𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙍𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙔.

[miserybled-archived]

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YOU  TELL  THEM  I’M  COMING  AND 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐌𝐄 .  / JOHN  HENRY  “DOC”  HOLLIDAY.   canon  divergent,  history  and  wynonna  earp  based,  written  by  catie.  graphic  and  mature  content  and  triggering  themes  present , follow  at  your  own  risk . graphic by rylanmakes .

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independent  /  private  /  selective   captain john price   from call of duty’s modern warfare series.   headcanon heavy.   please read rules and about before interacting.   personals do not reblog.   written by ninja.

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𝗜  𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗪  𝗢𝗟𝗗,  𝙒𝘼𝙍  𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎  𝙉𝙊𝙏.   i  am  equal  parts  gift  and  curse     –     i  am  tired.  but  even  as  i  draw  weary,  i  must  not  surrender  my  cause.

[darlingshane]

Jon Bernthal in ’The Peanut Butter Falcon’ (2019)

[darlingshane]

Jon Bernthal in ’The Peanut Butter Falcon’ (2019)

[vaememes]

*  the  walking  dead  prompts.

nsfw   and   triggering   themes   and   mentions   may   be   present,   such   as   blood,   gore,   murder,   death.

❛ It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up. ❜

❛ My people have guns. Yours don’t. ❜

❛ You keep choosing this life, you will die. ❜

❛ If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. ❜

❛ They don’t attack this place. They don’t kill us. ❜

❛ Most of the people here don’t even know how to fight, even if we had ammo. ❜

❛ We need food. You have it. We’re willing to work for it. ❜

❛ Confrontation’s never been something we’ve had trouble with. ❜

❛ Y'all are worse than a bunch of evangelical second graders. ❜

❛ I’m still me, but better. I lost everything and it made me stronger. ❜

❛ I killed so that I could live. I stopped counting when I hit double digits. ❜

❛ You wanna make today your last day on Earth? ❜

❛ What if it’s the last day on Earth for you? Or someone you love? ❜

❛ I’m a sinner. I sin almost every day.  ❜

❛ It was a sanctuary. People came and took this place. ❜

❛ I’ve been bitten, you stupid pricks! I’m tainted meat! ❜

❛ We can walk away, and we will never cross paths again! ❜

❛ Nightmares end. They shouldn’t end who you are. ❜

❛ The second it isn’t, the second we lose sight of that, it’s all over.. ❜

❛ We’re all gonna die and you let this happen for nothing. ❜

❛ Welcome to the human race, asshole. ❜

❛ You’re not the person people think you are. ❜

❛ Why don’t you say what’s really on your mind? ❜

❛ Some days, I don’t know what the hell to think. ❜

❛ You had no idea what you were talking about, did you? Did you?! ❜

❛ You hear me? I’m not giving up! People like me– people like me, they can live. ❜

❛ I like it here. I like the people. But… they’re weak, and I don’t want us to get weak too. ❜

❛ Yeah, you used to be somebody’s, huh? Now you’re just yours. ❜

❛ You know, everyone’s been through it somehow. Everyone. ❜

❛ I met a lot of bad people out here doing a lot of bad shit. ❜

❛ The evidence seems to go in that direction. ❜

❛ You well know that I’m not combat ready or even for that matter combat inclined. ❜

❛ God, you’re really that much of a coward? ❜

❛ It’s their world. We’re just living in it. ❜

❛ You don’t go outside those walls anymore. Not by yourself, not with anyone else. ❜

❛ It’s gonna get people killed. It’s already gotten people killed. ❜

❛ Play your cards right, maybe you don’t have to die. ❜

❛ Things don’t get better because you– you want them to. ❜

❛ Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. ❜

❛ When you care about people, hurt is kind of part of the package. ❜

❛ I’m gonna take a group out. Best not waste any more time. ❜

❛ When I fell on my ass, they should have just left me out there. ❜

❛ Everything we’ve been working so hard to keep out, it found its way in. ❜

❛ Everybody makes it, till they don’t. ❜

❛ I killed two people and you haven’t said a word about it. ❜

❛ You can’t think forever. Sooner or later, you’ve got to make a move.. ❜

❛ I mean, what the hell is going on in this cabin? Were they storing those biters? ❜

