#walkrbait

[eisiramdeus-a]

Why do you bully me ?

u deserve it, bottom. accept ur place.

[cryptidsdad]

walkrbait / sc.

Despite the fact that just about every one of his neighbors knew about the spot on the hill, it was still Robert’s spot. He went there to relax and be alone with his thoughts. (And if he drank and smoke for hours while he was up there? That was his business). The only welcomed company was Betsy, of course, and she was more than happy to just lay there and nap for however long. But she got antsy after a while and Robert didn’t actually mind going on a short walk through the woods. He let her trot alongside him (off-leash because who the fuck went this deep into the woods?) as they made their way through the trees. It only seemed to be a second later that the little Boston Terrier was blazing ahead, barking her little head off. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ-” Robert jogged after her and arrived just in time to see her stop barking. At that point she was more focused on sniffing at the stranger’s shoes than she was barking. “Bets. Get over here.”

[savedpeople]

@walkrbait​ replied to your post: rewatching random scenes trying to get some muse...

and you know he hand picked everything out of things that were taken from places. interior decorator negan

i hope he also picked out this antelope or w/e that watches him sleep

[cryptidsdad]

Catch! 🎃

“Jesus fucking-” It took a second of him scrambling for him to manage actually catch the pumpkin. He would definitely have some sort of bruise- The stem had jabbed him in the stomach though the shock of having the wind knocked out of him helped with that pain. “You could have just said that this was the one you wanted,” he grunted as he adjusted his grip.

[wrathfulmercy]

7. for one muse to rescue the other (either way)

Protective prompts from here

It was not the first time that Daryl chose to leave Alexandria to find other survivors. Since they came here Rick and him were struggling the most to adjust to live in a “normal” community again, whatever normal meant these days. For them it was the exact opposite of the normal they got used to over the last months with living at a prison, leading a war against the governor and sleeping on the streets again like wild animals. In here everyone seemed so naive, so thoughtless and definitely not ready for the world outside of their fine walls.

Due to Ricks own struggling of giving up the lead more or less to Deanna and still desperately trying to control each and everyone around them to protect his family, leaving this town was a good distraction from the troubles his own mind caused on him. Finally he would be able to face real life again. Walkers, fights, blood... adrenaline running through your veins. Funny how used you can get to such unusual and dangerous things like that. And how addictive it could become.

After a while of driving they found a small warehouse and even if it looked empty on the outside, you never knew what could wait inside for you. Both sent each other a nod and got out of the car, hoping to find new supplies but also keeping an eye open to people, anything breathing to be concrete. Even if Ricks doubts about people only raised after all they went through, his chosen brother seemed to be more optimistic and for now he just tried to follow his lead.

The door opened and surprisingly it was pretty quiet. No roaming, no half bodies reaching out. They even spotted some cans in one small side room and headed over to a door which was blocked from outside and yeah, they definitely noticed breathing in there. Real breathing.

“Come on, help me.” Rick ordered to Daryl who helped him to get rid of the shelf which fell over and blocked the knob. As they finally opened the door, Rick immediately raised his gun to the stranger sitting on the floor, obviously hurt on his leg and raising his hands with a pale face.

“Who are you? How did you come here alone?” Rick asked while his fingers kept trembling on the trigger. He didn’t trust him, he didn’t trust anyone. Himself the least.

“Rick don’t. He’s hurt.” His brother muttered and lowered Ricks gun, who immediately slid his shaking hand over his eyes. It was too much. All was just too much.

While Daryl helped the stranger up, chit chatting about how he got hurt, a sudden rumble broke the silence as two walkers entered the room. “Watch out!” Rick snarled and took over the first one while the second headed right up to the stranger and made Daryl fall into another shelf by his try of stepping back. Before the walkers hands could reach their violator, Rick swung his machete right through the attackers arms, followed by one hard strike through his brain. Kicking the body away from the blade he looked down at the hurt man who already fell on the floor again.

With a sigh he placed the machete back on his belt and offered his hand. “My name is Rick Grimes. And you got lucky we found you.” And maybe it was even Ricks own luck, cause he finally had something else to focus on besides those perfect living Alexandrians. Someone. Someone who obviously was used to the same life they were and that made him already more likable than the ones at “home”.

@walkrbait

[savedpeople]

“You even play baseball or is that bat compensating for something ?”

“I’m definitely playin’ something with her. You wanna find out what that something is?”

[leftlimp]

      ❝   we  don’t  have  time   to  sit  here  and  wait,   it’ll  be  getting   dark  soon .   ❞

            ✎   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 .  ➝   @walkrbait​   ⤿   jeff  &  dominic .

[buildhope]

“WHY ARE YOU SMILING?”

      ⇢ @walkrbait​

❝  Someday,  I hope we get to a place where havin’ some joy in this world ain’t somethin’ to question,  ❞   he insists,  letting out a small laugh because he’s used to that kind of happiness being questioned.  And he doesn’t blame anyone for it  ----  with all they’ve endured,  it’s hard to smile so easily,  but for Alden,  it’s a little easier.  He’s good at being the optimist,  looking around him and seeing all the GOOD that still exists,  the good that is forming,  the good that is still to be had.  He’s the kind of person who looks forward,  not back  ---  and now that he’s finally in a good place,  living in a community that prioritizes people’s future rather than dwelling on the past,  he feels like he’s finally at peace.  He’s not letting that go to waste,  not after spending so long in a place that only wished to stunt his growth and to steal those opportunities away from him.  ❝  Just feels like I’m finally in a good place,  I s’pose.  And it feels damn good to smile about it.  ❞