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Complete Character History of The Walking Dead
We’ve all lost someone.
Serpents in my mind, trying to forgive your crimes. ↳ for the wonderful Lorraine ♥
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Living in a world so cold since you’ve gone away
"I’ll distract them while you run away."
Send one of following to see how my muse reacts
"As if I would let ya do anythin’ like that on yer own." Daryl mutters under his breath, giving a large shake of his head. "Yer stuck with me here."
Daryl nods his head, already aiming his crossbow up. “On my go we are runnin’ for it.” He motions her up with his hand. “Ya run and don’t look back until yer far enough away.”
Gun prepared being holded on one hand, another nod to confirm his instrutions were understood. As long as he was following her, her chase wouldn't stop untill they reached somewhere safe.
"--Got it"
the blood will always stain my hands
and no matter how much i clean them the blood still remains under my s k i n
” 'm fine, don' need to waste any water on a little blood.”
"--You did a good job Beth. I'm glad you're safe"
"I’ll distract them while you run away."
Send one of following to see how my muse reacts
"As if I would let ya do anythin’ like that on yer own." Daryl mutters under his breath, giving a large shake of his head. "Yer stuck with me here."
"Then I guess I will have ta pick you up." Daryl gives her a deadpanned expression. "I ain’t livin’ no one behind again."
"--As if"
Point taken, this archer's escape would not be slowed down by her if possible. One nod as response before taking the lead again.
"Let's go then"
"I’ll distract them while you run away."
Send one of following to see how my muse reacts
"As if I would let ya do anythin’ like that on yer own." Daryl mutters under his breath, giving a large shake of his head. "Yer stuck with me here."
"Don't be stubborn and just go. I'll only slow you down"
"Oh dear god… What have you done?"
” s’not what y’think the blood ain’ mine a walker got too close ‘m fine, Carol.”
"--Alright. Go get clean then, I'll take care of it"
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"I never see you anymore."
"Are you insane?"
"Do you really love me?"
"I wish you would tell me why."
"I finally understand."
"You don’t have to protect me."
"I’m not scared."
"Please, don’t slam the door!"
"I know you mean well but let me be."
"How to be brave when I’m afraid to fall?"
"You look beautiful."
"I’m crazy for you."
"I’ll distract them while you run away."
"Die!"
"Do you even care about how I feel?"
"I’ll be right here."
"Look at the sky. It’s beautiful."
"I thought you were dead!"
"Shut up and come with me if you want to live."
"I won’t say I’m in love."
"Let me in."
"We used to be best friends."
"I just don’t care about you anymore."
"Help me! They are trying to kill me!"
"I made cookies for you."
"Will you bear my child?"
"Marry me!"
"What do you think you’re doing with that?"
"Please… Don’t."
"Stop chasing me!"
"I just… I just love you so much that I can’t even stand it!"
"I don’t want to be around you anymore."
"I don’t really care."
"You have to believe me!"
"They are tricking you!"
"Why you betrayed me?"
"Go to hell."
"I want all of you."
"Let’s be friends, okay?"
"Can I have this dance?"
"I need a hug."
"I’m so drunk!"
"What did you take?"
"Are you high?"
"What are you so afraid of?"
"Oh dear god… What have you done?"
"There were so much blood…"
"Clean this mess!"
"I want to leave my partner."
"I killed someone."
"I know what you did last night."
"Explain me what’s going on."
TWD Picspam → Carol Peletier (Season 4)
Continuing to hum the tune, Carl browsed through the books that he wasn’t really interested in. He wanted to be out and helping his father; but he knew that he wouldn’t be helping anyone by making a drama of having to stay safe. That being said, his reflexes and hearing had become good enough to hear the woman by the bookshelf. He doesn’t move for a few seconds.
He turned, finally, to face Carol. He awkwardly flidded with a book in his dirty hands. “My, uh— my mom used to sing that to me when I was sick.” He ran his tongue over his lips and glanced down to his feet, taking in a breath before he looked back to the other. “I figured I could maybe— sing it to Judith sometime.”
After being spotted there were no reason to stay hiden anymore. Nor that it was her intention to begin with. His explanation for the melody performance seemed already expected but even so carried sadness within.
"--I'm sure she'll like it"
Hands occupied with books trying to rest importance to it unless he wanted to carry on the subject more. She had, after all, interrupted this private moment and to badger this younger was not on her plans at all.
"After all she enjoys it when Beth sings her to bed, so you should try it"
“Bring me sunshine in your smile—”
The melody came out slow and quiet as the young boy looked over the books in the libray of the prison. He had been more relaxed since they arrived here, even started to remember songs that his mother used to sing to him.
“Bring me laughter all a while.”
She sang it to him when he was sick, he remembered her sitting on the edge of his bed and smoothing his hair while she sang. He missed thinking about what life used to be like before the world went to hell. He hummed the rest of the tune, looking over a book.
Melody that echoed through dusty walls of this accommodated library where she used to spend more of her time wether teaching or inmerse on what lives those rescued books would offer. Lyrics reacher her ears with a hint of surprise due the singer's identity.
Steps intended to be quiet and not disturb this young man's peace, her head peeked in order to get a glimpse of what activity he might be doing while choring this song. One she knew from past times when life wasn't exactly easy, but different.
I know I am ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ my f a u l t s I know without [ can’t live ] my ｐｒｅｔｅｎｄ with them thoughts
ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ’ᵗ ʰᶤᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