❛ I could use a vacation. Get away. Just for a weekend. ❜

❛ Is this what you want? Is this what any one of you want? ❜

❛ Now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates you’re one of us. ❜

❛ Get in your cars, get your guns. We go in, kill them all! ❜

❛ I’m a piece of shit. Why would you want my help? ❜

❛ I’m sorry. I’m not very good at making boys your age laugh. ❜

❛ So you tell me how in the holy hell did you possibly kill this truck? ❜

❛ We’re not too far gone. We get to come back. ❜

[miserybled-archived]

𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬.

        each  passing  day  was  making  it  more  difficult  to  navigate  in  the  city.  the  streets  were  full  of  wandering  corpses,  the  stuff  of  NIGHTMARES  was  the  new  status quo.  even  with  the  overcrowding  andy  couldn’t  leave.  this  was  the  last  place  she’d  seen  her  brother and  her  best  friend.  it  had  been  twelve  days  since  they’d  gotten  separated  in  the  shopping  center  and  the  crowds  had  been  so  thick  since  that  it  made  it  IMPOSSIBLE  to  go  back.  scavenging  was  difficult  to  do  on  her  own,  and  what  little  supplies  she  had  left  fit  into  the  small  backpack  she  carried.          leaving  the  confines  of  the  makeshift  shelter  she’d  fortified  was  a  CALCULATED  RISK.  it  was  dangerous  to  travel  any  distance  unarmed  and  alone.  there  was  just  no  other  choice  if  she  wanted  to  stay  hydrated  and  not  starve.  the  location  she’d  scouted  was  a  nearby  corner  market,  and  it  had  looked  pretty  intact.  probably because  the  front  entrance  was  blocked  off  by  an  upturned  car,  but  she’d  seen  a  back  entrance  worth  looking  into.  only  she  notices  while  approaching  that  the  door  is  no  longer  protected  by  the  security  chain  that  had  been  there  a  few  days  prior  and  was  now  standing  slightly  ajar.          andy’s  pulse  picks  up,  breath  shaky  as  she  takes  a  step  forward.  she  didn’t  come  all  this  way  for  NOTHING,  and  knowing  the  risk  she  still  slips  silently  into  the  building.  she  only  has  a  second  to  regret  her  choice  as  she  quickly  finds  herself  staring  at  the  business  end  of  a  shotgun. ❝i’m  not  infected,❞  is  whispered  as  she  tries  to  keep  herself  from  trembling.  the  fear  coiling  in  her  stomach  was  almost  paralyzing,  meeting  another  person  could  prove  even  more  DANGEROUS  than  a  flesh-crazed  monster.  |  plotted-ish starter  @miserybled··

                         𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥  𝗜𝗦  𝗢𝗡  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥,  ready  to  pull  it  and  run,  get  away  from  whatever  this  is.  it’s  a  risk,  one  he  couldn’t  have,  one  he  didn’t  know  existed.  if  he  did,  he  wouldn’t  have  came,  would’ve  found  somewhere  else  to  hold  up  at.  he  couldn’t  risk  anything  because  he  had  people  to  take  care  of  now.    ❝    couldn’t  give  two  shits  if  you  were  or  not  kid,  put  the  bag  down  and  put  your  hands  up,  I’m  gonna  pat  you  down  and  check  for  a  weapon  then  we  can  talk.    ❞      barrel  of  the  gun  lifts  a  little,  motioning  for  her  to  toss  the  bag  to  the  side.    ❝    toss  it  over  there  in  that  corner,  you  can  get  it  back  in  a  second  alright?    ❞    face  twitches,  the  urge  to  soften  grows  stronger  with  each  passing  second.  she’s  just  a  kid.  a  voice  in  the  back  of  his  head  tells  him.  just  like  the  ones  at  the  school.  just  like  the  ones  you’re  trying  to  take  care  of.  head  shakes  trying  to  shake  away  the  softness,  teeth  clenching,  and  with  no  luck,  the  gun  lowers  some,  still  pointed  at  the  girl  but  not  as  in  her  face  as  before.    ❝    hurry  up  kid,  their  ain’t  much  daylight  left.    ❞

[miserybled-archived]

𝑨𝑹𝑪   𝟎𝟎𝟑:    𝑾𝑬  𝑨𝑹𝑬  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮  𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫.

𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑲  𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺  𝑰𝑺  𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫.  after  getting  lori  and  carl  to  safety,  shane  turned  back  and  on  foot  went  to  find  rick  grimes  reanimated  corpse  wandering  the  halls  of  the  hospital.  with  a  bullet  in  zombie  rick’s  head  and  tears  in  shane’s  eyes  he  knew  it  was  time  to  step  up  and  be  a  man.

below  the  cut  are  some  important  bullet  points  for  this  verse.  (  this  will  be  edited  as  I  continue  my  rewatch.  )

𝑺𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵  𝟏.

+  the  group  does  go  out  to  gather  supplies,  but  without  the  commotion  rick  caused  they  are  able  to  escape  bringing  everyone  back  safely  including  merle.

+    after  the  group  returns  safely  shane  and  glenn  leave  the  next  day  to  go  and  get  the  guns  from  the  station.  he  knew  they’d  be  there,  he  was  planning  on  getting  them  but  rick  got  to  them  first.  they  return  safely  with:

         -    the  guns  and  ammo          -     the  sheriff’s  hat  and  with  lori’s  permission,  shane  gives  it  to  carl          -     clothes  that  had  been  gathered  at  the  station  for  donation  /  left  by  the                             employees          -     bed  rolls  ,  cots,  pillows  &  blankets          -     shampoos,  conditioners  &  body  washes          -     gasoline  from  the  cruisers          -     canned  goods  and  nonperishables  that  had  been  collected  for  donation          -     medical  supplies          -     two  working  generators (  all  of  this  was  locked  away  where  only  officers  with  keys  could  get  it,  most  turned  before  due  to  trying  to  evacuate  and  quarantine,  shane  was  given  time  off  due  to  rick  being  shot  and  took  ricks  keys  when  he  got  lori  and  carl  out  )

+    shane  still  beats  ed,  ed  was  a  dickbag  and  deserved  it.

+    camp  still  gets  over-ran  with  walkers,  but  they  are  able  to  make  it  out  like  they  did  in  the  show.

+  shane  still  wanted  to  go  to  fort  benning,  but  with  jim  getting  bit  and  with  the  help  of  lori’s  coaxing  decided  going  to  the  cdc  was  a  better  option.

[papa-evershed]

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𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐬·.

       THE WOODS TREAT THEM TO AN HOUR OF A SANCTUARY FACADE         QUIETNESS AND CALM PERHAPS BEFORE THE STORM

slides the riffle’s strap over his chest .          a halting hand gesture,     before it’s dismissed.     a brown squirrel;     𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝,     hardly even carl’s.     FINDS HIMSELF WATCHING IT ;     tuck over and under bushes and branches and into     𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.     a step,     and he returns to their aimless wander.          ❛     you remember,     that fourth of july barbecue          ———- after we finished the deck?     ❜

begins something small .          a memory slowly unwraps and it warms him.     a home blanket feeling:     differently than standing     𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢:     THIS FELT DIFFERENT .     the sun of the date described on his shoulders,     sweat beads meeting those of     𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎     he pressed against his forehead many years ago.     A HOT SUMMER EVENING ,     that was just beginning to cool.     and for a moment,     RICK IS THERE .     𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎,     disbelief in the slightest chuckle and shake of head.     he continues,          ❛     carl chased one of those things,     ( points to scurried squirrel in their present )     ‘round the yard ‘till he stepped on a stray nail;     JUST POKIN’ OUTTA THE LAST BEAM .     ❜

