#skulleyed

[sacrificesmade]

@skulleyed​.     𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 .      ❛ don’t look at me like that . ❜ (feel free to ignore ❤)

                          shane had no fucking idea when this kid grew the hell up. they were all so preoccupied with -- everything,  that carl had to get his shit together, and fast. he was a long way from the kid that kept trying to get himself killed. sure, he still does some stupid shit, but he can take care of himself. and now, carl had convictions about the shit that he did... convictions that he hopes won’t get the kid killed. maybe they will. 

                          it was hard to tell what look he might’ve given him, there were a few things on his mind -- but he drops his gaze, nods in acknowledgement.  ❛ ... sorry, kid. ❜  it was probably time to stop calling him that, he had a name, one shane could use - but old habits die hard.  ❛ ... how have you been holdin’ up? haven’t.. really had time to ask y’that lately. ❜

[wclsh-a]

@skulleyed​​​ / sc.

❛❛    𝐡𝐞𝐲.   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐧𝐨𝐰,   𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥,   𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 ?   ❜❜      his    tone   was   strict,   completely   different   from   how   he   normally   talked   to   the   boy.   he   HATED   brushing   him   off   like   this,   acting   like   he   was   too   busy   for   him   or   that   he   suddenly   didn’t   care.   he   could   only   imagine   how   confused   and   hurt   his   sudden   shift   in   behavior   would   make   carl,   especially   taking   into   account   that   the   boy   seemed   to   be   looking   up   to   him,   and   even   often   opted   to   go   to   shane   instead   of   his   own   parents   if   something   was   on   his   mind,   or   if   he   just   wanted   attention.   but   it   was   the   only   way   he   knew   how   to   make   his   decision   of   leaving   the   group   easier   on   the   kid.   after   all,   if   carl   HATED   him,   then   he   wouldn’t   be   missing   him   when   he   was   gone.

[sacrificesmade]

@skulleyed​   .    for emotionally stunted idiots  :      “  if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.  ”

                                    yeah, there was a time that shane was afraid of the anger that he held as well. he saw what it could do to a person, how their wrath could consume them, take control of them, how they lost themselves in it. it was dangerous if misused, but -- in the proper hands, it could also be a powerful tool. something that drives someone to do what they have to when they’d be too weak to  push through otherwise. 

                                    ❛ you don’t have to be.. afraid of feeling somethin’, carl. ❜      he had a good head on his shoulders, shane knew he wouldn’t do anything stupid if he did get riled up.   ❛ getting angry just means you give a shit. ❜   pardon his language.    ❛ that’s not somethin’ you should be shutting down. ❜  

[nctbitten-a3]

@skulleyed    .     carl :   ❝  wait,  stop you’re bleeding.  ❞

          bleeding? clementine frowned, following the direction of his gaze to find exactly where she was injured. it was her arm --- maybe it had been a tree branch? sometimes it was more about running away and making sure they lost the walkers on their tail, even if they got a little hurt on the process.

          ❝ it doesn’t hurt, i’m fine. ❞

          she had definitely been through worse.  ❝ we’re good now, that’s what matters. that was close, though. ❞ these ‘escapades’ outside the walls of alexandria were getting more and more dangerous, but she still liked them. it meant quality time with him and they agreed that it wouldn’t do anyone any good to stay behind walls too long and forget what the world was really like.

[doginthecorner]

12. What were their hobbies? Do they still have any of them?

Childhood Asks

12. What were their hobbies? Do they still have any of them?

Spending time out in the woods by himself has always been his long running hobby and it's definitely one he still has. As a kid he'd go out to the woods around the park to escape his dad and keep out of Merle's way, but as he got older he started hunting and fishing out there too. That's something that's always been an over arching theme of his life, the woods as safety and solace.

@skulleyed

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.” (for Sophia)

|REACTION MEME| BRUISED AND BROKEN VERSION

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

Sophia hadn't even registered that she had gotten herself hurt until Carl had reacted to the blood that had pooled through the thin fabric of her shirt. She frowned as the pain in her side suddenly let itself be known. She lifted her shirt, seeing the two cuts that were about an inch and half each. "Damn it," she mumbled as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down to redirect the pain somewhat.

Carl frowned as well, seeing that her injury was a little more than he'd expected. He reached for his pack, starting to unzip it. He always packed some first aid supplies in case something had happened, but it was the first time he needed to use them. He pulled free the small box, opening it. "I've got some bandages, wait a sec."

She looked around the living room of the abandoned house that they'd taken refuge in. She spotted a chair and moved to sit down on the edge of the dusty, ripped cushions. She swallowed thickly, knowing that the cuts weren't too deep, but the sight of her own blood always made her queasy. "I ain't goin' nowhere," she teased, trying to take her mind off of what they'd just fought through to make it inside.

He moved to her, squatting down beside her. "Move your shirt up, okay?" It would probably be easier to work with the bandages if she would remove it entirely, but he wasn't about to suggest it.

She closed her eyes for a moment, giving it a moment's thought before she pulled her shirt up and over her head and placed it in her lap. It was covered in her blood and had rips where the branches and brambles had sliced through the material and her flesh. She placed one arm around her small breasts as if she was trying to shield herself from his view.

He looked up, meeting her eyes. "Hey. Promise I ain't lookin', Soph." His cheeks turned a bright red as he averted his eyes back to her side, trying to decide if he needed to make use of the suture kit or just bandage it and wait until they got back home and let someone else look at it.

"Please no needles," she begged softly, bottom lip trembling as she met his eyes.

"No needles," he promised as he put some anti-bacterial ointment on the cuts and then gently covered it with the gauze and then wrapped it with the tape a couple times around her torso. He was careful not to touch her anywhere inappropriate, but it was hard to keep his earlier promise of not looking.

Their eyes met and both of their cheeks turned a brighter pink. "It's okay," she promised him, knowing that if the tables had been turned that she'd sneak peeks too. "I won't tell if you don't."

[herecomesnegan]

‘  only  you  know  the  way  that  i  break .  ’ (skulleyed)

That isn’t a statement that should make Negan smile and yet he feels the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly as he continues to study Carl’s face.  He wonders what he’d look like with two eyes, without the scarring. Wonders just how fast he had to grow up given the state of the world they were living in. It’s a shame in some ways, but it also made him hella badass.  “Our not so little secret.” He says quietly, barely above a whisper while sounding somewhat thoughtful.  @skulleyed

[herecomesnegan]

“I’m a better shot than almost all of them, and I have more experience than most of the new recruits…”

“That’s all well and fucking good kid, but I don’t remember asking your goddamn opinion on my recruits.”