#bikeandarrow

[knivesovt]

Continued from here.

As excited and anxious as Sophia was to get back to her mom, she couldn't wait to see the others as well. They were her family now too, after all. So, the mention of not just one, but THREE of them getting hurt? She couldn't bear it. Her hold on Daryl seemed to tighten a bit, her chin resting on his shoulder as he explained to her what had happened to Carl. It was obvious that he was trying his best to break the news easily, assuring her beforehand that her friend was fine -- but the news still caused her stomach to turn. The only reason Carl was even out in those woods was likely to look for her. But he was okay, right? She couldn't carry that on her conscience. But what happened to Daryl? That was, without a doubt, her fault. He wouldn't have gotten hurt if he hadn't been out there, risking his ass to find her. A heavy sigh escaped her as she tilted her head, forehead pressing to his shoulder in defeat. " I'm sorry that happened to you . . . All of it, " she muttered quietly, then adjusted herself so that her hold on him tightening into a sort of awkward hug from behind, " I can't believe you went through all of that just to find me. It really means more than you know. " Then the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. " Wait . . . you said you fell on an arrow? " she asked, " and you're carrying me? W -- Where did it get you? " Sophia was suddenly very aware of her movements, not wanting to hurt the man any further. " You shouldn't even be out here, much less carryin' me around . . . c'mon, put me down. I'll be alright, I swear it. "

[misshclly]

@bikeandarrow didn't ask for anything heehee

HOW LONG had it been ?? A few days, a few weeks… a month ?? She doesn't keep track of time anymore. Not since the man had found her- SAVED her. Now the only thing on her mind is surviving. Well that and doing enough to keep Merle off her back, but she doesn't think that'll ever happen. She's useless to them, and she see's that. Daryl at least seems to have somewhat of a heart.

" Is there a stream near by ?? " She may not be good at keeping track of time, but she does know it had been a while since she'd taken a shower. Or had a sip of water, for that matter. Part of her wants to at least rinse the dirt off of her. The other part ?? Well it knows it's not smart to be caught with your pants around your ankles, so to speak. " I feel grimey. If not t' rinse off, at least for some water… man I'm thirsty. "

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

panicking wasn't an option, and more so, kat didn't want him to see her panicking. it didn't do them any good anyway. they had to get the hell out of her. she wasn't going to die here, not when they had a haul that would do so much good back home. she took a deep breath, drawing her eyes away from the door where she didn't have to strain to imagine the dead outside to look at daryl. she knew it was pretty bad if even he looked desperate.

"we don't have any other options, do we?" the only way was through the horde or up through the ceiling. "it's worth a shot, isn't it?" kat did worry about whether the ceiling would hold. how long had this place been in disrepair? how much mold was up there rotting it? if they got stuck up there it was only moderately better than if they were stuck down here. it could fall in through and that might be worst of all depending on how far they got.

while they'd split their stash among their bags, kat carried the bulk of it in her backpack. right now it was weighing pretty heavy on her. "so what's the plan? we gotta get the ceiling open, but i think- i think i should go up first. i'm smaller so if there's anything in the way up there or it's narrow i can go through and clear it from the other side."

REPLY to @bikeandarrow / daryl dixon *

[knivesovt]

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “ || @bikeandarrow for Sophia || Settling Dust.

          She inhaled sharply through clenched teeth as her hands pushed her body up off of the ground, fingers grasping onto the grass. As she tried to force herself up, it was immediately apparent that her ankle wasn’t in the best shape. She had to be the clumsiest girl in all of the apocalypse. Her gaze turned to Daryl as he spoke, and she nodded along, pushing through the pain that radiated up her leg. “ Who are these guys? ” she asked, her hand reaching out to grasp onto his arm for extra support, “ I -- I ran into one of ‘em before . . . are they bad? ”  When she had bumped into him, he seemed nice enough, talking to her in a soothing voice, through a closed door that she held shut with all of her might. He tried to coax her out, but something pulled him away -- walkers, maybe? Or other people? She didn’t really know, but she wasn’t going to stick around to find out. While he was away, Sophia had slipped away, venturing back into the woods once more, toward some place familiar.  While Sophia was definitely one to give people the benefit of the doubt, she knew by the tone in Daryl’s voice that she had been right to get out of dodge when she had.            “ Ugh, wait up -- ” she groaned quietly, reaching down to rub her leg momentarily, “ sorry . . . I think I twisted it. H - How far are we from camp? ”

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Shatter Me || Carol & Daryl || @bikeandarrow

Carol couldn't remember a time when she'd been more determined that she was right now in this moment. She hadn't told the others of her plans to break into the Sanctuary to try and rescue Daryl because she knew they would try and talk her out of it. Or worse, some of them would offer to go with her. She couldn't let anyone else risk their lives.