BEING  OUT  HERE  WAS  WHERE  HE  FOUND  PEACE.  if  you  were  quiet  enough  you  could  hear  the  birds  chirping,  singing  songs  and  going  on  like  the  whole  world  around  them  wasn’t  going  to  shit.  you  could  hear  the rustle  of  some  wildlife,  crickets,  squirrels,  if  it  was  close  enough  to  dusk  the  katydids  would  fill  the  thick  southern air  with  a  symphony----  it  all  reminded  shane  of  afternoons  on  his  porch  with  a  sweating  glass  of  sweet  tea,  or  on  rick’s,  all  three  of  them,  rick  lori  and  shane,  cutting  the  shit,  beers  in  their  hand,  carl  chasing  bugs  in  the  yard,  playing  with  the  dog.  IT  WAS  WHAT  HOME  SOUNDED  LIKE,  but  this  was  far  from  home.

cautious  eyes,  shaded  by  the  old  brown  police  cap,  watch  the  other,  a  single  brow  quirking  upward  at  his  words,  a  hint  of  a  soft  smile  curling  at  the  edge  of  his  lips.    ❝    I  remember,  mostly  how  he  wouldn’t  let  you  touch  him.    ❞    full  blow  grin  now,  letting  the  playfulness  of  the  past  slipping  through.  it  was  almost  too  easy  for  him.  almost  too  easy  to  forget  what  was  going  on  around  them.    ❝    he  was  cryin’  for  uncle  shane,  and  lori  was  flippin’  her  shit--  If  I  remember  correctly,  I  saved  the  day,  calmed  him  down  enough  so  you  two  could  take  him  to  the  ER  like  lori  insisted, AND  cooked  up  a  mean  rack  of  ribs  that  was  on  the  table  when  y’all  got  back...  just  in  time  for  the  fireworks  too,  carl  loved  it,  and  the  ice  cream  i  snuck  him.    ❞

[miserybled-archived]

𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺𝑰𝑰𝑪𝑲.

Fingers tighten around the hilt of his blade as Aaron offers a small nod in the others direction, his gaze locked on the dark shadows of the forest. They haven’t crossed any sort of boarders, though it had been learned quickly with the whisperers that they didn’t have to cross anything for this particular group to seek them out. They could be killed out here and people back home would be none the wiser.

“We should head back in a bit” he offers, glancing briefly over his shoulder before focusing back on Shane. “Before it gets too late.”

❝    it’s  already  too  late.    ❞    he  points  out,  keeping  close  to  the  other  man,    ❝    we  turn  back  now,  it’ll  be  dark  before  we  get  even  half  way  out,  we’d  be  in  the  thick  of  it  and  then  we’d  be  targets---    ❞    a  pause,  pointing  up  ahead  to  the  break  in  the  trees,    ❝    we  get  there,  get  out  of  these  trees,  get  some  high  ground  and  sleep  in  shifts  until  its  light  enough  to  get  back  home.    ❞    and  a  shrug,    ❝  but  if  you  want  to  turn  back  and  risk  our  lives,  I  guess  we  can.    ❞

[miserybled-archived]

𝑺𝑨𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺.

MOVE  ON.  she  should  just  ignore  it  in  move  on.  the  sound  of  someone  struggling  with  the  dead  filtered  through  the  trees  to  her  right.  THEY  WERE  PROBABLY  FINE.  if  they’d  lasted  this  long  they  could  no  doubt  handle  themselves.  ❝  crap.  ❞  the  mutter  came  as  she  turned  to  make  her  way  towards  the  noise.  if  she  were  SMARTER  she  would  have  just  taken  off  in  the  opposite  direction.

breaking  into  the  clearing  sophia  spotted  the  man  managing  to  take  on  two  of  the  walkers  admirably,  but  a  third  was  coming  up  out  of  his  eye  line.  knife  out,  sophia  moved  crept  silently  behind  the  lone  walker,  BLADE  QUICKLY  BURIED  in  the  base  of  it’s  skull.  reaching  out  she  grabbed  the  shirt  of  one  of  the  remaining  walkers  and  pulled,  the  unexpected  momentum  causing  it  to  topple  to  the  ground  where  it  was  EASILY  dispatched.  

