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Pour one out for #princess twd.

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@mercyprevaild​ || non sexual acts of affection || accepting!

[ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours

Being on the road after NOT for so long? You don’t get any sort of learning curve when you gotta brush off your travelling skills and face the uncertainty of what the world can bring you outside your safety zone. She’s been out on a run for a few days now. No problems. So far. Even if she doesn’t give herself time for much quiet? Always humming, always singing. No empty air allowed. No one can blame her after having no one to talk to that does more than bite at you and moan for ever.

Princess has those people now. And she LIKES them. They let her in. After she messed up. More than once. In the span of a day. Her world’s been opened up and she wants to do everything she can to keep their company. And help whenever she can. Like this run. Because they seem like GOOD people. The kind she was hoping to run into for so long. 

Which is why? When the road brought her into the situation where things began to get too out of hand? Before this stranger stepped in? The same one they were both leaning against a tree recovering from? Rotters on the ground around their small camp in the pitch dark. Her jammed, useless gun on the ground. Blood and much dripping from her spear and Stranger struggling to catch his breath? Princess watched the man and brought up a set of words she heard him say after yelling at him she had it covered.  She keeps hearing them in her head. Mixed with the realization she had..one that ran bone deep.

I don’t want to die.

I’m not leaving you here.

“Thank you. For HELPING. You--you didn’t have to do that. But you did.” And he’d saved her butt, too. When her gun jammed and she had to crawl towards her spear. It was Stranger that covered her. Because he STAYED. Coulda just kept running on by. Wherever he came from. “I think I owe you my life!” She huffs a little chuckle like it’s a huge surprise revelation she had to share because if she doesn’t laugh this off? HOW CLOSE THAT CALL FELT was going to settle in a little too deep.

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me @ my mutuals who never interact with me: pspspspsps

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@apollorise​ || non sexual acts of affection || accepting!

[ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear

Getting used to this?

Princess doubts it’s ever gonna happen. Cause the second his hand draws near her cheek, she ends up with a soft but damn near ear to ear sort of smile. Eyelids flutter when a strand of black mixed with purple is tucked behind her ear. The way his fingertips trace the shell of it makes goosebumps run along her neck. 

Out here, in the woods. In the middle of nowhere. They could easily be anywhere on the planet. Time stops for her and she’s holding her breath until the touch is gone and she’s reaching out for his wrist. Her fingers curl around it then shift. Sliding up his palm until they can tether together with his. Black eyebrows pinch together. Her head cocks to the side and she gives him a comical once over with questioning eyes that have a spark in them bright as the stars above their heads.

She prefers cities. Places where there are ample supplies and the danger of the dead might be high. But there are plenty of places to make safe. Be above them. Above anyone that might come ‘round to make trouble. Took her a while to get used to the outdoors again. But with him? It feels easier to be out here. More vulnerable in more ways than just the physical. He draws parts of her close to the surface that she thought were best left in the dust a long time ago. Might’ve even half-assed convinced herself she managed to snuff out.

Smile still in tact, dark eyes settle on blue and she squints up, up, up at him questioningly. “You know? You shouldn’t be allowed to do that with one flick of a finger or two. It’s not fair to anybody. I..I’m calling shenanigans.” And then a chuckle. Light as air in the still of the dark around them.

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@savedpeople​ || personality starters || accepting!

❝Well that was brutally honest.❞

See?

That’s the problem. People ask opinions. Thoughts or concerns. Sometimes they don’t ask and you need to fill the air with something other than silence cause it’s gonna swallow you up if you don’t. Princess isn’t sure which situation pulled her honest opinion out of her. 

There are just some people who won’t let things go no matter how hard you’re trying. I know you put yourself in their shoes in your head. Don’t tell me you don’t. People with eyes that get as sad as yours? They feel too much. Always have. Fucked up how it’s usually loneliness, anger, and sadness. Be nice if the happy parts were so damn happy it drowned them out. Just doesn’t seem to be the case most of the time. So you got a choice to make. 

