#sailedsunset

[dasuuis]

small starter for @sailedsunset​ — carl requested

     he refused to believe what he was seeing; his hands shuddering on his grip on his rifle.  ❝  i don’t know who the hell you are, but.. y - you better step back,  ❞  stammers defy serious tone.  it could not be who he believes it is.

[labyriinths]

@sailedsunset​

Wade disliked the morning shift, but he needed the night off. He wasn’t in a very conversin’ mood and for some god awful reason Lemon had decided to do a brunch on the weekdays. He was sick and tired of tellin her this wasn’t fancies. People came here for the same ol’ grits, runny omelets and the greasy burgers. That’s it. But, he had to admit some of the cocktails she made for the brunch wasn’t so bad. He was too damn stubborn to give the ‘new’ dishes a try, but he liked the extra prices they were chargin’ for them though. As he finished polishing up one of the glasses, he looked up and saw Deputy Walsh come through. “Mornin’ Dep. What can I get ya?” One of the waitresses slid over the brunch special to Shane. Shrimp n’ grits, Steak n’ eggs, Chicken n’ Waffles, peach bellini, irish coffee, million dollar bloody mary. Wade rolled his eyes. “We got the normal stuff too.” 

[shotones-archive]

                               @sailedsunset​​   /   starter call.

it’s his worst nightmare come to life.      just like when he’d woken up in the hospital, once again, jim finds himself all alone in a dying world. not a single soul for miles and miles. fortunately, this time, he knows better than to yell out in the hopes that someone will hear him. still, it’s the silence that kills him. at this point, even an infected would’ve been a welcome sight just to hear some noise other than his own footsteps and the occasional gust of wind. all he’s got, is an empty gun in his belt, a wooden baseball bat and a bag with a couple days provisions left. which is what has brought him here, back into the city, despite how stupid of an idea it is.

peering through the windows into the stores to see if he can spot one that hasn’t been completely emptied out, he eventually comes across one that still seems to have some food left. only trouble is, he sees a figure in there. just one. it’s hard to make out in the dim light whether it’s an infected or not. if it’s an infected, he can easily take it out with his bat, or run away. though if it’s not an infected, well... it could either be really good, or really bad, depending on the person.

only one way to find out, he supposes.

❛❛   hello?   ❜❜      he calls out through the store window, and taps twice at the glass with his free hand to get the person’s attention, keeping both hands visible to show that he’s only holding a bat, not a gun.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Where Do We Go From Here? || Charley & Shane || @sailedsunset​

Charley held tightly to Sam's hand as they moved through the woods. The car they'd been driving since they'd lost Evan over a week prior had broken down, and she had no idea how to fix it so they were forced to abandon it. That's when she'd spotted the massive herd moving down the highway, and she'd taken her son into the woods to try and hide from them. It was then that something turned the herd, pushing them further and further into the woods.

Her legs and face were being torn and scratched as she tried to shield her son from those same brambles and briars. Her mind was going in a thousand different directions as she tried to get her bearings so that she could keep the two of them safe. She'd lost track of how long they'd been moving through the woods.

Sam knew it was serious that he keep up with his Mama and that he remain as quiet as he possibly could. He'd watched as his Daddy's hand had been torn from them and then he'd been ripped into shreds before their very eyes. He didn't want that to happen to him or his Mama so he did exactly as she told him to do.

Charley almost let out a frustrated cry when she saw the open field as it spread out before them. There was no house or barn or building in sight. Everything felt so hopeless. It was then that a figure moved in front of them. The pale skin, even in the moonlight, made her mind instantly go to the fact that the person was one of the things they'd been running from for weeks now.

It was only when she heard him weakly try to speak that she realized that he was alive. She clung to Sam's hand, pulling him in behind her. "You bitten?" But her hands were already reaching out to help the man. He was in desperate need of help, and while they didn't have much, she had never been one to turn anyone away. She swallowed thickly as she dropped to her knees beside him, eyes moving all around them to make sure there were no dead moving toward them in sight.

[atnoctum-archived]

@sailedsunset​  ‘ don’t talk like that. ’

        a vehemented storm begins to whirl in kate’s chest as her gaze flickers towards the man sitting by the dimming firelight across from her. 