with  a  huff  she  righted  herself  and  turned  to  watch  as  THE  FINAL  WALKER  was  put  down.  ❝  are  you  bit?  ❞  god  sophia  REALLY  HOPED  her  help  hadn’t  all  been  for  nothing.  though  it  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time.

he  had  it  handled.  or  that’s  what  he’d  tell  himself.  it  was  getting  harder  and  harder  for  shane  to  keep  telling  himself  that  he  wasn’t  getting  weaker.  that  he  wasn’t  hungry,  or  that  he  wasn’t  dying  of  dehydration.  just  a  little  bit  further.  always  just  a  little  bit  further.  it  was  his  mantra  now,  what  he  repeated  to  himself  when  it  was  getting  too  hard.  IT  ALWAYS  SEEMED  TO  BE  TOO  HARD  NOW.  and  like  he  wouldn’t  admit  that  he  didn’t  have  it  handled  he  wouldn’t  admit  it  was  becoming  too  hard  to  survive. 

knife  is  wiped  off  on  the  rag  that  is  tied  to  his  belt  loop  before  it’s  put  away,  hand  going  to  the  butt  of  his  pistol,  eyeing  the  woman  up  and  down,  trying  to  figure  out  who  she  is,  why  she  did  what  she  did.    ❝    nah,  no  bites,  I  had  it,  didn’t  need  your  help.  thanks  anyway.    ❞    his  own  voice  sounded  so  foreign  to  his  ears,  he  wasn’t  sure  the  last  time  he  spoke,  being  alone  meant  silence.  silence  meant  being  too  into  his  head.    ❝    who  are  ya’  anyway?  what’s  a  girl  like  you  doin’  out  all  alone  in  the  woods  like  this?    ❞

[miserybled-archived]

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐑.

bringing up sophia, a major failure of his leadership, a sore spot for rick that shane knew very well. who is he to judge ? had it been carl lost among the woods, he would want someone looking for him. day in and day out. that’s exactly what he tried to do for carol, to show that this wasn’t a lost cause. maybe even for himself as the guilt had relentlessly eaten at him. he thought he knew what he was doing when he told that little girl to wait for him. thought it’d be a good idea to appease hershel, considering they were on his land. how far they’ve fallen. to rick ── this was a man, whom before, he’d trust his life with ; to tell all his troubles, all of his feelings. but that was in a different world, wasn’t it ? before the dead came back to life, before every day was faced with a new threat of danger. perhaps he’s naive to think that things could be as simple as before. fuck you, he wanted to say, wanted to yell it on the top of his lungs : to let out all his frustrations about this.  ❛ i don’t need this crap from you. ❜  words are bitten off with venom, jaw tensing with each clench of his teeth.  ❛ you think you can do better than me. ❜  there’s no question about it. with the way shane carries himself, the way he questions rick time and time again, it’s only obvious how ill-fitting he believes rick to be in his position. if shane earned their trust, how come they look to rick instead of him ? much as he wanted to say that exact train of thought, he knew better than to make the situation worse.  ❛ here i am, needing your damn support, yet you want to fight me every step of the way. ❜

