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[t-chambler-archived]

“Because I love you!”

Tara hadn’t seen what the big deal was-- after they took care of business here at the church, she would head off to Washington D.C. She had given Abraham her word, and while Tara had been known to make mistakes, she always stuck to her word- always. She’s nearly inches away from Erin, red in the face-- she can’t understand why Erin can’t accept that she’s leaving, that it’s for the greater good. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t coming back.

“It’s… Erin, I’ve got to go.” No one else here seemed to believe Eugene had a cure, that they could end this-- didn’t anyone here see how important this was? “We could find a cure! Why shouldn’t I go?” Her eyes are wide and she’s gripping Erin at the Elbows trying to find out why it’s such a big deal-- and then:

‘Because I love you!’

Tara leaned back for a moment, her lips parted in surprise-- the late nights, the laughter, the snowball fight-- Carl whispering how cute they would be together-- Tara’s eyes faltered down to the ground as Erin’s words pounded in her head. “Oh--” She cleared her throat. “Oh, well--” She stumbled over her words slightly. “--well, that makes more sense…” Her eyes traveled back up to look at the other woman she had grown to care so much for and offered a dazed smile. “Then come with me.” Tara said and before Erin could retort, she leaned forward to capture her lips with her own in a sweet, slow kiss.

Once pulled away for air, Tara’s eyes sparked. “I love you, too. But, this is important. Come with me.”

[thelcstsister]

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    She didn’t know much about Erin, but she knew that the girl was trying to make a place for herself with them and she hadn’t given them a reason to distrust her as of yet. Sally walked up to the woman sitting alone and offered her a bowl of spaghetti. “Hey,” she mused, sticking her free hand in her back pocket as she held out the food. “Noticed you skipped out on lunch today and thought you might be hungry. It’s not much..probably not that great either but..it’s somethin’.” Sally gave her a friendly smile, still unsure exactly what to make of the newest member of their community, but she was willing to give her a chance. “ ‘sides, if you don’t eat it, Daryl’s probably gonna come steal it from you.” 

[mrsxrobinson-archived]

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

Her eyes looked tired, and her hair was beginning to show slight gray streaks from the stress. They had been lost in space for years and they finally found it. Alpha Centauri. The journey was over- they had made it. All of them.

“Welcome home.”

@secre

[myriadxofxmuses]

MUSE BODY LANGUAGE :   Daryl

BOLD  /  ITALICIZE   WHAT  YOU  APPLY  TO  YOUR  MUSE.  REPOST,  DO  NOT  REBLOG !!

DEFENSIVENESS.   arms  crossed  on  chest  /   crossing  legs   /   fist-like  gestures  /   pointing  index  finger   /   karate  chops   /   stiffening  of  shoulders /   tense  posture /   curling  of  lip   /   baring  of  teeth (slightly)

REFLECTIVE.   hand  to  face  gestures   /   head  tilted   /   stroking chin  /  peering  over   glasses  /   taking  glasses  off  —  cleaning   /   putting  earpiece  of  glasses in  mouth   /   pipe  smoker  gestures  /   putting  hand  to  the bridge  of  nose   / pursed  lips  /  knitted  brows

SUSPICION.   arms  crossed / sideways  glance  /   touching  or  rubbing  nose  /   rubbing  eyes   /   hands  resting  on  weapon   /  brows  rising   /  lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line /   strict  unwavering  eye  contact /   wrinkling  of  nose

OPENNESS  +  COOPERATION.   open  hands /   upper  body  in  sprinters  position /  sitting  on  the  edge  of  a  chair /   hand-to-face gestures   /   unbuttoned  coat /  tilted  head /   slacked  shoulders /   droopy  posture  /   feet  pointed  outward  / palms  flat  and  facing  outward

CONFIDENCE.    hands  behind  back /   hands  on  lapels  of  coat   /   steepled  hands  /   baring  teeth  in  a  grin /   rolling  shoulders   /   tipping head  back  but  maintaining  eye  contact /   chest  puffed  up   /   shoulders  back /  arms  folded  just  above  navel

INSECURITY  +  ANXIETY.   chewing  pen  or  pencil nail beds /   rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb / biting  fingernails   /  hands  in  pockets /   elbow  bent   /   closed  gestures /   clearing  throat /   “whew ”  sound   /   picking  or  pinching  flesh   /  fidgeting  in  chair /   hand  covering  mouth  whilst speaking  /   poor  eye  contact  /   tugging  pants or  clothes /   jingling  money  in  pockets   /   tugging  at  ear   /  perspiring  hands  /   playing  with  hair   /   swaying   /   playing  with pointer /  marker   /   smacking  lips   /  sighing /  rocking  on  balls  of  feet /   flexing  fingers  sporadically

