#grimee

[miserieah]

@grimee sent  "How come you only bother me? Why not someone else?"

“Figure you must need me for something.” Shane replies, summer sweat on his brow despite him being lounging on the couch inside the Grimes’ house in Alexandria, flipping through an old Sports Illustrated magazine.

He glances up, blood starting to trickle from his hairline.

“You need to talk, son?”

[sickwiththestick-blog]

@grimee​

“I want to do more, and I think I can.” Ben looked down at his leg, wishing he could just make it work via sheer will even though he knew that could never happen. “Hell, other people who have it worse than me can do it, but...” He sighed. “I can’t do what I used to do, and I was good at it. Ezekiel had been trying to get someone to teach me for a while and Morgan was the only one who stuck. What can I do now?”

[beautycorrupt]

       @grimee​  /  ♡ closed starter  ! 

                                   ❝   a  child  your  age  usually  cowers  in  fear  over                                           these  so  called  ‘walkers’...  but  not  you.  i’m  quite  impressed.   ❞

[hadhunch-blog]

[Lucas & Carl bc bad kids need parenting asap] First, the argument was verbal. Nothing out of place; they fought often, be it about food or comic books. Second, there was silence. Never a good sign. Silence could mean they were either dead or ignoring each other in favor of blowing up again at a later time. And third, Lucas was running-- Running down the stairs at break-neck speed, away from Carl who seemed very much intent on beating the shit out of the blonde from reasons unknown.

Eric had a bad feeling as soon as the silence began. Once he saw a blonde blur, Eric hoisted himself off the couch and caught Lucas by wrapping his arms around the boy, then looked back at Carl. “There is no fighting like animals in this house!” He barked angrily. “Now what the hell is going on?!”

[idontkillorphans]

[from andersons-revenge][Ron:] “Yeah, that’s right, go wander off and commit murder somewhere else.”

“Keep being so angsty I might just go ahead and murder you.”

[scarfired-blog]

    was it normal for americans to interrogate people like this?  being backed against a wall and hounded because of the scar on your shoulder?  harry’s tried telling the guy multiple times that he wasn’t going to turn, but he couldn’t get a word in.  he finally decided that interrupting was going to be the only way he’d get to say anything.  harry was kind of scared to speak up, though, since the guy yelling at him did seem pretty intimidating.      ❝ it’s a scar, honestly!  i dunno how i didn’t turn, okay?  it’s at least a year old, ‘m not a walker, alright? ❞

@grimee.

[ivxrytxsteel-a-blog]

{ღ} What did you say when you thought your ENTIRE family was dead? What was there to say when you thought they had ABANDONED you in an infested prison to die? And really--what could you say when you found a new group and your SON had broken in to kill your leader (and admittedly the man she was sleeping with)? 

“Carl?” Lori breathed, blowing a lock of hair away from her face, eyes wide with SHOCK. She pushed aside a woman mid-laundry question, brushing her way to her child. He looked so...DIFFERENT. Older. God--he really looked like Rick. Of course she noticed the eyepatch and that filled her with questions, but she could care less. He’s breathing and alive and standing in front of her.

She reached a hand out, offering it to him. Really it was more for herself, to feel him, to know that this wasn’t just a DREAM. “A--Are you...I...” Lori couldn’t help herself. Despite all of the stares, the glares, the confused expressions, she pulled her boy into her arms and held him close. “I thought y’all were dead.” She breathed, clasping him close as tears threatened to burst.

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