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The Walking Dead Season 7: ‘Only Two Episodes Left’ Official Teaser

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how naive he was ── they’d all been at the beginning. had he been told of what would come of them, there’s not a word he would believe. hands that have been behind the deaths of some have been the same that have saved others.  ❛ we’ve come a long way. ❜  eyes squint against the shining sun, thoughts miles away and far reaching before he centers himself ; casting a glance towards the woman beside him. sure, he was different. even though he still had the same flaws, holding out hope that there was more to this world than what it’s come to. but she has grown the most and there’s something about it that makes the respect rick has for her become tenfold.  ❛ i think we deserve this. ❜  to be happy, to have some semblance of a life past the dead and threats of others. after all they’ve been through and all those who they’ve lost, they deserved peace ; as long as they could have it.  ❛ sad that some of us aren’t here to share it. ❜

        sc. ( @getrightbackup​ )

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❛ here. ❜  spare bullets find their way into the woman’s hand as rick takes a knee beside her. their companionship was tentative at best, having known little about her in the first place. he just finds it difficult at times to open up to new people, harder to trust them too. though two of them are still better than one, that much he was adamant about when he decided it’d be wise if he were to tag along. so call it nerves or some innate desire to protect others, a drive from the world before that remains stubbornly ingrained ; it’s why he finds himself here.  ❛ makes no sense to head back, those supplies are a lost cause now that the dead are swarming the area. ❜  there’s defeat evident in his voice, bitterness clinging to his words. having come all this way for essentially nothing ? it sours his mood.  ❛ i’m thinking we should call it quits. ❜

         sc. ( @shelived​ )

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❛ well, i trust you. ❜  it’s spoken simply as if it were an obvious truth, something that the other should know by now. knife that had once plunged into the skull of a walker now being wiped clean by rick before he’s directing his attention to the man beside him. turns out the dead should be the least of their worries what with the living still proving to be a problem every time the group chose to settle somewhere.  ❛ so, that’s why i’m asking ── what’s the best plan of action here ? ❜ it’s not uncommon for rick to usually take the lead ; falls easily into the role as if it were a second skin. doesn’t do him any good though if he remains unwilling to hear the advice of others, even at the best of times he still doubts himself. try as he may, not every decision will be the best. nevertheless, he had thought it safe to search the area for any supplies they’d deem decent enough.

          sc. ( @zombleeds​ )

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@surviveir​​:  ‘ you don’t have to lie. go ahead and say it. ’ ( spencer )

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he won’t like what rick has to say ── they usually never do. here in their safe little houses, having carried on as if nothing was happening past those walls. they see rick’s group, what him and the rest are willing to do, it doesn’t seem to sit right with people. least of all spencer.  ❛ why ? give you a reason so you can go ahead and pick another fight ? ❜  sarcasm drips with every punctuated word, pushed far past his limit of patience. like it or not, they were going to do things rick’s way. they’re out of options for now, lest they want negan to find another victim.  ❛ pretty sure you already know what i’m going to say anyway. ❜  it’s dismissive, for rick is no fool. spencer sees himself fit to lead, thinks of himself as smart enough to convincingly deceive negan in hopes of overthrowing him. doesn’t quite like that, right now, the alexandrians have to abide by their new enforced rules. can’t say rick likes it all that much either ; forced to lick his wounds and grieve the loss of his friends all while making sure to keep the rest of them alive. he tried to fight back ── tried so very hard to do something akin to spencer’s way and look where they still ended up. an inevitable twist of cruel fate.  ❛ now, are you done ? ❜

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hm . i should do a starter call . please like if u want one . 

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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7x09 | Rock in the Road

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although his days playing the role of teacher in the old world were few and far between, there was one thing eric clearly remembered from overhearing parents and observing carpool pickups            the children who were not only friends, but had   PARENTS   who were friends, always looked to be the happiest and most well adjusted. taking that into account he’d strived to provide that for his daughter from the day she came into their lives, attempting to get closer to those he otherwise wouldn’t have, letting the past stay in the past to ensure she had the best future imaginable. 

for a good long while things were simple.   rick and michonne, aaron and eric.   two little girls close enough in age to be friends, but not close enough to be constantly competing with each other. the way that everyone had an opposite to bounce off of was truly perfect            until it wasn’t. suddenly   rick, michonne, aaron and eric   became rick, michonne, aaron  OR  eric.   the couple dinners with little princesses playing in the next room were no longer an option, but that didn’t mean the girls had to suffer. when things changed, you had to change along with them;   something which eric had learned years ago and taken to heart. if it couldn’t be all four of them together that was fine! it would just have to be one on one, even if it was a little strange in the beginning.

