RPs by Black Jack and Coke

Multi-muse RP blog. See someone you like? Currently under construction.

[thereedusanon]

The next morning, Alle woke up still wrapped out in Murphy's arms, snuggled into his chest. Smiling, she kissed the tattoo on his chest and slid out from under his arms and out of the bed. Stretching, she shivered in the apartment, she'd forgotten to turn the heat on and it was freezing. Looking around, she found Murphy's sweater and slipped it on, inhaling his scent as she slid it over her head.

He grabbed the pillow, nomming on it a little as he sighed out, still sleepy. His face brushing on the warmth surface, inhaling her scent on it. It took him a while to wake up and realize she wasn’t there by his side. “Alle…?” he mumbled softly, eyes half-lidded as he turned to sit up in bed, looking around. A shiver climbed up his back, he got up from bed, grabbing his boxers and tshirt to get something warm before he walked out the room.

"Mornin’ pretty lass" he said with a smile reaching for her and kissing her shoulder.

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He laughed a bit and playfully tickled up her sides while having his face nuzzling and tickling her neck. “Me Ma would ‘ave fun wit’ ye. I can ‘ssure ye tat ye’d end u’ bein’ friends”

"Bu’ ‘m gonna tell ye tat ye gotta stop worryin’ ‘bout yer parents…If ye dun like ‘em, jus’ run away from ‘ome. ‘ome is wherever yer comfty n’ ‘ave people who love ye n’ care ‘bout ye…n’ usually ye dun’ get tat from family". Wise words from someone who actually had a tight and loving family. 

He took a sip of his coffee and let himself fall back, furrowing under the blankets again while he caressed her side with his hand, arms wrapped around her. It felt nice to be there, far nice that in their sorry excuse of house. He sighed a bit and smiled “I wouldn’ mind ‘avin’ ye ‘round all tae time…”

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"I hope so." She says, nuzzling him back and giggling before sobering up. "I wish I could say the same about my mother and you. But she wouldn’t." She looks at him honestly, sighing and leaning her head against his shoulder. He’s right about the family thing though and she tells him. "The best family is the one you make for yourself, right?" She asks, kissing him on the cheek and sighing in content at his touch. It was nice having him near. "I wouldn’ mind either. But Connor might be annoyed."

[thereedusanon]

"Well dun ye worry ‘bout me brudder. I’ll be tae one talkin’ ta ‘im. I ‘no ‘ow tae deal wit ‘im" A smile crept up his face, lightining it up at her answer. He was feeling all sorts of happiness whenever Alle was close to him. The kind of your family doesn’t give you but still feels as good as their loving.

[rpbybjac-blog]

"If anyone can, it's you." She joked, leaning back against and purring at his touch. God, she was really liking the feel of his hand on her side. It was nice, and he was feeling especially cozy. Alle was a lot happier with him than she was willing to admit to herself even. It just felt right. She set her coffee mug on her nightstand, snuggling into his side. "'S too cold. Let's stay in bed and snuggle all day."

[rpbybjac-blog]

"Hey, least I ain’t dead. Or one of ‘em things. Could be worse." She shrugs, wincing in pain slightly. She’d have to be careful with how she moved for a while, Laure figured, still running her hand through his hair and taking another sip of water. “‘M glad. ‘S nice to have you here, Dar." She says softly, watching his eyes close and slide open. “‘M okay. I just hope your group isn’t freaked out that you brought a bleedin’ chick back with you." 

[betterwatchyermouthsunshine-blog]

He hummed in response to that, not even willing to imagine her body cold and lifeless. Or semi-alive and ravenous for flesh. “Real knight in shinin’ armor, ain’t I? White trash Charmin’ an’ all that.” He was kidding of course, the sarcasm still laced in the words but she was right. She was still here. And she’s still carding through his hair and he’s still very aware of the internal war between his body wanting to flee from the touch and the back of his mind telling him how…comfortable it felt. But unless the others came striding through he door, he wasn’t making the effort to move. 

He did flinch when she winced in pain though, not pleased with the idea of her being stubborn enough to refuse some painkillers. {Gonna have Hershel slip’er some later, ain’t gonna sleep without’em…} “If they are, they can take it up with me; ain’ like ‘was jus’ gonna leave ya out there. ‘Sides ya ain’ exactly the first woman t’show up bleedin’…s’like people have a damn Hershel Antenna ‘round Georgia.” He’s silent for a few moments, figuring out a way to ask his next question. “Ya…still trusted me ‘nough t’let me bring ya back t’some prison an’ a bunch’a strangers, even after that shit ‘few years back an’ not seein’ me for longer…why?”

[rpbybjac-blog]

She chuckles, still keeping his hand in his hair and trying to settle into something resembling a comfortable position."Ya always were a White Trash Prince Charmin', Dar." She says softly, relishing the fact that she was with him again, that all the bullshit of the past didn't matter, all that did was now. She was surprised that he didn't move away from her hand though, usually Daryl shied away from contact, maybe he was comfortable too? She smiles at his bravado, the way he's willing to jump to her defense. She closes her eyes, debating on drifting off to sleep before Daryl hits her with his question, making her eyes pop open. She's silent for a few minutes, and then she answers.

"Cause I ain't ever stopped trustin' ya, Dar. Even after all that." 

[citofonaremeedes]

Hey! Could you please make one with Daryl and Carol posed like Connor and Murphy in either 33 or 58?

oh wow, this was interesting to do :D Here we go with Carol/Daryl as the MacmanusBros (BDS II poster… or sorta of :P )

(yeah… I got lazy on hands… sorry!)

100 Palette Meme(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!)

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" ‘Ow lon’ ‘as it taken ya so far on yer current work?" he mused, mind reeling as to what it might be, how it…

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

http://blackjackandcoke.tumblr.com/post/73550878986/themacmanusbrothers-rp

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

"It’s a fine craft," he shrugged his shoulders a bit. "My Da was a leatherman back in ‘is youth, an’ so was ‘is father before ‘im, so I know a bit o’ tha work in it."

[rpbybjac-blog]

"A leatherman? That's so fuckin' cool. Leather is a pain in the ass to work with." She says, eyes brightening. Kalen was immensely impressed by that little bit of Connor's history.

[citofonaremeedes]

On my way…

[funnyordie]

via Modern Office with Christina Hendricks

[herpicusderpicus]

fucking slam

[rarestandfairest-deactivated201]

FUCKIN MEGA SLAM

[girlgrowingsmall]

HOT DAMN

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

" ‘Ow lon’ ‘as it taken ya so far on yer current work?" he mused, mind reeling as to what it might be, how it might look. By his jeans and…

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

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"No, no," he shook his head, more than happy to hear her go on. "I like ‘earin’ abou’ all tha’; it’s stuff I don’ know anythin’ o’." Glancing down to his coat before back to her, he raised his brows. "I can tell ya fer sure this thin’ was made in Erin, but how’d ya know?"

[rpbybjac-blog]

"Most guys are usually bored by all of it." She says shyly, smiling at him and blushing when he asks her how she knows it was made in Ireland. "You can't get wool that nice in the States." She says, shrugging. "Also, bit of a lucky guess."

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

" ‘Ow lon’ ‘as it taken ya so far on yer current work?" he mused, mind reeling as to what it might be, how it might look. By his jeans and t-shirt, you can tell he wasn’t much for fashion, but anything made by hand amazed him.

[rpbybjac-blog]

"Uh…’bout a week? It’s a commission piece. Evening gown, super-detailed.  You’ll see it when we get to my place." She smiles, eying his outfit. "You don’t seem like one for fashion, though."

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

http://blackjackandcoke.tumblr.com/post/73550878986/themacmanusbrothers-rp   

Chuckling, he glanced down at himself. "Wha' are ya talkin' abou'? I'm the definition o' it!" he laughed, sticking his hands into his pockets; He couldn't wait to see her work.

[rpbybjac-blog]

She giggles, eyeing him up and down. "Your peacoat's nice. High-quality wool, probably Irish wool. Classic and well-made piece. You'll wear that coat your whole life." She rattles off, smiling. Then she realizes she's gotten too technical about a fucking jacket. "Sorry, I get too into it sometimes, y'know?" She blushes. 

[blackjackandcoke]

//Black eye meme: Daryl's fists tightened where they hung at his sides, barely contained anger seeping from his entire form. "Swear t'god, Laure," His eyes held a familiar mixture of rage and gentleness; ready to strike but worried for her all at once. "Need t'tell me how ya got the fuckin' shiner-" He paused, his next word telling her that he was serious about this, "Please."

