KIND / FIGHTER

indie Paul Rovia from amc's The Walking Dead. Private and Highly Selective. Please read rules before interacting.

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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PAUL CAN NOW BE FOUND OVER HERE

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*taps on mic* is this thing still on?

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beaniesandmachetes:

MAYBE  THE  BAR  IS  A  CONSTANT  that  he  doesn’t  know  he  needs. The  same  people  are  always  there  as  well  as  the  owner.  Most  of  the  patrons  are  regulars  just  as  he  is  and  he  can  usually  count  on  people  not  bothering  him.  Jake  isn’t  much  of  a  talker  these  days  anyway.   The  meeting  at  the  office  hadn’t  gone  expected  either,  almost  landing  in  them  firing  him  anyway  after a  shouting  match.  The words  of  his captain  still  ring  in  his  ears  which  only  makes  him  want  to  drink more. 

                “CLEAN UP  OR  WE’LL HAVE  NO  CHOICE.” 

The  memory  makes  him  close  his  eyes  tightly  for  a  moment  before  opening  them again  at  the  sound  of  the man’s  voice.  A  slight  shrug  is  all  he  gives  for  a long  moment  as  he watches  the  man   refill  his  drink.  “Every  day  is  a  long  day  lately.”  It’s  the most  he’s  said  in  this  bar  from  the  first  time  he  set  foot  in  it.  That’s a  start  right? 

          Most of his patrons would smile, nod, and END the conversation, before it began. If Paul was lucky, he would have someone to exchange a few sentences with, but mostly, people waited for the drink, then returned to whatever it was they were doing. Really, he EXPECTED the same with this man. Instead, he’d gotten something that was asking to be turned into a conversation. The question now was: would he do it? The man didn’t seem like he wanted to be bothered, but Paul had noticed him come in, a few times a week. He figured, he’d AT LEAST introduce himself to his loyal customer.

          The last bit of the man’s drink was poured, and Paul walked over to give it to him. “Have you ever been to Alaska?” he said, giving the patron his drink. “I haven’t, but I’ve heard the sun sets for only TWO HOURS, before it comes back up again. I can’t imagine how long those days must feel.” He said, throwing a rag over his shoulder. “Anyways, my name is Paul. I’ve seen you a couple of times, and I figured I’d say hello.”

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DARYL:

HE FALLS SILENT, gaze lingers on the way the sun hits Judith’s curls, mind reflects on how long he’s known her for. It’s almost unbelievable to imagine that he’s been there since her birth, and she’s grown up SO FAST —- he’d barely noticed it until he remembers taking care of her at the prison. “Yeah,” he says, and though there’s no smile visible on his features, it’s in his voice. “Been lookin’ after her since she was jus’ a day old. She used t’ be tiny, y’ wouldn’t believe it.”

          Paul created a picture in his head, of Daryl with a NEWBORN in his arm, protecting her at all costs. The though brought a smile to the man’s face. Eye’s fell to the toddler, as she tucked hers head into the taller man’s arms. She looked comfortable and SAFE in the other man’s arms. Judging by what Daryl said, Paul knew she really was safe. It was a drastic contrast from seeing Daryl murder a man right in front of him, to being so GENTLE with Judith. “She’s lucky to have you. We all are,” he said, reaching to play with the toddlers blonde locks. 

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beaniesandmachetes:

HE’LL LEAVE OUT THE PART about hitting his head and having damn near a concussion. The only thing that truly matters is the fact that Paul is with him. They are both okay for the most part. When it comes to the other man, Jacoby won’t take one second for granted because the war is FAR from over. Anything can happen at any time and if he let’s anything stand in the way of their moments together he would never forgive himself. Eyes close as Paul’s hands rest on his neck and let lets his own reciprocate the same gesture to the other. When he opens them knowing just how tall Paul is and how far he has to look down. Fingers twist within the man’s long hair absentmindedly as Paul speaks. “I’m fine, Paul. I’ve got a bit of a headache. I think I fell on something and cut my arm but I’M FINE.”  

          In complete honesty, Paul DIDN’T believe him. If there was one thing he’d learned about Jake, it was their was more to him, that he’d allow people to see. Most didn’t notice, but Paul DID, and maybe that’s why he felt the way he did about Jake. It was a kind of bond they shared that he hadn’t had with someone. That being said, Paul didn’t protest. He had learned that Jake would come to him, if, and when, he was ready. That’s where TRUST would come in. Meanwhile, Paul would be PATIENT. He’d work with what he had, until he had more. The shorter man nodded, and staying as he was, wishing it could last LONGER, but there were things that needed to be done. Right now, it meant tending to Jacoby’s small injuries. “Let’s go get you looked at. I heard there’s a new doctor? Have you met him yet?”

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CLEMENTINE:

        people NORMALLY remarked on her name, either saying it was pretty or something about the fruit. thankfully, he chose the first option. not that the second bothered her, it just got really OLD, really fast. even if it sometimes remined her of the jokes her dad used to make.  ❝ it’s weird. ❞ she said, frowning softly, the hint of a smile on her lips.  ❝ that we have to get used to feeling SAFE. ❞ but she knew it was because safety was temporary. it would END when they least expected. so she had to EXPECT IT. and expecting it meant she couldn’t get used to it. 

        ❝ not yet, no. ❞ how did she not notice how hungry she was? maybe that’s something she WAS used to.  ❝ yeah, let’s go. ❞ no harm in having lunch with someone right?  ❝ so… when did you get used to it? the people and the safety? ❞

          He’d waited before the younger girl began to walk, before he followed here. Sky blue eyes GAZED at the people before him, as they headed towards the food tables. Everyone seemed to be working together. It was a mix of different people from each camp, interacting with each other as though they were FINALLY one group. This was the closest thing to a thriving COMMUNITY, he’d seen since the end had first began. With those three soft-spoken words, Paul knew Clementine had a point. It wasn’t normal to see people working together to survive. But then again, Paul was used to being alone for the majority of his life. That was his ‘NORMAL’.

          Jesus tilted his head, looking at the girl, as they walked along side each other. “You know, I don’t think I have ever have gotten used to it, not COMPLETELY, I mean. It’s gotten easier, but I think, with everything that’s going on, it’s best to always be prepared.” Gloved hands reached for a plate as they arrived to the food. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t take a minute to relax, every now and then,” he said with a smile. 

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you know what? i’m about to say it: i’m finally gonna attempt to do drafts.

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discord drop —> IT'S SHITHEAD#1662

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brb gonna try to bring a shitty oc back to life