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       ‘   what reasons are you lookin’ for ??

he... honestly can’t believe he’s mulling over the option of bringing her in. so many souls he’s turned away just to protect the few people left in his twisted sort of family,  but that’s the thing, isn’t it ?? 

they need more able bodies. there’s no way around it. 

        “Unless I find a reason to stay.”

These days, she very rarely found reasons to linger in an area for too long. But if this man was so keen on find -ing out whether or not she was passing through, it meant that maybe there was something worth staying for.

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the walking dead meme: (2/8) relationships

rick/michonne 

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Plz, make babies.

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        ‘   absolutely. 

    swath of string cast away, he straightens up, a deep     pang in his knees giving hint of his age and STRAIN. 

        ‘   you make a working snare, the half of             chocolate bar i’ve been saving is yours.

            ’ is that a bet, mr. grimes? ’

    she lets herself tease, a mischievous grin taking place     on her face. maggie is thankful for the conversation, for     the opportunity to let go of all the dark and heavy and     relax; unwind. it��s something she hasn’t done in a while     – it feels nice.

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        ‘   i’m not leavin’ you.

he’s quick to cut that idea down, leveling her with a sharp look before his attention darts up to the mess of crumbling and shuffling decay. 

        ‘   we stick together. only way we get out. understood ??

don’t need her running off half-cocked. he’s had enough recklessness to last a lifetime.

      “Well, actually… less planning and more doing would be a great start.“

She slowly stood up to gaze out the dusty window, eyes squinting as they tried to distinguish whether there were that many or their minds made a pact with exhaustion.

     “I can try and take ‘em. You think you can make it back to the car?”

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BONNIE & CLYDE SENTENCE MEME

“That’s where I’m gonna end up one day. Trust me.” “I’m gonna make a whole lot of money.” “I can’t wait to get away.” “We can’t spend our whole lives hiding.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “I’ve been dreaming of a hot meal with you as my dessert.” “I can’t believe what you are asking me to do.” “I’ve got some moves that I’d love to show you.” “How ‘bout a dance?” “Let me get to know you.” “You look so handsome.” “There’s danger up ahead.” “No one needs to feel alone.” “I do not want to have to use this gun.” “I can’t wait to rip this off of you.” “You’re better without him.” “We both know you can do better than him.” “You deserve someone who’s there all the time.” “You won’t do better than me.” “No man’s all good.” “I always knew what I was taking on.” “You love who you love.” “Maybe that’s what made me love you all along.” “True love’s something you don’t choose.” “I can’t take any more of this.” “Death would be a welcome friend.” “Why not raise a little hell?” “By tonight, it will be over.” “Him or me?” “Never killed, but now I have to.” “See you soon, sugar.” “Every place that we go, folks will turn their heads.” “You can’t buy your soul back.” “I gotta get out now while I still can.” “Don’t say that. We’re both in shock.” “How stupid can you be?” “My mistake is loving you.” “I would die without you.” “It’s too late to beg forgiveness.” “We both could have a perfect life.” “There isn’t anything good enough for us.” “The world should be notified.” “I must be in love, or else I’m going mad.” “You’re the only piece of luck that’s ever come my way.” “I’m making love to you and that sure beats counting sheep.” “Dyin’ ain’t so bad.” “A short and loving life isn’t so bad.” “I only hope to God that I go first.” “A love like ours doesn’t happen twice.” “When all your days are through, mine will be, too.” “I haven’t done this since God-knows-when.” “Just hold me, darling.” “You don’t have anything to prove.” “Let’s take it slow. One night at a time.” “This never happened before.”

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      he knows. god he knows;; carol’s been worming in the same warnings,       whispering over his shoulder and ultimately TEMPTING him. he’s not       vain, but it’s been implanted into his head that he’s GOOD for this       community, that he could run it BETTER. it’s stemmed a growing toxicity       in the pit of his chest, a darkened mark on his heart that grows each       time it becomes easier pulling the trigger on someone that wasn’t a       corpse. 

            ‘   ... when is your next supply run ??

       she has to trust him, this is the man that has  lead  them  through  thick  &        thin & if he thinks alexandria is worth it,  she  must  too.  rick  was  always         right – he knew what was best for their group. still, she hated it here, she        couldn’t help but sit back & wait until the walls eventually came  tumbling        down. 

       she would be prepared for it.

       ❝ not with them, we can’t do it with them.  they’re  reckless,  they  leave        each other behind – – i don’t want people like that here. ❞

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the walking dead meme | [3/7] characters → Rick Grimes

Everyone who’s alive right now. Everyone’s who’s made it this far. We’ve all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive. But we can still come back. We’re not too far gone. We get to come back. I know… we all can change.

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i have a PhD in getting myself into really bad situations 

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his gaze cuts to the side, gun nearly kissing his cheek from the position he holds it. 

        ‘   i plan on getting us out.              unless you have something else in mind ??

Carefully glancing out the window, Liz sighed before doing as she was told.

