#jcdith

[adamstcphens]

@jcdith

❛❛    yes,  yeah  !  i  can  hear  you.   oh  jeez   …   scared  me  there  for  a  second.   thought  i  lost  connection  and  i  just   ..   jeez.                                   hi,   i’m  okay.   i’m  super  fine.   are  you  okay  ?    ❜❜

Adam breathed a sigh of relief “-jeeze.. thought this thing was busted. Yeah I’m good... missed talking to you though,” he grinned “-best part of my day... hearing your voice,”

[grccnc-blog]

WOULDN’T   KILL   YOU   TO   HAVE   A   LITTLE   FAITH    !!

bethany greene as forever missed by mali’a.

[sheriffwithagun-archived-blog]

try judith WALSH grimes bitch

@jcdith

Send me ‘Try’ and a character and I will write how I would play that character.

Sooooo, I would totally write her as a bad ass mother fucker that she is. Because how can you be the great Rick Grimes’pretend daughter and not be that way.Shane Walsh,who? Am I right? 

Here is  brief writing sample as well.   

❛    my dearest dad    !    my favorite dad    ,    like   ,   ever    ————     what i wouldn’t do without your    .      .     .  ❜           a pause    .❛    dadliness    .   ❜         good enough      .      ❛    mildred   —–   HA  ! ilaugh in the face of mildred   !   she stands NO CHANCE against the totally  –   wicked  –  awesome  beauty that is your chocolate  !  ❜

[lcsthumanity]

@jcdith gets a starter !

           Blue eyes remained fixed on loose soil as he shovelled deeper and deeper, his mind blocking the pain caused by bleeding blistered on his palms and fingers. He couldn’t keep his son alive. He couldn’t be the one to put him down. He couldn’t lead his people. All Rick Grimes seemed to be able to do lately was to dig graves. 

[adamstcphens]

@jcdith

Adam didn’t know how this had happened. He had been with a scouting party and then... chaos. Thankfully the little magic he still had meant he was able to get away clean. But now he was running through the woods. Lost... losing his mind. His left hand glowed dimly to light his way, but it wasn’t helping much. Which is how he had managed to slam into, and ontop of someone, breathing heavily and nose to nose with... a fairly pretty girl. “-shit...”

[sheriffwithagun-archived-blog]

@jcdith​​ replied to your post: I have 3 children on this blog...

dad ur cheating on me

Ughhhhhhhh no????

You’re my favorite child *looks at smudged writing on hand * Jardith.

[sheriffwithagun-archived-blog]

"dad? ------ i heard you and carl and stuff talk about him before. who's shane?"

@jcdith

Shane.

It’s a name that Rick hates thinking about. The pain that wells up in his chest never lightens. It only grows, burying its way into his heart. It makes his blood run cold, and his body stiffen all at once. It’s a horrible feeling. Rick often wonders if he’d ever be able to speak about the man that was once family without the weight.

Sometimes, he slips. Carl will bring him up, Rick’s face twists into a hint of a smile. I remember at your age, Shane and I– Rick would start. Stories easily fall to his tongue, but they are harder to get out. Carl understands, or so Rick thinks. Understands the weight of the name, understands the weight of the story when Rick shares. He likes to think so at least. Sometimes, Carl slips too. He’ll share a story about what Shane taught him, or something funny when Shane babysat. Rick tries to will away the jealousy because even after all this time, there is a spark of it there. It’s unneeded at this point, Rick understands that. He’s far too old not to, but it still feels fresh much like an open wound.

Rick sometimes wishes his best friend was still there by his side. Rick and Shane seemed like an unlikely pair, but they made due. He sometimes misses him more than his late wife. But, Rick doesn’t feel guilt over that. He doesn’t allow himself too. Not when you can’t replace a brother. But at the same moment that thought brings him tumbling back to the present with his daughter standing there. If Shane was here…. He would have lost this. He would have lost his little girl.

He has known for a long time this girl wasn’t his. He could smell it in the air, he knew. It had killed him at first, making it hard to even look at her. But, it wasn’t her fault. Rick never blamed her. He couldn’t. He loved her, he just needed to grieve. Looking at her, he saw so much of Shane and Lori it nearly broke him. Beautiful like Lori, and the wits of Shane.

Judith. Judith didn’t know how much she actually saved Rick. But, she had. Maybe that’s why when she mentioned the name, he went stiffer than he should have. He nearly shut down. This wasn’t something he wanted to talk about, something he was not prepaid for. A long moment passed, Judith looking at Rick with wondering eyes.