❝   hi, mr.grimes !   ❞      gracie exclaimed as she hurriedly brushed past him to get into the house. whatever she and judith had planned was   a big secret,   but they both promised it was safe and didn’t include any fire or painting things that weren’t theirs.      ❝   she’s so   excited   about whatever it is they’re doing,   ❞      came eric’s far less enthusiastic greeting. once one to wake before the sun, as of late he’d been finding it difficult wake up at all. he was   tired,   as he assumed they all were.

flopping down to take a less than graceful seat on the front porch steps, eric suddenly brightened, reaching into his pocket to remove a small bundle of silk with the top tied into a knot which was trying very hard to look like a bow.      ❝   that’s   from   gracie,   to   michonne. the edges are sharp so i didn’t want her running with it            when she gets home later, if gracie isn’t still here, can you make sure she gets it?    ❞      a silly little gift   AND   a lesson on recycling. walls once lined with various license plates were slowly becoming bare once more, but before the job could be finished eric wanted to make sure each and every piece went to good use. grace was more than happy to help with the task, and upon noticing the   PEACH   in the center of a plate from georgia, she’d insisted on cutting it out and making her best friend’s mom a beautiful   (   if not slightly dangerous   )   necklace.

a greeting of his own calls out after gracie, the bundle of excitement whipping past him without a care in the world. lips curve into a subtle smile at the other man’s words, reminding him of judith’s own incessant commentary just this morning about their scheduled playdate. casting a look behind him, rick leaves the front door slightly ajar in case the giggles inside cease before he’s reaching out to grab hold of the present. lowering himself down onto the step beside eric, fondness is overly apparent in his own tone as he speaks.  ❛ of course. i already know, whatever it is, michonne’s gonna love it. ❜  thumbing along the silky fabric wrapped around the gift ── he’s reminded of how normal all of this is now. just years ago, he wouldn’t have thought it possible ; to have something akin to the old world, something normal. ( as much as it can be anyway ). there’s still danger out there, the dead still walk and some of the living are none too nice, but behind these walls it seems easy to forget that tidbit.  

eyes directed their focus back to eric. there were some things he wanted to say ── words that didn’t know how to leave the tip of his tongue just yet.  ❛ how’ve you been ? ❜  the question is innocent enough, skirting around the intended meaning. doesn’t take a genius to know that the other man has seen better days, the same could be said for many of the other residents now with a new threat on the horizon. rick usually elected to keep quiet nowadays in regards to decisions being made : the council would know just what to do, that he’s sure of. a fine group they were to take the lead. no longer was he the person they looked to and for that he’s grateful. rick’s led his group this far, it’s only right for him to trust them with the rest. yet, he remains concerned, can’t help it. though it’s not his place to do so anymore with michonne and the others being far more than capable of making up their own minds ; they know much more than him as to what’s the right move and what isn’t.

hand closes around the gift gracie made for michonne, careful not to disrupt the bow that held the silk together. he wonders if they’ll ever truly catch a break. the fall of negan and the disbandment of the remaining, unwilling saviors lead to their semblance of peace for awhile and now that peace was no longer guaranteed. the same old thing, time and time again. just when they decide to get comfortable, something else pops up.  ❛ why don’t you come inside ? i’ll fix up something to eat for us and the girls. ❜  an effort to keep his mind preoccupied seeing as how there was no use in thinking about it now, he had no choice in the matter. that’s just how life is now in this new world, safety was only promised for a little while.

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@surviveir​​:  ‘ i’m kind of lost. ’ ( beth )

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shovel digs back into the ground, a steady rhythm having picked up again as she spoke.  ❛ we all were. at some point. ❜  lost ── lost was what he felt when he first had awoken in that abandoned hospital ; right upon death’s door. it was how he felt when morgan took him in, exposed the truth of their new world because rick apparently missed the memo. the feeling never truly went away, not when glenn saved him and not when he stumbled upon his family. their lost trek in the woods to find the prison only added to it.  ❛ i still am ── i think, anyway. ❜  a glance casted her way ; she’s come so far, she must know that. no longer was she the same girl he met upon the farm. how naive and innocent she had once been. now that he gives it some thought, they’ve all changed, haven’t they ? he’s unsure if it’s for the better.  ❛ you’ll find your way, beth. ❜  much like he did with this : farming, as if that’ll help him. he thinks it’s working, maybe. ( slowly, but surely perhaps ). it’s better at keeping his mind preoccupied plus the work was satisfying. for now, this is his way. until something else happens because it always does. with a grin, he gestures over to the garden.  ❛ here, why don’t you give me a hand ? who knows, maybe doing this will enlighten you. ❜