                                      ”Whatever you’re planning…” 

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      ‘   thank you.

he’s sincere, and it bleeds through his fatigue in the form of a lax smile, the wells of his cheeks arcing. 

accordion spine billows as he rolls from the cot, the rusted bars creaking from his shifted weight. his belt carrying his piece is the last thing he snags before he steps around her, forehead dipping towards the exit. 

            ‘   know anything about gardening ??

for a moment, their eyes meet, but hers widen with surprise as his look away. she shuffles, uncertain in her long limbs and pale skin. could she even be useful? 

       “ i— yeah, i can do that. judy’s still sleepin’. “

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Nicholas. Don’t talk, just listen. Those four people you lost on that run, that’s on you. And Noah… that’s on you, too. Those five lives, you have to carry that.

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gun metal is still a warm weight in his palm, and his thumb lingers at the hammer. precaution, it’s been ingrained in him. he’s lost so much because of careless IGNORANCE. 

        ‘   passing through ?? 

Her eyes follow the path of the gun, silently cursing the man for kicking it out of reach. She tenses, half  expecting for a bullet to be fired into her head any second now. But she’s surprised when he lowers his weapon, dark eyes focusing on him. 

      “…Alone.”

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the sliver of fabric is snagged from the air, followed by a quick nod. his tongue is recoiling from the bitter taste of rust and whatever else he’d filleted with the damned clever, but it’s shoved to the back of his mind. he wrings the rag tightly around his palm - the worse one out of the two - before flexing his fingers, checking it’s hold. it’s not the best tie but taking the lack of time into consideration, rick’s sure it’ll do what it’s meant to do.

best to get it over with. 

he sucks in a shaky breath, trying and failing to steel his nerves before twisting his body, stomach and chest flush with the window panels. one jump, it’s the only chance he has. rick has long since stopped praying, but he sings one up, soft and desperate and PLEADING that whatever is watching, to help him. this one time. 

he bends at his knees, tired muscles straining, and forces the last bit of strength he has down into his calves. need to do this, for carol, for judith, for daryl... he jumps, hands outstretched above his head. fingers curve over the lip of the tin, the edges worn from time and lack of care, but the rag helps him catch a steady grip. rick bites down hard on the blade, gums burning as he begins to haul his body up. chest flopping on the roof, he swing his leg to the side, the edge of his boot catching and bringing him the rest of the way up.

he doesn’t waste any more time. spitting out the machete, he lays down and flings an arm down for daryl. 

   ‘  come on, i got you

        It’s stupid. This whole plan is stupid. Daryl can see that and, running on the assumption that Rick didn’t tear himself up too bad and that he still had a decent grip not hindered by blood, then the jump itself from the narrow ledge could go badly wrong. Assuming Rick can jump and reach it without slicing his jaw off with that machete, he’d then have to pull himself up, a feat that Daryl is confident Rick can do. It’s the jump and catching that rim that has him worried, it’s a long way to the ground. 

        He’s already calculating how far he’d need to lean to catch Rick if he did fall and hope the railing didn’t give way with their combined weight. He didn’t trust the structures and certainly not with both of them.

        Pulling himself up onto the window sill, there’s glass digging into his thighs but not enough to cause injury. He can see Rick along the edge, balancing on stone that’s too thin and dust drifting to the ground every time he takes a step. There’s already a bolt in his bow, and he knows the Walker’s will find the stairs and spill over each other climbing their way up.

        “Plenty. Just don’ leave me hangin’.” He doesn’t want Rick to worry, wants his focus on making sure he gets on that roof and not on Daryl down below stuck on a window sill with no where to go. He raises the bow, keeping the trip trained on the top of the stairs and he can see the Walkers, at the bottom, shuffling and tripping and crawling over each other to get up and there’s a note of desperation in his voice when he reached back.

        “Here.” The red rag was tugged from his back pocket, balled up and ready to be tossed when Rick is ready to catch it. “It’ll give you better grip.”

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he hums, the sound thoughtful and dipping past his lips before he gives a brisk nod. the bandages pull at his raw skin, and oddly enough, he wants to rip them off. it’s a luxury, and one he hasn’t earned. not yet.

     ‘   how come? 

      She thought Rick wouldn’t lie to her, but she could tell he was lying. Either that or he did genuinely believe it wasn’t anything important. She’d find out eventually and be able to judge for herself. Regardless, she did trust his judgement more than most, so she left all of her worries unspoken. 

          “It’s okay. I’m not exactly happy with                     the supply runners team, as you can tell,                                                  it hasn’t really been going well.”

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deep blues roll to the side, catching her face before they disappear behind his palm when he scrubs his hand over his face. 

              ‘   no, i need to check the perimeter                        want to help since he’s out ??

      “ no, not yet. ” 

                 she’s knows he’s lying; how does she call him out?                  how does she ask, without stepping out of bounds? 

    “ i think he slept in a bit today. maybe… you could, too. “

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he wavers for a split second before stepping forward, the toe of his boot knocking the gun off to the side. only when it scitters across the floor and well out of reach does he lower his own weapon. 

       ‘   i am. are you alone or with a group ??

                  Reluctantly, she set the gun down, putting                   her hands behind her head to show she was                   unarmed. “There. You happy?”