Laure trembled, she was still shaking from the experience that’d left her with the black eye. She can practically feel the rage radiating off Daryl. And the gentleness, his urge to protect to her. And as soon as he says ‘please’ she breaks down crying. “You remember that guy from Woodbury?” She practically whispered. “He…wanted me to do stuff with him…and…” She can’t finish the sentence, she’s sobbing too hard. “I’m sorry…I didn’t…mean to upset you…”

[rpbybjac-blog]

“‘S okay.” She says softly, sighing herself and flopping down on the bed tiredly. She nodded at his look, wincing when the alcohol hit the wounds. She felt so beat up and tired, and so out of it. But she was looking forward to getting self defense lessons from Daryl, anything to keep this from happening again. “I…uh…I tried to pull a knife on him, but he got it away from me. I think I’m gon’ need all the help I can get, Dar.” 

[betterwatchyermouthsunshine-blog]

"Didn’ have t’fight much when ya were with that other group, righ’?" He glanced up at her, and wiped around the skin a little more gently. "Ain’t a bad thing, jus’ means we gotta make sure yer fightin’ instinct s’a little quicker next time." Finding a butterfly bandage for the cut that the guy’s ring or knuckles must have put there he smoothed it over it. A little tense at being in someone’s space like he was, but still giving her one of his barely-there smirks before speaking again. "Know I ain’ gonna go easy on ya, righ’? Whatever happened today…you still ain’ no breakable l’il princess." It was a Daryl-fied compliment and subtle challenge for her to live up to.

[rpbybjac-blog]

"Nah, I was mostly on camp detail, keepin' the fires goin' cookin', shit like that." She gives him a shy smile, responding to his tiny smirk and wincing even though his touch had gotten gentler. The cut had hurt that much. It was pretty bad, the ring had gotten her deep. She gets the faintest blush when he says they have to make sure her instincts are faster as he puts the butterfly bandage on. She smirks at his princess comment, giving him a swat. "Wouldn' expect you to start now, Dar." It was her usual response to when Daryl got cocky with her, it always had been.

[rpbybjac-blog]

She takes the water gratefully, sipping it carefully before speaking and watching him settle back into his original position. Just having him near makes her feel safer, similar to when they were kids. “Feel like I look, apparently.” She jokes, smiling at Daryl warmly but tiredly. She takes another careful sip of water before closing the bottle and running a gentle hand through his hair. “‘M glad you’re here.”

[betterwatchyermouthsunshine-blog]

The gentle touch still feels strange; he hasn’t let someone make contact like that with him in a very long time. But she’s familiar and he’s too tired to make much of a fuss anyway and the rhythmic motion feels nice for both of them, he thinks.  ”Yeah, must be real glad I made ya go on that bike an’ have ya end up like this…” He mumbles, feeling a little guilty that he didn’t pick up that she was having problems on it faster. He stops himself there though and gives her one of his tiny, embarrassed smiles. “Ain’ goin’ nowhere now though, promise ya that.”

When the room goes silent again he closes his eyes for a few minutes, enjoying the relative peace they have, knowing he’ll have to go back out there and explain soon. He cracks them open again to ask her a question though. “Ya in much pain? Need some painkillers from Hershel?”

[rpbybjac-blog]

"Hey, least I ain't dead. Or one of 'em things. Could be worse." She shrugs, wincing in pain slightly. She'd have to be careful with how she moved for a while, Laure figured, still running her hand through his hair and taking another sip of water. "'M glad. 'S nice to have you here, Dar." She says softly, watching his eyes close and slide open. "'M okay. I just hope your group isn't freaked out that you brought a bleedin' chick back with you." 

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

" ‘Ow lon’ ‘as it taken ya so far on yer current work?" he mused, mind reeling as to what it might be, how it might look. By his jeans and t-shirt, you can tell he wasn’t much for fashion, but anything made by hand amazed him.

[rpbybjac-blog]

"Uh...'bout a week? It's a commission piece. Evening gown, super-detailed.  You'll see it when we get to my place." She smiles, eying his outfit. "You don't seem like one for fashion, though."

[blackjackandcoke]

//Black eye meme: Daryl's fists tightened where they hung at his sides, barely contained anger seeping from his entire form. "Swear t'god, Laure," His eyes held a familiar mixture of rage and gentleness; ready to strike but worried for her all at once. "Need t'tell me how ya got the fuckin' shiner-" He paused, his next word telling her that he was serious about this, "Please."