Rick was a selfish man. He had little left. His family, was his. Bringing Shane into would only take that from him. A man who wasn’t even alive would take away his daughter from him. Envy. It was there, bubbling underneath his skin. Rick swallowed it down. He leaned against the counter, the kitchen in Alexandria feeling far too much like home. He looked at Judith, and Rick knew a white lie wouldn’t be right. While Rick was a selfish man, he was not selfish enough to keep something so important from his daughter.

He was worried of losing Carl at some point, but they had been okay. He had to have faith in his daughter, that Lori’s understanding was embedded in her skin. “You know I love you?” He asked gently, leaving her no room to reply. He drags a hand over his face, trying to think how to approach this. “What I’m going to tell you isn’t going to change anything about us. “ He states, assuring himself at this point more than his own child. He waits, making sure he has her attention.

“Shane Walsh. “ Rick says the name, surprised it doesn’t make him as sick to his stomach as he thought. Rick continues, pushing on quickly. “He was important to me, and this family. “ Rick looks up for a moment trying to find the right words, before looking back at his daughter. “He has given me something I can ever repay me for. Something that I can never thank him enough for, because words would never have been enough. “

You.

“ I’ve known him since I was young, we were always together, even before I met your mother. “

Everyday I look at you, you’re just as beautiful as her.

“Do you remember when I said I was a Sheriff? I was. Shane was my partner, my best friend. He was family, my brother. “

I can still hear his voice in my head, guiding me even now.

“Shane, “ The word was easier now. “He, meant no harm ever. He always cared too much. It tended to get himself into trouble. “ Rick said wanting to laugh, but he could feel the sting in his eyes instead. “But, I can find trouble myself. “ He said gently, looking at Judith. “I was shot, Shane he saved your mother and Carl. Made sure I was safe, and he took them away from all this mess when this first started. “ Rick falters here. Pauses for a long moment.

“I was gone for a very long time. “

I don’t blame them. Not a single moment of it.

“Shane and your mother– Carl. They became a family. One I was not apart of. “ Rick pauses a moment letting it sink in, letting Judith understand. “They all thought I was dead. They all needed each other. “ With that he walks over to Judith, running a soothing hand down her head. “They were happy. And I am glad they were happy. There was no one at the time I cherished more, I would never begrudge their happiness. I have no right to. Not when their happiness gave me, my own. “

“When I came back, when I found them” Rick swallows roughly, emotion caught in his throat. He shakes his head. “You’re mother was pregnant. We didn’t know it, when I came back. “ Rick says again pausing so Judith can really listen. “You know your mother didn’t make it. Shane did not either. I can’t tell you why. That story I can’t ever tell, it’s too twisted and not the man that he was. You don’t get to hear a story of a monster when Shane wasn’t one. He was a good man. Someone I would rely on even now. But know, Judy. “ He lost his way. But I had too. Rick said, moving down to look Judith in the eye. Making sure that she understood every word of what he was going to say. This would not be the time he lost his daughter. “I may not have made you but you are my daughter. You will always be my daughter. I will always protect you and care about you until my last breath. I may not be your father… but I am your dad. “I will always provide for you even if you are not truly mine. 

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🐇   ––––––––––      𝐒𝐂      *      @jcdith​ 

gracie   wasn’t   sure   which   would   be   worse      ;      the   scolding   she’d   receive   if   either   father   saw   her   ,   or   the   embarrassment   current   predicament   would   cause   if          𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆      𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆          were   to   stumble   upon   her          𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑪𝑲      ,      𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑮𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮          frame   .

weeks   earlier   a   loose   beam   in   the   fencing   behind          𝒕𝒉𝒆      𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉      𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆          had   been   the   portal   to   a   whole   new   world   .      she’d   been   beyond   the   walls   before   ,   but   to   see   the   outside          𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬          ?      it   was   something   completley   different   ,   a   precious   secret   gracie   intended   to   keep   to   herself   no   matter   what   the   cost                              fortunately   ,   young   though   she   was   ,   the   little   girl   was          𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕      𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉      𝒕𝒐      𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘          that   living   on   one   small   patch   of   grass   wasn’t   an   option   ,          &          being   quite   literally          𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑫          to   the   fence   ,   trapped   on   the   opposite   side   ,   was   a   good   enough   reason   to   amend   her   own   rule   about   not   telling   . 

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆      𝒂      𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆      𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈          seated   on   a   throne   of   soft   moss   ,   high   pitched   voice   remained   quiet   until   a   trusted   figure   came   into   view      ;          𝑱𝑼𝑫𝒀      𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺          to   the   rescue   !  ❛          𝑗 𝑢 𝑑 𝑖 𝑡 ℎ   ,   𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒   𝑜𝑢𝑡   ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒   !      ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦   !          ❜​