▐ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ

[deliverybcy]

     the male had thought this question over a million times in his head before, just how and why it came so easy to them. the truth is, he wasn’t quite sure himself. to figure out the truth, he’d have to ask them, and glenn was nowhere near the investigator as the other believed him to be. he had picked up things from here and there, but the past was the past and the male would like to keep it that way. this was the new world, they had to ADAPT to survive, whether he two were ready for that was UNSURE. though, they had both taken that first step, if it became easier or not was a MYSTERY.

     ❛ rick used to be a cop, rosita and abraham were in the military. it was their JOB to protect their people, i’d like to think the others have all gained that complex too. we’ve been through a lot, done a lot of things we’re not proud of. to them–it’s this or die. they’re fighting for something bigger than themselves; their family. that’s got to be worth something. ❜

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   this us or them mentality wasn’t NEW for Heath. when Rick’s group had first got here there was a huge division between Alexandria and them, and Heath had his own separations between the two groups. of course, it didn’t go as far as KILLING for his people. he never knew that was inside him...the capability to end a life. he wasn’t sure he liked holding someone in the BALANCE like that. but then, he wasn’t sure it was supposed to be liked. “it just...it’s crazy you know. it seems like the natural order of things, someone fucks up, someone steps on your shit, they die. I must’ve been ASLEEP while the world changed the rules. it didn’t even feel real at first, keep thinkin’ it was a nightmare. that we didn’t---kill people. been tryin’ to rationalize it, we saw those pictures. those weren’t RIGHT people. they were fucked up, man. and I KNOW if we had talked to them, we would’ve been the ones dead, and they wouldn’t lose ANY sleep over it. sick shit...this fuckin’ world.”

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          Catching at least TWO of the fuckers red-handed couldn’t have been any sweeter. If he had to be honest with himself, he was pondering who he was going to PUNISH first, and how. Negan could still hear the cracking sound of gunfire biting at his ears, it almost made the man’s words inaudible. 

          Brow raised, Negan merely nodded at the other’s words. Their grave sunk deeper into the ground by Negan’s standards. They’re going to bury themselves so deep in their own shit they won’t know how the fuck to get out. 

          “Let me make one thing FUCKING clear, and I mean motherfucking CRYSTAL. I only need,” he brought up his index finger, so the two of them could view it, “ONE of you assholes alive to get what I want. You’re outnumbered by a LONG shot and I wouldn’t attempt to JACK or SHIT because it would result in your brain matter hitting the fucking pavement.” 

          “Now this can be quick, or this can be easy, hell, it can even be fucking messy. I’d rather not have it come to that, but my men here?” He whistled lowly. “They’re savages, I mean downright fucking disgusting. If I don’t keep them in line… let’s just say, it’s for the best.” 

           “So let me ask you both a question, and I’m deadly serious when I ask, how do you two want this to go?”

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     he knew they were fucked. the moment the winnebago sunk forward, he knew they were both DEAD. but that couldn’t be it, it couldn’t end like this. Heath had came into the FIRST WORLD fighting, his father, the system...and continued his fight in the second world. far be it for him to let some PRICK take it from him. the only thing he could think about was not ALLOWING Tara to be his target. even if he didn’t know her that well, she was still important. she was one of them, and more importantly, she had SOMEBODY back home waiting for her. 

    “man you ain’t gotta be like this.” all of his instincts told him to appease him, to make it all just the worst misunderstanding in the history of the entire fucking world. “leave her out of this, I’ll tell you what you want.” his mind was buzzing, a story, anything, the man didn’t truly KNOW anything about them, where they came from, how many of them were there. he could MAKE IT sound however he wanted. this asshole didn’t have anything else to go on other than Heath’s own word. “

        all I know is you don’t want to start this shit, with us. you saw what we did to your boys, and that...that was easy.” he hoped to GOD it sounded convincing. if it ended in him getting roughed up, it was worth it. just keep the attention on himself...something would break, they could still get out of this.

