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[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Still Tangled Up In You || @boltsandashes​​ || Carol & Daryl & Rick 

Carol's fingers touched the hem of the shirt she'd picked from the clothes that the women in Alexandria had gathered for her to pick from. It wasn't anything like she would have picked out on her own had she gone shopping at the mall for clothes. She could see Daryl's face already in her mind. She knew he didn't approve of the character she was trying to portray, but until they knew more about these people, she would keep up the act.

She moved from her room, passing Rick's room where she heard him trying to dress Judith whom she could tell wasn't exactly cooperating. She almost paused to offer assistance, but she thought better of it and moved down the stairs to see if she could catch Daryl in the kitchen.

She smiled as stepped into the open and airy kitchen. She followed her nose to the coffee pot where she poured herself a full mug of what she hoped was strong coffee. She could only hope that it was Daryl that had prepared it and not Rick. Try as she might, she still couldn't teach the man how to brew a good pot of coffee. Most of the time it was barely drinkable.

She waved at Daryl as she saw him at the table. Of course, there were bolts and his bow spread out across the table in front of him. She smirked as she moved toward the table to join him. "Judith's giving Rick a hard time upstairs. I tiptoed right past so he could bond with his baby girl," she teased. She moved her hand along his shoulder from his right one to his left, giving it a squeeze before she let her hand move to the back of the chair beside him and pull it out.

She sat herself down, crossing her feet at the ankles. She held the mug with both hands, letting it warm them. "How long you been awake?" She nodded toward his spread out things that he'd either been cleaning or repairing.

[ironsteed]

Closed Starter

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Svad took the last sip of his beer before disappearing from the loud club, the music still rocking through his bones as he moved to his car. A good nights work and his money counted and put in his pocket. The man often aimed to park far enough away from the clubs and bars, his feet carrying him faster then the drunks that struggled home. 

Svadilifari cut through the car park, slowing down as he heard...something.

He wasn’t being followed. He would have known that for certain. All he heard instead was...struggling, grumbling and huffing. 

He cautiously neared his muscle car, finding the source crouched down by his car, no doubt scratching up the good pain in an attempt to get inside. 

“...you know...” Svadilifari spoke clearly to the boy on the floor. “Might be a lot easier to get into your car with keys.” he smirked but the gesture did not quite register in his eyes. 

[officergrimcs]

The weather was holding up nicely. But from the looks of the trees as the leaves started to change colors, it had to be early November. Or at least that was the month that came to Rick’s mind. He never really thought much about the seasons before, not when he was living in a world that was alive. Or just moving along with what society called “living.” As if he’d ever been one to follow what people were doing, speaking, or thinking. All he had cared about was his family, and trying with everything he could not to lose sight of his marriage. But sometimes he wanted to be at work more than having an earful from his wife who just said things that were on her mind without even thinking.

It was no wonder Lori had asked him if he even cared about her and Carl, and sometimes, he’d think back to that morning before he’d left for work if he’d stopped and answered her instead of reaching for the door handle and just…walking out. Would things had been different for all of them? He loved his son and his daughter. He’d kill for them if it meant keeping them alive. When they came across those men - the men that were going to rape Carl, Rick did everything in his power he thought was right as a father to handle the situation. If it meant ripping a guy’s throat out with his teeth, then that’s what he needed to be done.

Stepping outside onto the porch with Judith sitting snuggly against his hip, Rick let the door close behind him as he enjoyed the cool breeze of November’s air. He was sticking with thinking it was November for now. There was no harm in that. He and Daryl just came back from a supply run four days ago. Glenn had told them of a store nearby in the opposite direction, and somewhere they hadn’t looked yet and surprisingly came across a place full of goods they could use. They retrieved ammunition, a few new weapons, and even found more medical supplies. They didn’t take everything, but only what they needed. They never took everything - in case someone came along who needed it more than they did.

