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“Y’know. I moved out here t’be alone. That means without any’a you here." Daryl didn’t take move his gaze to the other, focusing on the ropes he was in the process of knotting together to create a make shift net.

He sighed, finishing the knot up and dusting his jeans off as he stood up. “What d’you want?”

#::open #Let's give this a try again.#V: Main

betterhealing‌:

Ultimately if humanity managed to survive this it would persevere. That was just how people were - they were smart, and were usually able to figure things out enough to get by and keep going. That said… that said so many had already been lost, and many more would be too, but the little pockets who learned how to handle this threat and any others that popped up would only grow and grow and thrive.

It was how it had to be. It was how it had to be. And Arcade would always, always, believe that the good in people would outweigh all the bad out there too.

Along the long roads that had finally brought him this far he’d seen settlements rise and settlements fall. He’d seen the horrors of people, at wits end and ready to do anything and everything to survive. He’d seen people pull together time and time again for the greater part, striving to piece together a life out of the ashes of everything that had been lost.

While it was just that small thing to buy them even marginal seconds worth of time it had to be enough. “I didn’t get a good look how sheer the climb might be… if we had to go up.” At the very least the singular consolation was that it was unlikely the herd or any of the walkers in it would be able to follow - they didn’t seem be the most… freshest.. upon initial glance. Still, he probably didn’t seem overly thrilled and sold on that idea either. It was good to have some sort of backup idea just in case though. Getting surprised out here only led to people getting killed… or much worse.

You learned how to survive, or you died… or you fell in with a group who could compensate for your lack of skills. Arcade was alone, and had been for a while - he had his wits and his intelligence, and had proven a surprising hand towards tactical ingenuity. Who would’ve figured, even if physically he probably couldn’t keep up with most of the better fighters out there.

“Sometimes being quiet is easier said than done… especially when you’re tall and trying to book it in the middle of the woods.” A bit of a lament there, as he poked and prodded around the cave a bit - trying to see what he could, how far back it went, and just… in generally attempting to make certain they were not going to find themselves with any unexpected visitors of any sort. Animal life wasn’t always the friendliest after all, and a cave this size could very well be a nice den for anything. “Who knew this would be how I’d get in the best shape of my life? I study plants for a living - they’re not exactly well known for suddenly deciding to uproot themselves and flee.”

A pause, then a flicker of pain - there and gone. “Well… studied.” That was a life well gone now, wasn’t it?

“That’s a kind offer.” Because it was, and he didn’t even hide the surprise in his tone either - because that wasn’t the sort of help he’d expected from anyone out here. “Maybe a little food if there’s extra to spare… or a place where I could sleep without fear of becoming an impromptu dinner, for just one night. I wouldn’t want much, if anything at all - more importantly we need to get out of here and survive first, before anything’s even considered..” But anything else he might’ve been about to say had filtered off, as he hesitated, brow furrowed slightly while he chanced a better look at the area that had caught his attention. His hands moved, pulling away some of the plant growth that was in his way and..

“Hey.. Daryl, wasn’t it? There’s fresh air back here.”

People adapted, they overcame circumstances that shouldn't have been possible. It was just the way humanity worked. And nature itself also had it's own strength that the plague of undeath sweeping across it couldn't stop. It was the people who survived, who thrived that would help the world grow again, and they could rebuild from the ashes of their civilization.

People who believed in the inherent good in people were the ones who could help society move on, as long as they were smart about it. Daryl had seen too much evil to believe everyone was good, but he did remember those who had believed in it, and he tried to keep that positivity going, even though they were gone.

Perhaps that was why he rescued Arcade, why he didn't just leave the man for dead. Because he wasn't too far gone, he was still human, still kind-hearted and genuine. It gave him faith that the world hadn't killed the last bit of kindness he held close to his heart.

Scratching his jaw, at the stubble that grew there, Daryl made a soft noise of contemplation. “Don't remember what it was like either. An' I can't get a feel inside, 'cause caves are real misleadin' sometimes.” He tsked softly, wrinkling his nose. They didn't dare peek out the entrance however, it wasn't worth the risk. So they needed to consider other options, it was too dark for Daryl to make out any potential tracks in the dirt, anything that could point them towards a way from the cave.

