— WITHOUT FLINCHING.

independent carl grimes.

[wolfdreamt]

                                                                     every flight begins with a fall.                                                                              as written by meg.

[stetsxn]

ok tho, real talk abt carl’s injury ----- it’s not easy learning to live with one eye, and while the show has brushed over and continues to brush over his recovery, he still sometimes struggles, and while he can definitely still use a gun and can hit a target, he’s not the crack shot that he used to be. he has to work and think about and put everything into perspective to actually aim successfully. enid even says she’s a better shot than him and while she quickly says she didn’t mean it like that she’s not wrong ----- it’s hard for him, even if he won’t admit to it, and even simple things get to him. chandler once said that while wearing the bandage he’ll swat at bugs that aren’t even close to him ----- he has literally no depth perception whatsoever and a giant blind spot. he’ll run into things in unfamiliar places and if he’s not really aware he’ll miss people or even walkers coming up right beside him. it’s hard for him and he tries to play it off as nothing but it’s a big thing and it’s frustrating for him.

[stetsxn]

moralcmpss.

♔ ﹡ ᶜᴬᴿᴸ

     ❛ you don’t look bad yourself,  ❜ making light of the injuries they’ve both sustained. If he couldn’t joke about it now and smile, it would be difficult to even step forward in the process of healing. ❛ least we still have an eye —— watch my left and i’ll watch your right, ❜ he should probably stop joking right now but with all of them gathered within the same walls, rejoicing for the first win? might as well celebrate a little before the war comes.

          SCARS BORE OF THE NEW WORLD  ;  carried as a weight on their shoulders, marred features, to be held for the rest of their lives.  and he understands  -----  better than anyone, what that means.  how it feels, both physically and mentally, to be affected so permanently  ;  so visibly.  something unmistakable and violent.  and though laughter was never much a part of his healing, he can’t deny glenn this.  and so a smile, small, will tug at his lips.     “   yeah, man  -----  i guess between the two of us there’s no more blind spot.   “     because, really, he’’s lost count of how many tables his hips have been victim to.

[hardyness]

Carl Grimes is just so done.

[klarks]

the 100 sentence meme: episodes 1 - 3.

it’s so beautiful. 

this is reality. 

what?! but it’s not safe!

your instincts will tell you to take care of everybody else first, but be careful. 

i can’t lose you too. 

why the hell are you here?! 

you’ve been given a second chance.

we have no idea what’s waiting for you down there.

your dad is a dick.

your one responsibility is to stay alive.

they’re on their own.

don’t you talk about my father.

i can’t die knowing that you hate me.

what the hell are you wearing?

let’s give them something else to remember you by.

the communications system is dead.

this is where we need to get to if we want to survive.

they got a bar in this town? i’ll buy you a beer.

we’re just trying to figure out where we are.

you think you’re in charge here?!

do you think we care who’s in charge?!

let the privileged do the hard work for a change.

i came here to protect you.

i don’t need protecting. 

i am done following orders.

you do still trust me, don’t you?

do you want the people you love to think you’re dead?

that, my friend, is game.

how do you block this all out?

we’re way over the line.

you’re asking me to break the law.

if we’re gonna kill hundreds of innocent people, we’re gonna do it by the book.

someone’s got to help me run things…

something else killed these two.

we have to warn them.

take off your damn clothes.

what the hell is that?!

note to self: next time, save the girl.

it looks like you’re trying to get us all killed!

we can take care of ourselves, can’t we?

we won’t survive on our own! 

we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want!

we always have a choice.

hiding behind the law absolves you of nothing.

i choose at every turn and at any cost to make sure that the human race stays alive. 

that’s the difference between us – i choose to make sure that we deserve to stay alive.

aren’t you tired of always doing what’s expected of you?

i knew there was a badass in there somewhere.

it’s okay to be afraid. the trick is not fighting it.

we are not alone.

i know this is hard, but we don’t have time for false hope.

we share based on need, just like back home.

don’t you see you can’t control this?!

we were attacked.

you’re killing us!

i understand your need to have hope, but hope isn’t enough. not when the end of the human race is at stake.

hope is everything.

who benefits most from my death?

i had nothing to do with the attempt on your life, but i’m not surprised that it happened.

you’re not coming with us.

it’s not an adventure. it’s a suicide mission.

you could have been killed!

you want them to follow you and right now, they’re thinking only one of us is scared.

anybody touches her, they answer to me.

i’m gonna make your life a living hell.

those guys aren’t just bullies – they’re dangerous criminals.

we need weapons.

i’m no one’s bitch.

maybe one of these days you’ll realise you can’t control me.

they’re hiding something and i’m gonna find out what it is.

it doesn’t mean we have time to waste.

you call this a rescue party?

we have nothing in common.

your secret’s safe with me.

you’re not a basket case because you were loved.

you have someone who would do anything for you… i envy you.

i think i know why you’re always taking care of everybody else.

why would they do something so reckless?

we’ve got nothing but time.