FRUSTRATION.   short  breaths  /   “ tsk ”  sounds   /  tightly  clenched  hands /  fist-like  gestures   / pointing  index  finger  /   running  hand  through  hair /   rubbing  back  of  neck  /   snarling   /   revealing  teeth  /  grimacing   /   sharp-eyed  glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows   /   shoulders  back,  head  up   -   defensive  posturing   / clenching  of  jaw /  grinding  of  teeth /   nostrils  flaring   /   heavy  exhales

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[buriednotdead]

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DEAD. The others were all dead. Jason Voorhees had slaughtered them all and left their remains strewn about the lodge. Bodies were in shreds; slashed to pieces, smashed through glass, dismembered with machete strikes. The blood pooled in the cracks of the wooden floor and the entire place fell silent. The need to kill, the drive to destroy, it had yet to leave the killer. The last one, he knew she was still here. Slow, methodical steps took him into the living room next to the charred body in the dying fire. He would find her, it was only a matter of time. 

[centurionprotocol]

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“Thanks,” was barely uttered before the bottle was brought to her lips. The bar was pretty empty, it was only herself and a man she was fairly certain was actually asleep on the other end of the counter. “How late are you open?” Gwen flat-out refused to look at her phone again, it would only make her more aware of how long this job was taking and how much longer she’d be sitting on her ass. At least the bartender was cute and seemed entertaining enough. She’d rather be sitting in the warmth of the bar, aiding the warming with another beer, than sitting quietly in her rental.

[uualkerbait-blog]

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Alexandria was suffocating, filling his eyes and lungs and sitting on his shoulders to bring him to the ground. Continuing to sit still and hope for the best was a death wish, and while everyone knew it, no one wanted to admit it out loud. Even if they did, Rick would shut it down. Rick, who had decided for all of them to go along with Negan’s wishes. Rick, who wasn’t fighting back. Rick, who had to keep Glenn in check now; remind him that everyone had to still stand beside each other. Anger roiled with every confrontation, every reminder, though he knew deep down it wouldn’t be fair to lash out. Everyone had lost someone. But if no one was to do anything, Glenn would have to take it upon himself, even if it meant going against everyone’s wishes. Negan would be his alone, to pry open and claw to pieces, to break every bone and bleed dry. Weeks spent scavenging and digging for intel finally led to the location of one of the Saviors’ many outposts. Though there weren’t many stationed there, any damage to Negan’s numbers was good damage, and could eventually lead him down the road to the leader himself. The plan was set. Glenn would leave, alone, without telling anyone. Rick and Michonne would no doubt find a way to stop him, and Rosita would find a way to follow; kinks in his goals. No, he couldn’t deal with being forced to sit by or having someone else’s death on his hands. It needed to be him. When the timing was right, he packed a bag of rations along with a gun he’d found on a run—a Beretta 92FS. It was almost too easy to slip past those on guard and slink off into the nearby woods surrounding the walls. And then a cog misaligned in the plan. Erin. It would ultimately be best if she thought he was meant to be outside the gates and wouldn’t mention it to anyone. Muttering a curse beneath his breath and hoping for the best, he caught her attention as she neared. ❝ Hey, I hadn’t realized you left. ❞ He forced himself to be casual; to not raise any suspicions, but his dark, piercing eyes gave an impression of such intensity that it bordered on a sense of restrained violence. After a pause, he lied, a strange edge to his voice, ❝ Rick sent me out here to scavenge, said it’d be good to clear my head. I’ll just hit one of the surrounding neighborhoods and head back. Not too far... What are you doing out here, though? I don’t remember seeing you leave. ❞

[outlawedfamily]

Nicer Days || Erin

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Making his way to the front door of her house Vince wasn’t quite sure what he had planned. Part of him hoped that she wasn’t home anyway so that he could go back to doing nothing. But the day had been to nice, the expanse of the clear crisp blue sky had led him to his bike. And from there he had somehow ended up driving past the dirt driveway that led up to her house. 

His knuckles rapped against the door quickly, the mounting nervousness dissipating as he heard movement inside. It had been awhile since they had spoken in the bar. “Hey,” he managed to sputter out gruffly as the door opened.