#sonofsaviors

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

On the Run {𝒟𝓌𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉}

TWDU

Dwight had readied the truck. He made the deal with Daryl, that he would never come back, leave, go find Sherry, and make it right. But Dwight wouldn't be leaving alone. No, he would take Logan. There was no way in hell Dwight was ever leaving without Logan. He couldn't just leave him. With Negan locked in a cell, and Ricks's people having a vendetta against him. It wasn't safe for Logan, to be left here, not as the son of Negan.

But Dwight first had to get Logan to get into the car. He knew he couldn't tell the boy the truth. That his plan was to take him as far away from the Sanctuary, from Negan as he could. But he had to. Dwight knew he couldn't just leave him.

"Hey," Dwight said coming into the room Logan was being kept him, "get your bag, we're going." He said.

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[general-kalani]

{ @sonofsaviors liked for a starter from Brian Blake! }

"... Hey kid. How're ya doin'. Where's ol' poppa Negan at?"

[hadbadexperiences]

@sonofsaviors. STEPHANIE & LOGAN.

his gaze flickered over to the male she was walking alongside of and arched a brow, shaking her head with a sigh falling past her lips. ❝ dude, you're overstepping my boundaries again. ❞ she reminded him simply, turning her attention to the front as she fixed the strap of her weapon on her shoulder since it was beginning to irritate her a little.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

If Red Is for Hell || Daryl & Logan || continued from - (x): @sonofsaviors

Daryl gave a nod when the young man asked the question. "Something like that." He shrugged his shoulder. "Didn't say to practice with the knife. Just said that before you can hit what you're aiming at you're better off taking out walkers with a knife. Crossbows are quieter than guns, but practice is needed just as much. Couldn't hit the broad side of a barn when I started out." But it was either keep trying or continue to go to bed hungry, and he had been tired of being hungry.

He gestured toward the field where they held hand-to-hand combat training. "There's some targets up over there. Shouldn't be anybody there now." He glanced up at the sun then back at the man. "I gotta go to Carol's place real quick. Shouldn't take me more than about half an hour?" he offered.

He wasn't one to offer his knowledge freely, but if he was going to hang around Alexandria, he might as well learn how to defend it. "You eat today?" He'd been headed to Carol's for a quick bite. She'd left some homemade bread and stew on the counter for him. "Sure there's plenty."

[grlsavior]

@sonofsaviors / 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 ; 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

     𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲  𝘄𝗮𝘀  𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆  𝗼𝗳  𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀  𝘁𝗼  𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲  𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆  𝗶𝗻  𝗮𝘁  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆,     she  had  spent  so  much  time  figuring  ways  in  and  out  of  the  building,  as  well  as  the  best  places  to  sit  and  not  be  bothered  by  anyone.     except  she  had  shown  logan  all  of  these  places,  or  he  had  been  with  her  when  she  found  them,  since  they  both  needed  places  to  just  get  away  from  all  the  chaos  of  the  life  amongst  all  the  saviors.     although,  tilly  liked  to  sit  in  some  of  the  best  places  to  hide  from  people  and  just  listen  to  everything  that  was  going  on  because  people  loved  to  talk  and  discuss  everything  that  happened.     but  this  wasn't  one  of  those  moments,  this  was  just  sitting  somewhere  to  get  away,  looking  out  over  the  view  on  the  rooftop  that  they  could  access.     a  book  in  one  hand,  something  that  she  had  already  read  multiple  times,  but  she  looked  up  once  she  heard  him  approaching,     "     you're  about  as  subtle  as  dad's  bat,  lo,  ya  know  that?     "     tilly  teased,  shaking  her  head  and  closing  her  book,  putting  it  to  the  side  as  she  patted  the  ground  beside  her,     "     you  hear  about  what  happened  when  dad  and  that  went  out  last  night?     a  new  community  is  gonna  be  workin'  for  dad,  they  brought  one  of  their  guys  here     .     .     .     apparently  shit  got  really  intense,     "

[1womanarmy]

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Carol owed a lot to the two dragons she currently lived with. Saving her daughter and helping her make a home for the two of them. Never in her life did she think that she would have a better life with them than she ever had back at the keep with Ed.

Still, there was a lot to adjust to...living with dragons was the main one. She was still terribly intimidated and wondering when they would snap and try and harm her and her daughter.

Still, she would take what she could get for the time being. No use fretting over something that may or may not come to pass. "Sophia, can you go get Logan? I need him to light the stove." She had already prepped it, loading it up with some fresh wood.

