#riskedlives

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@riskedlives said: i’m going alone. ( from andre anthony ! )

Tara scoffed lightly. “Don’t know why you’d say that when it’s obvious that I’m coming with you.” Andre Anthony was more than capable of taking care of himself, Tara had seen him in action, still- Tara wasn't about to let anyone go anywhere if there was anything she could do about it. “Where we goin’?” 

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@riskedlives said: i don’t know what to do. ( from frankie ! )

The woman before her must had been placed in an awkward position when the Sanctuary finally fell. Tara rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, as if she were fraternizing with the enemy, but that simply wasn't the case. Her tongue dart out gently to wet her bottom lip against the heat of the summer sun. “Come back with me.” Tara suggested. “If you want to.” Maybe it could be a fresh start for the other woman. “There's plenty of room.” She said with a smile.

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@riskedlives said: my heart’s broken. ( from lilly chambler ! )

Tara hated seeing her sister this way. It was a sight that nearly tore her in two in her very heart. Lilly was Tara’s entire world and to watch her gravitate through this pain was too much to bear. This was a grief that Tara could not correct, the mourning of a mother that lost the unimaginable. 

All they had now was each other-- and Tara was afraid she wouldn’t be enough. For, this was a fate that Tara could not duct tape back together. Meghan was gone and Lilly looked as if she had been caught on fire.

“I know.” Tara whispered, unlike her to be solemn with a voice that is nearly non-existent, but her throat burns, she isn’t strong enough to speak of such a weight.

Fingers curled into her sister’s shirt and she pulls the shell of a woman into her arms. 

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“You sure you’ll be all right on your own?” ( from aaron ! )

“Yeah.” Daryl nods, looking over at the other man. He was sure Michonne sent him to try and talk him into staying at Alexandria, but it wouldn’t work. Daryl never stayed anymore, not even a night. It was just easier not to. “I’ll come by ‘f I need somethin’. Bring some deer if I get one. But I been doin’ jus’ fine on my own before an’ I’ll be fine now.” 

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“You know, I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here.” ( from merle dixon ! )

Something about that skinny blonde girl gave him pause. She was a sweet enough kid, played well with the little boy and the other girl, polite to the adults, nice to her Momma, and avoided him and Merle entirely - likely at the instruction of her Momma, not that Daryl blamed her. But he’d seen something that morning that made him uncomfortable. 

She’d been playing with the other kids after breakfast, giggling and laughing and being all around too energetic for seven in the morning, when her father had snapped at her to ‘shut the hell up’. A rude thing to say to a kid sure, but that really hadn’t been what bothered him. It had been the little girls reaction. She’d gone completely stiff and dropped the bright pink plastic pony into the dirt, nodding and apologizing in a voice that was so starkly different to the one she’d just been using that by all accounts it could’ve been a completely different child. 

He knew that reaction. He’d been that skinny little girl in a life that felt so far away but so frighteningly close. 

Daryl knew it was none of his business what went on behind closed doors. That wasn’t his kid. It wasn’t his marriage. It wasn’t his father. 

Daryl also knew what happened when no one got involved. People got hurt. People died. 

He was weighing these options and watching the little blonde girl and her mother folding laundry when Merle speaks. He pulls his gaze away from the two of them and looks over at his older brother. Merle would probably tell him it wasn’t any of his business and to just keep his head down and shut up. 

“He hits ‘em.” Daryl mutters, nodding towards where the father - a fat lazy Man who in the two weeks they’d been here Daryl had never seen do a single thing for the rest of the group - sits in the shade. “The little girl, an’ her Momma. He hit’s ‘em.” 

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@riskedlives said: who did this to you? ( from dennis cloyd ! )

The shiner beneath her eye wasn't pleasant to look at, but, she'd live. An apprehensive shoulder raised her to ear and then dropped in a very lazy shrug. "Dennis..." She appreciates the concern, of course she does. It warmed her little, bleeding heart that he cared; but, there was a bigger picture here-- "I'm fine." A hand reached up to brush dark, flyaway hairs out of her face. "Not worth worryin' about, 'kay?"

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🍟 ( from amber ! )

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Send 🍟 to steal one of my muse’s fries. Thief.

The man may have been daydreaming at the current moment in time, but that wasn’t to say he definitely wasn’t alert. Oh he was. And that was why the moment the other took one of HIS fries, his attention instantly focused on her with quite the look on his features.

“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” Lee simply started in a clearly joking tone. “That was my fry. These are my fries. I hope you’re prepared to pay the consequences for your action.” Lee stated with what was meant to be a really scary and intimidating look on his features.

Then his features shifted into a grin as he pulled the other into his embrace, for a hug. Punishing her with his addiction. Affection. Mostly hugs. He was unique. “This is your punishment, I hope you regret what you did and will learn from this.” He stated.

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@riskedlives​​  || 3,4, 5 sentences  “ what happened here? ” ( zeke to jesus ! )

        paul folds his arms over his chest , eyes to the charred bodies in the clearing that obviously hadn’t been set by more dead  .  ❝ i don’t know  . . .  its obviously man made . . . the fire was too controlled  .   ❞ brows furrow and nose scrunches at the smell of burnt flesh piercing the veil  . it was never something he could quite get used to  .  he kneels down to the bodies for a few long moments trying to absorb everything he’s seeing  .   suddenly it hits him looking at the bodies and the way they are positioned  ,  some of the features still visible but only just barely  .  ❝ your majesty  ,  i don’t think these were roamers .  i think someone burned these people alive  . ❞ just when he thought he’d seen it all something else comes along .  who in the world could have done something like this  ??