Arcade had the look of someone who'd been alone a long time, wary and careful with the way he carried himself. He was attentive and that was important, and Daryl admittedly found himself curious about the other man.

“Yeah, I s'ppose that's fair. I lived my life...'fore all this, like that. Spent a lotta time movin' through the woods.” Maybe he just had a knack for it that most people didn't. Daryl shrugged, watching the man poke around the cave. He listened for any sound of walkers coming up on them, but their hushed conversation shouldn't draw any attention to them. The comment caught Daryl off guard and he laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Y'know? That's fair. They ain't exactly much in the way of escapin'.”

Daryl didn't miss the expression that flitted briefly across Arcade's face, but he didn't pry. “Guessin' it's come in some handy though yeah? Makin' sure people don't eat the poisonous shit instead?” Lightening the mood was something Daryl could never get the hang of.

Maybe he was a little lonely, or maybe Arcade had surprised him with his quick thinking, at the very least he'd impressed Daryl. So the offer came naturally, a suggestion to make this moment a little easier on them both. “Figure we can manage that. Got apple trees where we're at. An' houses too. Could definitely getchu a bed, and a shower.” Daryl mused as he cast a glance back at the entrance. Arcade had stepped a little farther out of his view, and Daryl took a step forward when Arcade's voice called out.

“Fresh air?” That was promising, so Daryl moved in the direction Arcade had gone, inhaling when the soft breeze of fresh air hit him. “Well I'll be damned. Think it's a way out?”

#betterhealing #V: Main #Long Post

psychotheory‌:

It was something that could be both a good and a bad thing - a double-edged sword, if you would. The amount of walkers that had yet to wander out of the city would surely be one hell of a deterrent for those who weren’t desperate or just that well supplied for such a run, but it was also an exceedingly viable threat towards even the good who needed to wander in for such help.

Honestly it was often all that one could likely do - you learned just enough to keep yourself alive, keep going, and hoped that you didn’t drop dead from something else in the process that couldn’t be treated by someone without medical skill. How many people had simply died that first winter, adding more numbers to the herds? Far too many.

While it would definitely be an interesting, expected, thing overall Daryl was likely right in his thought there… it may very well not go as well as expected. Unfortunately Hal had seen too many of the wrong kind of people, and with Ian unwell for the moment he was exceedingly reluctant to place his husband into risk without knowing them. While this stranger was helping him so far it didn’t change the fact that they were strangers still.

“Good luck findin’ them. Seems t’only be harder and harder to do that.” A frown hovered on his lips, but it was surely a true enough fact right there. One could hope that someone the knowledge would be able to be passed on - there had to be hope for that too, or even more countless live would likely prove to be lost. “Gotta say, probably what most would feel in that situation.” A pause. “Most.” Because he’d met people along the way who seemed the type to rather be very dead than lose a limb. Took all kinds, he supposed.

Where there was a will there was a way, right? Walkers were usually painfully loud, and from what he could see a significant portion of what had been gathered out there were definitely of the less than fresh sort… so likely even slower than the usual.

There’d be time and ways to get out of here, if needed.

Still, the table being situated was definitely important enough and Hal moved to heft his side, intending to get it over in the block the entrance as much as he plausibly could as quietly as he could - bracing it for Daryl a bit too to try to help him lodge his own side into position, if he could. “Huh, that explains a lot.Been a long time since I moseyed down Georgia’s way, though I heard a good chunk’a Atlanta’s gone - y’know if that’s true?”

Oh, but he definitely had him right there. “Louisiana… spent a good chunk of my life out Shrieveport’s way.”

Everything seemed to be a double-edged sword that would wound you just as soon as help you. That was just the way life seemed to go now-a-days. It was easily as stressful as any other consideration that one had to make about this new life. If a place was dangerous, it meant it was safer to store supplies, but it was also a risk to get into. And the same went for the other end of that spectrum. If it was safe, it was potentially dangerous to attempt to settle down there.

