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independent && selective the walking dead oc

[ofsurvivalism]

( o p e n )

"Don't go that way."

[ofsurvivalism]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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Sentence Starters { Protective Version }

"Watch out!"

"You could have been killed!"

"Run! Hurry up, go!"

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it."

"I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."

"They better not have laid a damn finger on you or I’ll [insert threat]."

"I swear, if they so much as breathe next to you, I’ll knock them out.”

"I’m not leaving you here!"

"And let you get yourself killed?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I don’t trust him/her. They seem off."

"I’m saying this for your own good!"

"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."

"I don’t want to lose you! You’re all I have left!"

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                   ’  I  KNOW.  ’

    woah. was that arrogance upon the boy’s     tainted  lips?  that  CERTAINLY  was  a     first.  he’d  never  had  anything  TO BE     cocky about.  it was more of a  mockery     of himself. 

          ’  oh, yeah ?? what do you write ??                                                         give it here !!  ‘ 

[ofsurvivalism]

She chuckled to herself, sliding the notebook over to him.

"Not much in that one. Recounting my CIA days, mostly."

A tug of longing appeared in her, for her old life. But even now, her life wasn't that different. Running, hiding, killing. She's done it all. Now there was just no break.

[equitcs-blog]

                 I can do this. I can show you that I’m not just an underground girl.                                I’m more than that, so give me a shot. I CAN DO THIS.

[burningbutwhite-a]

With the threat gone, the strained muscles of the young girl nearly gave out; at least, they were on the verge of doing so until she was hoisted to her feet.  Her muscles forced themselves to stay strong though her limbs shook. Whether from fear or the exertion even she didn’t know, but she wasn’t keen on finding out any time soon— no matter what the reason, they’d surely be sore later.  A glance was stolen as she struggled to capture air into >her lungs in order to retrieve a proper pattern of breath, uncertainty evident in the hesitation that her body had no problems showing.  The rule of associating with strangers transferred over to this new world, making Mika reluctant to go with this unknown woman.  Only a millisecond later she decided that she had no other choice, lest she desired to become one of the corpses shambling the earth.  

           ”Where would we—- where                     are we gonna go?”

[ofsurvivalism]

She kept her hand on the girl's shoulder, keeping her in front. One eye on the little blonde head, the other ahead of them, making sure no Rotter came out. Questions filled Ronnie's mind - why was she out here alone? Where were her weapons? - but waited until they came to a road. Lucking, her car was were she left it, parked on the side of the road. It looked old and used, just as she wanted it so no one would try and jack it.

         "There. That's my car. Get in                         the passenger seat."

Guilding the girl, she opened the door and pushed her in, glancing around before closing the door and getting into the driver's seat. She stayed parked, turning to face the girl.

            "I'm Ronnie, sweetie. Are you alone?"

[diivagate-deactivated20150429]

      ’  stop  laughing  at  me.              it was better than YOURS.  ’ 

  ben was shy at the best of times.  he  was   embarrassed easily,  a  blush tinting cheeks   as his head  drops  to  stare  at  his  muddy   shoes again.

               ’  we should make a poem book.  ’

[ofsurvivalism]

          "It was ten times better than mine."

Her laughter drifted into small chuckles, reaching towards her back to pull out one of the blanket notebooks. Sitting up fully, she reached back into it to grab a pen. The idea sounded wonderful to her. It was something to look forward to and that they could do together. Anything to keep spirits up.

         "Luckily for you, I'm crazy about notebooks            and pens and writing. We can easily write a            poem book."

[diivagate-deactivated20150429]

                         (   NEVER        LOOK        BACK.  )

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       ’  uhm..  ’

  UNDER PRESSURE, is all ben feels. he was   more of a spontaneous individual, without   thought of what he was about to do. that’s   just how he worked.

        ’  veronica forced me to bust a rhyme               a special one for valentine’s, am i                 supposed to declare my so-called                     love to make her mine ?? 

                   now,  THAT’S  a poem.  ’

[ofsurvivalism]

She had to cover to mouth to keep her laughter under control. It was a much better poem than hers, she had to admit. Falling to a laying down position, she stared up at the kid, a grin on her face.

            "See? Told you, you could. And it even               sounded nice! Just as cheesy as I wanted               it. That could be on a Hallmark card, yo."

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     he bows his head in MILD embarrassment.      ready to find any little detail for him to      criticize. and all he can come up with is      spoken in a small, embarrassed mumble.

                                                    ’  didn’t even rhyme.  ’

[ofsurvivalism]

"Poems don't have to, suger."

             Reaching her foot over, she gave              his leg a little nudge. 

