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Damn I love this man. This fucking gorgeous man.

Rick looking like he’s about to drop the best country gospel album since Randy Travis did Worship & Faith 

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Uh, this man. 

Andrew Lincoln [90-91/?] 

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Ah yeah, that’s my man. 

This gives me chills … 😨

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Yes, goddamn. 

I know I’m late and this has probably been discussed ad nauseam, but I stare at this frame a lot and I just need a moment. I need a lot of moments. I also need to know how we get an award for every part of Andy’s arms. Biceps, triceps, deltoids, ulnas, you name it. Because goddamn. 👀

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That second photo though! Sweet Jesus, the person that took that needs a blessing. Is it hot in here? 

Walker Stalker Con Atlanta 2017

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Well just FML, can’t get better than this. 

Photoshoots:  Gianfranco Tripodo | 2017

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2014: Men’s Fitness Outtake

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I could look at this all day. Mercy, is right.

Rick Grimes in 8.1 - ‘Mercy’

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♥️RICHONNE♥️ 

Because last night I couldn’t sleep

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This edit is fire.

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Warrior goals.

Be badass.

Do what Michonne does.

Resign to being a copy. She IS the OG.

The Katana Queen

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Three words that'll make you lose your mind.

Yes, with Rick.

#TWD #WSC2017

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Kiss her in a way that will stay with her until she sees you again. 

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Always on Fire

A/N: Please Enjoy and as always, thank you for reading!!!!!

She unzipped her black dress while Rick watched. Michonne’s movements weren’t hurried in the least. Her arms stretched behind her back as she moved the zipper down.

“Slower,” he said to her and she stopped mid-way, inching the zipper down as he requested. At a point, she moved it down as far as she could. She waited almost instinctively for him to speak again.

“Turn around.” His voice was strong. Commanding. It made her shudder as she followed his directions. Rick stood up from the chair and walked over to Michonne. He placed the tiny zipper between his forefinger and thumb, continuing to move it down until her bare skin was showing. His hand hovered right at the small of her back. He stood mere inches from her.

Rick’s finger seductively slid from the top of her round bottom, to the nape of her neck. The sensation caused her back to arch; her head to tilt backwards. Long locs dangled between her body and Rick’s. He swept the swinging locs over her shoulder, kissing the bare, exposed skin there. A whisper of a sigh escaped her moist lips, and he noted an enticing smell. The hint of her perfume sat just at the most tender part of her neck. Something light…airy…feminine.

His hands took over, splaying across her back. His fingers tracing tiny lines that led nowhere, but she enjoyed the feel of them on her. Warm and gentle. Rick pulled at the fabric of her dress, and Michonne held onto her locs as he slid the straps to the fabric down her shoulders. Once her arms were free, the dress  pooled around her waist. Michonne could feel his lips dragging across the top of her back. Her lips parted, but only air could escape. She wanted to moan and she wanted to feel. She needed to feel.

When she tried to turn around to return a sensual touch, just anything, Rick grabbed her by the waist. “Did I tell you to move?” The rasp of his voice, heavy and sultry, made Michonne sway in place. She was spinning, her mind racing with lustful wants. Her clit was throbbing; her juices trickling down to coat her black, lace thong.

“No,” she husked out. He stepped closer behind her, reaching around to caress her breasts, the velvety skin stroking his own. His erection was pressing against her ass, and she stood in place, not daring to move again without his say.

“Slide your dress down…slowly,” he said not moving from behind her. His lips brushing her ear.  Michonne hands fell to her waist at a pace that made him breathe faster. Rick’s hands still held onto her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples between the thin fabric of her bra.

“Just like I want it,” he whispered against her neck, reminding her of her speed. Nothing fast. Nothing hurried. He wanted to feel. He needed to feel.

And she inched her dress down, the reveal of the creamy skin of her hips, the feel of her ass against him, it made Rick’s mouth water; he had to lick his lips. When the dress fell to the floor, Rick helped her step out of it. Her black pumps and thigh high stockings still adorned her. He wanted to get a good look at Michonne’s body, so he moved to the front of her. Every move labored because his dick was throbbing in his pants. Sexy…Alluring…Demure. Words that always described Michonne. Always.

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