You can rely on waiting for forgiveness that might not ever come. Or you can cling onto so much happy that you can drown out the other muck. Do I think you’re a bad guy? No. Bad guys don’t get eyes like yours. Remember?

Princess stopped herself there. Rambling on and on. Coulda gone further but by the end of that? She figures she said all she SHOULD say and if she wants to keep company on her posts? Shutting her trap was always hard once she gets going about something she’s passionate about. (And, really, after being alone so long and only having make believe to speak to?) Passionate to the Nth degree is her in a nutshell.

“.........Yeah. I have that problem. But. I’m thinking I’m not the only one with it.” She lightly nudges him with her shoulder. “Present company would say so.”

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𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 & 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 🇹​🇴​ 🇨​🇱​🇦​🇷​🇮​🇫​🇾​﹕ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇺​🇸​🇪​ 🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇸​🇪​🇳​🇩​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇪​🇲​🇪​﹐ 🇮​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇦​🇨​🇹​🇮​🇳​🇬​. 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇷​🇪​🇨​🇪​🇮​🇻​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇪​🇲​🇪​﹐ 🇮​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇭​🇦​🇸​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇷​🇪​🇦​🇨​🇹​

[ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ] My muse gently touches a bruise on your muse’s body [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear [ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 ] My muse tries to make yours laugh when they are sad [ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 ] My muse wraps yours in a warm blanket [ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] My muse boops your muse’s nose [ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] My muse laces their fingers with yours [ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍 ] My muse cuddles up in bed to yours [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] My muse takes your muse’s hand and slow dances with them without music playing [ 𝐖𝐄𝐓 ] My muse helps yours out of soaking wet clothes [ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ] My muse gently runs a hand over your muse’s back/arm [ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ] My muse hugs yours tightly after not having seen them for a while [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] My muse holds yours while they cry

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Personality Starters

(as requested by anon)

Starters:

❝Why do you have to be so stubborn?❞ 

❝I know you better than you know yourself.❞

❝You don’t have to be so rude.❞

❝You’re so dynamic, that’s what I love about you.❞

❝You need to learn to put yourself first.❞

❝Fuck love.❞

❝Well that was brutally honest.❞

❝Perfectionism only ends in disappointment.❞

❝I have to be perfect.❞

❝You don’t have to act so tough.❞

❝Why do you pretend not to care?❞

❝Don’t you believe in me?❞

❝I don’t think you’re as apathetic as you think you are.❞

❝I love your zest for life.❞

❝You’re really brave.❞

❝That took a lot of courage. Thanks.❞

❝Life really isn’t as great as you make it out to be.❞

❝Life really isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.❞

❝I don’t understand you.❞

❝You don’t understand me.❞

❝I know you’re only mean because people were mean to you but is this really what you want?❞

❝Your smile is contagious.❞

❝Why are you so self-critical?❞

❝Thanks for trusting me.❞

❝Of course I trust you.❞ 

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this one time, someone told me, “you’re hard to love.”        so, maybe it’s me.

     juanita sanchez             PRINCESS from amc’s the walking dead independent && highly selective loved by: dixon

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So, I am sorry.

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hey lovelies!

// i’m still here! just had to take a bit of an impromptu mini-hiatus. tbh. my twd dash was getting me in a bad spot writing wise. so i had to step away and focus on other things. i always wander back here, though. always will. thanks for your patience. 

i’ll be trimming my stuff up here soon. that way i can return with a fresh brain and give love to you amazing peeps. so sorry for how i faded off. it happens with my brain sometimes. especially when it’s stress/anxiety and/or frustration leaking into my safe places. :D

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if you think you can just follow me and start talking to me as if we were friends well you are correct

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timeforgcd‌.

          the world ended.  dead bodies re-animated themselves.  life as everyone knew it ceased in a matter of days and there are nights when steve can still hear the screams over the radio.  with all that came a certain somber tone in the rest of the living population.  in a lot of ways it was like everyone forgot how to be alive because everything had turned into survival.  no living.  just one step in front of the other to fight and live another day.

          but, princess wasn’t quite like that.  from what he’d seen so far she was as bright and colorful as the streaks in her hair and the jacket on her back.  then again, it wasn’t like he knew her very well.  or any of them for that matter.  he could’ve been off by a mile.  at first, it was a little much.  that was mainly because steve had always been someone to keep a wall between him and everyone else whether it was because of the army or the hard time he had as a kid.  the company was growing on him, though.

