#neutralsavior

[withalisp]

‘ don’t come in here. ’

house  of  broken  angels  prompts .     accepting .    @gentlesavior

        ❝  alden…  ❞   a sigh follows knuckles tapped against the door,  not one of frustration but rather one that came along with the feeling of helplessness.  for three days she’d prepared herself for the worst:  for the discovery of his rotting corpse somewhere.  the spectacle that the whisperers made at the gates of hilltop was a shock that reverberated through her whole body;  with that knife to his throat she swore that was it,  but they let him go.  thoughts alone enough to make her stomach turn,  the man that came back to her was alive,  yes,  but so broken letha wasn’t sure there was any chance of getting him back.

        she knows at least,  that she cannot push him.  that regardless of her desire to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay,  even if it wasn’t,  she needed to stay strong for him.  she needed to give him the space that he needed to heal,  to comprehend what happened to him and luke with the whisperers,  to come to terms with the fact that he came back and luke did not.  letha would give him space,  but would always be one word away.

        ❝  i’ll just stay here and wait,  then,  okay?  come out when you’re ready.  ❞   knees hugged close to her chest,  letha rests her head back carefully against the wall behind her.

[ofsacriifices]

Enid was not expecting to fall for the former Savior. In fact, she didn’t want to feel anything for the man that was in a group who took the lives of her friends, but Alden was the odd one in the group since the day the Savior’s reign came to an end. He seemed to change overnight and listened to the demands of Maggie as Alden and the rest of the Saviors settled into the cell that was created for them. In the several months that followed and what turned from a civil conversation, Enid found herself befriending the man some people were still having a hard time accepting. She found comfort in knowing that he listened to the authority of Hilltop, of Maggie, and never once tried to hurt her. If it wasn’t for the humanity Enid saw in him, any interest she had now would be gone in an instant. 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that? Are you going to pay attention to the road up ahead or what?” Enid had caught him looking over at her periodically as they road out for a few things Maggie needed for Hilltop. These rare moments she felt with him made her forget about the world they were living in for a bit. It was a sense of familiarity, of thinking of the world they once knew, of seeing her parents happy together and giving one another a kiss after walking in the front door. The young adult was feeling nothing but pure joy whenever she was around Alden and planned on keeping it to herself for as long as she could.

@neutralsavior

[ofsacriifices]

@neutralsavior replied to your post “HEADCANON: ENID  Enid would be in favor of giving Alpha the slowest,...”

dw enid alden will hold her flower while she fucks her up

^^^^^ This is why they are the ship of dreams. Abso-freaking-lutely. 

[maidiin-blog]

‘ i love you so, so much. ’

@neutralsavior​ : some meme i should remember.

       ❛  𝐈  𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔.  ❜    her  voice  hoarse  upon  the  cold  winds,  safety  in  the  ground  beneath  them,  no  longer  ice-covered  waters  that  would  so  easily  sweep  them  away.  arms  wrap  around  him  tight,  bringing  her  small  frame  against  his.  it  was  if  fate  was   toying  with  them,  their  future  upon  a  thin  string  just  on  the  edge  of  breaking.   too  many  close  calls,  just  a  split  second  of  change  and  everything  could  slip  away.  time  isn’t  on  their  side  now,  too  long  of  a  rest  and  the  cold  will  easily  find  it’s  way  inside,  cheeks  already  stained  bright  red  and  chaffed.   lips  come  to  his,  a  kiss  of  hunger,  one  of  need.  for  just  a  moment  her  worse  fears  had  been  made  reality,  he  had  so  close  to  greeting  death  with  plunge  into  the  icy  darkness  below  them.  call  from  the  others  to  see  if  they’re  ready  to  move  forward  is  quickly  answered  with,  ❛  just  a  second. ❜.  attention  is  set  back  on  alden,  soaking  in  every  sliver  of  moment  she  has.       ❛  april  needs  you.  hershel  needs  you.  i  need  you.  ❜   an  affirmation  their  family  would  be  broken  if  he  was  lost  to  them.      ❛ you  can’t  leave  us.  ❜   there’s  a  silent  plea  in  those  words,  begging  him  to  fight,  to  hold  on  for  them.  

❛ i  love  you.  ❜  maggie  meant  those  three  words  with  every  ounce  of  her  being,  gloved  digits  brush  against  the  reddened  skin  of  his  cheeks.   ❛  we’ll  be  somewhere  warm  soon. ❜  the  group  was  weary,  the  cold  would  only  grow  harsher  into  the  night,  at  least  shelter  wasn’t  far  off.  it  wasn’t  the  ideal  place,  somewhere  she  was  sure  none  of  them  wanted  to  return,  least  of  all  alden.   ❛  and  then  we’ll  be  home.  where  the  kids  are  safe,  where we’ll  be  okay.    ❜  she  wasn’t  sure  who  she  was  trying  to  convince  more,  herself  or  him. 