Laure trembled, she was still shaking from the experience that’d left her with the black eye. She can practically feel the rage radiating off Daryl. And the gentleness, his urge to protect to her. And as soon as he says ‘please’ she breaks down crying. “You remember that guy from Woodbury?” She practically whispered. “He…wanted me to do stuff with him…and…” She can’t finish the sentence, she’s sobbing too hard. “I’m sorry…I didn’t…mean to upset you…”

[rpbybjac-blog]

"I…I’m sorry, Dar." She says quietly, still keeping her face in his shirt. She knew what he was upset about, that he didn’t protect her when he felt he should have, that she let it get to that extreme. "I don’t know what I would have done if it had happened. Probably panic." She nuzzles him, trying to calm him down. "You’re here now, that’s what matters." 

[betterwatchyermouthsunshine-blog]

Taking another deep breath and letting it out when he felt her nuzzling her face into his shirt, he sighed. "Ain’t yer fault; don’ need t’apologize t’me…shouldn’t’a yelled at ya anyway." Ushering her into the cell then, he let the sheet on it fall down the bars to give them some privacy. He gathered up some things to clean around her eyes and knelt in front of her where she sat on the small bunk. “Won’ always be ‘round though; ain’t there today, was I?” He gave her a look from beneath his bangs before continuing. “Ya think ya would’a panicked? Fine, soon as that heals up ‘m givin’ ya lessons so the next bastard that tries anythin’ is the one with the black eye.”

[rpbybjac-blog]

"'S okay." She says softly, sighing herself and flopping down on the bed tiredly. She nodded at his look, wincing when the alcohol hit the wounds. She felt so beat up and tired, and so out of it. But she was looking forward to getting self defense lessons from Daryl, anything to keep this from happening again. "I...uh...I tried to pull a knife on him, but he got it away from me. I think I'm gon' need all the help I can get, Dar." 

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

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[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

"Enough abou’ me though, lass," he shook his head as if to clear the topic. In this moment, he felt detached from that part of his life, as though merely being here with her was a clean slate. "Tell me more abou’ yerself— ‘obbies, family, anythin’."

[blackjackandcoke]

"I’m afraid I’m not as interesting as a Saint." She admitted, blushing a bit and tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I’ve lived in Boston my whole life, there’s not a street in this city I haven’t been on. Let’s see…got no family left, live alone, I like making my own clothes…Hm, think that’s it. Told you, I’m not very interesting.

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

"Ya make yer own clothes?" he persisted, brows raised. "Tha’s somethin’ ya don’ ‘ear these days. Most are too lazy ta even consider tha though’ o’ makin’ somethin’ by ‘and, especially somethin’ as necessary as clothin’."

[rpbybjac-blog]

She blushed, shrugging shyly. People usually had that reaction to her admission. “Always been into fashion, I guess. I made the dress I’m wearing now.” She said, smiling up at him. “Make most of what I wear.”

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

" ‘ave ya ever thought about gettin’ into tha business?" he asked as he took in her dress, taking a moment to rather admire her as a whole. Heart and soul, she was gorgeous. "I don’ know much abou’ it, but surely it’d suit ya."

[rpbybjac-blog]

"The industry’s super-competitive, but I always thought about going on Project Runway." She smiles, watching him watch her. He was sweet, and encouraging. She blushes slightly. "Thanks, though. You should see what I’m working on now. It’s pretty cool."

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

"I’d absolutely love ta see it," he smiled, bringing his eyes once more to hers. " ‘Ow lon’ does it usually take ya ta finish a work?"

[rpbybjac-blog]

She shrugs, smiling brightly. "Depends on what I'm making." She says. "Something simple, like an A-line skirt, can take a few days. A dress can take a week. Like I said, it all depends."

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

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[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

"Enough abou’ me though, lass," he shook his head as if to clear the topic. In this moment, he felt detached from that part of his life, as though merely being here with her was a clean slate. "Tell me more abou’ yerself— ‘obbies, family, anythin’."

[blackjackandcoke]

"I’m afraid I’m not as interesting as a Saint." She admitted, blushing a bit and tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I’ve lived in Boston my whole life, there’s not a street in this city I haven’t been on. Let’s see…got no family left, live alone, I like making my own clothes…Hm, think that’s it. Told you, I’m not very interesting.

