#zwhacking

[lastfulcrum]

@zwhacking

   eyes wander up as the door to their small, shared home opens -- a small, barely there smile fleeting across his lips before it was gone; he had anticipated it, of course, setting a still hot mug of coffee down on the kitchen table as she settled herself back home.    “you just missed dante, about ten minutes ago -” he starts, already beginning to sip of his own cup as he watched her. “he says hi. well -- he didn’t, but, you know dante.”

[katanatm-blog]

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          ❛  have  you  ever  heard  the  saying  anger  makes  you  stupid  ?  and  stupid  gets  you  killed  ?  ❜

[icebitxh]

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   “ you have 2 minutes to identify yourself.. ”

[savedpeople]

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          there’s a decent sized dead horde between them, but it wasn’t his group that killed the majority of them. it was her, this redhead from out of nowhere, a wanderer who didn’t belong to any group. her spiked bat dripping with blood and brains of the fallen biters isn’t lifted, and instead remains dangling from her hand as she watches the male cautiously. people are a bit more unpredictable and desperate now, last thing she wants is to die for moving the wrong way.  her shoulders shrug.                ❛ my name’s addison carver, i’m looking for my old group. who are you? ❜

They were fighting through one hell of a horde, and it wasn’t long before he realized the undead were dropping faster than his group was hitting them. There was another member of the living knocking them out from the other side and as the last one falls, he sees her.

“Damn,” he utters, regaining his breath. Look at her. Where’d she come from? Negan immediately takes note of the spiked bat in her hand, his own bloodied Lucille being held in a similar fashion at his side.

“Name’s Negan. We---” free hand motions to the men behind him, “--- are the Saviors. Now not to be the bearer of bad news but whoever it is you're lookin' for? We haven't seen 'em. Don't come across many groups these days, unless it's a group of these dead-alive shit stains here. Definitely not any looking for an Addison Carver.”

[notmercyed]

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            there was a sound that roused at his consciousness -- he had just managed to slip off; which, in itself, was a dangerous thing to do when alone in the hell that was the world they lived in. he had learned, early on, how to stir quickly and easily in order to try and preserve his life. if he was perfectly honest with himself, his self preservation had tipped downwards quite a bit since he had nearly died -- and he would’ve too. some days, even years later, part of him wished he had. he had no idea where the self dubbed operation bite mark was. no IDEAS where addy was, or if she was even still alive.    there was no california. no light on the horizon to keep moving towards -- nothing to continue fighting for, except for a fool’s hope that he would find something to latch onto to continue moving.     he’s standing, albeit reluctantly, and using the wall as a crutch to momentarily get himself into an upright position -- ignoring the lack of appropriate response from his bad leg; taking an off weight step towards the noise as he cradled his gun with both hands.          “who’s there?” he called out, a harshness underlying in his tone that he had learned over the years to cover up whatever tentativeness or fear might be harbored there. fear and hesitance would only get him killed, as far as he was concerned, and keep him from finding a tether of hope to latch onto. “ain’t nothing here for you to steal -- and it would just be a waste of time to kill me, i encourage you to move on.”

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       “ ADDY -- “ he breathed, sticking out a hand to stop the other,  “ --- did you hear that? i don’t think we’re ALONE in here. “

                                         @zwhacking  || short sc .

[messiahrisen-a]

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“Addison.”

Though he was walking upright, Murphy might as well have been crawling at her feet. The humility which overcame him then and there was harrowing. For the first time in his miserable existence, he truly believed he owed another human ( since Lucy ) his life.

“I wanted - “

He stopped. Speaking was so hard, nowadays. Words never came easy.

“I wanted to thank you. For what you did for my little girl in the years I was gone. You kept her safe. She’d be dead if it weren’t for you and... I can’t repay you for that.” He bowed his head, unable to look Addy in the eye.

[uploadead]

               " so... garden gnome, huh? ” he sounds impressed. amused, too. 

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