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Meme | Accepting!

have you ever imagined Rick wearing a lengthy comfy sweater.Happy father’s day, Rick!

#save #WWWWWWWAHHHHHH 1 DAD!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!#THIS IS VERY NAICU AND I WISH I COULD GIVE HIM A LENGTHY COMFY SWEATER

who is the hottest lady in the walking dead

my good friend, i asked some pals and we all agreed that michonne was the hottest lady in the walking dead. if you haven’t met michonne or watched twd, i suggest doing so just for her because she is a katana terror and she is one of the absolutely best characters the series has to offer. in like every possible way you can think of.

#meme.#luv ya gurl michonne #vocalizor

ebonyguts

Send me questions about my character's series

#meme.#yes hello i am here to answer your twd questions

ledanna

TWD + Fathers (and father figures)

#dad's day #gif warning #long post #WHY IS ED THERE GO AWAY YOU SUCK

onigirioishiiiiiiiiii

#dad's day #photos

in honor of dad day what would u do without carl in your life mr. dad grimes

What would he do without Carl in his life. It was a question he had pondered many, many times. Before the world went to shit, it was in an rejoicing, a reminiscing. Often he would lay beside Lori in bed and ask her the inquiry himself. What would they do if they never had their son? What would life be like? Surely it would have been far more mundane, far less of an excitement and blessing that it had turned out to be, right? Of course, she too had agreed, usually closing her eyes with a smile against her lips as she drifted asleep. There was no doubt about their admiration and love for their child. He was everything. He would be everything.

When the times shifted, his focus was to protect him. Whatever it took, he had vowed he would find him. And he did. In a camp with his mother, he’d seen the brightened expression of all he created wash over his expression. He, himself, had cried the tears of an aching heart when he’d grabbed onto him for the first time in months. They had reunited as a family again and were somewhat stable. Not the best or what he thought their lives would turn into, but it was okay. It was alright.

And then things happened.

They’d lost Sophia. Carl had gotten shot. Hershel’s farm wasn’t what they thought it was and conflict rose. Shane had grown too attached and hostile. Dale had been eaten and soon after it was either do or die between two men who both loved the same family. Time had stretched and suddenly there was news of Lori passing away in childbirth. Maggie was in tears, Carl had lifeless eyes. For months, Rick had lost himself. But things kept going. They would always keep going. The Governor made his mark. War happened. People were hurt, some dead. But they’d made it. They’d survived. Both he and his son. They’d fled the prison together, side by side.

It was then he became aware that Carl wasn’t a little boy anymore. That the childhood he had wanted for him was no longer accessible. The dreams of watching his innocence climb a ladder of adolescence to adulthood was gone. Stripped away. He knew now that he probably wouldn’t be around to witness a life that his own father had seen in him. He was aware that the idea of growing older with Lori and bearing possible grandchildren was a shattered, broken fantasy. There would be a day he would no longer be present in the world with his boy and though it was a hurtful thought, it had become their reality.

Until then, he had made a pact with himself he would do everything in his power to keep alive. To keep Carl alive. Without him? There was no point in continuing. There was no hope in his willpower. If they were separated, as they were now, he would find him. And he wouldn’t stop looking until he found him, dead or alive.

“ I don’t think I’d be livin’. “ He finally answered with a small side twitch of his lip, his tongue running against his cheek in thought. “ I don’t think anything would be worth livin’ for anymore. “

#dad's day #throws arms up #where mai boi #Anonymous

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The Walking Dead 6x13 sentence prompts

***THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE SAME BOAT.

❛ Lower your gun, prick. ❜

❛ Two for one? That’s not much of a trade. ❜

❛ If you could just shut up, I’ll solve this! ❜

❛ Do we have a deal? ❜

❛ Safe house— ain’t nothing safe about it. ❜

❛ You’re wonder if there’s a way out of this. There isn’t, not unless I say so. ❜

❛ Go ahead, I dare you… try something. Just see what happens! ❜

❛ They got the guns, they’ll kill us too. ❜

❛ I’m NOT going down like that, not after making it this far! ❜

❛ How did you make it this far?! ❜

❛ You need to take some yoga breaths and calm your ass down! ❜

❛ What are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ Are you actually afraid to die? ❜

❛ It doesn’t matter what happens to me. ❜

❛ You’ve got bigger problems than a lil’ second hand smoke. ❜

❛ My arm feels like it’s on fire! ❜

❛ You really are some kind of stupid… ❜

❛ I see exactly who you are. ❜

❛ Do you really believe in that crap? ❜

❛ I’m not planning to die today. ❜

❛ Would it make a difference if I said I was sorry about that? ❜

❛ You don’t have to do this… you don’t have to fight! ❜

❛ I didn’t think you approved. ❜

❛ What are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ So scared you can’t even stick to your own principles. ❜

❛ I am not like you! I’m still me, but better. ❜

❛ You’re the one who’s afraid to die! ❜

❛ Are you going to kill me? ❜

❛ That was too easy… ❜

❛ You have to listen to me, please! ❜

❛ We can’t leave them alive… ❜

❛ We have to finish this. We HAVE to! ❜

❛ I told you to run! ❜

❛ If you could do all this, what were you so afraid of?? ❜

❛ I think I might’ve killed 18 people… 20… ❜

❛ They’re dead… they’re all dead. ❜

❛ I just—- I can’t anymore. ❜

❛ There’s a whole world of fun that we can talk about… ❜

❛ I’m sorry it had to come to this. ❜

#{meme.}#twd spoilers

nonsolidbodies

Hate to see the other guy, You would. Did he deserve it? Y e s.

