HIATUS.

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this  job  …  we  try  to  save  as  many  people  as  we  can.   sometimes  that  doesn’t  mean  everybody.   but  if  we  can’t  find  a  way  to  live  with  that,   next  time  …   maybe  nobody  gets  saved.

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secret santa here! Hope you're having a lovely day! be on the lookout for something from me in the week!

ahhhh  hello sweetness  !!  i’ve had a pretty good day thank you,  i hope you’re having a wonderful day too uwu.  and   !!!   im so excite omg, you’re the most precious.  <3

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             peeks  in      hi  hello  i  am  here,  sorry  for  disappearing  for  a  bit  aH.   but  !  have  this  STARTER  CALL,    my  loves.   turn  the  heart  red  if  you'd  like  something  from  rick  uwu.

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             eyes  widened,   his  beautiful  baby  girl  held  in  the  arms  of  the  man  he  deemed  as  nothing  but  pure  EVIL  --  he  wasn't  even  supposed  to  know  about  her,   rick  was  supposed  to  keep  her  SAFE,   even  if  none  of  them  could  guarantee their  own  safety.   head  shook,   stepping  closer  towards  the  place  he  now  called  home,   the  place  where  NEGAN   now  sat  upon  the  porch,   judith  held  in  his  arms.   his  stomach  dropped,  especially  since  she  wasn't  fussing,   she  wasn't  even  crying  ;  if  anything,   he  could  hear  her  quiet  coo's  --  oh  if  only  she  knew  what  a  MONSTER  he  was,   if  only  her  innocent  mind  understand  how  horrific  this  man  truly  was,   the  one  who  spoke  to  her  as  if  he  were  pure sunshine,   as  if  he  hadn't  done  a  damn  thing  wrong  ;   rick  now unable  to  shift  the  obvious  nausea  from  the  pit  of  his  stomach. 

              ❝  you  leave  her  alone,  y-you  --   ❞          FEAR  ;  it  etched  into  his  veins  like  cement,  permanently  evident  whenever  negan was  around,   and  now  more  so  that  judith  was  involved  --  how  was  this  remotely  close  to  keeping  her  safe  ?          ❝  ...   don't  --  d-don't  hurt  her,  she's  just  --  she's  just  a  baby  ...   ❞  

@hctdiggity        /       starter just cause ily.

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this  job  …  we  try  to  save  as  many  people  as  we  can.   sometimes  that  doesn’t  mean  everybody.   but  if  we  can’t  find  a  way  to  live  with  that,   next  time  …   maybe  nobody  gets  saved.

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           i want to look like somebody who could CUT YOU yet still bakes cookies in his spare time  ♡

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Your secret santa here! I hope you're having a lovely day! I do have a question for you, what inspires you to write rick? <3

hello my lovely secret santa  !!  i’m having a pretty good day thank u,  i hope you’re having a lovely day too.   but with rick,  he’s been my fave since i started watching twd,  i love how much he’s changed and transformed as a character  ;  and how even now,  seven seasons later we’re still seeing different sides to him and it honestly just makes me hella grimes trash,  oop.  i love being able to write him like that though,  like in all these different headspaces and aspects of him as a character.  i just really love rick grimes ok, he makes me v emotional and 99.9% of the time i wanna wrap him up in blankets,  pet his head and tell him it’ll be ok.

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sooooo ;   i woke up this morning just shy of my two month anniversary to 1000 followers  &   i’m honestly so mind-blown  ??   i’ve been roleplaying for a long while,  in many different fandoms,   but honestly,  i’ve never felt so accepted   &  loved as i have than with negan   &  i legit have ALL YOU GUYS to thank for that.   me  &  negan wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you  &   i’m so damn grateful,  you have no idea.   i was planning on doing a bias list but considering i already did that last month for 500 followers  ??   i’ve decided to do a small ICON GIVEAWAY.  nothing fancy i know,   but icons are about the only thing i feel i can decently offer you fabulous folk lmao.

examples  –

PRIZES FOR RANDOMLY SELECTED WINNERS:   first prize   —-   150 icons of your chosen FC   ;   second prize   —-   100 icons of your chosen FC    ;    third prize   —-   50 icons of your chosen FC   (   PSD can be included among all prizes   )

RULES:  must be following me,  ofc   /   don’t unfollow after the prize ends,  you will be blocked ‘cos gross   /    only reblogs count  &  reblog as much as you want  !!   just don’t spam ur followers   /    must get to 20notes in order for giveaway to even happen~

GIVEAWAY ENDS 20TH DECEMBER ‘16   /   GOOD LUCK   !!   ♡ ♡

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Send me a faceclaim and I’ll tell you who they’d be in my muse’s life as a NPC

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@ingriimes 💔’d for a starter

Blood   drips    down    from    the    top   of    his   forehead   as    he    stares   at   the   stranger, BRUISED KNEECAPS   and   BROKEN GLASS   embedded    into   his   forearms,  cheek   and he’s   pretty    sure    he’s    got   a   BROKEN ARM   but   he   can’t   tell   because   of   the ADRENALINE   coursing   through   his   veins. 