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         “Mercy prevails over my wrath” — obviously that’s tied to Rick, but it was first uttered by Siddiq. To give an eye into our process, at first, we were going to play a version where maybe Michonne and that group was sort of siloed from the information about Siddiq. But in talking with Danai, she felt like she wanted to be able to honor her connection to Siddiq, which I think was a really valuable thought. Because there is this very deep connection to her family and Carl. Siddiq was really important to Carl.          And so then he was really important to Rick and Michonne too. And I think being able to have this comment that immediately ties both the love of her life and this dear friend who was like family to her who just died — it all kind of worked. It just felt like it kind of did this nice triple duty in the moment and our actors did an amazing job playing it. - Angela Kang

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             These  days  she  felt  as  though  she  was  simply  going  through  the  motions,     wearing  a  mask  that  left  people  believing  everything  was  okay.     But  beneath  the  picturesque  exterior  were  cracks  so  deep  and  wide  in  their  foundation  that  Lori  thought  one  wrong  move  would  send  her  plunging  down  into  a  hole  that  had  no  end.     So  they  continued  with  this  dance,     tip-toeing  around  their  issues  until  one  of  them  let  their  frustrations  release  and  they  would  fall  back  into  the  silence  leaving  the  circle  to  repeat  itself.

             But  today  she  was  tired.     Tired  of  fighting,     tired  of  the  silence,     tired  of  going  to  bed  angry  and  believing  that  he  only  stuck  around  for  Carl’s  sake,     tired  of  being  stuck  in  the  cycle  clinging  onto  the  fleeting  moments  when  things  were  okay.     So  she  waited  in  their  empty  house,     feet  tucked  up  underneath  her  as  her  fingertips  nervously  played  with  the  fabric  of  their  couch  listening  as  the  door  opened  up  behind  her.

❛     𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊?        ❜     The  words  are  monotonous  as  they  leave  her  lips  as  her  mind  tries  to  piece  together  how  she  might  stop  them  from  falling  further  into  this  mess.          /     starter:   @actir​

sometimes he wished work could go on forever ── clock in and he’d never have to leave. things were simpler when he was out there on the field, a lot better than the mess at home. no one’s asking him how he feels or begging him to say something, all he has to do is do his job and do it right. eyes are trained on the front door of their shared home. he hated it in there : a place that should be of comfort only serving to fuel his frustrations. he hated the way lori looked at him, feeling as though every piercing gaze was filled with blame. was he the reason why they’ve been so at odds ? a sense of dread overcomes him. heaving a sigh, rick gathers up the courage to at least make it inside.

the sound of her voice calls for his attention and he’s almost surprised to even hear her address him.  ❛ it was just fine. ❜  heavy steps take him further inside the foyer, keys jangling as he sets them up top the table. giving pause, he wonders how they’ve ended up here. how they’ve come to a point where even looking at each other became unbearable ── once a woman he admired, loved so deeply / believed her to be perfect was now someone he barely even speaks to. perhaps that’s where he went wrong, thinking she was beyond fault. that they were beyond fault. will it ever end ? when will they both have enough sense to face their issues ?  ❛ it’s been… a rather slow day. nothing too exciting. ❜  hand lingers upon his keys as if contemplating his stay, gaze dropping to his fingers. it seemed too much of a hassle to keep pleasantries up, but he should try. talk : because that’s all she ever wants him to do. and maybe he should, to avoid being wrapped up in his head like he tends to do. he loved her, still does ; as much as his disillusioned heart allows him to. it’s a reason why he finds himself talking to her. with newfound confidence, he brings himself away from the hallway, toeing off his shoes to make his trek over to her.  ❛ and what have you been up to ? ❜

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❝    𝒊  𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒕𝒐  𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕  𝒎𝒆.    ❞