          “ sure, “ the soldier inclines his head and smiles.  the pencil is shoved into the spine of his small sketchbook and slid into his back pocket.  hands pat down around his waist and thighs to reassure himself that all weapons are where they’re supposed to be.  “ some people say i don’t make for very good conversation, though. “  steve shrugs.  a lot of his childhood years were spent alone.  sometimes he didn’t know how to act quite right around other people, especially when everyone was on edge with the walkers.  “ but at least i’m a good shot. “

Her smile grows impossibly wide when he agrees to come with her. Steve might not say much. He keeps to himself and she can respect that. It’s hard to trust that people won’t leave or go away. Either willingly or a billion other ways the world tries to kill you now. But? That was something she was used to before this. People not staying. Often times, the ones that did stay? A lot of the time you wished they’d just either SEE you. Or would be the ones who actually left. Adjustment in that category? She didn’t take very long to both desperately want one person that’d stick around..and that whole acceptance part. Of them, you know, NOT. 

Projecting happiness for as long as she’s been around? That’s just who she is. How she copes. How she heals herself and travels over the bumpy road of scars deep down where she knows she hasn’t and isn’t really thrilled to reach deep enough to figure out how to smooth them away. So? When someone who seems to have taken the opposite road as her lets her in? That happiness just beams out of her. All teeth and sparkling dark eyes with a pep in her step. She’d off him her arm? Doesn’t seem like he’d like that very much though. So lips blow out a breath and she shakes her head. 

“Thing about going without company for so long? Any company is good company and---especially when it’s company you want.” Her elbow swings out and she nudges him looking all the way up to meet his profile. “Which.. I know this might come as a surprise? But that’s you. So. Thank you for coming. We both know I can talk enough for the both of us,” she doesn’t even sound a little guilty. “Promise I won’t, though.”

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memoryhallowed‌.

Killing the living, it’s never easy. No matter how many times Aaron does it, it still leaves him feeling sick in the pit of his stomach - but what helps him get through it is knowing that if he doesn’t, his family will be hurt. Thinking about Gracie, and how he’d do anything to protect her, it doesn’t exactly make it better, but it does make it bearable.

He can understand her troubles, but he knows there’s nothing he can say that will make her burden any lighter.

Still, he can be here for her.

That’s all any of them can do.

“It’s never any easier,” Aaron admits, softly. “I just think about who we’re protecting, why we’re doing it.”

Half gloved fingers brush over her mouth and she can hear him but the sound seems muffled. A palming across her lips and a scrunched nose later, she seems to be digesting the advice and what they JUST HAD TO DO all at once. Feels like she might choke on the fact that what’s necessary is necessary. Regardless if she’s lost her taste for killing anything that isn’t trying to eat her face off. Not that she ever developed one to begin with. Regardless of what she projects..  

“Yeah. You’re right. I know you are.” Head bobs in a nod as she flicks a glance and a reassuring smile up at him. “Thanks.” Her palm reaches over, cups his arm and gives it a squeeze.

Her new friends certainly seem capable of protecting themselves. Which is a good thing. Cause they are damn good at finding trouble no matter where they are. Or trouble keeps catching up with them.

“Anything for the people that matter.  I’m good. How--bout we go shake this off?” AKA? Put some distance between the ever growing smell of blood and mud. That’d be great.

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// heya lovelies! i’ll be here catching up for a bit today! come say hi! love you peeps! xoxoxo

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MUN VS MUSE

tagged by: stolen from @magursa tagging: anyone on my dash who is bored and looking for something to do. plus. they cute. poke me so i can look! yes please! cause i love how these turn out. tag me back cause you’re it!

ps. look at her. i’m so in love!!! <3<3<3

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this one time, someone told me, “you’re hard to love.”         so, maybe it’s me.

      juanita sanchez              PRINCESS from amc’s the walking dead independent && highly selective loved by: dixon