the truth is, i don’t know if he is alive or dead.

you’re not the only one with someone you love out there.

those are my terms. take it or leave it.

what, you think you play by different rules?

i thought there were no rules.

go back to sleep!

you’re gonna make it through this, okay? promise.

can he just die already?

it’s okay to be scared.

maybe we can move past that now… maybe this is our second chance.

let’s go kill something.

garden of eden this ain’t.

you can’t keep everyone away from me.

you’re killing him!

every life matters.

if i say there’s hope, there’s hope.

you don’t have the guts to make the hard choices.

if he’s not better by tomorrow, i’ll kill him myself.

you should really rethink this whole ‘hating me’ thing…

we’re surrounded by criminals. we’re gonna need each other.

i almost killed you.

every killed something before?

don’t people deserve to know the truth?

fears are fears. slay your demons when you’re awake and they won’t be there to get you when you sleep.

down here, weakness is death. fear is death.

when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say 'screw you, i’m not afraid’.

slay your demons.

i can be fun.

i’m gonna kill him, okay?

last night was pretty intense.

why’d you do it?

last night was pretty… what’s the word… fun.kill me.

i guess we’re gonna have to get used to people dying, aren’t we?

you’re not allowed to die.

i know i probably don’t deserve it, but i need to know the truth.

thank you for not dying.

i’ll try not to die tomorrow, too, if that’s cool.

the nightmare never ends.

[15680z]

100 favourite characters ✦ carl grimes you have to be strong enough to wait for your moment.

[stetsxn]

deathiivis.

                   ▸   @stetsxn // . 

          when first arriving in alexandria ,   judith had been fully open to the idea of staying here because she wanted to see her family safe         she wanted to stop all the  HURTING  ..  but after being here for a day or two ,   she felt   (  STRANGE  ) .    so used to running and looking over her shoulder every five minutes ,    it felt unnatural simply just    l i v i n g .   she almost craved to go   BEYOND  THE WALL  ,    but resisted because she knew her dad wouldn’t want her to.  that good girl streak could have continued ,   until she saw her brother sneaking through a weakness in alexandria’s wall.  she couldn’t not follow him ,   both worried and curious about where he was going.   

         the moment they were far enough away from alexandria is whenever she made herself known.   ❛  carl ,  where are you going ?  and i’m hurt that you didn’t  INVITE ME . ❜   she smiles ,  attempting to make a joke             no doubt it   HAD FAILED.   ❛  seriously though ,   you’re coming out here alone ?   i thought you were smarter than that. ❜

          IT’S BEEN SO LONG  ;  it seems so long, living with a gun by his side and no roof over his head.  fighting, and fighting, and fighting to stay alive.  never resting, not truly, not living.  and something inside, it must be broken  ------  something monstrous taking its place.  because surrounded by walls and happy faces it’s all he can do to breathe.  smothered.  his insides crying out for something real, something he knows, because this  -----  it’s all foreign now, the life he’d once lived gone, and he knows he’ll never get it back.  and alexandria, it may hold the past, the way life used to be, but its people are weak, and he can’t get that way, too.  going outside the walls  -----  slipping through unnoticed, the world becomes more familiar.  more real.

          and though he’s observant, not one to be caught off guard, his sister’s voice sends a rush of adrenaline steady through his bloodstream  -----  hand shooting to knife in holster instinctively, though as he turns, sees her, he calms, sigh released through lips, brows drawn.  and maybe he should have told her, or told anyone, but he knew  -----  he wouldn’t have been allowed past the walls, not alone.  not like he needed to be.     “   i can handle myself.  you know i can.   “

[stetsxn]

confiadosavior.

@stetsxn​ || sc

“Now kid, when you were trespassing, and trying to shoot up my home, did you happen to have a little conversation with your little friend Daryl.” He asked, looking down on the younger boy. “Because, now forgive me for repeating myself, but it’s pretty fucking suspicious that he disappeared right after you came, don’t you think?”

          GLARE, ONE EYED  ;  seething, an exhalation of breath  -----  frustrated.  they’re in their home, in their walls, and he can feel it  -----  the want, the need to do something.  anything.  but there’s nothing.  not yet.  not now.     “   no.   “     laced with venom  ;  anger radiating.     “   and even if i had,   “     a pause, small, as head tilts and blue eye narrows,     “   i wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell you.   “

[zamasu]

The Walking Dead #167

[stetsxn]

hc + lydia breaking up with carl.

what carl had with lydia isn’t something he’d ever felt before — not like the puppy-crushing he’d shared with sophia, but something deeper; she’d understood him and saw him as something more than his injury and something more than rick grimes’ son. she didn’t have a before image — what he was like before the eye. she only had his present, and she was okay with that. and she was a first for him, in more ways than just the obvious, and even if he wouldn’t call it love out loud yet and even if it’s too early to know yet it’s still the closest he’s ever felt to it, romantically speaking.

