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[2leggedshark]

My thoughts on saint.

[general-kalani]

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"Not that one Megan. That's poisonous."

He'd never thought he'd be out here, in the wilderness, scavenging for berries of all things.

"Why not? It all looks the same."

"No... They ain't. Look 'ere. This is how y'know it ain't safe."

"... The colour..? Ohhhh, it is different! Thanks Brian."

"It ain't a problem." He'd heard a noise. Not wanting to freak out Megan he looked in the direction it came from. Brow furrowed as he looked between Megan and the noise.

He couldn't let her get hurt. He could never let her get hurt.

"What about this one Brian?"

"... Yeah that one's fine."

A hand on the gun now as he watched the direction closely. Any sign of a Biter, and he'd have to take it out away from her eyesight...

He'd forgotten how fragile kids were when it came to violence.

[2leggedshark]

When are we gonna talk about jimmys religious shit tho

[2leggedshark]

Lost jimmy selfcest comic from deviantart thst goes on for dozens of pages.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee. / from rick to shane.

** platonic / familial actions. - send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) - @saintsheriff

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

The Greene farm had so many noises that it made it hard to fall asleep. That's what had Shane on top of Dale's RV after telling Glenn to head on to bed and get some sleep. He wasn't going to be sleeping tonight so he might as well do something productive. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he liked being up here at night. Things were usually calm, and he could relax and not think about everything that had been going on since Rick had been shot.

With the exception of tonight, he usually sat up there and thought about life before the Outbreak and about his Grandma Jean. Tonight, however, he couldn't stop thinking of how everything had gone from bad to worse. Rick returning from the dead had been the best and worst day of his life. Instead of continuing to go through the motions with Lori, he had to examine his feelings and figure out what it was he wanted out of life.

And if he was honest with himself, Lori wasn't someone he was in love with. She'd been a comfort for him when he thought his best friend had died. And she knew he had been the same for her. After Rick's return, he had held on so tightly to both Lori and Carl because he wanted what Rick had. It had been ripped so suddenly from him that he'd been sent reeling. Now Lori was pregnant, and that messed it all up for the three of them.

He rubbed the top of his head with both hands before sighing loudly. It was then that he felt the RV start to shake slightly alerting him that someone was climbing up the ladder. As soon as he saw Rick's face appear, he frowned. He became instantly alert. "Carl okay?" He looked toward the house.

"Carl's fine." Rick showed him the thermos full off coffee. "I was just bringing Glenn some coffee." He unscrewed the lid and poured Shane some.

Shane relaxed and sat back in the lawn chair. "Yeah. Couldn't sleep and sent him to bed. Told him I'd finish out the night." He took the offered coffee and raised it slightly. "Thanks, man."

[isolatednights]

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 @saintsheriff )

⠀HE NODS WEAKLY AT THE MENTION OF the admin offices. bundling the vulnerable up in there, including his own son and daughter, was not what rick had wanted. but whatever this was, it was ripping through people faster than anyone could have anticipated. ‘i told him’ he replies, chewing the inner of his cheek and looking to the side as he thinks about carl, ‘i know you've got your hands full, but ... he can't leave. no matter what he says.’

⠀⠀RICK'S LOAD IS HARD TO LIFT and aiyla's quip escapes him. as much as he tried to make sense of it, he just couldn't. when would the world stop trying to kill them? if it wasn't the dead, it was the living. now this. rick's attention snaps back at promise me. ‘i'll be here, every second noon’ he clears his throat, skipping over the comment about himself, ‘if you need anything, you have my radio. smack it a few times if it doesn't work straight away.’

⠀⠀WHAT AIYLA IS DOING IS INVALUABLE to the group, let alone what she has already done. kept sophia alive, looked after judith while rick was incapacitated. rick has an overwhelming urge to hug her, a show of gratitude that had been foreign to him for a while. but he can't. he could very well be carrying whatever was taking people down. ‘i can't begin to thank you enough--’ rick sees evan lingering in the background, ‘think somebody wants you.’

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 at his words ( were he anyone else, rick would have been able to excuse his absence ; could lock himself away within the admin offices right alongside his two children — instead he is 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 and the world weighs far to heavily upon his shoulders ). fingers twitch at her side before curling into a fist ( even simple physical comfort isn't something she can offer him given the news of quarantine hanging over their heads ). "i'll keep him close. find something to keep him busy — feel important for being with us rather than elsewhere."

some tension in her shoulders lessens at the promise though she is not oblivious to how readily he glides right over her request that he care for himself. blue hues trail his frame and aiyla is aware now is 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 to push him. instead, a small sigh escapes before offering a small nod of understanding. "i will hold you too that. you aren't here and i'm going to come searching."

"i'm not doing anything you've not already repaid 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃, if not to me directly, than to everyone else here," she remarks with a shrug before taking a step in the direction of her son. "but if you really want to thank me, 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 too, hm? i won't be around to push you to eat, or sleep."

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

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featuring: daryl dixon and rick grimes

               ❝   if   you’re   comin’   out   here   to   try   and   coax   me   closer   to   the   house,   you’re   wastin’   your   breath.   ❞      daryl   was   quite   content   with   his   set   up   at   the   edge   of   the   property.      he   never   was   the   type   to   do   well   with   crowds,   it’s   why   he   and   merle   had   been   set   up   so   far   from   the   rest   back   at   the   quarry.      only   thing   that’s   changed   during   this   past   week   was   his   brother   was   now   somewhere   out   there   without   a   hand.      that   and   the   plan   to   rob   them   blind   was   forgotten.      wasn’t   really   something   he   wanted   to   do   anyway,   but   he   was   a   follower,   not   a   leader.      ❝   ‘sides,   i   ain’t   really   much   of   a   religious   man,   and   that   hershel   guy   seems   like   the   kind   to   pray   at   the   dinner   table.      no   thanks.   ❞

[isolatednights]

"There is no other option."

his words are like a punch to the gut — their little group had been doing well after the governor ; creating something good and 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 in a world that had become anything but. she admittedly hadn't known what she'd been expecting ( hoping ) for, but it hadn't been this. the colder months had always been remarkably harder in recent years and they'd been lucky to avoid any major sickness prior to now.

blue hues flitter 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐌 — seeking out their respective children ( evan is avidly listening to carl at his side — whatever they discuss is entirely lost to the pair of adults given their distance, but the childlike innocence both boys display — virtually unseen since the world spiraled to its end is... refreshing ).

it takes some time for her to respond, but aiyla finds herself grateful that the man lingers. "okay." it's so achingly simple that her gaze returns to him. "𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, rick. i'll go find beth, judy and the others. you said the admin offices?" worrying at her lower lip, she resists the urge to reach out and give his arm a reassuring squeeze ( stops herself from promising that everything will work out in the end — there is no guarantee of such a thing anymore ).

"when you tell carl... maybe say that he needs to come with me to 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐔𝐒 should the need arise. just tell him everyone knows i'm rubbish with a handgun and i'm sure he'll believe you." lips quirk as she speaks, the tease light on her tongue as if hoping the airiness of her words will lessens some of the concern he might be feeling.

"𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄 you'll come check in when you can? it will do us all some good to see you." the request is meant largely in part for his children but partially for herself — sequestered away and unaware of what was going on? the prospect made her notably nervous. "and remember to 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, yeah?"