Sophia was curled up in some blankets, hesitating before she got up to go hunting for him. She seemed to be adapting. Carol was certain she preferred the dragons over actual people.

[shiitbird]

@sonofsaviors. LOGAN.

❝ what? were you expecting people to welcome you with open arms? ❞

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[ TEXT ] Logan [ SENT ] : I know you miss your mom, I do too. I miss her a whole lot, regardless of what you may think. But we can't live in the past forever, son. It's good we move to a new home and start fresh. And yes, I am seeing someone... but don't think anything bad of it, it's good we both try to move on with life, do It for your mom. she would want us to be happy, and live life. Do you want some pizza ? Shit, I don't know. Just lemme know alright ?

[lostgrimesgirl]

"And not recently. Swear to fucking christ, Arat and Laura are gonna start goddamn babysittin' me like I'm fuckin' sixteen again."

Lena rolled her eyes at Logan watching him try to maneuver himself while clearly in pain. Lena had gotten a message from Laura about Logan getting hurt and being too stubborn to ask for help. So Lena had decided to take it upon herself to come help. Even if it was just to distract Logan long enough for him to relax and stop putting himself in more pain.

"You're limping around this place like someone bashed in your knees or something. You're worrying Laura and we both know if she's worried that you must be hurt." Lena pointed at the chair next to him then crossed her arms putting on the best stern face she could muster. "Sit down, drink some water, and don't make me have to treat you like you're sixteen."

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[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

“I promise I’ll do better.” (Logan to Dwight)

Dwight glanced over at Logan gently, and he felt himself breath out. He knew those words, he knew that promise. He had been right where Logan was, about a hundred times. Always promising to do better, and failing more often than not. But the failure wasn't the important part, the important part was trying again.

Nodding slowly Dwight spoke, "doing better...it's a process." He said honesty, "one thats long and hard. You'll have to restart more times than you think." He looked at Logan and gave a gentle smile, "but the important thing is to try."

[general-kalani]

{ Continued from here with @sonofsaviors }

There's a grin on Dwight's face to the dumb joke. He should be used to it... And here he was falling for it each and every time.

[ TO LI'L BRO ]: And what did the ocean say to the other ocean?

[ TO LI'L BRO]: Nothing, they just waved.

That'll get him.

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Philip's considering his options... He really should spend more time with Penny and support the little nephew he's apparently accidentally added to the family...

[ TO RISING STAR]: Yeah I'll be there. I'll bring along Penny too, don't you worry. Say hi back to Chewy for me, I love that fluff ball. How loud do you want me to yell to cheer you on? I'll annoy the whole country if I have to!

[midncghtrcin]

@sonofsaviors Said: "Hey, Momma." Despite being sixteen, Logan still called her what he did at age six, and he always brightened up upon seeing his mother. "Are you doin' okay?"

"Well, I'm doing a lot better now that you're here, baby boy." And despite being sixteen, Logan always be her baby boy no matter what age he is. "But yet, I'm doing just fine, are you doing okay?"

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

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Plotted RP with @wexarethewalkingxdead

Logan did his best to retain his calm, cool demeanor as the gates of Alexandria screeched shut behind him. He did his best to stand tall and unbothered by the people of the community almost staring at him. He resisted the urge to fidget and move under their burning gazes, forcing himself to breath slow and steady, showing a confidence that he certainly did not feel at the moment.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew what he looked like. Almost a carbon copy of his father. Fuck… the idea of Dad still hurt. He blinked quickly, feeling his eyes burn with unshed tears. He naively thought that after a year, he would of mourned and grieved enough, but every reminder of Negan was a painful wound that never refused to heal. Even if the man himself was dead and buried. Logan had done it himself, refusing any help from anyone else. It was his job. 

As a Savior.

As a son.

Logan wished he had Lucille, but he had left the bat on Shadow’s saddle. It was not wise to bring the weapon into Alexandria. Especially when he was here to beseech Rick for another mercy. All he held was a worn notebook of plans and ideas, idle comforts in ink and paper of a future he wanted to build for himself and for the people who wanted to follow him.

A nervous swallow, and Logan forced himself to speak with a self-assuredness he garnered from his mother and father’s memories.

“I need to talk to Rick.”

Rick didn't know how he'd managed to survive losing Carl. Following his son into death was not an option. He still had Judith. And Michonne needed him, too. She needed them both. So they'd grieved together and separate, and they did their best to ensure that Judith had everything she could ever need or want and that she was safe behind the walls of Alexandria. He focused on raising Alexandria up and making it something that his son would have been proud of.

