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Bobby Autumn Monroe's the name. I don't know how things got so messed up... I was a nurse working in ER that fateful night, the next moment the news was covering explosions and fires and shootings, people killing their relatives and friends for seemingly no reason at all. People were frenzied and panicked. That's when I hit the road; me and my cat Patches. We met up with a group outside of Atlanta in a quarry and we been with 'em ever since. We're all we get left now. We're family and we're survivin' as best we can... {Indie OC RP for The Walking Dead fandom; FC is Natalie Portman; multi-SL, multi-verse; multi-fandom/crossover's welcome.}

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Alright folks this blog is now an

ARCHIVE

and you can find Bobby and her usual shenanigans at the same url minus the archive and dash bit. Love you all. And fuck tumblr and their anti-titty shit.

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{{ so I appealed the ruling that my blogs weren’t explicit and that was a month ago. no avail. I’m thinking I should just move but I don’t wanna give up my url. any info on changing this url to an archive and creating a new one with the same old url?? will it be ok? }}

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Frank “puppy-dog eyes” Castle

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@wexarethewalkingxdead {Shane}

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{{ this blog is so off-putting with that iconless business... @staff I hate what you’ve done to my roleplay blogs. fix this shit!! }}

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Nightmares All Alone || Rick and Bobby

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It had been a slow burn. And Bobby had tried to fight it for a long time, since Shane died. She’d come around though, showing Rick every ounce of respect; he deserved it despite what she hadn’t always agreed with, and helping him do what he had to do for everyone, all the time. Every moment. They’d been together now, through thick and thin, for long enough to know. To feel…

“Yeah…? M’gon’ have some more surprises for ya pretty soon, Mister Grimes…”

Their mouths met and her tongue instinctively darted forward, searching for his, yearning. Her teeth would hurt later from the force of their kisses, her cheek from the amount she had been smiling with him – and continuing to do so. And it was in that moment, when she saw his smile, his gentle chuckle, surprise that the seat laid back so suddenly, that Bobby felt everything she had to feel. She knew. It was like…kismet, or something.

His lips on her neck, down to the swell of her breast, made her breathe heavier. A shiver thundered down her spine almost forcing her hips to buck against him, over him. Her dark eyes met his blue ones and she sighed against the corner of his mouth. Her own hand slipped between them, in what little space she made; because she wanted to be against him, to mold to him, to writhe with him. Her delicate fingers found their way into his pants until she felt him, throbbing, needy… The southern twang of her voice somehow found its way into a moan disguised as a gasp. “Ya show me… Lift yer hips… Lemme…” She trailed off, every nerve in her body alive and on fire.

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dear walking dead franchise,

your writing is terrible lately. with the way you’ve made everyone and the actions they’ve taken, how did they survive the zombie apocalypse? they all should have been dead in the first ten minutes. STOP. MAKING. EVERYONE. SO GODDAMN. GULLIBLE. TO EVERY DAMN ONE! Morgan should have known better. they all should know better. they should have killed that bitch first chance they got. and they’re STILL trying to save her!? no. N. O.

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{{ well guys... i’m baaaaaaaaack… well, sort of. i’ll be handling replies over the course of the next few days here and on my other pages. hit me up if you missed me. }}

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{{ still on stand by as I do my other TWD rp blogs replies ;; if you want me you can find me @aintlikeitwasbefore @quickdrawcoltxrick @wingsofadixon @weallbleedxred or @betterangelsbesidethedyingfire }}

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Beside the Dying Fire [Daryl and Bobby]

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Bobby would have rolled her eyes too but she wasn’t in the mood to be indignant and childish. She had been teasing and she got back what she’d been giving; fair was fair. “Listen ya…” She started, jabbing an index finger his way. “Don’t ya make me regret lettin’ ya lemme come ‘long… I could be back home right now instead o’ out here in the shit show with ya…” It was just like her, however, to have the last word – whether she was being immature about things or not. She said it with a smirk though, clearly teasing him back.