#photo #long post

Coral? Coral! CORALLL!!!

Have you seen my son? His name is Corl.

#answered.#where is my boy!!#Anonymous

@scldixr

His top lip was ridden backwards. Teeth revealed and the flare of his eyes curved in, he glowered. There was no reasoning for such hostility, he was aware, but at this point, there was no controlling it. If he had been with his people, his family, he could have thought rationality, logically. Considering they were no longer present and he hadn’t the faintest idea where they could possibly be, he was left to his own devices. His own survival. If that meant being forwardly cautious to those who came across his path, then so be it. Whatever it took to prevent the hand of death from finally nabbing him, he would do.

A dim ocean of blues set on a reflective higher scale of color, his vision searched the younger’s, looking for any possible deter in movement. As if he were a hunter in the gaze of another predator, he kept his own body still, collected. There was no attempt to reach out or close the distance and like a stray dog having lived on the streets for years, he kept himself out of arm’s reach. It was only after a balance of silence did he speak, the gun he raised prior selectively lowering. Despite his defenses still being high, there was a curiousness he couldn’t help but to ponder.

“ Your eyes. “ The gateway into a soul, still open and youthful unlike his own. Unlike his son’s, who was still but a child in a normal society’s viewpoint. “ How’re they like that? “

#scldixr

@fluking

The hours went by long. In the past, there was no need for time, no need for measuring what minute it was or what second had just been the furthest in the future one had ever been. For a survivor, the only thing that gauged the day was the sun, the moon and the sensation of instinct. If you were trapped in a cell, hidden away from any windows and the only company you had were the sounds of the undead’s nails trying to dig their way inside, it was up to you to figure out when daytime was and when night had fallen. Now that civilization seemed to be taking a turn for reign over the world again, an everyday lifestyle was mandatory. However, he could not see fit to dissolve within it. At least not now.

The fresh clothing given to him untouched and in a bag on the ground beside him, he kept his attention forward, observing. There were too many people here to supply everything in a rational order. Every street was crowded, every apartment building littered with occupants. In a sense, it held the same aura that Alexandria prior to its attack had, but there so many differences. Too many to calculate for a man who had recently arrived with sleep yet to restore his worrisome mind. The most he could act on now was continuing to press his back against a wall of an alley while he avoided confrontation.

Until someone startled him, that is.

Adrenaline instantly working in a systematic way, he pointed the barrel of his BB gun at them as he’d done a few times to others before, eyes narrowing. It appeared they weren’t that much of a threat to him, no, but he could never be too careful. Better safe than sorry, as the logical saying went.

“ Put all your weapons on the ground, hands where I can see them. “

#fluking

what do u do when its 6 in the morning and you were just accepted. you make a starter call because you suck! aka that’s what i’m doing here. there is no cap for this, but know i might not get to everyone depending on how many likes there are. please also note: there is a possibility these threads could take a dark, triggering turn depending on what upsets you. though i will keep everything as clean as possible, mentions of cannibalism and death have the greater possibility of occurring. length will probably be 1-2 paragraphs or shorter. thanks!

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They were a mass in numbers.

The recollection of memories is vivid, distinct. He was there, beside his fellow companions, his family. In a half circle they had been sat, one after the other, Sasha to his left, Maggie to his right. There had been anxiety within the faces of his people, insecurities and an unsure expression of questioning what was happening. It’d only been a mission to get their expecting member to a safe place, an area in which friendlier survivors could assist her, help her. So why this? Why had they been brought to what would soon be a public hanging?

He could feel the taste and sensation of fear along his tongue. The way his breathing had almost suffocated both his lungs and heart while he looked in the face of death wielding a bat. In that time, he’d felt the same instinctual adrenaline as he did when a man put his hands on his son and another held both he and Michonne at gunpoint. Why he didn’t leap and grapple teeth into flesh was a reasoning he knew like no other. A control that had been stripped away from his very hands.

There would have been no possible fortunate outcome from doing that.

What happened there was a memory his brain couldn’t grasp onto. He’d known a terrible, terrorizing deed had risen, but the details were but a fog and the main core, a lost token in the low haze. Unfortunately for a survivor’s mind, there was no time to mull on what he couldn’t recall and only what he was currently feeling.

The same anxiousness as he’d felt many times before, only without a comfort of that in which he knew and was familiar with, was riddling within in his chest. As if he were in immediate danger being released into a city that had been unheard of, a city with no distinctive name that rang a bell to his ears, he was prepared for the worst. Unhinged of his weapon, his natural surroundings and all that he had grown accustom to, he would stand reluctantly in his new environment. One hand secured on the child’s play toy he’d been given, he would survey all who walked across his vision, listen to every word, every noise and smell every scent. His senses, higher than average by conditioning, would only leave him breathless and panicked. On his face, however, he would wear the guise of a man who wanted nothing to do with anyone or anything. True to its statement, the only option for him now was to internally beg his shaking hands to decease and to duck his head while he began to walk.

Each step made, each person passed, would be a warrant for his breath to exhale. He would ignore looks of concern, looks of indifference and when a shoulder came into contact with his own, he would cause a small scene by instantly whipping his BB gun to point at the culprit. A hostile look with a lip curved back slightly would only dissipate when the person hastily apologized and turned to make their leave, body language signifying their own nervousness. He looked like an untame animal to those who didn’t understand, but to himself, he appeared as a prior sheriff looking out for his best interest.

And that was only who Rick Grimes was made to be.

#intro post.