The communities had been reluctant to welcome the Saviors that wanted fresh starts, but things were working out and some of them had found people to love them in the year since Negan's downfall and death. Now with the work on the bridge that would make it easier for the communities to access each other as well as have a regular route for trade and medical needs, he had found the Saviors from the Sanctuary weren't exactly willing so he'd promsied to make it worth their while. They had delivered on their end, but Rick was still waiting on the Saviors to follow through.

So when he was told that Logan was at the gates and requesting and auidence with him, he couldn't help but think that things might be starting to look up and be moving in the right direction. He slipped his Colt Python into his holster as he headed toward the gate with his mind on the mission of securing the manpower to get the bridge complete before winter set in.

He offered his hand to the younger man. The boy who looked so much like his father that even Rick had to do a double-take sometimes. "Logan," he gave a nod. "I was about to ride out to the Sanctuary in a few days. Thanks for saving me the trip."

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[veritcs]

@sonofsaviors. LOGAN.

his tongue darted out to moisten his lesser lip, his greater one alike as azure hues watched the younger male. ❝ do ye always got a stick up yer ass? ❞ he inquired. well, at least he's asking the questions that most people would be asking... he has the balls to say it, they apparently, do not.

[deputygonebye]

@sonofsaviors asked: "I don't need your help."

"Help" Starters!

Shared blood was between them and nothing more, but even that didn't do much to ease the tension in Shane's heart. Negan or Logan, either Smith man was an enemy to the one-time deputy of King County. Logan the more polite of the two - compassionate even to those that the Saviors tormented - but still just as dangerous. Alexandria was no longer the safe haven that the group believed it to be. Still was there death and confusion around every corner; the bodies had started to pile up right from the start when Rick entered, leading the charge like a general of war. Peace was only a temporary state. There was no forever in the name. Glenn and Abe murdered before everyone's eyes, Shane and Logan both staring at the carnage like they could actually understand one another, Negan had shattered all hope. Destroyed Rick and stole his fire, frightened Daryl and traumatized Maggie. But it was a reign of terror that wouldn't last.

Shane would come for him. Negan and all who stood in the way, the band of misfits who deserved a fate just as gruesome as what they had done against peoples that they hurt. Logan, too, if that was what needed to be done for the sake of protection, all that was left to do was wait. Patiently, like a wild cat who patrolled their cage, nails sharpened and awaiting for the chance to strike. Shane had been a fool once and nearly lost everything. Second chance given, he would make use of the time that had blessed him. Pondering and planning, watching and keeping his mouth shut - for words would be better when spoken later. In the very least, some words.

"Good. I wasn't offering it." Shane growled as he walked within distance of Logan, another round of tribute paid to the Saviors begun in Alexandria.

Shane grumbled, staring as a nameless Savior came out of one of the houses down the street, hands full of medication and medical supplies. "You're just as bad as them, man. Might not go into the houses, stealin' supplies that these people here use, but you ain't much better. How much more can we give you? We've got women and children who need these things to survive. Food, medicine, you and your own are gonna kill them before the month's out. But what am I sayin'? That don't bother you none, does it, Logan? It ain't you, ain't your dad, ain't your people who are sufferin'. It's just us: the enemy. Let me tell you somethin', you're lucky to be who you are, to be where you stand in all this. Very lucky."

"What the hell are you doin' around here, anyway?" Shane asked, learning every second that he could, observing and listening. "Seem to be workin' on somethin'."

[merlexxdixon]

❝  woah—  what the fuck happened there? ❞

The words have him caught between annoyance that someone had found him like this; in the midst of trying to deal with an injury gotten from saving someone's dumbass from themselves and the knowledge that responding terribly to this inquiry in particular would end so badly for not just him but anyone he cared about which at the moment equaled to one mop-headed archer he did not want this man's father going anywhere near if he was offended.

And it was hard to know what offended that leather wearing prick these days.

So he lets his jaw clench a moment and tells himself to breathe and that curiosity was fine. It was all fine. "Suffice ta say, someone took offense ta my goddamn existence on th' regular so I outlived 'im outta spite," he settles with as he wraps another strip around the wound. "Care ta explain ta Ol' Merle why yer out here peepin' like a pervert?"

He's sure he's not doing any such think truthfully even though Merle was out of the way but it made him feel better to put him on the spot if he could because he does not like anyone seeing the scars he carried and if there was any chance of returning the uncomfortable feeling than he sure as hell was going to take it.

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