❀ OH GRACE !

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             i’m  being  deprived  of  chicken nuggets from my dad @carcrushed  :T   will anyone take me? 

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Thousands and thousands of other beautiful things that were just as terrified to die as we are. We gave them new life. Good one, I hope.

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* ✿  coraline

    “yeah but i’m curious! i’ve been out there before… it’ll be fine!” she tries, pleading one last time. as soon as the other girl yields to her, she clambers up the few remaining steps and gazes OVER their protective fence. she stares at the walkers groaning and roaming around the perimeter, as well as memorizing in all the nature around them. she may be taking longer than gracie expects but HEY, she doesn’t know when she’ll see this again; she’s taking her time to remember it. “i’ll be down in a sec, gracie!”

                 throat itches to yell,  to  tell her to climb down but no one really taught her the meaning of fast or the timing of it.  ❛     i’m gonna count to five real soon!     ❜   threat hangs,  ready to run and tell if she doesn’t keep her promise real soon.  ❛    if  you don’t come down at five, i’m telling daddy tonight,     ❜  hands cup around her mouth,  as she just feels this odd feeling of guilt or rather fear of getting caught.  ❛   1  . .  2  . .  3  . .  3 and 1/2    ❜  

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      * ✿  daddy / continued from here ( x )

                 crayons scattered all around her, butcher paper pushed every now and than, when she needed the room.  one by one, she picked up the necessary color for the picture she had in mind, most concerning the color green, blue, and pink.  it’s sort of a diary, one that depicts yesterday and today --- one that would eventually be hung up in her room.  

                 head lifts, as her hand doesn’t remove from the paper,  filling in the shape she drew with the crayon called baby blue.  giving her full attention to one daddy that’s present at the time, words that fill her ear and spark a thought in her brain.  ❛    like a list?     ❜   she’s  seen it before,  items in a row,  one that didn’t make sense till someone explained it to her.  ❛    i can do that,     ❜ she’s already positioning herself, chest against the floor as she pushes the roll some more.  room was available now for her to make a list of things she wanted to talk about.  why they didn’t let the tired man in?  why couldn’t they go outside?  endless of why’s that might be difficult to explain tonight.  

                crayon stops,   the little girl advised to listen to mr. grimes like daddy and him.  feet swing up and down, as head nods.  ❛    don’t touch or talk and listen to judy’s daddy!   ❜  repeating his words back, so he knew she was listening.  ❛     does that mean, even if they are hurt?    ❜ that’s when she tries to poke a hole in the question.  

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* ✿ daddy

a   tiny   person   made   up   of   THE   BEST  CONTRADICTIONS   .   the   SOFTEST   hair   ,   the   BLUEST   eyes   ,   the   CUTEST   little   doll   face          the   GROSSEST   kid   in   all   of   Alexandria   .   eric   would   watch   as   his   little   princess   dangled   the   FAUX   NIGHT   CRAWLERS   off   of   her   fork   ,   forever   grateful   that   fate   had   seen   it   fit   to   send   someone   like   her   .

reaching   over   to   pull   the   bottom   of   a   pink   sleeve   out   of   red   sauce   ,   eric   momentarily   morphed   into   his   mother   ,   turning   a   few   seconds   of   fun   into   A   TEACHABLE   MOMENT   .  ━━ & ❛   gracie   ,   did   you          lift   your   arm   up   ,   sweetie          did   you   know   that   if   you’re   ever   somewhere   without   food   ,   you   can   eat   REAL   worms   ?   ❜                        

                twirling her fork,  a little whirlpool  of  sauce forms on her plate as she gathers enough noodles to scoop into her mouth.  taking a bite, elbows lift the moment she was instructed to,  quickly switching the fork into her other hand, to feed herself.  stained sleeve extends towards her daddy,  allowing him to adjust to what he deemed appropriate. she’s listening to every word and her face scrunches at the mention of actually eating worms.  

                 swallowing whatever food was left,  digits pinch at the towel near her hand.  wiping her mouth before she spoke  ❛     i  don’t think i want to eat worms, daddy  ---  can’t  we eat  a flower or a berry?   ❜  brow raise, as she turns to face him, in her chair.  ❛    i can’t eat something that’s alive.  won’t that hurt the worm?     ❜   plus, who would want to eat an insect?  maybe hershel jr. but not her.  

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 ﹡ ✿ maggie greene rhee  / @followinghislead

                 ❛    mrs. maggie,  why  can’t we go outside the gates and play?     ❜  they were always inside, never stepping outside.  every now and than, when they opened the gates to allow people in and out,  she’d peak. there were houses outside and cars, it seemed alright and when she insisted they go for a walk outside, they’d suggest otherwise.   ❛     is it because we aren’t old enough yet?  judith, hershel, and i?    ❜

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 ﹡ ✿ daryl  / @brokenarcher

               ❛     are you going out again?    ❜   hands rest on the seat of the motorcycle, leather brushed against the tip of her fingers.   she hums for a moment,  wondering if it was to much to ask  but  she couldn’t stop herself from thinking it  ❛    if you can,  will you bring me back more crayons?  mine are almost gone,     ❜  feet do a little dance on their own, as knees bent with the silent rhythm.   ❛     please?     ❜

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   ﹡ ✿ judy’s daddy * rick / @lcsthumanity​

                 ❛    mr. grimes,  there’s  something  making  raspy  noises,    ❜  she heard  it,  they  heard it.  judith and her had been near the walls, chalk scrapping at the metal to fill it with butterflies and anything that came to mind.   ❛   i  think  it’s  an  animal,  ❜  digits clutch at his pants,  as her other arm points in another direction. 

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                “Always the INNOCENT are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.”

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                ﹡ ✿  look in the mirror and what do you see?  a starer call from gracie and me !

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                “     It’s giving everything up, right up until your own life. But either your hearts beating or it isn’t. Your loved ones’ hearts are beating or they aren’t. We take what they give us, so that we can live.      ”

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                 when gracie first sees a walker,  she just thinks they’re really sick !

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                  gracie  raleigh  aesthetic   /    1 out of  ???   /   please do not reblog

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                amazing grace,  how  sweet  the  sound   /    gracies biological parents

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   ﹡ ✿ claire / @cerisetheai​

                 ❛    how come we can’t go outside?      ❜  fingertips press against the iron wall,  one that barricades them from what’s outside.   ❛   is it because it’s bad out there?    ❜  head tilts,  as her fingers withdraw from the wall and close to her chest, she twiddles, forming  a thought of her wildest imagination of what waited for her outside.