"Traditional ones, yeah, sure, but for the for most part? Nah. Come on, anything off the top of your head. Can't be any worst than mine."

[diivagate-deactivated20150429]

           ’ …                  i,  uh.. failed english. TWICE. ‘

       he should specify ‘english literature’, for that’s        the one with the POETRY shit. he was a smart        kid, but ben wasn’t one to read between the lines.

                ’ so… you might wanna rethink that. ‘

[ofsurvivalism]

"And I never liked flowers much. It's the principle of the matter."

     A smile tugged on her lips as she      settled back, notebook stuffed back      into her back.

"I could write you a poem-

                            Oh, Ben             The way you killed that Walker         It was like thee knew how to make art

See? Mine was terrible. Give it a shot."

[ofsurvivalism]

( o p e n  )

                ( She waved her notebook. )

"You know, according to my handy dandy notebook, it's the fourteenth of February. I demand flowers and a cheesy poem."

[genshimada]

Completely necessary gifs of Rick Grimes looking hot [ 7 / ? ]

[ofsurvivalism]

                                                      Tʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ

[lostherchill]

      she didn’t see any injury,     so she could only assume that         either the person wasn’t infected or it was some kind of self-harm.         probably accidental.     nodding her head, her arms crossed. “you         didn’t give him m e r c y?”

[ofsurvivalism]

          M e r c y? Ronnie's brows furrowed, head titling. Oh,           killing them before they turned? They had heard the term           a few times before. "No. He didn't deserve it. He's where           he deserves to be, sweetie. Handcuffed to a pole."

[oportetxessexfortis-deactivated]

Z Nation Sentence RP Meme

From the season one finale.

"Well hopefully he’s got a nap ahead of him."

"It’s a beautiful day.  Let’s take a walk."

"Doesn’t take much to make people act like savages.  Just take their food away."

"Colorado is the new California."

"Yeah, I got a bone to pick with that bitch."

"Define alive."

"You’re going to have more needles stuck in you than a damn tomato in grandma’s sewing basket."

"Looks small."

"Trust has got nothing to do with it."

"Oh, you want my help?"

"Hold your pants on."

"Quick, group hug."

"You know, before the apocalypse, I had the same effect on the ladies."

"Dibs on the last rose."

"Puppies and kittens."

"Pilates."

"Remember that time in Missouri?  At the Piggly Wiggly?"

"I didn’t touch anything."

"Who’s for getting out of here right now?  Show of hands."

"I just thought we might wanna … I don’t know, live?"

"These walls have many sad stories to tell."

"I can’t be responsible for every vodka-soaked idiot that comes in here to steal."

"Zombie apocalypse, how may I direct your call?"

"So what fresh hell awaits us?"

"Eyes up front, young man."

"I’m not the goddamn elephant man, I’m a human being.  Sort of."

"Man, I think I fried my gonads.  I should have put sunscreen on my junk."

"I hope God doesn’t know about this."

"Go talk to them.  Do that thing you do."

"Just don’t tell anyone my name, alright?"

"You might want to say your goodbyes."

"Could this place get any creepier?"

"Wow, look at that resume."

"Somebody made their mama proud."

"Redacted my ass."

"I’m sorry about all of it."

"He’s actually very civic minded."

"I lost everything!  Including myself!"

"What is wrong with us?"

"Keep it.  Make some awesome boots out of that."

"God I hate the apocalypse."

[burningbutwhite-a]

The squeal that escaped Mika’s lips just as her ankle was snatched  from beneath her was nothing short of a pig when it was being chased. The collision of her chest against the hard ground caused the air to abandon her lungs, leaving her floundering on the ground while a staggering body made an attempt to steal the flesh from her calf. With adrenaline pumping through her small body, the young girl  found herself kicking her feet roughly, her boots colliding several times with the squelching flesh beneath the sole of the shoe.  With the greatest amount of force that Mika could muster, she began to crawl forward while still trying to get the walker off of her before she got bitten.  An angry huff of air was released from her mouth as she gave into the instinct of fight or flight, though nearly hyperventilating at the occurrence that she was suffering.

                                  “Let G O of me!”

[ofsurvivalism]

She could hear the screams from the creak she was at.. With little hesitation, she grabbed her gun and started towards the sounds. Breaking into a clearing she saw the little girl, fighting off a Rotter. Raising her gun, she shot it the head, watching as it fell on the girl's feet. The screams had brought more, whom she decided weren't worth killing. Two wasn't easy to out run, even with a child. Reaching down, she grabbed the girl's arm, lifting her up with ease.

           "Come on, sweetheart. More will                   be coming; we can't stay here."

Ronnie would ask about family or a group later. Once Rotters weren't coming towards them.