Until society rebuilt, until humanity had a chance to rebuild, you just had to keep marching forward, like a soldier on a battlefield. One foot in front of the other until you made your way somewhere that could be home, or until you died. That first winter had been hard on people, the first year itself had been. Daryl remembered months of just moving forward, place to place for such short times.

Daryl couldn't blame Hal for being hesitant, he'd always been that way, cautious as a wild deer but far from hesitant to bare his teeth if need be. Nonetheless, the offer was there, a proverbial olive branch offered to someone who'd been helpful so far, and who hadn't tried to kill him on the spot. It could be mutually beneficial for them both, or they could just move on once they made it out of the city.

“Yeah, s'real hard t'find 'em anymore. S'why you gotta protect them.” Their last doctor had been helpful, kind, and it was why he wanted to protect Denise so much. Her being alive meant everything would go so much better, even if she was still new, inexperienced. “Know it's how I'd want t'be. 'Long as I was still gonna be useful t'my family.” Daryl admitted, nodding a little. Some people didn't feel that way, they'd rather just take a quick, easy death rather than having to struggle with adapting to a missing limb, and Daryl couldn't really blame them too terribly much honestly.

There'd only been a few walkers in the area when they'd first arrived, fresher than the ones who had arrived recently, but still decaying and older. It was promising, it promised a chance to get out of there easier, slip away from the walkers and out of the city.

They'd figure it out somehow, when the time came that is.

Daryl carried the table forward, letting Hal guide it where he thought was the best place for it to be situated. It was vital they got the table into place, and Daryl wasn't much a leader in some spots, so he just let Hal decide and he followed. “Miss those forests.” He admitted before looking up at Hal. Daryl grimaced a little, remembering everything that had gone on, and he nodded. “Army bombed the city, took a big chunk outta it. I guess t'try and kill some'a the damn walkers. Didn't help as well as they hoped.”

A Louisiana boy? That explained the accent. Daryl whistled softly, more an exhalation of air than anything else, but enough to classify as a quiet whistle. “Huh, didn't figure I'd meet someone from my neck'a the woods. More or less. How'dya end up here? If y'don't mind me askin'.”

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wicked-chocolatine

Carl Grimes in 7x01

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I think I lost all my icons because my cat dropped my hard drive with them all on it and it doesn't boot up now.

#::Out of Georgia

aramintascolin

aimedgun-blog

@enduer

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corlgrimes

crucefix

carl grimes week: day 3, favourite relationship » rick grimes ↳ no more kid stuff. i wish you could have the childhood i had, but that’s not going to happen. people are gonna die. i’m gonna die. mom. there’s no way you can ever be ready for it. i try to be, but i can’t. the best we can do now is avoid it as long we can. keep one step ahead. i wish i had something better to say, something more profound. my father was good like that. but i’m tired, son.

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psychotheory‌:

There was one consolation at the very least - given this little pharmacy was located within a city, albeit on the edge of it, probably only the most genuinely needing of it would brave into it to get the things they could. Most people - even ones of those less savory sorts - surely wouldn’t dare risk the very likely significant loss of life and manpower just to get something they could very well get elsewhere, if not already had.

Or… well, at the very least one would like to think.

An effort was still better than no effort at all! Hell Hal could get that one - he knew what he was looking for to help Ian, but it was a reasonably simple enough thing to be treated in the long run… if it was caught in advance before getting anything overly worse. Other things? Hell if he’d really know what was needed for them.

At the very least this little pharmacy had what he needed. Ian was going to be okay - the Cajun had to continue to think that, had to continue to believe that. This was going to help him… it was going to be enough to help him, and then they’d be able to continue on their traveling until they found someplace to settle down at. If they ever did - that seemed increasingly unlikely as more and more people succumbed to the walker threat. And joining up with some random group with the very likely change they weren’t good people wasn’t exactly an option anymore - his morals might be looser, sure, but Ian’s weren’t.

“Yeah, can see why. Docs ain’t a common thing out there anymore… and there’s more’n one group of people I’ve met amblin’ along the way who only sees those that’re left as’a commodity.” A twist of an expression there and gone, followed by a shake of his head. “It works though, at least. Better’n lettin’ them become mindless monsters, even if it’s t’cost of an arm or a leg.” Even if it held it’s own ramifications too, of course - those who had to lose the limb had to learn life without it, sure, but it had to be a sight better than being dead!

