it has been a while since the last time i posted gijinka drawings
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it has been a while since the last time i posted gijinka drawings
i've spent most of today w/my head in the toilet bc i'm sick as heckie. i need to go to the store & get medicine tho so i put some lipstick on to make me feel better ok. happy munday~
"Y'heard me. Now y'goin' t'do it, or am I goin' t'have to come over there and help m'self?"
Daryl doesn't quite know how to answer. But, it's honestly coming down to a matter of the archer needing what Rick's offering. He blows out a rough breath, and Daryl grabs the ex-cop by the jacket to drag him up the staircase to his cell.
It's small -- Just like the others, of course. Daryl's poncho, extra clothes and whatnot are strewn across the top bunk -- His crossbow hangs near his poncho, over the edge of the bunk. He lets go of Rick, tugging the cell door shut before yanking the cloth over it. It's not much for privacy -- And the prison certainly isn't soundproof in the slightest.
He turns to the leader, breathing uneven -- Cheeks pink and eyes glazed with the effects of the dust. He's never been good with words, and now is no different as he tugs Rick close -- Presses his hips against the other's thigh, unable to stop himself.
all I ever do is take selfies and forget to post them