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battlexhardened:

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“ —- C’mon Dwighty Boy - Ain’t that what Negan calls you?” She paused before letting out a chuckle. “You can walk ‘way from this. I don’t have to kill you.” 

       “I actually hate that nick-name. If you want to call me anything that isn’t my name, call me D.” Everyone else did and he really didn’t mind it. “You won’t kill me. I’m on your side and I’m not the one that killed your husband.”

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dothcmath:

          “ maybe i am. ”  sasha responded without feeling much need to pretend to be something she wasn’t. truth was, she didn’t have much left to keep her from being as such. abraham was gone, negan had killed others too, yet he was still breathing, and it was something that was stopping sasha from resting easy. it wasn’t right. everything felt wrong —— and the only way to  make it right was to try what she had. 

           “ was he kind to you? ” she questioned, well aware that it wasn’t really her business, nor did she know for definite that the scarring on the man’s face was down to his leader, but she was guessing so. it seemed as though a lot of the saviors weren’t exactly happy where they were.  “ is that what this is? you trying to give me advice so i don’t end up in a worse state? ”

        "I think that we both know it is far more than maybe. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you weren’t like that.” There was a kind of brokenness that Dwight thought he saw within her that he knew was in himself. When you lost everything and you finally lost yourself, you didn’t care if lived or died.

         Dwight knew the answer to that but still thought about it for a long time. “It’s different with me and him. There are other people involved. He was kind to me when we first met. Before the Sanctuary...when there were a few of us, not armies of us.” It was almost unbelievable how fast their community had grown. “Yeah, it is. My wife- my ex-wife, she was a little bit like you and Negan liked that. He made her his wife and she loves that life. I can tell it when I see her and she doesn’t notice I’m looking. When she does notice, she pretends to hate it. She has a life of luxury, of power and of safety. Consider that.”

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Annnnd again ❤

Fantastic meeting #danielradcliffe for the third time! Such a great guy and an incredible person ❤ #rosencratzandguildensternaredead #harrypotter #danradcliffe (at The Old Vic Theatre)

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So I met Dan Radcliffe again!

When you go to pick up your tickets and end up getting a picture with #danielradcliffe 😍 (at The Old Vic Theatre)

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ruledroost:

Negan looks up from the kill to focus on Dwight and he lets the bat swing lazily by his leg. His grin only grows when Dwight encourages the friendly competition.  

         “ I don’t think so, kid-  

              got a pretty good aim myself.”

He swings the bat through air in a wide circle with just the twist of his wrist.

A little fun in this world couldn’t hurt too much. Not when it was all so bleak and grey all day and dark and quiet all evening. It was something foreign to Negan, who always lived in a life of color and a heightened volume.

     “ You don’t win fifty bucks off pool

                         hall pool with a shit aim.”

        “ Kid? 

             you gotta be kiddin’ me. ”

Dwight lifted his crossbow and took down one, then another close next to it once he had reloaded.

He never thought they would make a game out of killing these things, let alone that they would actually enjoy it. Maybe it was because they were actually letting off some steam.

    “ I shoulda known you were a pool guy.

                         I won ‘hundred at darts once.”

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unitcdfront:

          Well, that was a lot easier said than done in his situation. He didn’t have the fear factor that Negan or the Saviors did. His people knew he wasn’t really the strongest. He was a business man, and that was quickly becoming a less ideal quality with the new members in this colony. Though despite his lack of interest in Maggie, he still was holding onto the secret for her. Mostly because if he dares speak out, his people will turn on him.

          “I suppose you’re right. Bring the hammer down, as they say. Didn’t want it to have to resort to that but… If I must, I must.”

         It still baffled him to how Gregory was not only the leader who ran a thriving community but that he was able to maintain it without actually doing anything. He could say as much shit as he wanted to about Negan but that guy did his work and got his hands dirty. “You don’t just have to bring the hammer down, as they say. You actually have do it. Literally. Negan has his bat, be all symbolic and bash some bones if need be. Earn respect.”

