#thirteenpointbuck

[taughteuchre]

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              ❝ –  this is bullshit.                                  you’re the one pointing the GUN. ❞

   he SPITS, his reluctantly raised and his glare    practically sending daggers through the man’s    head. no time to reach for his gun, or r u n.

[familyroot-blog]

                         ❛    CAN’T  YOU  JUST  make  up  your  mind  ?            -------------------------  hit  or  fold,       man.              it’s  not  THAT  hard.     ❜  |  @thirteenpointbuck

[taughteuchre]

@thirteenpointbuck

              ❝ –  at least i actually hit the fucking muertos. ❞  

    he only half-attempts to say this quietly, a part of him      wanting him to hear his snide toward the newest member of      their arsenal of strays. it was fair to say, the two didn’t get al-      ong, at all.

[frvckles]

“I’m not slowing down because you’re short.” [ YES HELLO pls take this from nick's 6'3" ass /omg/ ]

small / tall starters

oliver pouts as he forces his way through the bushes, using his machete to cut some of the thicker plants out of his way. 

‘ fuck you… ’ the teen grunts as he slashes at the twigs and leaves, keeping an eye out for any walkers that might be attracted to the noise. ‘ we can’t all be fucking giants. ’ he huffs, jogging to catch up to nick once he manages to navigate through the weeds.

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[tenaciousvalor-archived-blog]

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

     Her brow raised as she looked at Nick, wondering if she should challenge this. Having been in the same situation, she decided not to fuck with him too much. She slid her hands into her pockets before moving closer to him.

          “Well, I guess I’ll have to believe ya. Despite what I personally think,” she responded. “Though I do have a feelin’ there's a reason behind the drinkin’. I don’t know many people that’ll drink alone if they can help it.”

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@thirteenpointbuck

          ❛ y-you want me to what ? ❜  there’s a look towards the gun first, and then the fawn.  she couldn’t kill the baby deer !  even if they were in need a food, the idea of killing the innocent little baby...  no, she’d never be able to pull the trigger.  ❛ i-i can’t. ❜

[praetcritum-blog]

@thirteenpointbuck played a game of DOMINOES.

                    ❝ –  you can often tell a man by the state                              of their hands. ❞

   the g r u f f man almost scoffed at the aggro youth.    his eyes passing over the rifle gripped so tightly in    his hand the damn thing might as well snap.

                    ❝ –  and those hands,                                     are not meant for the trigger. ❞