It didn’t take them long, coming up on the next house, to see there was a trailer sitting in the drive. It was a small thing sitting without a hitch in the driveway. Not a few feet down the road was a newer make and model of Ford pick-up. The door stood ajar but it looked unblemished and ready to take off, as if it hadn’t been left there for long. Shit! But damned if Bobby wasn’t used to driving pick-ups… “Hell yeah, there is and it’s already tow-hitched and all… Which means we can hook her up easy. If we can find keys to that truck it’ll speed all o’ this up real nice…” She smirks, play punching him in the shoulder like she usually did; it didn’t hurt him at all. “Now ya can quit yer bitchin’ at me, right?” She chuckles lightly, trying to keep Daryl’s mind off the fact that the truck looked newly deserted. That would alarm him and she didn’t want him worrying…

She did enough of that on her own…

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We Have to be Strangers Now || Daryl and Bobby

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The more the female police officer spoke, the more Bobby could see she was level-headed – at least as level-headed as was humanly possible in the state of the world these days. Bobby nodded along. She could understand that; she was a stranger here. They didn’t know anything about her. She just hoped the other woman could see her point of view too; Bobby didn’t know them. They could have saved her just to rape and murder her, cut her up slow, or cannibalize her… A shudder racked its way down her back. Shit… They’d been there before… Bobby’s brow furrowed. Dawn’s use of the word ‘newbies’ to describe new arrivals threw her for a moment. It sounded much more casual than a woman of her status here.

Dark brown eyes scoured the room as Dawn moved around her. They finally focused in on the scrubs Dawn held out to her and she took them from the woman without another word. She found it odd that they’d clean her clothes but not mention returning them. She caught that…but she didn’t question it. It wasn’t the appropriate time for that. Bobby was smart enough to bide her time and scope things out before raising cane. “Thank ya, I appreciate it.” She commented, nodding once. “Don’t exactly relish my ass hangin’ out in the wind with this gown forever…” She laughs softly, smiling.

It seemed Bobby was going to acquiesce to a lot here before she ever got any real answers. She nodded and smiled some more. “I would, actually… I’m famished now that I think on it.” As if on cue, her stomach rumbled audibly into the room for all to hear. Bobby’s expression turned sheepish. “If it ain’t too much trouble… As reasonable as y’all might be, I don’t wanna be a burden.”

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Ghosts in the Darkness || Bobby and Daryl

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Dale shook his head. “This isn’t right. I know you don’t know any of us, but…”

Bobby’s dark eyes were lit with the fire of a thousand burning suns. “But what? I do know what y’all did to that man wasn’t right… An’ I ain’t ‘bout to have it on my conscience that I did nothin’, neither… Unh-uh…” She shook her head now too. “Now, ya’ll excuse me I need to be goin’…”

Her back was slung over her shoulder onto her back instead of balanced on both shoulders, but the cat seemed fine. Patches head was stuck up through the top, the flap on top of his head like a burlap hat. He mewed a couple times softly, as if picking up on Bobby’s harried and angry demeanor. She rounded the front of the truck and raised a hand to Daryl, narrowing her eyes and giving him the finger through the passenger side door window. “Ya know I’m comin’, Daryl. I ain’t stayin’ with these low lives a second longer but I am doin’ ya a favor; ya know? Could maybe cut me some slack…’stead o’ yellin’ at me.”

His expression and grunting was lost on her. She knew it was probably in direct relation to her cat, combine with what she had just done giving him the finger and all. It didn’t matter to her. He could think whatever he wanted but Patches was quiet unless he sensed the undead around what was supposed to be their safe place. And he mostly took care of himself unless he needed feeding in a confined space; at which point he didn’t eat nearly as much as a human child or adult or anything…

The brunette took her pack off and set it down on the floor boards of the truck, jumping in and adjusting so the sack with the cat was between both her legs on the floor. Bobby wasted no more time before buckling in and making sure the window was rolled down only half way, so if they were stopped a Walker couldn’t just stick his whole face in the hole. “Ready to roll, Tracker…let’s go.” She says.

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All Fall Down || Daryl & Bobby [AU]

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Bobby winced at the slight pain in her back that ran down into her tailbone and leg. Her daddy’s strap had gotten her all over but the force of his blows had broken skin and bruised her little bones. She tried to understand what Daryl meant when he said it didn’t mean they had to like it. She wasn’t aware life would or could be that much better anywhere else. Theoretically the girl knew not every parent beat their children like theirs did, but life quality of life as a whole was still kind of a mystery. “I guess I can see yer meanin’…” She sniffed once, running her hands along the soft material of her pants. The smooth texture was cool and felt nice on her scraped up palms and the cuts on her that still stung no matter what.

