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[natusexcinis]

Oh fuck.

There was a  REASON  to why Ky’lar disliked groups of people; at least before the world turned to this  SHIT-STAIN  things were decent, but now? If you didn’t have  FAVOR  of one GROUP’S leader or another, things turned  BAD  quickly. 

Therefore, Ky’lar didn’t feel like having to  DEAL  with getting on ANYONE’S bad side ---- even if it meant he had to  TONE  down his usual attitude. If it wasn’t  ONE  group it was another and he wasn’t about to deal with the possibility of death ( at least not yet ), but as per-usual, his ATTEMPTS at being decent failed horribly.

❝ ------ This isn’t my fuckin’ problem.❞ // @hctdiggity

[crimsonparched-blog]

@bvtcher ♥’d !!

     ‘ if i wanted to talk, i’d go to arat, get drunk with her & let all my EMOTIONS be out in the open. ’ lucille shrugged her shoulders, continuing to walk by negan’s side as her dark orbs looked around the area. ‘ i meant it when i said i was fine. --- is that WHY we’re out here, to talk, or are we actually finishing up business with these damn people ?? ’

[notfordays-blog]

                 ❛  Yeah, umm, seeing as the world’s been a bloody awful place lately, last thing I need is more trouble coming my way.  ❜  A beat, and she swallows thickly with hands still held up defensively.  ❛  So, uh, I’ll get my shit  ——  be on my way. Never have to see me again.  ❜ 

@bvtcher ♡ STARTER CALL.

[snugglemcn-blog]

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     “Is it too late to just nope out?” 

[ingriimes-a-blog]

              (   at  least  if  i  didn't  feel  anything,   i  wouldn't  be  left  so  confused  over how  i  feel  about  YOU  )        the  thoughts  that  boomed  within  ricks  mind,   but  saying  them  out  loud  was  merely  null  and  void.   his  heart  and  his  head  were  so  far  apart  in  what  they  wanted  ;  heart  yearning  for  the  man  opposing  him,   one  simple  kiss  and  it  had  left  him  practically  falling  at  his  feet  and  unable  to  stop  thinking  about  him,   and  not  for  the  reasons  of  pure  HATRED  that  he  had  previously.   while  his  head  SCREAMED  at  him,   told  him  to  slap  the  smirk  off  his  face,   to  grab  the  damn  bat  from  his  hand  and  pummel  him  with  his  own  weapon  and yet   ...   he  couldn't  move,   he  didn't  even  want  to.    head  shook  ever  so  slightly,   gaze  averting  to  the  ground  since  he  didn't  want  to  look  at  negan,   not  when  just  his  very  presence  was  making  the  lump  rise  in  his  throat  and  sent  a  shiver  tingling  down  his  spine  ;  leaving  him  almost  wishing  for  another  moment  of  abrupt  intimacy,   something  he  should  have  felt  ashamed  of  and  boy,   he  sure  as  hell  did.

              ❝  feelin'  nothin'   ...  it  would  be  so  much  EASIER.   but  this,  i  ----   ❞           all  it  took  was  one  glance,   one  mistake  in  looking  up  towards  him  and  instantly  he  became  the  submissive  puppy  all  over  again.   heart  raced,   words  stumbled,   goosebumps  littering  every  inch  of  his  skin ;    he  couldn't  shake  it,   couldn't  shake  HIM.                ❝  ----  i mean  ...  don't  work that  way   --   I  KNOW.   ❞ 

@bvtcher   //   CONT.

[sonofgrimes-blog]

@bvtcher

                Carl wouldn’t deny how TERRIFIED he was the moment came walking into their once h u m b l e little town of Alexandria. He’d known this would happen. That it’d only be a matter of TIME before he came waltzing through that gate like he OWNED the place. Which, now, he technically did. Regardless, Carl was HOPING he wouldn’t have to see him again. Unfortunately, this was their life now. Until they could find a way to take the man down, THIS was their existence. They were Negan’s p e t s. They BELONGED to him. However, despite all of the f e a r Carl held, he refused to let it show. The closer they loomed, the more he FORCED himself to r e l a x, trying his best to stay calm in the face of what could certainly result in even more death than they’d already experienced.