      ❝  how else am i supposed to talk when the only people i’ve ever cared about are no longer here? what kind of hope do i have now when i’m the only one left?  ❞

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@sailedsunset​​   ♡   →   lori grimes & shane walsh.​

     ❝   it’s   hard   on   him   shane,   seeing   the   other   kids   have   their   father.      I’M   WORRIED   ABOUT   HIM.   ❞

[labyriinths]

@sailedsunset​ 

EVER SINCE HIGH SCHOOL LEMON BREELAND HAD BEEN SOMETHING OF A HANDFUL. why would it be any different, now she was just like a hyper pta mom of the town. there was no other way of describing her to be honest, that was the perfect manner of looking at. he could have ignored the call but duty and all that right? he liked his job even if it meant calls like this. he watched her go before he turned towards her sitting area with his hands hooked in his belts, one lifting to brush over his head. “gonna be a long day.” he grunted to himself as he was left to his devices. he stepped over and seemed to investigate the couch before he plunked himself down on the edge and while resting his arms against his legs he brought his hands together and was waiting for her return with a sense of slight dredd. 

he didn’t hate lemon, don’t think that, he and her had their own history of course. him and it is too long to proudly admit a list of women in this town or hell even county. his gaze glanced around lemon’s well kept, probably never head the end of it if you rearrange anything or got crumbs somewhere, living space until he heard her coming back and quickly turned his attention as she brought forth a tray with goodies in her attempt to be heard by him on her issues. issues that were not an actual emergency and he was sure that they both knew it too. she had to know it right? shane was watching every move she made with the calculations of a cop trying to deduce a situation almost like this was some kind of interrogation. not that it was but lemon had called him out on an emergency that wasn’t really an emergency and he was ready to get it out of her, end this conversation and get back to his real job even as he reached for the glass she poured for him because she was right …. was damn hot out. sipping the refreshment he reached out and set it down. “yeah guess i am…” he spoke once it was placed carefully on a coaster. there was a pause as he seemed to consider his words and how to get about this quickly so that he could also leave … quickly. “what exactly you hoping to get outta dragging me out here on this so called emergency, lem? cause i got actual work i need to be doin’ and you’re kinda hindering that to be honest.”

“Oh Pish Posh. Is there ever a real emergency in Blue Bell anyway?” Lemon brought the tray up so hopefully he’d be enticed to take an apricot biscuit. “But fine, since I know you’re a very busy man, I’ll get to the point.” Well as short as she could manage to get to the point after all these very necessary details. 

“Truth be told this is an emergency not many are takin’ seriously this summer. I’m sure a prestigious deputy of the law such as yourself must be feelin’ the brunt of this absolutely horrid heat wave. My, I’d venture even you find yourself workin’ even harder because your AC might be workin’ overtime to keep up with all of this.” She paused for effect. Taking a sip of the iced tea hoping he was at least intrigued, but not pausing too long in case he was going to walk out the door right then and there. 

“Just imagine, Shane. You’re out there patrolling the town and while you walk, you’re welcomed in ever corner misters.” She moved about her arms presenting the scene for him. “Studies have shown with weather conditions like the ones we’re goin’ through can easily make the townfolk irritable. More likely to commit certain indiscretions. Indiscretions I’m sure will be makin’ you go out of your already busy day to tend to, and solve. But if we can get ahead of it--Why. I’m just sure we could improve the overall morale, and you’ll feel much better protecting our beautiful town.” 

There was of course a second part to all this, other than agreeing. He was of course the deputy in town, and not the mayor. But, since she was currently not speaking to the mayor, for an incident that was absolutely not her fault, she needed this plan to come from someone else. And Wade couldn’t care less in helping the cause. Blue eyes looked expectantly at Shane hopin’ she was getting through to him. 

[unheald-archived]

@sailedsunset said : " This is this last time I’m asking you this: put my name at the top of your list." ( for lori ) =D have fun i love you

She was visibly upset, it was written all over her features, she couldn’t hide it. Everything had become such a mess, and Lori already blamed herself for that. It was hard not to when she had quite literally invited her husband’s BEST FRIEND into their bed, while he’d been laying in hospital. Granted, she’d been drunk, and lost, and scared… In NEED of company and comfort. But none of that was really an excuse, was it? Especially not for how it CONTINUED happening, and how somewhere inside her something had started to blossom — feelings for another man that she shouldn’t have even gone near.

It was especially complicated now that Rick’s condition had begun to get better, and Lori had been trying to avoid Shane. GUILT eating up inside but also the knowledge that if she let him in her door, he wouldn’t end up sleeping on the couch. But now he’d tracked her down, and at his words she could feel a lump forming in her throat. She hadn’t just been unfair to Rick, but to Shane too, and now she was going to have to deal with the consequences. “ I… What am I supposed to do, Shane? What’s been going on between us… — We both know it’s WRONG. ”