Her brown eyes sorted back to Daryl across the space between them. He never really asked about her siblings before and she was surprised he did now. Maybe it was just because he saw how bad off she was this time…? “Mike and Katie…? Yeah, daddy goes off on ‘em a lot, I guess…” She tried to find the words. “Daddy likes to beat me and Katie because we’re the ladies o’ the house…after mama, that is. Mike don’t like it none; he tries to take the beatin’s all the time but no way…” Bobby shakes her head. “He gets in the way and gets beat but sometimes we get it worse when he does that… I think daddy knows…” Her nose scrunches up as he asks why she never brings them with her. “I don’t know… Guess when I think ‘bout gettin’ away I just up an’ go… Nobody misses me but them… An’ I usually got the louder mouth anyway…” She smirks. “And anyway, this is our spot…”

She had no way of knowing what his reasoning was for asking. Did he want them here? Bobby would certainly bring them here if it meant their safety, but only if he was okay with it. She would never do anything that he wasn’t okay with when it came to decisions about their space, their time, together. It was part of what made Bobby the individual she was, and wise beyond her years; she was pretty selfless…

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Why Don't You Stay (AU) [Daryl & Bobby]

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Bobby’s bed was definitely worn and well-used. She was a girl of moderate means with lower income than she would have liked. It showed in her demeanor that she wasn’t someone who put a whole lot of stock in that. She didn’t speak as she crawled up his legs, straddling him as she did so, almost too slow for either of them because she was teasing. She wanted this to last. She kissed him hard and passion back when he captured her with his, her hands splayed on his chest and running down to touch his tip with her fingertips, dancing along the head and flared ridge and the slit in the tip. God…he felt so good…

His hands at her hips almost piston her forward and her wet heat makes contact with his pulsing member. She gasps softly, hotly, at his mouth when she feels him again. “Waitin’ on you…” She teases, her fingers circling his base and helping guide himself into her as she drops her pretty pussy down on him. She groans loud and her head tips back, baring her throat to him. “Oh fuck…”

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Somehow We Lost Everything || Shane & Bobby

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Bobby was no innocent. It had been a long time since she’d been ignorant of what to do with a man’s cock. What she did, however, came naturally to her because Lord knew she hated the very connotation that the porn industry and all its subsidiary businesses held. She guessed they had their benefits for some people but she had never taken to them to…help her out, like some others she knew had. Her sister, in fact, who had wanted to be an actress all her life had been asked about being a member of the porn community while she was “waiting for a call back.” Another reason to buck the typical go-to and go her own way with whatever God had given her.

Her plump lips sealed tight around him as she went down on him, up and down, like a piston. Her auburn brunette hair slipped off her shoulders and fell forward with the action of her efforts. Her eyes were closed sometimes and at others, looking up from under her brows at him, trying to meet his eyes. Her right hand worked him too, covering the part of his shaft she couldn’t fit in her mouth and the part of him she would let out when she pulled up and back. She moaned around him often, sending those vibrations down his member and into those even more delicate receptors at his root. Her left hand massaged and played with his balls to make him even more sensitive to her manipulations. Her mouth popped off of him like she’d been sucking on a lollipop and she grinned slyly. Her voice was husky now and it made her Southern accent take on a whole other life of its own.

“Ya likin’ that, huh…? Well yer gon’ love what comes next…”

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Little Light in the Dark || Shane & Bobby

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Wade was all wide eyes and toothy grins. He was sat on his mother’s side, arms around her neck and legs around her middle like a legitimate monkey. Bobby nodded her approval to Shane about getting everything ready, returning the chaste kiss with her own lips before letting him get back to it. It didn’t take him long to get it all ready and packed in tight and they were finally on their way. The parking structure had an arched doorway leading out to a small park with statues of animals along the whole walk. Bobby took Shane’s hand when he made a grab for hers, threading their fingers together. She looked up at him and smiled as they walked side-by-side.

All of the statues were calling Wade’s name and he was pointing at everything. He wanted down so he could run to them and fill his little head with imagined adventures among all the wild animals made of stone. “Alright, alright… Give yer mama a second…” Bobby laughed as she said it, maneuvering to let Wade down. She had to use both her hands so she took the one back from Shane for a moment to do so. Once he was on his own little feet he reached up for his mama’s hand.

“Come on mama! Daddyyyyyy!”

Bobby took their son’s offered hand and looked back at Shane with a facial expression like she was being tugged along with some great strength. “Oh my…” She grins instantly. “Ya comin’ daddy?” Wade wasn’t paying any mind to his father’s request to climb over to him because his little mind was gone off on another path, trying now to climb up on the large tiger statue that was bearing its large predatory smile. “Let’s let him crawl ‘round on the statues fer a minute and then I’ll let him climb up on ya.” Bobby chuckles, helping her son to get onto the tiger’s back nice and good so he could sit there and beam up at them.