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Post 1 of 2 - The Walking Dead / Lion King Style
Carl - Simba - @hisshow Daryl - Rafiki - @ofweatheredwings Maggie - Sarabi - @nctmarsha Beth - Naanda - @justanotherxdeadgirl
You and daughtergrimes are two of my favorite OC's. They have become canon to my Carl and I love them!
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@hisshow || closed starter
She looked over at him, a raised brow formed on her rather expressionless face. “Are you one of them?” She asked, a thick Russian accent. “Those idiots that whistle...they tried to steal my horse, had to kill two to get away. I take it you’re here to kill me too huh?”
@hisshow + LIKED.
she aims her gun at the kid, she’s been trying to get back to SANCTUARY for days now, yet here she is, face to face with the son of rick grimes. she bites back the memories of her own sons, remembering how they had been ripped apart at the beginning of it all. “don’t move, don’t make me shoot.” she says, it’s kill or be killed, she knows that. he’d probably kill her if she had not been the one to lift her gun first. “your rick’s kid, i should take you back to negan.”
𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴.
𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡
"I didn't mean to do it. I shouldn't have. They just wanted help..."
@hisshow
“Didn’t mean to? Kinda hard to accidentally deny someone help, don’t you think?” Negan tucks a few strands of hair behind his ear (Jesus he wishes they’d let him cut it) as he leans forward, just enough for his features to be illuminated by the candlelight between them both.
“You were probably just bein’ careful, right? Your people finally have a good thing going here. Dear old dad really followed through on his promise and now you’re all livin’ in harmony or whatever.” There’s a tiny hint of mockery but, it’s the truth. Negan’s been trying his best to accept it without admitting too much defeat. “Wouldn’t want to ruin it by letting in the wrong people. Don’t beat yourself up over it... I mean, unless you turned them away at the gate without so much as offering a single can of food. That might make you a little bit of an asshole.”
Negan cracks a smile, watching Carl on the other side of the bars. “But seriously, speaking of your old man... why not ask him about it? I know there’s gotta be a system in place for that sort of thing, it’s not like Alexandria isn’t lettin’ new people in. I might not see ‘em, but I know you have more than you did the last time I was up there.” All the unfamiliar voices, the sounds of children playing... in some ways he likes it, but other times it’s Negan’s most painful reminder that the world really is continuing on without him, and that he’s the only one that doesn’t get to have any sort of life outside of these four walls.
“--- Anyway, meant what I said about not beatin’ yourself up. I know you know you can’t always help everyone that needs it. Maybe next time.”
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@hisshow || episode starter call
WHILE SITTING OUTSIDE, away from everyone, Jake tries to gather his thoughts. It’s normal for him to want to be alone after so much action so his nerves can calm back down on their own. Getting overwhelmed by anxiety is a normal ordeal and he just needs time to knock it back down. Not that he will have time to do so because that’s when the screams start from inside the house. In an instant he’s on his feet jogging back towards the building with his gun in hand. “The hell happened?!” he calls out regardless of whether anyone is listening.