[tcmbstoned]

tell me about alden and lillian's first kiss :)

        IT WAS REALLY SWEET. lillian was nervous. she knew alden very well, they had been dancing around each other for weeks. after she had stitched himself up, she had taken upon herself to check on him, make sure that he was OKAY. in that they started to TALK. they both had realized there was more in common than not, and with that there was a rare smile, an even rarer blush of cheeks. it’s not until they are both healthy, when lillian has stopped coming to him for chats… and has started to find him in the crowd — that anything occurs. it’s a night when most of the group is gone, out on a trip… and she is settled around a fire singing softly to herself. alden comes up behind her. presses a hand to her shoulder. tells her to not be afraid. 

        she studies him while she sings, smile plastered on plump lips. and when everyone else has fallen asleep, has wandered back to their tents and their houses… she gently takes his hand. 

        lillian leans close, smiles.  ❝ it’ll just be you and i… won’t it? what do you think? ❞  a whisper only for him to hear. and then her lips press against his… and for once in her life… his own press back. 

they sleep wrapped in each others arms that night. 

[rayofsunshinc]

                      starter for @neutralsavior

Seeing Alden and Luke returned to Hilltop without harm was a  relief.   It was true that Tyreese and Alden hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye.   Tyreese would just  blame that on Negan,  who was behind bars.   That being said,  Tyreese was no stranger to outsiders,  hostile outsiders.   This group of walker skin-wearing people was the newest threat.   It had been a long time since something felt this threatening.   With Maggie away,  a new group of people at Hilltop,  and now Jesus dead,   Tyreese was being looked at as a  leader.   However,  Tyreese was still looking to the people he had grown close with,  that he saw just as fit to make decisions for the community.   He wanted Alden’s input,  needed what information Alden had gotten from this savage group of people.

But first,  he needed to know that Alden was okay.   There was time for planning what was to come,  but what was the use in  standing their ground  against this group if there was no one left to stand for?

❝You doing okay,  man?   They didn’t rough you up or anything,  did they?❞

[tcmbstoned]

"You could’ve been killed!" ( for lillian! )

send “you could’ve been killed” for your muse to scold mine for doing something dangerous!

        THE LOOK ON HER face is enough to prove her feelings, the emotion rushing through her bones. the hint of panic, the kind that had adrenaline running through veins, still etched onto her stance. the dead man, twice now killed, sits at her feet. they are surrounded, now. all lying motionless. perhaps she should have waited. ❝ i-i — ❞ soft voice is caught in her throat, and the weapon in her hand, the katana alden had found for her — drops to the ground in a soft clatter, slipping from weak fingers. the weapon hits part sidewalk and grass that is still green and overgrown. no, there was no way. she had seen her mother. her brother. settled among them, all smiles and hands reaching to her; begging for her to follow. they would not harm her. they would not take her into danger. 

        a smile, soft. kind. so different from her eyes that are haunted by the past. she reaches for him, takes his face in her hands. head shakes as she speaks.  ❝ no, alden. it’s okay. i’m okay, see? i’m not afraid. ❞  

[maidiin-blog]

*  @neutralsavior liked for a starter !

   𝐀  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋,    unsettling  it’s  stillness.   never  did  she  dream  to  find  herself  in  it’s   walls,  once  she  had  only  wished  for  it  to  burn  to  ash.   emerald  hues  are  upon  the  male  beside,  her  hand  finding  his.     ❛  i  wish  we  could  have  found  anywhere  else.  ❜   what  ghosts  haunt  him  here?  the  unease  written  so  clear  on  his  face.    ❛   we’ll  get  out  of  here  as  soon  as  the  sun  rises,  get  home  to  hershel  and  april.  ❜  hand  lifts  his  to  her  lips,  soft  kisses  place  there  upon  his  knuckles.  a  weight  of  cement  must  be  upon  his  shoulders,  the  sunlight  that  once  poured  from  him  now  diminished.     ❛  when’s  the  last  time  you  ate?  ❜  a  probing  question,  her  job  to  take  care  of  him  like  he  did  for.  without  alden,  she  would  have  never  pulled  back  shattered  pieces  after  losing  those  loved  ones  after  the  fair.   ❛ i  don’t  know  what  you’re  thinkin’,  what  you’re  feelin’,  but  i’d  like’ta.  ❜  she   doesn’t  mean  to  press,  but  worry pools  inside  her  chest,  fear  he’s  slipping  right  from  her  reach.    ❛  you  can  talk  to  me.  you  don’t  have  to  keep  it  all  inside.  i’m  here  for  you,  alden.   ❜