and while we obviously don’t get to see him react much to the break-up, what with the impending war and carl not being one to be consumed by feelings of sadness even in times of peace, he’s visibly upset when she breaks it off with him, and in a lot of ways he doesn’t really know what to do or what to feel other than just that — upset. it’s another first for him, and he stills cares about her and he isn’t the type to be angry or spiteful about it, he just legitimately … doesn’t know what to do.

so we see him, still, by her side; them supporting each other just the same, proud of each other, even him comforting her — because he still cares, and he still has those feelings for her, and a break-up isn’t going to change that for him; he’s not going to let anything get in the way of that. he’ll be her friend, if that’s what she wants, and he’s sad — but it really doesn’t change anything for him, and it won’t. that’s just not who he is.

headcanon meme  /  @depthshidden  /  accepting.

[stetsxn]

hc spring

even before the outbreak, spring brought happiness to carl — he’d loved winter, and christmas, and snowball fights and snowmen, but after awhile it would all get old and he’d just want the sun to run and play in again. and while he hadn’t hated school by any means and had enjoyed seeing his friends there, there was something about summer and the freedom that came with it that just made him happy, and spring was just another step closer to that.

now, spring brings another sort of feeling — relief. winters are hard and long and cold, and there’s no longer a christmas to make it all worth it and there are no snowball fights or snowmen, either. winter only means death, or just barely scraping by, and while that’s starting to change in alexandria, there’s still a sense of dread that comes with it. spring means warmth again, and life, and there’s comfort that comes when the temperatures raise again.

headcanon meme  /  @beer-to-shotgun  /  accepting.

[musingmemes]

injured memes

“ oh my god what happened? ”

“ you’re bleeding! why are you bleeding? ”

“ who did this to you? ”

“ that’s… a lot of blood ”

“ i think… it’s broken ”

“ can you move? does it hurt? ”

“ we need to get you to a hospital ”

“ what are you talking about? this is not just a scratch ”

“ it’s just a scratch ”

“ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine ”

“ that’s not supposed to bend that way ”

“ what the hell did you do? ”

“ don’t you pass out on me ”

“ i’m just so tired ”

“ hey, whoa, you alright there? ”

“ i just need to sit down for a minute ”

“ let me carry you ”

“ it won’t stop bleeding! ”

“ you’re gonna be just fine, i promise ”

“ hey! i said stay awake! ”

“ tell me what hurts ”

“ does it hurt when i do this? ”

“ ow! that hurts! ”

“ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute ”

“ it was an accident ”

[stetsxn]

i just finished reading 167 and i’m .. .. . emotionally drained

[stetsxn]

mothergrimes.

Lori wasn’t quite sure how long she had been sitting by his bedside, she refused to leave his side for anything. Lori wouldn’t leave his side back at the farm and she wasn’t about to now. The feeling of panic that consumed her was all too familiar to that day all those years ago. The fear that he wouldn’t pull through, the fear she could lose her son, one of the only things in this world that kept Lori fighting. She clutched his hand in hers.

Just as she felt herself drifting off, she heard the voice calling her name. Her eyes shot open, her heart dropped as relief washed over her. Part of her was scared she was dreaming until he squeezed her hand right back. “Carl” The excitement of seeing him move was clear in her voice. She brought her free hand to push the hair back off his head, a smile wide on her face. “Baby you’re alive, my boy” She felt tears forming in her eyes, as she felt herself sobbing lightly. The relief of her son pulling through only made her cry harder. 

          IT COMES IN WAVES  ;  pain, throbbing, everything shifted on its axis, and he can’t remember, doesn’t know how he got here  -----  or why his mom’s crying and smiling all at once, so grateful he’s alive.  flashes of unfinished memories  ;  darkness, growls and groans of the dead, hands interlocked as one. a gunshot echoing in his ears.  and then  -----  nothing.  but none of it makes sense, and his head aches, and something’s wrong.  he’s hurt, he can feel that, can tell as he struggles to his elbows but feels his head too heavy, and with the world spinning falls back against pillows. 

          breaths shallow, now, and it hurts  ;  vision focused on his mother, strain in one eye, confusion in gaze as he struggles to make sense of it, of any of it, because it all blurs in his head.  he’s in a house, in a bed, and he thinks  -----  maybe, it’s hershel’s farm.  it has to be.  but this room doesn’t look familiar, not like the one he’d been in before, when he’d first gotten shot.  this is different.  it’s all different.  pain lapping at his features, everything half-framed in darkness.     “   what happened?  where are we?  where’s dad?   “ 

[ronanlysnch]

I like having fun. I do. But maybe you think that the guy who did what he did to your friends wasn’t me, like that was some sort of put-on, like I’m not the guy with the bat… I’m just the guy who makes your kid spaghetti. Oh, shit. Maybe this is on me. Maybe this is all on me. I gotta make it right. I guess I gotta start all over again.

[derangcdarchive-blog]

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

[workethiic]

                                                      i don’t need to be fixed, okay?                                                               as written by meg.