#honcrhim

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SIDDIQ AND NEGAN

Anonymously message me one ship you’d like to see on my blog and why. | Accepting | @honcrhim

//I mean, Negan doesn’t call him Dr. Pretty Boy for nothin’. Or Cute Doctor Boy or… whatever it was he called him. But you get the idea.

[sicarea]

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐘, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐍   -----   the wound on her side hurts as if someone was carving each layer of her skin with a fork,   she instinctively winces when she tries to move.   ❛    ¿qué chingados?     ❜     trembling hands lift her shirt,   she was bleeding,   the patch on her side stained cerise    

       ❛      -----   where am i ?     ❜     weakly,    she utters,    head canting backward meeting with the pillow once again      ❛     who are you ?    ❜      eyes are closed shut in defeat,   lips pursing into a thin line.  

☣.•°* HONCRHIM ┆ “ sc

[wasnothin]

@honcrhim !

“OKAY ---------”   he’s focused intently on the deck of cards in his hand, putting on a ridiculously over-the-top display of doing magic. He found a book of card tricks a few days ago, and no, he doesn’t have anything better to do with his time. “Is this yer card ?”

[careol-arc]

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          ❛ are you going to come ?  i know michonne doesn’t want alexandria there, but...  this is a good opportunity to bring us all back together.  and i know that you, aaron, the rest of alexandria don’t want to be closed off from the rest of us.  we’re a family, always have been, always will be. ❜  she shouldn’t be telling them to go against michonne’s wishes, but carol didn’t see it being very fair.  they needed alexandria more than ever.  their support would mean so much for the communities.

[takenpeace]

can siddiq's magic hands be one of your boyfriends

@daryldix0n

what say you? 

[deadlypositive]

honcrhim is one of my favourite blogs! not only is hail an amazing writer and manages to breath so much life into a character that's only been in a few episodes, through writing and chatting with them i really feel as though i've made a friend for life!           by anonymous,  for  @honcrhim

[imthelcstprincess]

RP POSITIVITY WEEK:

DAY 02: favorite portrayals of a character in another fandom | @honcrhim, @voiidcd, @hatgiven, and the negan blogs i can’t find??? ( siddiq, judith grimes, carl grimes, and the negan blogs i can’t find // amc’s the walking dead )  

[he-will-do-what-it-takes-blog]

for @honcrhim // from here

Rick shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t.

Apathy came to him quite easily now, that and anger. However, he felt neither as he tried to use both hands to staunch the heavy bleeding that seeped between the spaces of his fingers. As his breathing picked up and a mantra of “No, no, no..” began he realized that, for the first time in a long time, he was experiencing panic.

He had demanded for Siddiq to give him instructions:

Keep talking to me. I need you to help me help you, okay? Look at me.

Now the other was gazing at him through glassy eyes, looking as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t have the strength for it. Rick wanted to know, he wanted to hear it. And he told him so. “You listen to me.” Fierce blue eyes met the others dark ones. “Stay awake. I’m gonna listen to you this time, okay? I’m gonna listen to whatever you were trying to tell me before. And I…” His voice wavered. “I have things I need to tell you too.”

Rick wanted to tell Siddiq that it wasn’t his fault that Carl was gone. It was his own. This boiling, living rage was what had taken his son away from him in the end. He wanted Siddiq to know that if he could go back now, if he could turn back the hands of time, he would have brought him back to Alexandria that day they met. If he had known what he knew now, he would have been a better man. He wanted to apologize to Siddiq for not having been who his son wanted him to be. Moreover, Rick wanted to hear the words that he’d cut off earlier that day.

“Do not send us astray after them. Those who died--”

Nevertheless, Rick Grimes was, once again, too late. He could barely see as his eyes pooled with tears. He hunched forward, resting his forehead against his bloody hands. “I’ll listen next time....I’ll listen.”

Hours later, he is still covered in the other man’s blood. It is caked between his fingers, dried on his shirt, smudged across his forehead and cheek. That comfortable numbness has returned and Rick Grimes feels nothing once again.

“Every day he woke up and told himself, rest in peace. Now get up and go to war.”