Negan had already killed two of their own, and she knew that it wouldn't take much to make him do it again if she were caught. She knew that Daryl was valuable to him. He saw something in the man that made him think that he could break him, but Carol knew different. The man that she'd grown to love and cherish wouldn't break. Not for him. Not for anybody.

As her mind tried to remind her of what had happened in the woods with Glenn and Abraham, she shook her head to clear her mind of the memories. She couldn't let that in. Not now. Not yet. Not ever if she was being honest with herself. It was too much. The man had brutalized them beyond recognition, and she still saw it all in living color whenever she closed her eyes. The bile rose up in her throat at the memory. She put her hands on her knees and bent at the waist as she dry heaved into the weeds.

She had been just outside the Sanctuary for hours at this point as she waited for the right moment to make her move. She thought it was never going to come, but then it did. She saw the gate open and by some miracle, there was only one driver. He'd left the truck he'd come in unattended long enough for her to slip inside the gate and hide before he returned. Getting inside would be a different story, but she couldn't let the doubt consume her. She'd come this far, and she would see this through.

[frozyn]

❛  stop moving, you’re only making this worse.  ❜

        luck    is    cruel,    it  decides  whether  to  bless  the  man  or  to  decieve,  the  unpredictable  force  of  nature  often  tested  like  a  roulette  &  foolishly  letting  the  odds  play  his  fate  like  a  sick  game.  in  this  case,  luke's  leg  caught  inbetween  the  sharp  fangs  of  a  bear  trap,  clasped  on  flesh    /    the  suppressed  cry  of  pain  bubbles  the  back  of  his  throat,  compressed  into  a  single;    ❛    fuck  !    ❜

shock  pulls  lucas  down  on  the  ground,  hands  doesn't  wait  to  yank  the  trap  apart  (  panic  under  his  skin  begin  to  crawl,  the  burning  of  wanting  to  be  let  free  waits  for  the  moment  to  show  )  to  no  avail.  however,  a  stubborn  man  like  himself  couldn't  allow  surrender,  yet  eyes  beg  daryl  as  he  comes  in  the  young  man's  aid,    ❛    jus'  hurry  &  help  me  open  this  fuckin'  trap  !  ❜

soft angst sentences, accepting.

[stillxxhere]

{{ @bikeandarrow liked for a starter from Hershel Greene}}

There was something to be said for watching Daryl get the appreciation that he deserves for what he does and the almost bashful responses and how reticent he is about it all. He gives a slow circuit to meet up with him out of sight. "You do know that you deserve that don't you, son?" he asks even though he knows the answer. It's clear how Daryl holds himself and how skittish the man still is.

"You do so much for this group and we absolutely appreciate your efforts. So just know that you have people who want the best for you even if you don't quite trust it would you? Also, remember that you do have people who will listen or even just sit if you need someone there and just don't need to talk. You aren't alone anymore. And we are very glad to have you, Daryl."

[frozyn]

          somehow  he'd  end  up  in  a  rundown  shack.    much to his relief,  not all supplies  (  at least whatever was left of it  )  were gone.  each step luke was cautious,  fingers hovering above the pistol held by the side of his jeans in its holster,  eyes skip side to side over each corner    /    a turn around of his body language to catch the surprise of an impromptu ambush.

the coast is clear  &  lucas releases a breath of relief,  fingers reach for the supplies that he deemed useful  (  food,  first aid,  anything he could get his hands on  ),  failed to realise someone was in the same vicinity as him  --  &  he'd only just act when he hears @bikeandarrow when they were too close to comfort.  luke is quick to drag the pistol to point in the direction of the individual,  just as he's met with a crossbow.

a moment of silence,  a small tilt to a side of his head before he breaks the tension in the air,   ❛  so . . . s'it just you  ?  ❜