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▌ &. @waveringhumanity.

       things were different now, there was no US, and THEM. there was only the WHOLE. and after everything, all of the bull they put each other through, he was glad for it. there was a part of him that still resonated their differences, that they had got Annie killed, Nicholas killed, David-- but they weren’t READY for how heavy this world got. their luck had just run out. and even though it pained him ( Annie’s still stung like a rusted knife ), he had made his peace with it. more than anything he didn’t want to END UP like them. he’d have to continue for them, in their stead. earn his place in their world. a part of that was making amends, something he took seriously. Heath was always a man who spoke his mind, fueled by a fire laced with a cynical nature. but he wasn’t too PROUD to admit when he was wrong, or came to agree with another.

       approaching the woman, the man inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. she was a part of them but also one of the first that considered them a WHOLE. “Michonne, listen...” he began, “I still feel like an ass for what I said. I didn’t know. but I knew by the end of that day, a little of what you were talkin’ about. I don’t know how ya’ll keep goin’ with what you’ve been through. leavin’ Annie behind, watching David, I want to ask if it gets easier. but I’m not sure that’s a good thing to want, you know?”

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@dreadkillings

      who are you?

     “ - i’m headin’ this trip, this time.” his brief answer is curt and chilled, purely civic. his quiet isn’t unmannerly but habitual, a preferred state of being not oft protested or entirely undesired. joel is a man of few words (always has been); that much is apparent from even a passing observation. now is no different, though the nature of their visit should urge otherwise. “ …joel.” his name.

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     as far as first impressions went, this guy, took the cake. and Heath wasn’t a small man, not by a long shot; he was fairly well built if he had anything to say about it. but this guy, he already knew he would not want him rushing him. still, he’s taken aback with his announcement that he was heading the trip. Heath was usually the one who took charge, at least in his own little running groups. there were no fuck-ups, no bullshit with him. he kept things light and tight, and he’s never lost anyone. his track record is something he was immensely proud of; and he should be. there was no BLOOD on his hands. “yeah? first I’ve heard of it. name’s Heath.”

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▌ &. @walkerbxit.

    “you gotta wonder if this world just likes having HORRIBLE timing.” of course he wasn’t talking about the night before, those DEVIOUS ACTS they had both committed, forever staining their souls. no, he was talking about life, ironically, the life that kept the man before him going now. “I mean we always think somethin’s good, right. we had a good thing going in Alexandria before ya’ll showed up lookin’ ragged and wild as all hell. we came together, right, lost people, fuckin’ sucks. but just when shit starts getting GOOD again, a guy callin’ himself Jesus comes to our doorsteps wanting us to fight some war. it feels like we’re livin’ in some fuckin’ horror show with BAD JOKES.”

[inperterritus]

   the brunette honestly didn’t know how to feel about the series of events about to throw down tomorrow, she was scared deep down inside because Kiera has NEVER had to take another human’s life who was breathing and not trying to pick at her flesh. she never wants to kill another, but that was all about to change tomorrow night and she was doing it for the group, the community and her brother — he would’ve wanted her to be strong and help out as much as she could.

    brown hues looked up to the male standing in front of her, shoving her hands in her front pockets to hide her shaken hands and offered a small smile to reassure him. “i’m pretty sure i’ll be fine, hopefully. you?”

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     “--yeah, I’ll be fine.” he almost parroted back to her, almost distracted. he didn’t like THINKING about it, but for the past two days, it was all he could think about. how would it feel? to hold someone’s LIFE in his hands? would he truly be able to do it when the time came? Heath always had a ( GAME FACE ) on, portraying a level of cool he rarely was. he wondered if everyone could tell. he wondered if he was becoming the weak link. “doesn’t matter what we hope, it’s gotta be done. like hell we’re gonna let this place be TAKEN again.” 

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               “Do you think it ever  gets easier?” He questions in a  soft tone,  voice descending to that of a whisper, like he’s afraid of other people  HEARING.

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    “you’d have to get that answer from someone else. but I sure as hell hope so.” there was a subtle roll of his eyes before he inhaled. the weight of the words he had just said coming back with a sharp sting. “--but then again, I don’t. I guess.”

[madeiit-deactivated20200904]

   The rejection was no worse than normal, and maybe even a little easier to take. Since he didn’t know her, he didn’t know she had killed two men. She had probably indirectly killed more, and she couldn’t even take a guess at how many walkers. ❝Next time? Ooh, I’ll have to check my CALENDAR…❞ Beth tried to disguise her hope, that she might be allowed to come out. But she very rapidly backtracked, reminding herself that nobody allowed her in or out. She could go whenever she wanted. It was a matter of what was smart. ❝But any kitchenware, it’d go a long way. There’s a lotta spoilage we could be avoiding, and some of the tools are rusting.❞

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  he could tell that his words bothered her, and that in turn bothered him. far be it for him to actually speak his mind, to CARE about the safety of his crew, to not want to mess up a ( good thing ). new blood usually spilled blood; that was his experience. it was nothing PERSONAL. 