“That’s-that’s not my NAME.” It’s    weakly    said    with   a    shaky   voice    trying   to    be   FIRM and   BRAVE, but   he’s   not   sure   that    he    can    sound   any   of    those   things   anymore   now   that’s    he’s   BLOODIED   and   BROKEN   like    this. He   can’t   even   go   a    full WEEK without   getting   himself    hurt    or    in   some   kind   of   mess,   pitiful. 

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            the  only  thing  that  rick  could  currently  see  infront  of  him  was  his  son,   beaten  and  bloodied,  bruised  and  evidently  in  pain  --  yet  an  attempt  to  reach  out  and  help  him  had  been  stopped  in  its  tracks  as  protests  spilled  from  the  opposing  ;   that  wasn't  his  name  ?   brows  furrowed  in  confusion,   heart  racing  since  all  he  wanted  to  do  was  HELP,   he  just  wanted  to  make  sure  that  he  was  okay,   yet  he  couldn't  understand  fully  what  was  going  on  here.

             ❝  wh-what  do  you  mean  ?   did  you  hit  your  head  ?   you  know  who  i  am,  right  ?  ❞             now  the  worry  was  truly  setting  in,   rick  believing  that  this  was  CARL  standing  infront of  him,   with  no  recollection  of  who  he  was  or  even  who  his  own  self  was  --  completely  unaware  that  this  infact,   wasn't  even  his  son  at  all,   but  with  his  panic  and  concern,   it  was  all  he  could  see.

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hctdiggity :

    ❛   GOD DAMN  if that lie ain’t going straight to my motherfucking soul    !!   ❜   argue perhaps,  if negan even has one anymore.       ❛  c’mon,   rick.   ain’t like you to be DISHONEST,   riiiight   &   i don’t want my FAVORITE   —-   crap … wait,  second favorite,   grimes falling to the fucking curse of Pinocchio.   that shit ain’t damn attractive   !!   ❜

            ❝  only  thing  i'm  crazy  about  is  --  ❞             (   killing  you  )    he  knew  better  than  to  stray  back  into  that  territory,   last  time  he  had  threatened  negan  like that,   he  was  almost  forced  to  chop  his  own  sons  arm  off,   there  was  no  way  he  was  putting  him  through  that  again.   head  shook  slightly,   tongue  bit  down  upon  as  a  slight  growl  escaped  his  lips.            ❝  don't  care  who  you  wanna  mark  as  your  favorites,   just  do  what  you  gotta  do  and  get  the  hell  outta  my  face.  ❞

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     the grief and sorrow is there, hanging like a dark cloud over both their heads. maggie is a child who lost her parent, and rick is a parent who lost both his children. carl, at least, could very well have gotten out on his own, if not with someone else. but judith — she doesn’t even want to consider what could have happened to the sweet little girl they’ve all come to consider their own. her heart aches for rick and for herself as well. her father is dead, and she has no clue where glenn and beth are. it seems as though they’ve been on the road for days, constantly alternating between walking and running. few words have been exchanged since they made it out of the prison, though it’s not for lack of trying. there are so many things maggie would like to say to this man, this great man who has always taken care of her and her family, but she can’t seem to get any of them out. 

     it’s beginning to get dark outside when she finally calls out to him. ‘ rick. ’ with the darkness comes a slight chill that has her folding her arms across her chest in an effort stay warm. ‘ we should try an’ find somewhere to stay tonight. outside or inside, it doesn’t matter. but we both could use the rest. ’

@ingriimes.

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           things  had  gotten  so  far  out  of  hand  that  rick  wasn't  even  sure  how  he  was  supposed  to  come  back  from  it.   he  had  lost  everything,   carl  ... judith  --  they  were  both  gone,   he  had  no  idea  where  they  were,  whether  they  were  dead  or  alive,   if  they  were  lost  or  with  others  from  the  group  ;  there  was  no  way  of  knowing  unless  he  was  able  to  find  them,   and  he'd  never  stop  until  he  did  just  that.   maggie  had  been  the  only  one  that  had  found  her  way  out  of  the  prison  with  him,   the  two  sticking  by  one  anothers  side  through  the  horrifying  aftermath,   both  of  them  having  lost  those  close  to  them  and  in  all honesty,   the  only  way  he  was  even  slightly  coping  right  now,   was  all because  of  her  being  right  here  with  him.    hearing  her  say  his  name  caused  him  to  stop,   turning  to  face  her  as  he  noticed  her  attempt  to  keep  warm,   an action  that  instantly  prompted  him  to  walk  towards  her,   one  arm  tightly  wrapping  around  her  shoulder  from  the  side  as  he  pulled  her  close  to  him  ;  they  needed  to  stay  together,   no  matter  what.   

