#hilltopguard

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@hilltopguard​​   ♡   →   beth greene & kal.

     ❝   there   anythin’   i   can   help   with?   ❞      she   gets   bored   sometimes,   staying   inside.      maggie   was   asleep,   and   that   gave   her   the   perfect   opportunity   to   help   out   in   the   community.      maggie   was   still   grieving,   and   in   hiding.      beth   REFUSED   to   be   without   maggie,   so   she’d   followed,   leaving   alexandria   behind   to   live   here   at   hilltop.      ❝   maggie’s   sleepin’   right   now   so…      thought   i’d   come   see   if   anyone   needs   a   hand.   ❞

[solarsought]

Sybil rolls over and bed before she takes in a breath. She’s tired but she can’t seem to get comfortable which isn't surprising to her as pregnant as she is. She lets out a sound before she pats Kal’s arm. “Kal- Kal wake up I think I’m in labor.” 

@hilltopguard // starter

[vyrulent]

starter call || @hilltopguard​

“So, odd little thing -- and it’s weird, I know. Especially since we just met and all,” Anita’s words were laced with the hint of an apologetic resonance, though she felt no need to truly apologize for what she was soon to ask. There had been rumblings and word through the grapevine was that this man may be the guy to see for all related inquiries. “I heard you make your own booze...”

[abject]

🌳SC                @hilltopguard   (   sort  of  ?  )   liked  for  a  starter  !

❝     kal   ...   ❞      it  wasn’t  a  question  ,  but  the  tone  with  which  eric  chose  to  greet  the  other  man  said  clearly  enough  that  he  was  unsure  of  this  new  situation                  as  most  probably  were  .  there  was  no  other  choice  ,  alexandria  was      quite  literally      the  only  refuge  left  ,  still  ,  that  didn’t  make  the  act  of  opening  their  gates  to  near-strangers  any  easier  .      ❝     i      think      the    last   time   i   saw   you   i   was   two   second   away   from   a   heart   attack   ,   ❞      eric  could  think  back  on  the  memory  and  smile  ,  which  he  did  .  that  run  felt  like  it  had  taken  place  decades  ago  and  to  a  completley  different  person  ,  with  a  completley  different  personality  and  set  of  ideals  .  what  a  difference  a  few  years  could  make  .

now  allowing  silence  to  settle  eric  continued  on  ,  a  hand  running  through  copper  hair  marred  with  grey  strands  as  he  spoke  .      ❝     i’m   sorry   about               ❞      the  hilltop  fire  ?  no  .  he  wasn’t  sorry  ,  nor  would  he  do  kal  the  disservice  of  claiming  to  be  .      ❝     d’you   know   what   house   you’re   staying   in   ,   or   are   they   still   figuring   that   out   for   you   guys   ?   ❞

[careol-arc]

@hilltopguard​   /   ❝ i’m sorry that you lost your home. ❞  hilltop was burned to the ground, and she can’t help feeling a bit responsible for it.  ❝ it shouldn’t have happened... ❞

[receivd]

🐇   ––––––––––      𝐒𝐂      *      @hilltopguard

❛          𝑖   𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡   𝑙𝑒𝑡   𝑦𝑜𝑢   𝑖𝑛      ...         ❜          with   the   gate   opened          𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕      𝒂      𝒕𝒂𝒅          ,   it   was   possible   for   grace   to   stick   her   head   through   the   gap   ,   surveying   those   who   had   come   seeking   entrance   .   there   was   no   fear   shown   on   porcelain   face   ,   no          𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓      𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓          imminent   .   those   who   stood   before   her   had   already   been   granted   access   ,   familiar   faces   to   some   ,   though   grace   could          𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚      𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒚      𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆          one   or   two   figures   from  when   she   had   been   much   smaller                              still   ,   even   if   grace          𝑯𝑨𝑫          remembered   each          &          every   one   of   them   ,   she   wouldn’t   have   been   able   to   help   .

it   wasn’t   distrust   that   had   the   visitors   on   the   opposite   side   of   safety   ,   but          𝒂      𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒚      𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍          which   kept   partition   from   sliding   as   it   should   have   .   grace   had   watched   as   scott   jogged   away   ,   off   to   find   the   oil   can   which   had   fixed          𝒕𝒉𝒆      𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆      𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎          only   a   few   weeks   before                              with   gate   unattended   gracie   saw   her   chance   ,   quickly   skipping   over   to   take   her   place   as   alexandria’s   one - girl   welcoming   committee   .         ❛          𝑐𝑎𝑛   𝑦𝑜𝑢   𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘   𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟   ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑   𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ   ?     𝑖   𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑   𝑡𝑜   𝑝𝑢𝑡   𝑡ℎ𝑒   𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔   𝑜𝑛   𝑠𝑜   𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦   𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟   𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒   𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑   𝑖𝑛      ...       ❜

[shootfortherightreasons]

hilltopguard:

   “𝓨ou might as well try–” Kal said as he looked over towards Carl. “–There’s no use staying up and making yourself more tired.”

🔫 Carl shook his head just enough to be noticed. Eventually he would be too exhausted to stay up and would pass out, but in the meantime, as long as he could help it, he wouldn’t sleep. Wouldn’t attempt to sleep just to wake up from the same thing again. It was repetitive enough for him to stop trying - to stop waking up more exhausted than when he’d attempted sleep to begin with. “I can’t.” And fact was, he was scared to. Scared and more tired of seeing it.

“I was asleep; until I woke up more stressed out than when I’d gone to sleep.” It wasn’t particularly cold out tonight, but he could swear he had chills and that something was cold. Maybe it was just himself. Maybe that really had messed him up. “I tried a few times, but... every time I did it was all the same. I see it happen again. See him get stabbed. I wake up every time he hits the ground.” He knew what he was comprehending seeing wasn’t what was out there. Just looking out into what was ahead of them wasn’t really all black. Dark. But it was what he saw. “It’s not even the first night it’s happened. I don’t know when it’ll go away.”

[cxstae]

@hilltopguard wants some milo x.

‘ jesus. tara. enid. addy and rodney. ’ milo stares over the wall, jabbing the end of an arrow into the wood repeatedly. ‘ how many of our people are we going to let them take from us before we do something? ’