    “nobody is sayin’ you can’t be helpful. if you didn’t know, my crew goes to the DEAD ZONE, deep in DC, it’s not a fuckin’ cake walk like some of the runs ya’ll have been on. we gotta know OUR SHIT, and since I don’t know your shit I can’t give you shit. and I mean it, next time, you can try out, we all had to. it’s not anything personal.”

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yo what’s up friends, just abt to get started on the daily drafts grind ™ . gotta mention something first. ended up watching damien last night, you know, that new show on a&e written by human trash bag glen mazzara. oh boy was it....something else. apart from using actual clips from the omen movies, and having this dead acted pilot, it was meme-tastic. poor bradley james, makes me want to watch merlin again :’(

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open starter.

               “I’m  scared  to die, but I’m  terrified  of living.”

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     “dying’s easy. you know, nothing’s a PROBLEM any more. but living, with what you’ve had to do, I’m still getting the hang of that one.” 

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[yummyinmytumbly]

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[queenchonne]

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My name is Megan Meza. I am 23 years old, I live in North Carolina and I have two sisters, Rachael and Emily. My family and I currently in dire need of help. My parents both passed away and Rachael and I have been trying desperately to make ends meet. It's hard when making low wages in food servi...

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all having a nice afternoon this Saturday. My friend Megan, who I met here on tumblr, is having a really hard time. Her mom passed away March 14th of last year. Megan and her sister, Rachael, have been trying hard to make ends meet. We all know how that is. How difficult it is to live off low wages. But, imagine being 23 years old working in food service, suffering from the loss of your parents and not having support other than your two siblings? After a year of working hard, Megan and sisters have run out of funds. As a result, they lost their car and got evicted from their home 3 days ago. Rachael and Megan have been living in a rental car since then and their youngest sister, Emily, is off at college. Please help me send loving prayers to these girls and if you are able to give an amount, they would be forever grateful! Thank you for your time!

Her personal blog is @spodgywaffles. Megan is also a TWD Maggie Greene roleplayer! Her blog is @laidre , she’s really exceptional at portraying that character through writing. :D 

[laidre]

Hey everyone so I have a bit of good news, my brother is allowing us to stay with him, but we only have until Monday to get all of our belongings out of the place or it’ll be throw out. My family can’t afford to start over all again, and there’s things of my parents that are irreplaceable. I need help securing a moving truck and storage unit so we don’t lose everything again. Please, I feel bad asking but if you could spread this around and help it get out there? it would mean the world to my family.

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hey guys, gotta go lay down here since my knee is bothering me. feel free to send me some asks ic or ooc while i’m gone!!! alternatively, i’m literal trash.

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▌ &. @paulrcvia.

    after the guns had cooled off, and the blood had dried, all that was left was the stench. the metallic undertones of the RED mixing with the dust of bullets and drywall. all the man was left with was a sense of accomplishment but it felt WRONG. he shouldn’t be ( proud ) of their SLAUGHTER. but fueled with adrenaline from the fire-fight, where it was TWO against SIX...his emotions were a little off kilter to say the least. he stood next to the relative stranger that had welcomed them into this terrifying NEW WORLD. 

          “--thanks for saving my ass, man.” there was an airy chuckle that Heath wasn’t necessarily known for. narrowing eyes regard the man, a brow quirks up, “but what the hell did you get us into?”

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▌ &. @deliverybcy.

     he wasn’t handling it well at all. all he could think about how he was supposed to be able to do these things now. it was like taking down the ROAMERS, but it wasn’t. and all he could feel inside was a tremendous hole, and a shame that spread throughout his veins. he didn’t carry his weight, he didn’t put up when it was TIME; when it really mattered. of course, he had KILLED those people persuing them, OF COURSE, it was necessary. that was WAR, life and death in an instant. but ( sleeping people? ) arguably DEFENSELESS & INNOCENT? he wasn’t COLD BLOODED. but when he looked at the others, at Daryl, at Rick, Michonne-- it didn’t seem to phase them. 

     “how do you think they do it? it seems so easy. and I KNOW it’s not. but they’re just so confident. so SURE they’re doing the right thing.”

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         Just go —- Don’t look back! Your life means more to me than my own if it means keeping you alive