he  stops  in  place,  head  turning  to  face  the  other  man,  looking  at  him  like  he’s  the  stupidest  fucking  person  he  had  ever  laid  eyes  on.  sometimes  it  was  true,  sometimes  rick  wasn’t  the  best  judge  of  things,  those  times  were  outweighed  by  the  ones  where  his  gut  was  right,  but  this?  shane  didn’t  think  this  was  one  of  those  moments,    ❝    wait,  wait,  let  me  get  this  straight…    ❞    a  pause  tongue  darting  out  to  wet  his  lips  and  a  hand  come  to  rub  the  back  of  his  head,    ❝    YOU  WANT  ME  TO  TRUST  YOU?  the  man  who  told  a  little  girl  to  wait  all  the  fuck  alone  in  this  shit  hole  world?  the  man  who  has  been  playing  damn  walker  tamer?  nah  man,  that’s  not  how  this  shit  goes  rick.    ❞    another  pause,  looking  around  the  forest  and  brows  raised,  it’s  like  he’s  looking  for  someone  else,  anyone  else  rick  could  be  talking  to,  still  hoping  he  wasn’t  talking  to  him.  hat  comes  off  and  shoves  into  his  back  pocket,  hands  coming  up  to  rub  his  face  before  dropping  to  his  side.    ❝    YOU  WANT  MY  TRUST?  you  damn  earn  it.  just  like I  earned  everyone  else’s.  I  didn’t  get  to  waltz  in  like  some  fuckin’  cowboy  coming  to  save  the  day,  I  had  to  earn  it,  I  had  to  take  care  of  them,  I  had  to  make  good  decisions.  something  you’ve  been  doing  pretty  damn  poorly  if  I  say  so  myself.  So,  don’t  feed  that  preachy  high  and  mighty  shit  to  me,  YOU  WANT  MY  TRUST?  YOU  DAMN  EARN  IT  LIKE  A  MAN,  RICK,  SIMPLE  AS  THAT.    ❞    /    @actir​

bringing up sophia, a major failure of his leadership, a sore spot for rick that shane knew very well. who is he to judge ? had it been carl lost among the woods, he would want someone looking for him. day in and day out. that’s exactly what he tried to do for carol, to show that this wasn’t a lost cause. maybe even for himself as the guilt had relentlessly eaten at him. he thought he knew what he was doing when he told that little girl to wait for him. thought it’d be a good idea to appease hershel, considering they were on his land. how far they’ve fallen. to rick ── this was a man, whom before, he’d trust his life with ; to tell all his troubles, all of his feelings. but that was in a different world, wasn’t it ? before the dead came back to life, before every day was faced with a new threat of danger. perhaps he’s naive to think that things could be as simple as before. fuck you, he wanted to say, wanted to yell it on the top of his lungs : to let out all his frustrations about this.  ❛ i don’t need this crap from you. ❜  words are bitten off with venom, jaw tensing with each clench of his teeth.  ❛ you think you can do better than me. ❜  there’s no question about it. with the way shane carries himself, the way he questions rick time and time again, it’s only obvious how ill-fitting he believes rick to be in his position. if shane earned their trust, how come they look to rick instead of him ? much as he wanted to say that exact train of thought, he knew better than to make the situation worse.  ❛ here i am, needing your damn support, yet you want to fight me every step of the way. ❜

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genuinely wondering what the hell rick has been doing for the 6 years he’s been gone 

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ever the vigilant protector. They’ve bought themselves some time, enough to allow a brief respite before they’re on the move again. But his incessant worry oozes from his pores, infecting everyone else around them. It’s so very like him to push himself to the limit, skirting the edge of sanity as he consistently puts himself on the line for everyone here. Despite her smaller stature, Clara exudes a sense of authority when it comes to the health of her people.   ( a strange sensation fills her chest at the realization that she refers to them now as her people. )   Folded arms and furrowed brow precede another utterance, lest she snap back with a rude comment.     ❝   We will, make no mistake. But you’re gonna burn the fuck out.   ❞     What a heavy burden he bears for the good of the group. As much of a roller coaster they’ve been on since camped outside Atlanta, Clara trusts Rick to see them through. Always. Standing before him, she delicately reaches for his bloody hands, silently seeking permission to clean him up.     ❝   I know. But you’ve gotta let some of us take on more responsibility. If you can’t trust us to do that, then you haven’t done your job. We’re useless to you if we can’t provide the proper backup.   ❞

eyes slip closed, just a second, as he breathes out. shoulders that were once drawn up tight with tension slowly, but surely relax.  ❛ i trust you, all of you. ❜  it’s spoken with confidence, not even the slightest bit of apprehension.  ❛ i’m ── ❜  it wasn’t about the lack of trust, they were a fine group who were more than capable of handling themselves if they needed to. they wouldn’t have come this far if he had thought otherwise. no, trust wasn’t the problem. lips press together in a thin line, tight as if unwilling to divulge the truth behind his constant state of worry. silence befalls them, gaze focused upon her simple ministrations ; gentle grip around his hands a contrast to their harsh reality. the care she showed being something he hasn’t known in quite awhile. when he decides to speak again, his voice is barely above a murmur, wanting to remain unheard amongst the chatter of everyone else around them.  ❛ if i’m… if we’re not careful, we can lose someone else. and i ── i don’t want that to happen, i can’t let that happen. i won’t be able to handle it. ❜  he remembers what happened to beth and to hershel, those moments seared into his mind. every time he closes his eyes to rest, he sees them, seconds before their deaths : replayed over and over again.  ❛ bet it seems silly to be worried about something we have no control over. ❜