"She's a valuable little girl."

Hey there, name's Luke. Our group has been through a lot. And we've lost a lot of people along the way, and what remains of us has let the horror of the walking dead get to us. Now after we've encountered another group of survivors and shots were fired...

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

[Fyi this blog is on hiatus until further notice. Likely I may change this blog to something else I have muse for, but for now I’m not going to make any further updates to this blog until I get my muse back.]

[antihercine-blog]

      ” You didn’t spoil any mood,                                            I’m jus’ playin’, ”  

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"I know you were. So was I.

                                               One thing, though."

[antihercine-blog]

      " Or you could, y’know, TAKE WHAT’S YOURS, “

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"And what is mine, exactly? Thought you ain't, last I checked."

[antihercine-blog]

      ” I dunno, grab a snack, go to bed, really there’s             a lot of things I could do instead, y’know, “

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"You sound like you're not really interested, 

maybe I should be the one to grab a snack, 

go to bed and see how you like that?"

[antihercine-blog]

      " I ain’t singing nothin’,            and hell that’d be one               W   I   C   K   E   D STD, “

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"A'right, a'right. Sure sounded like you were singin' happy before.

                                          N'sorry if I spoiled the mood for you.

                                        Well, I doubt it'd be somethin' you catch more than somethin' y'taste like."

[antihercine-blog]

     " Surely me doing that is far too much power, "             her glare was challenging.

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"I guess you're right. But what're y'gonna do about it?" he challenged back, matching her glare with his intense stare, reaching forward confidently for his hands to slip underneath her top to touch bare skin.

[antihercine-blog]

      ” The BEST fucking song that’s graced                 your goddamn ears B   U   D. “

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"I'd say, I love the lyrics already. Sing some more for me.

And any chance they might be literal?"

[antihercine-blog]

( a fucking idiot ):

♪ ’ my pussy tastes like pepsi cola, ‘ ♫ 

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"I should know. But what the hell is that song, seriously?"

[skparfaits-blog]

Realistic Clementine!

I’ve seen people do this in the past, but this is my version. She could look very different! Telltale’s art style is flexible like that :) ( ashpixelz123 )

[antihercine-blog]

      ” Yeah, I got it, “

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"Alright then. Treat you like a toy, huh? Well, I'm gonna take your clothes off then... less you rather skip the bullshit and do it yourself."

[antihercine-blog]

      " You heard me, didn’t you ?? “

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"I heard you the first time, just didn't want to seem nasty,  You want me t'stop, tell me. Got it?"

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

continued from x

"... Are you sure that's what you want? 'Cause once I start, there ain't no goin' back."

[antihercine-blog]

      " T H A N K   Y O U, ” she murmured, her stomach rumbling like a          deadly storm as her eyes flickered away from the intensity of his          gaze. ” I’m sorry for leaving you like that still… I’ll make it up to you,          even if you don’t believe it, ” She didn’t often beg for any kind of           forgiveness, nor even provide any notion that she might want some,          but this was DIFFERENT. She’d left someone, a valued friend,          hanging in the wind, and she CARED about that, even if she was          almost all out of reasons to care. She sighed, a ragged and fearful          SIGH, hoping that, at least for a moment, the STORM was OVER.

      ” How have things been ?? ” she probed, her tone hollow was they         moved towards the center of the area, towards the roaring fire that         burned strong against the dark. The question felt strange, how else         had things been but TRAGIC. She saw faces she recognized but          more faces that she didn’t. Bloodied, battered, scarred, DEAD.          Wherever they were in the world, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to         know. Wash their names from your mind, pretend like they never         were there. Wash their blood from your hands and don’t look in the         mirror, this is the way we SURVIVE.

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"Look... it's okay. I'm not expectin' anythin'. Now, just eat, okay?" he spoke to her matter-of-factly trailing off into concern at the end. It's not that he didn't believe he words; he just didn't want to make her feel like she owed him anything now she'd already apologized. He was just content that, now after months of thinking she was dead and having lost her, she was back again. And asking any more of that, any more from her was just too much for him right now.

"Rough." he told her, the smile not returning to his face, offering another world to describe their ordeal. "I lost the others... Clem, Jane, Kenny... we were crossing a frozen lake when I fell through the ice." he called off their names, not knowing Fallon's feelings wanting to forget, warming hands as he looked into the glowing embers of the campfire. "A dead one pulled me down and I thought I was good as dead, but kicked it off me and swam to the surface." He shivered slightly in the muscle memory, a frost that seeped into your very bones and sinew. "I was so cold... I passed out, and when I came to these people had dragged me out. Damn near saved my life, but I don't know for how long. We're runnin' low on food and water out here as it is, and my huntin' ain't bringing in near enough for everyone." There were a few people he recognized from Carver's camp he recognized as he thought about it, but the rest were strangers, and he very much wished he knew where the rest had gone.

[cositos]

I made my friend play Walking Dead S1-S2,  didn’t tell her anything about the game, so I could laugh at her reactions, but we both ended up crying.

[glowingdove]

I just know that by the end of this season, I’ll come back to this fanart and cry my eyes out T_T

[glowingdove]

Yup, I’m fucking crying!

[antihercine-blog]

                                                  "She’s not alive,”

      Fallon felt a shiver run through her body at this. No, this wasn’t what she would have wanted, she would have wanted Fallon to be S T R O N G, even when she felt so weak. Messily she wiped the tears from her eyes, closing them for a moment as she clenched her fists.

      “Food… Food would be good,” she managed, nodding softly, delicately almost. The woman couldn’t say she liked delicate being applied to her, she was stubborn and callous and cruel but not S O F T.

                  “It wasn’t your journey to take,                            it wasn’t your burden to hold,”

      She turned to him, not afraid of showing him her tears. Strength was not in hiding weaknesses but in R I S I N G above them. Nose running like a tap, eyes bloodshot and weary, she locked her eyes with his.

                                                                 "There aren’t many I trust,                                                                       but if you weren’t one of them                                                                                                I wouldn’t be here,”

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

Her words hit him like a cold weight in his gut. He couldn't imagine what she was feeling right now, nor would he pretend to.

"Here, I've got some canned beans... canned stew... here, I think you'll like the creamed chicken and vegetables in this one t'settle your stomach." he offered her, opening the can with a knife and placing it on a grill over the fire. He thought Fallon was a lot of things, but soft wasn't one of them. Many people, mostly men may have thought women were soft because of their skin, their curves, their traditional affectionate and maternal nature. But Luke had met enough women to know that Fallon was tough, brutal and been through enough pain to temper her stronger than steel.

As she turned to him to bravely show him her tears, locking eyes with him to show him how strong she was that she wasn't afraid to be emotional, he reciprocated with a urgent need of emotions of his own. He wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug, even if she was made of stuff stronger than steel, it didn't mean she was a machine but a person who right now he felt would need any kind of human physical affection she could get to know someone cared about her.

"I trust you too." he said quietly over her shoulder, holding her for a short moment before pulling away, because fuck it if she didn't want it but at least he tried. He didn't want to keep her long from eating her meal eventually anyway, but locked eyes with her for the moment. "I get it, I do. Maybe it wasn't my burden, but it doesn't have to be for me to help you. It didn't have to be something you carried alone. But, it's in the past now. You know you can stay here as long as you like... leave whenever you like. And you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

I just lost my post AGAIN

GDI tumblr I hate your new update thing >:(

[antihercine-blog]

      "It’s okay… She’s G O N E, I know that much. She’s not here anymore,” she inhaled quickly, turning away and shaking her head, thin tears streaking down the woman’s face. She didn’t want to think about her anymore, not after she’d tricked herself so harshly into thinking that they’d be together one day. Now? She had lost most of her supplies bartering for information, there’d been more than one time when she’d thought she’d be a goner. Her body was a map of scars, emotional and physical, that plotted out her last few months. 

              Every move she made,                       was A G O N Y.

      "I’m just so S O R R Y,”

[soundslikearealgoodguy]

"Y'mean, she's... not in the area, or is she... not alive?" Luke asked carefully, reaching out with a hand to try and comfort Fallon, but stopped his hand and retracted it. She had been gone for so long, and he couldn't be sure after the shit she must have gone through that their relationship was the same as when she left, especially now he knew she had someone she was in love with. He could see how she was falling apart before him just by the mere mention of the absence of her lover, and he knew, no amount of emotional or physical comfort he could possibly offer her could ever begin to fill that void. "C'mon, let's get some food into you, and a bed. Why... why didn't you tell me? I would have understood. I would have helped you, gone with you. I would have watched your back. You still trust me, don't you?"