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your PSA tag paired with that post about following / interacting is literally the best thing ever hahaha

LOL. A really soft, nice & kind reblog followed by a tag of HEY ASSHOLE! HEY SHITFACE! I was trying to think of Carl quotes for my PSA tag a while ago and that one was just too damn funny to me.

#hewillkeepxsmiling #ooc #it makes me laugh too sometimes lolol

❛ I’m a piece of shit. Why would you want my help? ❜

The Walking Dead Prompts;

“Thinkin’ like that won’t get you very far.” Especially not now. Not in this. However the words weren’t spoken with distaste or contempt, there was no ill will towards Jeff. A little bit of concern from time to time, maybe, but not disdain. Jeff was friends with his nephew, damn near raised by his sister and now he was here, with them. He was one of them, whether he believed himself worthy of that title or not. They all had their shit, he no reason not to include the younger.

“I need someone that can handle this kind of job without hesitation,” he stated, albeit quieter this time. “Someone capable. Think you can handle that?” A slight smirk then, head tilting in mock question of the decision. He was trusting Jeff with this without raising concern with the others, doing it quiet. Giving them a chance to help each other survive like a family. Brief eye contact was held with his (more or less) other nephew, a sort of silent understanding in a nod between the two that needn’t be vocalized.

Pausing mid-turn; gaze settled on the ground this time, nowhere in particular but with a flick of a glance upward. “You’re not a piece of shit,” he stated, fact in tone, “Never were.”

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#;memes #;answered #hewillkeepxsmiling #have that for some feelin'.

“ if life gives you demons, make a deal. ”

That wasn’t a phrase he heard very often, if ever. Whoever this guy was, Carl was getting some pretty bad vibes from him and was careful not to let his guard down. His hand remained settled near his holster, where he could easily draw his gun if necessary.

“Meaning what, exactly?” Carl questioned as he tried to make sense of the other’s words. Demons? Deal? His brow furrowed to convey his confusion, the gaze of blue eyes never straying from the man in front of him. He certainly looked different than the people he was used to seeing every day. “Is this your way of telling me you’ll kill someone for payment?”

#hewillkeepxsmiling #lmao Carl is all colors of confused #and concerned