Lowering his head a little, Rick looked down at Judith, who gently slapped Rick’s face. He smiled as he lifted the hand that wasn’t supporting her and ran it over her head. “Yeah, I’m happy we’re here, too.” Judith agreed and giggled like the happy, content baby she seemed to be growing into. That was thanks to the rest of his family. He’d be lost without them.

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[idontkillorphans]

Cogs in a Machine

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Sleipnir sighed as he entered the restaurant, ignoring the people cleaning and ironing the table clothes flat and headed straight around the back and through the kitchen. His legs carried him with some speed, the slight limp in his step almost miss-able as he rounded the exit and up the stairs. The sound of the quiet restaurant disappeared and was replaced by some hushed laughter.

AnneMarie gave Sleipnir a smile. “Morning.” He deadpanned, earning that smile to disappear before she promptly informed him the head was finishing with a meeting. Sleipnir didn’t mind waiting. He didn’t have anything better to do anyway. He relaxed, shoulders slipping slightly as he undid his blazers buttons, revealing his crisp button down and his grey waistcoat. He turned to take a seat, stopping dead at the sight of the other. 

Daryl.

“You punch the wrong person this time?” Sleipnir asked, no bothering with the petty niceness that his boss was so good at. It was his major hold back he was informed. He couldn’t play nice when facing people below them. When faced with sloppy work. There was a reason he did the dirty stuff. He got a kick out of it. Regardless, Sleipnir took a seat, keeping his distance from the other.

[songbard]

@boltsandashes​ said:❝ i’m here to drink alone. ❞

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

“I hear you. I do,” the Bard started off once this stranger started to protest that he’d sat down across from him. Jaskier wasn’t an actual idiot, he knew how to sniff out a good story by looks alone. He could see the same looks in different people’s eyes. People who have seen things and been apart of them. “I hear you but you’re getting some weird looks, my friend. Sitting here all alone. These gentle folks are  - err - quick to make odd assumptions. Can I not interest you in a song while you drink? Lift your spirts and the atmosphere.”

[walkrbait]

Pʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ﹕ Dᴏᴍɪɴɪᴄ ﹠ Dᴀʀʏʟ 

                 — ft. @boltsandashes

It was one of those quieter days. No Biters, no people. Sunshine and gentle breeze. Dom took to the road for that reason, just for now. Just because it was the end of the world, didn’t mean you shouldn’t enjoy a nice day. Even if things were getting a bit dire again with his supplies. Coming up to a shitty roadside gas station, Dominic played it smart first. Circling around the place, peering in windows, looking for the Dead.  The front door was already broken, tempered glass shattered and he stepped in through it, boots crunching down. To no one’s surprise, the place was pretty picked over. The shelves had more empty spaces than they did items.

Eager hands grabbed at what was useful, stuffing them into his orange hiking bag, head on a swivel at the sound of an engine in the distance. Avoid. Don’t confront. Don’t be seen. Those were the rules. Those kept you safe. Hurried steps took him towards the backdoor, hand gripping at the doorknob and twisting. The door felt jammed, or at least blocked off. Now that he had to think about it, Dominic was pretty one his walk around he’d seen shit piled up against the back wall. He could hear the bike pull up outside. Shit. Over the front counter he hopped, hiding with the menthols and the filth of layers and layers of dust and grime.

[t-chambler-archived]

"Why are you looking at me like that? Got something on your mind, dude?"

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[its-a-superpower]

character development: 27 aaaaand 42

Send a number & character to my ask box  and I’ll write an answer/headcanon in reply.

27. How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

Connie is the kind to stand her ground when dealing with confrontation. She does her best to identify and tackle the root causes as quickly as possible, but not in a way that might neglect the other person's feelings and point of view.

42. Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Connie had two parental figures that weren't related to her: Her step-mother (Kelly's mom), was the only mother figure Connie remembers having. While her uncle Connor (her father's best friend, Connie's godfather, and who she was named after) was like a second dad to her, he helper her and her dad a lot after Connie lost her hearing and taught her how to shoot a slingshot.