It wasn’t too bad. The only exception to that was the fact that the blaring alarm was still drawing in more of the walkers, but the attention was definitely decidedly still not on them so that was a bonus. “Depends on how much juice that jenny has left, but if we get this front secured we should be good.” There had to be a back way out - or even a way up too. With the extra help on the other side of the table he moved, intending towards working it to where they needed it to be to shore up that entrance, bracing it securely if he could. “Y’don’t sound from ‘round these parts. Then ‘gain, who does anymore.”

The fact that this was so deep in a decent sized city meant that it was more than likely safe. Which was a nice thing to think about. The knowledge that this place would be safe from people who didn't genuinely need it. It was something Daryl would comfort himself in thinking when he brought the medicine their group needed back home.

Daryl certainly wasn't a doctor, he didn't know anything in the way of real medicine, all he knew was what he'd done in order to make sure he stayed alive and the few times he'd had to stitch himself up. He knew you needed antibiotics, and painkillers thanks to Merle, but other than that, he didn't know much about it. And he certainly didn't know what Maggie would need aside from what Denise had told him to look out for.

He found himself wondering just what the other man needed, what kind of medicine that the person; who obviously meant a lot to the other man, needed. A part of him that even the apocalypse couldn't kill, wanted to offer assistance. But he tamped that down, figuring the other man probably wouldn't appreciate the offer just yet. He seemed wary, which wasn't a bad thing in this world. Daryl couldn't say that he wasn't wary, and perhaps that's why he and Aaron were the ones who sought out new people, rescues to bring home to their little wayward group.

“Not so much anymore. S'makin' things even harder now. Those kinda people are worth more than gold, for their knowledge and abilities. Means the people 'round them can survive another day.” It made sense that doctors would be the most important, they kept people alive, kept them going when the world certainly wasn't doing them any favors. Nodding, Daryl furrowed his brow, thinking of Hershel and him adjusting to life without his leg. “Think a whole lot s'better than becomin' one of those mindless monsters. Hell I'd rather it too.” The hum was thoughtful, considerate and Daryl moved.

The alarm drawing in more walkers could be a problem, especially when they tried to get out of the pharmacy. But there was more than likely a back door, and if there wasn't one of those, there was certainly roof access. So they'd just have to find a way around it. “True, but I ain't really intendin' on bein' here when it runs out.” Daryl knew if they got the door secured they'd more than likely just be ignored by the walkers, and the group that had gathered would just wander away, as long as they were quiet. Moving the table along with the stranger, they carried it to the front door, which was closed, broken glass cracking under their boots. “M'not, but you don't either.” A soft chuckle. “M'from down in Georgia, little town a stones throw from Atlanta. How ‘bout you?”

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iheartnorman

Carl Grimes week / day three: favorite relationship. ➥ Judith Grimes.

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iheartnorman

Carl taking the lead in helping people 4x16 A / 5x02 Strangers

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sakura-haruka

#I’m crying

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betterhealing‌:

There were little pieces here and there - pieces of hope for a future for humanity. It wasn’t perfect… after all, so much had been ruined, so much could never be replaced. And those pockets of civilization were ones always under threat as well - from both the living and the dead. Not everyone was on board with helping out and preferred to work to their own selfish means, even well beyond just the simple effort to continue to survive.

That said… even so Arcade still preferred to think there was still more good than evil in most people.

Like with most things there were pros and cons with both living on one’s own, even in this nightmare, as well as being with a group of people. The good researcher himself preferred the latter, even with all its cons… but he had gotten unwittingly used to traveling alone through the long miles too.

Everyone had lost at least someone… and for each there would likely be even more someones than that. The world wasn’t safe anymore… not that it ever was, but the main threat out there did significantly want to eat you.