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

"Ya make yer own clothes?" he persisted, brows raised. "Tha’s somethin’ ya don’ ‘ear these days. Most are too lazy ta even consider tha though’ o’ makin’ somethin’ by ‘and, especially somethin’ as necessary as clothin’."

[rpbybjac-blog]

She blushed, shrugging shyly. People usually had that reaction to her admission. “Always been into fashion, I guess. I made the dress I’m wearing now.” She said, smiling up at him. “Make most of what I wear.”

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

" ‘ave ya ever thought about gettin’ into tha business?" he asked as he took in her dress, taking a moment to rather admire her as a whole. Heart and soul, she was gorgeous. "I don’ know much abou’ it, but surely it’d suit ya."

[rpbybjac-blog]

"The industry’s super-competitive, but I always thought about going on Project Runway." She smiles, watching him watch her. He was sweet, and encouraging. She blushes slightly. "Thanks, though. You should see what I’m working on now. It’s pretty cool."

[poyzn]

This is like installing Windows on a Mac.

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

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[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

"Enough abou’ me though, lass," he shook his head as if to clear the topic. In this moment, he felt detached from that part of his life, as though merely being here with her was a clean slate. "Tell me more abou’ yerself— ‘obbies, family, anythin’."

[blackjackandcoke]

"I’m afraid I’m not as interesting as a Saint." She admitted, blushing a bit and tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I’ve lived in Boston my whole life, there’s not a street in this city I haven’t been on. Let’s see…got no family left, live alone, I like making my own clothes…Hm, think that’s it. Told you, I’m not very interesting.

[themacmanusbrothers-rp]

"Ya make yer own clothes?" he persisted, brows raised. "Tha’s somethin’ ya don’ ‘ear these days. Most are too lazy ta even consider tha though’ o’ makin’ somethin’ by ‘and, especially somethin’ as necessary as clothin’."

[rpbybjac-blog]

She blushed, shrugging shyly. People usually had that reaction to her admission. "Always been into fashion, I guess. I made the dress I'm wearing now." She said, smiling up at him. "Make most of what I wear."

[blackjackandcoke]

She was in and out of consciousness for a good while. She thought she heard Daryl yell her name and she felt strong arms picking her up, moving her through the building. She wasn’t even sure where she wa. She felt herself be laid out on a table, heard Daryl admonish her about being stubborn and then him explain what had happened, a man’s voice she’s never heard, but is very soothing and reassuring. Callused, gentle hands taking in one of hers between them and holding on tightly. She thinks she can hear Daryl say “‘s okay, Laure, yer gon’ be okay.” but she’s not sure. Once rubbing alcohol and a rag come into contact with her gas, Laure blacks out completely from the pain.

When she wakes up, her stomach is wrapped tightly, she’s covered in two or three warm blankets, her shirt is gone, and someone is sill holding her hand. She also feels like shit, her mouth is dry, her head is killing her and her side feels like it’s on fire. Blinking, and looking around carefully, she sees Daryl, fast asleep in a chair by her side. His head on the bed next to her hip. “Dar?” She whispered.

[betterwatchyermouthsunshine-blog]

Daryl jolts awake from just her soft question; years of being forced into a light sleeper, increased tenfold in the world they’re living in now, causing him to awaken at any disturbance. It takes him a few blinks and an unconscious squeeze to her hand but he registers where he is, and the lack of danger, quickly.“‘m here, Laure…” He drops his head back down to its original position beside her hip; a subtle gesture that speaks volumes about his comfort level with her. “How d’ya feel? ‘Cause, ain’t gonna lie… ya look like shit.” He turns his head slightly to look at her with one blue eye, a tired almost-smirk on his lips just visible in the low lantern light.

Realizing she may not even be able to speak without some sort of liquid, he blindly reaches for bottle of water Hershel had left beside him with one hand. Passing it to her, he lets the silence of the room stay until she can answer him.

[rpbybjac-blog]

She takes the water gratefully, sipping it carefully before speaking and watching him settle back into his original position. Just having him near makes her feel safer, similar to when they were kids. "Feel like I look, apparently." She jokes, smiling at Daryl warmly but tiredly. She takes another careful sip of water before closing the bottle and running a gentle hand through his hair. "'M glad you're here."