❝  NAH  MAN,  I  DON’T  THINK  I  CAN  DO  BETTER,  I  KNOW  I  CAN.    ❞    his  voice  is  so  sure,  so  positive  that  he  could  of  protected  these  people  so  much  better  than  this  man,  so  much  better  than  the  man  he  use  to  call  his  best  friend.  things  were  different  now  and  they  both  knew  it.  both  knew  that  what  they  once  had  was  no  more.  it  could  never  be  the  same,  ever  since  he  walked  in  like  some  white  hat  cowboy  with  a  shiny  revolver  on  his  hip.  it  made  shane  look  like  a  villain,  made  people, his  people,  despise  his  lack  of  hope  for  this  world.  THERE  WAS  NO  REASON  TO  HAVE  HOPE.  the  dead  were  walking  again,  everything  was  different,  it  just  wasn’t  black  or  white  now,  and  that’s  how  they  saw  things.  Rick,  to  them  was  the  good.  Rick  was  the  white,  while  he  lurked  in  the  shadows  of  the  black.  it  drove  him  crazy  thinking  about  it,  all  too  caught  up  in  his  own  head,  brought  back  those  deep  cutting  feelings  that  he  wasn’t  good  enough.  MAYBE  HE  WASN’T  GOOD  ENOUGH  FOR  THEM,  maybe  that’s  why  they  turned  to  rick.  denial,  physically  shaking  his  heads  to  get  the  thoughts  out... well  at  least  pushing  them  down  again  to the  back  of  his  mind.    ❝    I  ain’t  fighting  you  man,  just  stating  my  own  damn  opinion,  and  if  you  don’t  damn  like  it,  keep  me  outta  your  shit.  simple  as  that.  you’re  actin’  like  this  was  before  man,  and  it  ain’t.  I  ain’t  hear  to  listen  to  you  whine  and  groan  about  the  way  shit  should  be.  I’m  here  to  keep  my  ass  safe,  to  protect  lori,  to  protect  carl.  TO  PROTECT  EVERYONE.  I  want  to  survive.  you  ain’t  a  survivor  man,  you’re  to  fuckin’  soft  for  this  shit.  it’s  gonna  bite  you  in  the  god damn  ass  one  day,  it  already  has,  because  of  you  carol  lost  her  fucking  daughter.  WHAT  IF  THAT  WAS  CARL,  huh?  you’re  a  fuck  up  rick,  you’re  a  fuck  up  and  YOU  AIN’T  BUILT  FOR  THIS  WORLD.    ❞

[miserybled-archived]

𝐕  𝟎𝟎𝟏  :  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐑  𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 .  

Shane  was  their  leader.  he took care of his people and did what he thought was best for them, and yeah, maybe it wasn’t always the softest route but if shane knew anything it was in this shit-hole of a world they lived in now, soft was the last thing you wanted to be. he kept them fed and safe, protected them like they were his own, until he was overthrown. dead man walking, rick grimes, aka shane’s best friend and the husband of lori, the woman he’d been sleeping with comes back after being left for dead by shane and his family. the two but heads as truths come to light and finally it’s too much. Shane slowly dives deeper and deeper into insanity until it’s too much, he decides it’s time to leave or he’s going to do something he regrets. making an elaborate plan, he releases a fugitive they’ve been holding and draws rick out into the woods–– he tells rick his plan and confesses to releasing the fugitive if only to give rick a reason to tell everyone he was dead. before he goes to quietly gather his things, he gives rick the one thing that means the world to him, his number 22 necklace. silently he gathers what supplies the camp can spare and starts off into the woods.

below i will be discussing how this verse ties into current seasons and how shane can interact with the characters in the newer seasons.

COMING TO ALEXANDRIA.   he’s nearly dead–– barely able to move as he comes upon the gates of a community. shane was surprised they didn’t mistake him for a walker, he was almost 100% certain he looked like one, but the gates open and he’s brought in. at first no one recognizes him– he doesn’t recognize them either. until he sees the one and only rick grimes. they take him in and take care of him nursing him back to health.

STUMBLING UPON HILLTOP.   it’s late when he finds the place, a gated community that looks nice enough–– he doesn’t plan on staying just wants some food and a place to sleep for the night, but it doesn’t end up that way. he’s brought in given food and decides he should stick around. his chances of survival are better that way.

THE SAVIORS SAVE.    shane walsh has been on his own for maybe a month, and man he had some conflicting feelings. he missed his family, he missed the safety that the farm had, but man he was happy to be on his own and not worry about taking care of others…it was easier this way…. well it was. he’s found himself in an abandoned mall surrounded by walkers and he thinks he’s for sure dead. until the gun shots ring out and he’s being drug out of the mall by a group of people, taken back to their camp and meeting their leader… negan.  he likes shane well enough that he’s aloud to stick around, becoming a savior himself.

                                     PLOTTING  CALL    /    STARTER  CALL