forcibly into his trembling hands.

[justinripley]

[devilbeside]

shefiights‌:

          ❛ you know what happens  when we’re on watch. ❜  she’s only teasing, as she stretches her body, making a sound almost similar to a cat.  she doesn’t want to get up, but she supposed they didn’t have much choice.  ❛ we need a getaway one of these days.  where it can be just you and me, not have to worry about other people. ❜

Philip chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “Mmm, you’re a tease, y’know that?” He lays back down but keeps his arms around her. He doesn’t want to leave the cot just yet. He presses soft kisses to her neck and smiles. “Maybe we can sneak off t’ one o’ the other cell blocks once Penny’s asleep some night...” It wouldn’t be MUCH but he supposed it was better than nothing. There wasn’t much in the way of a getaway you could get these days.

[devilbeside]

well, robin hood was hot garbage and would’ve been 10 times better if the sheriff had just kissed robin instead of letting the gay tension fester

[devilbeside]

phil: confused by what is happening on the dash phil: is also aroused

[tormentbled]

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[devilbeside]

( @hehclps / cont. )

His life in Alexandria had been good. It wasn’t quite Woodbury but it was damn close. The people inside the walls had found a way to live PEACEFULLY and safely. But the residents inside the wall weren’t accustomed to life outside of it, just like the people in Woodbury had been. WEAK. And his being there was a lie. He’d lied to get in, hadn’t answered the questions entirely truthfully. Because if they’d known the things he’d done in the past, if they knew the state of his mind, Philip was certain they would’ve driven him out after he’d healed and he was also certain he would’ve died alone.

But being around people again, being in a community, was worse than being alone. At least for him. Because the way that he functioned, the way that his mind worked- broken as it was -made him a serious DANGER to the people around him. He knew this. He knew that he had a switch in him that when flipped, caused more damage than he was worth. And he knew if he grew close to people again...something would happen that would make him slip again and the cycle would continue.

"Not...not the place. Y’have a nice community here, it...” Philip furrows his brow slightly, glancing around the street. “...reminds me of the last place I was but.” He shakes his head and looks back to Aaron. “I’m better off ALONE.” It’s the most truthful he’s been since his arrival. He can feel that old feeling creeping up on him again. That need. To protect, to provide, to do better than he had in the past.

[survivalfit-blog1]

                                     it is not the strongest of the species that survives,                                      nor the most intelligent that survives.                                      it is the one that is most adaptable to CHANGE. 

                                                                     credit: x

[devilbeside]

lucygrms‌:

        ❝     y’know ,    i  was  thinkin’  the    same  thing ,    ❞      laughter ,    she  shrugs  a  sweater  onto  her  shoulders  and  makes  sure  to  grab  one  for  nick ,    too .      ❝     but  he    insisted    there  was    “ no  such  thing ”    as  being  too  old ,    but  he  wanted  to  go  out  with  his    friends .    told  their  parents  i’d    supervise ,    but  they’ll  probably  wander  off  ahead  some .     ❞    and  maybe  she  still    babied    him ,    sometimes .    because  he’d  whined :    mom ,    all  the  other  kids  in  my  class  get  to  go  out  alone !    but  she  was  far  too  paranoid  to  be  like  one  of  those    other  kids    parents ,    so  she’d  trail  behind  and  keep  a  careful  eye  on  her  little    major  league  super  star    from  afar .

Philip chuckles. “Ah. O’ course. I can’t remember ever goin’ trick or treatin’ like that. My brother ‘n I had t’ sneak outta the house if we wanted t’ go. But we couldn’t stay out too long, in case our dad CAUGHT us.” They’d always made it home with at least a handful of candy and the rush that came with disobeying their father. They also sometimes caught a beating but it was worth it in their minds. “Y’sure he’s not gonna be too upset havin’ a younger kid along for the ride?” He knew he certainly didn’t think it was COOL to hang out with seven year olds when he was Nick’s age. “Cuz we’ll be awright on our own if he jus’ wants t’ be with his friends.”

[devilbeside]

                                   you smell the gunpowder and you see the blood-                                    you know what that means? it means you’re alive.                                                                           YOU’VE WON.                                   you take the heads so that you don’t ever forget.                                                                           YOU KILL OR YOU DIE.