It was something better than nothing, at the very least. Wouldn’t fool any person who had an inkling of a clue how to survive out there, but the walkers didn’t seem to have the sense to think and rationalize. “Enough time to prepare. Usually to run too, but..” A glance around. From his position he couldn’t see the far back of the cave at this moment, so there might be a way to escape out that way, but.. “At least the entrance is small and the path out there narrow - if we were followed they wouldn’t be able come at us more than one at a time, and we would be able to take turns holding them off. They’re not smart - many would go over the edge too..”

He’d had to do this, had to plan these sort of things, had to survive for… far too long now, and it was enough to cause the blond to visibly grimace towards his own words. He’d never forget those were still people out there - had been loved ones and family members. Innocent victims to the malady that now brought those who died back.

But he was still able to deal with them as needed.

“A singular or small handful of people can avoid them easily enough.” Spoken from experience. “Other than that.. they are an exceedingly viable threat. I’ve only been able to just keep ahead of them myself, though I’ve been on foot this entire time.” Cars were too risky, too loud… and from what he’d personally seen made you far too much of a target for the very living threat.

While Daryl found a point to rest Arcade moved, now wholly curious of what they had boxed themselves into and wanting to check it out while he could. Every step was measured, trying to keep from any sounds that might echo within the cave and alert any of the walkers that might be outside, as he headed along the wall as far back as he could plausibly go, noting everything and anything he could, though he remained within eyesight of the entrance too. “If you’d like once it’s safe to leave I could travel part of the distance with you. I understand not wanting me close to your home - we’re strangers after all - but two sets of eyes keeping a lookout is significantly better than one.. especially with so many walkers out there right now.”

So much was lost with the passage of time and things that should have never come to pass. But there were also things that they'd held onto in little pockets of civilization. There were people who would always try and take it from them, but people would always fight for the little bits of humanity they held onto and had built around. Which is why people like Rick and his group were fighting to create a new home and defend it from people who'd take it from them.

Daryl had seen people who were so much more and who'd take on other people if it meant helping them over themselves. It was the humanity that survivors held onto still.

He'd been on his own so long before, that Daryl hated the thought of being alone again, on his own against a nightmare world that was determined to take his life and loved ones from him.

You'd always be at risk of losing someone, especially with the way the world was. It was even more dangerous now, and Daryl thought it almost made people appreciate the people they had in their lives more than they had before.

A person with malicious intent wouldn't be dissuaded, but it would work against the unwitting or the undead. Which would more than likely buy them some time to defend themselves. Daryl nodded, thoughtfully, crossing his arms across his chest. “Would give us 'nough time I think.” He mused, squinting in the darkness towards the back of the cave. Arcade was clever , attentive and that was important. “Think between the two of us...we'd be able t'get through 'em. Or survive against 'em if we did get followed.” Not that Daryl thought they'd been followed. Arcade looked like he'd be the type to not be quiet on his feet, but Daryl was pleasantly surprised to find he was better on his feet than expected.

You had to prepare for dangerous inevitability of things going poorly. That's how you survived, having backup plans and escape route, being able to think on your feet kept you alive. It hurt. He wasn't as numb as he once had been, thanks to the group, a large part that was thanks to Glenn. Glenn kept them all human, he reminded them that these people; the undead, they'd once been people with families and plans. It was what kept you moving.

It didn't change the way you had to deal with it sometimes, but there was a way to handle it with a kinder hand, a sense of understanding and melancholy almost.

“You have t'be careful. Long as you're quick on your feet and quiet...y'can escape 'em.” It was part of why they always kept their group small. When the group grew was when things went to hell it seemed. They always seemed to fall back to the same handful of people that they'd always held onto. “S'kinda stupid, usin' cars. Sometimes y'gotta. But there's a lotta precautions you gotta take. Much easier t'be on foot.”

Daryl was attentive, but allowed himself a moment to rest. He could also just listen and stay on alert while the researcher explored the cave to learn what they could do. Listening, Daryl's gaze was focused carefully on the cave entrance as he listened to Arcade move about the cave. Daryl hummed thoughtfully and nodded. “Think that'd be good. Help us both...n'maybe, if y'prove safe. Y'can get somethin' from us, some kinda supplies. T'take with you if y'don't wanna stay.” Daryl offered. It was a good idea, to have a second pair of eyes to make sure they made it through alive.

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