            ❝  i  think  there's  some  houses  not  to  far  down  the  road,   we  could  clear  it  and  spend  the  night  there  ...  get  some  rest  and  get  back  on  the  move  in  the  morning  ?   you  be  up  for  that  ?  ❞

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@ingriimes | continued from here

          michonne reaches out slowly, hesitant to touch           him lest he fall apart under her hand. he’s been           strong for so long but it seems like he’s bound           to BREAK at any second. she laces her fingers           through his, squeezes gently. there’s no getting           back what he’d lost, she knew. glenn was dead.           abraham was dead and all the vengeance in the           world wouldn’t fix that. she knows she’s no good           at problems she can’t swing a sword at, but she           tries. for rick, she’s got to. “-we…” she stops,           takes a deep breath, starts over. “ we have to           live,” she says, voice slow and measured, glenn’s           words echoing in her ears. “ because they don’t           get to.”

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           feeling  her  hand  in  his  own  instantly  brought  a  wave  of  calm  over  him,   allowing  his  fingers  to  curl  around  her  own  in  return  as  a  soft  yet  shaken  sigh  streamed  from  his  lips.   nodding  his  head,   he  knew  that  she  was  right,   that  they  had  to  keep  going  for  the  sake  of  those  who  no  longer  could,   they  had  to  keep  fighting  to  keep  eachother  safe  and  alive.   blue  orbs  gazed  up  towards  michonne,   feeling  a  little  less  alone  whenever  she  was  right  here  at  his  side.            ❝  i  know  ...  and  we  will.   i  don't  know  if  there's  a  way  outta  this,  but   --  i'll  find  it  if  there  is,   WE'LL  find  it.  ❞

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           when  it  came  to  negan,   rick  knew  by  now  that  he  wasn't  exactly  one  to  be  messed  around  with,   he  wasn't  someone  to  call  out  on  a  bluff  and  he  most  certainly  wasn't  one to  try  and  go  toe  to  toe  with  unless  you  knew  you  were  the  one  getting  out  alive.   yet,   for  the  first  time  in  a  while,   rick  had  had  enough  of  merely  laying  down  and  showing  his  belly,   he was  tired  of  willingly  doing  whatever  the  hell  negan  wanted  from  him  and  thus,   he  had  stood  his  ground  in  the  heat  of  the  moment  and  essentially  told  the  opposing  male  that  if  he  wanted  him  to  do  something  ?  he'd  have  to  physically  MAKE  him  do  it.   despite  his  exterior  of  standing  up  for  himself  and  becoming  defensive,   rick  couldn't  deny  that  his  heart  was  pounding  within  confines  of  his  chest,   nerves  were  surging  throughout  his  veins  like  wildfire  and  shivers  tingled  down  his  spine,   especially  as  the  gap  between  the  two  was  now  entirely  bridged.    but  he  still  refused  to  back  down,   lump  in  his  throat  swallowed  as  he  took  a  short  breath,   blue  orbs  glaring  back  towards  negan.       

             ❝  ----------  you  want  me  to  do  your  dirty  work,   then  MAKE  ME.  ❞

@hctdiggity      //      continued.

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          ‘   …   rick.  open the gate.   ’     //     @ingriimes.

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           as  soon  as  he  heard  her  voice,   there  was  no  hesitation,   gate  pulled  open  to  allow  her  to  come  back  inside.            ❝  ...  where  did  you  go  ?   are  you  okay  ?  ❞

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           brows  furrowed  towards  dimitri  as  he  noticed  him  headed  for  the  gates  with  the  rucksack  upon  his  frame  --  surely  he  wasn't  leaving,   he  had  to  have  known  the  risks  and  the  DANGERS  of  walking  out  from  the  safety  of  alexandria  and  into  the  world  where  there  was  no  semblance  of  protection  left.   stopping  what  he  was doing,  rick  then  walked  towards  the  younger  with  confusion  and  concern  etched  upon  his  features  ;  there  was  no  way  he  would  let  him  leave,   he  couldn't  allow  himself  to  simply  watch  as  someone  he  cared  about  took  off,   never  to  know  if  he  was  even  still  alive,   or  whether  the  dead  had  gotten  to  him.            ❝  ...  where  you  off  to  with  all  your  stuff,   huh  ?   hope  you  ain't  plannin'  on  leavin',   dimitri,  it  ain't  safe  out  there.  ❞            soft  sigh  escaped  his  lips  as  he  spoke,   worry  coursing  throughout  his  veins  like  wildfire  since  he  couldn't  help  but  wonder  what  had  suddenly  caused  him  to  decide  it  was  time  to  up  and  leave.            ❝  what's  goin'  on  ?   talk  to  me.   ❞

@acccptme      //      continued.