#cxmmence

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"No Shane. You're goin' to let me be your therapist."

"No Merle. Best Friends are better, you know, unless we're fuckin' around and you drunk propose."

"No Emerson. I'm not scared of the walkers, I'm scared of you."

"No Bow Man. I don't play by those rules."

"No Daryl. I totally don't know how to use a gun. Nope."

"No Joe. You can't claim people."

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[ late goodbye ]

Georgia had, most of the time, sunny days in the afternoon as well as the night time. Sadly, Rick Grimes was stuck with overtime due to a worker calling in sick and wasn't able to enjoy the weather. Though, it wasn't the weather he was missing; it was Emerson. A drunk he found on the streets soon turned into his boyfriend. It all seemed strange and crazy at first but he adjusted and now, he found himself wanting to spend every hour--every minute with the man.  Hands grip the car door handle with no hesitation to hurry in and greet his lover. Coat is zipped off and hung up on the coat rack. Boots are slipped off and set aside with the others and belt is taken off---hung up on the wooden chair in the kitchen. "M'home!" He'll call out in the house, waiting to be greeted by a familiar face. 

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He saw this coming and he should have stopped it when he had the chance. It was just a mere misunderstanding that turned quickly into a bloodbath, but he vowed to Dalton he wouldn't let anything happen to his brother--and that meant taking a beating for him.

"-----Slow down."

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cxmmence:

     ”What, y’worried m’gonna bring some deadies down on us?” He speaks loudly, words dripping with drunken venom. The cause of his alcoholic slur dangles between his fingers— a nearly-emptied bottle of scotch he’d pilfered from some uppity town house. He raises it, the remaining liquid sloshing inside, and points it at her. “You afraid ‘a some damn corpses, girly?”

     If anything, his voice rises— and not-so-far-off, curious noises rise from long-dead throats. Emerson’s not paying attention, though. He doesn’t hear the slow shuffle of dragging feet across the pavement. ” ‘fraid of ‘em tearin’ y’apart, is that it? Christ.”

                "Yes, Emerson! Yes! That's exactly what I'm afraid of!                         They're scary alright, they will kill you." was it so fucking bad that she wanted to keep living? Sure, this life was a fucking hell to be in, but that didn't matter. Leigh wanted to live through this, if she could.

    She wasn't going to die because he decided today was the day he wanted to get drunk and be a complete ass.

                "Kill you! Do you understand what that means?!" the shuffling of feet were getting closer, louder. It wasn't helping that she was shouting along with him. There would be a clear ring around them sooner or later.

    They'd have to fight themselves out and, for some reason, she felt he might abandon her the minute he could. He didn't seem like a ... humanitarian.

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Practical Exchange

There must have been something that kept Rick Grimes going. What was it? Terminus? It couldn't be. Already it sounded like a scam, the real danger what was hidden in those signs. But Rick still believed that he needed to go to that place no matter how much it sounded like a trap; because, that was the only place Carl, Michonne, and himself were headed. Just a place to stop running and settle down. Now he was alone; driven away by a hungry herd of walkers making his family become separated. Rick just hoped that Carl was still with Michonne.

But that was earlier in the daytime and now he sat a solo Rick Grimes tending to a fire that was slowing dying. A few cans of food still in his backpack and some rope would get him by for the night. He made a quick trap by surrounding the small perimeter with the rope and empty cans so that the sound of a walker trying to get in would alert him. He rubbed his eyes and poked the fire some more while a few yawns accompanied him throughout the night.