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RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

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gcdcomplcx:

the ATTENTION of negan was    levelled steadily    on the man standing before him , listening to the REASONING being    provided    for his understanding . ❛ i sure as FUCK was .. you are one of my top guys . i ain’t dealin’ with some of those ASSHOLES with    shit for brains    . ❜ with fat joey gone and normal joey STROLLING about , to say the least .. he was not happy and just a little pissed off . that being ONE out of a long    damn list of issues    he needs to sort the    fuck out    .

          Dwight wasn’t foolish enough to be flattered by Negan’s concern. He knew that it came more out of a place of malice than it did anywhere else. There was an enjoyment that he always thought he would see in Negan’s eyes, a light in them when he was being malicious especially when taunting him about Sherry. “I’m glad to be one of your top guys, boss. The Sanctuary is somethin’ special.” 

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officxrfrixndly:

         Dwight’s offer would have seemed rather tempting if he hadn’t already gone through the possible outcomes a hundred times. Either way, Andrea would be dead and Rick would have to deal with it. That was the biggest issue. Call it a win-win. If he died, he wouldn’t have to. 

         Rick allowed himself a moment before putting his thoughts into words. “No.” He said calmly, pleading eyes now turning to look at Dwight. “There’s somethin’ else, Dwight. Andrea, she didn’t just pass out. She was bit.” The leader struggled to keep his voice from breaking. “I’m–I’m gonna lose her, I know. Like I lost my wife. And believe me, I wasn’t in a good place when that happened. I don’t think I can do that again. I don’t think I can be the leader these people need me to be.”

          It just seemed like the better solution. People needed Rick, multiple communities did as well and for him to go away over an accident. It did not seem fair. For Rick to be punished over that was a waste if anything. Dwight stepped us a leader once before and he lasted two years but he was not sure if he felt like he was doing anything good. This would be.

         "No?” Dwight shook his head and moved closer towards the leader with pleading eyes. “Rick, really think about this for a sec, will you. Alexandria, Hilltop, Oceanside and even the Sanctuary would all fall apart without you. You can’t do this. We all loose people. We’ve all lost people. You know what? We will keep on loosing them. And we can’t stop that.” He’d lost people early on so was used to it and had lost himself at some points. That was the hardest. “These people need a leader, not a martyr. You know which one you are.”

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safetydoesntexist:

sherry’s smile never faded even as she pulled away from her husband, placing the beautiful flowers he bought her into a vase and set it on the windowsill. after taking two beers out of the fridge, she took his hand again and led him into the bedroom, placing the bottles on the side table before leading him into the bathroom. 

after starting the shower, she turned back to dwight, her fingertips lingering underneath the lapel of his shirt, her fingers brushing along his skin.    ❛   the flowers were beautiful, by the way. thank you.   ❜

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      The flowers weren't that expensive but he made a promise to himself that he would always do the whole bring flowers home thing. He liked seeing them in the house and he always liked to see her face when he brought them to her. More than that, he didn’t want flowers to be an apology in their relationship. They were meant to show love.

 It was easy not to do anything and just fall in behind his wife as she led him into the bedroom. he started to relax from the days work and melting into her touch. “You don’t have to thank me.” 

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I’ll be online tomorrow on this blog, I have a day off so I’ll hammer of his replies then, thanks for being so patient with me!

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  give me your shit… or i will KILL you. mature. written by taylor.

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lordtaketh:

“beer and fuckin’ pretzels? what the shit, dwight. you are not of any help. maybe i’ll just eat her out and call it her gift. throw in some chocolate afterwards, i mean, what woman doesn’t find chocolate romantic as fuck? right?” negan smiled, pushing himself off of the wall and having lucille return to his shoulder. “could you do that for me? find me some chocolate or anything fuckin’ sweet.”

        His heart was hammering against his chest but breaking at the same time when Negan mentioned what he would do to Sherry. He thought that was Negan’s intention. “She likes chocolate just not pretzels. I’d try and find some for you but I haven’t seen even a crumb of chocolate in months. I wouldn’t even know where to look.”