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I miss the shit outta you.

“Music to my ears. I knew you’d come around eventually.” He’s wearing that usual smile with a dark twinkle in his eyes--- hell, how long has it been? Way too long, of course. “I won’t lie Sher, I missed the shit outta you too.” Standing close he looks down at her, taking her hand in his.

“So how about we cut this silent treatment shit, huh? Get back to all the good stuff that brought you to me in the first place.”

#safetydoesntexist #sherry immediately after this probably: nvm i'mma go #i just made up some bs thing here lmao bUT HI HELLO I'VE MISSED YOU

petition to amc to let you write paul's backstory and rewrite the past few ep's please and thank you

PETITION TO JUST MAKE HIM MY OC CAUSE AMC DOESN’T DESERVE HIM.

#hesminenow.

#;answered #safetydoesntexist #but thank you i love you <3

❝ --------------- OH SHER BEAR !! there you fucking are !! my god, for being one of my dear wives, you are the hardest to find outta the motherfucking lot. all of my guys had a HARD TIME FINDING YOU... makes me a little fucking CONCERNED, ya know. i mean, we ain’t playing hide and go seek, are we.... ?? ❞

@safetydoesntexist ❤‘ed

#safetydoesntexist #❝ █ v; damned world; your savior has come. 【ｍａｉｎ】#❝ █ tl; negan's reign. 【ｔｈｅｓａｖｉｏｒｓ】#he is #suspicious

» PLOTTED STARTER !

There's absolutely NOTHING happening in this goddamn cell — just music and darkness, since days already. So when there's a little movement in the corner of his eyes, Daryl turns his head immediately. At first he doesn't realize what it is as it's hard to tell in the dim light, but he reaches for it and as soon as he feels the cold material in his fingers he knows it's a KEY.

Daryl doesn't even question it might be a trap — it's his chance so he gets up and fumbles clumsily with the key until the door opens with a quiet squeak. On his way outside he's careful but QUICK, though when he opens the back door to the motorcycles he freezes ; he stares right into Sherry's eyes, not moving even a single inch back or forward. ❝ I — I didn't — ❞, he stutters but the words are stuck in his throat.

— @safetydoesntexist

#safetydoesntexist #v ❯ all out war

I follow you because I love that dirty mouth. No shame.

My mouth is very fucking clean, thank you. We could change that. Hell, I can think of at least two ways to dirty it up.

#safetydoesntexist #messages

✮ = stargazing .

reaction meme.

Georgia summer turns the air thick as molasses and coats the skin damp even in the middle of the night. They’re sprawled out on the bed of Merle’s truck. A mattress thrown in the back piled with as many blankets the two of them could steal for the night. Pillows underneath their heads prop them up so they can see through the clearing of the trees. The sky’s surrounded by an uneven line of pine and leaves that stretch up so tall, Daryl swears it looks like they’re scratching their way towards the stars.

That’s why they’re here. Cause tonight the stars aren’t just up in a sea of inky black and navy blue made unearthly colors by the huge, round moon glowing silver and yellow. The lighting bugs are back. Swirling and dancing up higher and higher so that it makes you feel like you could reach up and pluck the stars from the sky cause some are floating down to meet you. Makes them feel like they’re laying in the middle of a dream where, somehow, they’ve finally reached the sky.

“Fuck it. Let’s just sleep out here. Don’t really wanna go back.” It’s not like his dad would miss him. Probably has no idea he’s gone cause he’s unconscious by now. Her parents? They could sneak her in her window before they were any the wiser. Got that shit down to a science.

Bare toes wiggle and a pair of blinking lights flutter by Sherry’s cheek then zoom off towards the swirls and dots of the others. Her eyes light up for a second as they pass by. Daryl ticks his chin closer to her and offers her up a crooked smile. His dad, the pressure of her parents. They couldn’t feel any further away from them when they’re out here.

“Wanna..?”

#v: we made dime store promises (divergent)#p: sherry (safetydoesntexist)#(pre-everything!)#safetydoesntexist

safetydoesntexist:

sherry had been paying attention to the younger boy negan had dragged into the parlor earlier, and though it was obvious he didn’t want to drink or spend time with the asshole, he abided. she had assumed he was either from a rival group, or simply got too big for his britches. either way, when negan was clear of the parlor and most of the girls had gone to attend to different activities, she motioned for him to sit beside her on the couch.

when she heard his words, she reached to have a sip of her glass of wine. ❛ vodka is a bit much, kid. I can get you a beer if you want. ❜

🔫 Maybe a bit much was exactly what he was going for. Rick would probably have a fit if he knew, so it was a good thing he didn’t know. Carl hardly noticed the release of breath he gave as he moved to sit beside her. The other girls in the room looked about as miserable as he felt. None of their energy was focused on him, but it didn’t make him feel a smidge less out of place. “Might’ve been what I was going for. Might make me feel a bit less crappy about this whole arrangement.”

He slouched back, glancing to her briefly before looking forward at the ground. The last time he was here she had been the only person in the room who hadn’t stood away from Negan. Hadn’t just avoided looking at him completely. Did her best to make the other girls feel as safe as they could feel in their position. Perhaps today would be the worst of it for him, but that was still a day he had to drag himself through that he couldn’t just lock himself away in a room and hide from. “Figured vodka would be strong enough to make me stop second guessing myself for a while.”