Carl Grimes in The Walking Dead Season 7 Episode 9 “Rock in the Road”
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Carl Grimes in The Walking Dead Season 7 Episode 9 “Rock in the Road”
gay alexandrian boyfriend aesthetics feat. that apparent immune brit and the leader’s kid.
@grimee.
UNKNOWN.
“Dad!” The boy shouted again, and finally, the man looked to his son with wild eyes. “He’s not infected, just look at it.” And so the man did, turning back on the other boy with stark unsureness.
They were right. The boy wasn’t lying. Slowly, guns were lowered, and the hatted boy muttered something along the lines of ‘sorry’ to the messy haired stranger before turning his back on him and taking a baby from an older woman, walking away from the scene with her on his shoulder, bouncing her to calm her tears.
❝ don’t worry, i’m used to it. ❞ he stepped away from the wall, picking his bag up from the ground. it was true, though. no matter where he went, harry always got harassed by the groups he ran into. it was worse for the first few weeks, with a few people constantly babysitting him until they knew he should’ve turned and didn’t. harry really didn’t understand, but he assumed the precaution was just because this was america. it wasn’t a big deal to him, it was just routine at this point. ❝ thanks for vouching for me. i’m harry, by the way. ❞
UNKNOWN.
The youngest boy stood to the side, and slowly, after assessing the bite and the boy’s face, he lowered his weapon, murmuring to the older man, who seemed to be the top-dog in charge.
“Dad…” He hissed, but the eldest seemed to be distracted, his own colt held high to the stranger’s forehead, continuing to yell threats.
“That’s fuckin’ impossible,” the bearded man yelled through grit teeth.
❝ everyone in this country’s a skeptic, aren’t they? not really surprised, considering how fucked everything is. ❞ he didn’t blame the older one, it seemed like it was every man for himself these days. harry wasn’t going to let up, though. ❝ i KNOW it seems like it’s impossible, but that’s what the truth is... ❞
Don’t fall for it.
was it normal for americans to interrogate people like this? being backed against a wall and hounded because of the scar on your shoulder? harry’s tried telling the guy multiple times that he wasn’t going to turn, but he couldn’t get a word in. he finally decided that interrupting was going to be the only way he’d get to say anything. harry was kind of scared to speak up, though, since the guy yelling at him did seem pretty intimidating. ❝ it’s a scar, honestly! i dunno how i didn’t turn, okay? it’s at least a year old, ‘m not a walker, alright? ❞
@grimee.
something quick i need to tell you guys. i made this blog while on vacation, so i’ll be on vacation hiatus until the 19th or 20th. i feel so bad, since i have so much harry muse. but this is what i must live with.
‘cause i am on FIRE! a crying, burning LIAR! seeing nothing, nothing but MYSELF, and I’M THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER! every inch of me is CHARRED. god, what happened to my HEART? i’m about to FALL APART again, again! and you’re never COMING BACK and i’m NOT OKAY with that. and I SHOULD’VE NEVER LET MYSELF GET ATTACHED!
and it feels like everyday is a fight for my life to get some self control.