#angelwithacrossbow

[soaringxsouls]

{Starter for @angelwithacrossbow }

Dan exited the building after he had spoken to king Ezekiel, he had been ordered to keep an eye on Daryl Dixon as they were going to be staying in the Kingdom to hide from the Saviors.

Dan nervously walked over to the older male, sticking his hand out for a hand shake. "Hi! I am Daniel, it's nice to meet you.. You can call me Dan if you want," He said with a soft smile on his face. "The King has asked me to stick around you during your stay here.. I hope that's okay," The male said, obviously nervous.

[sam-winchester-hunting-log]

Never What You Expect

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Bill was having a crappy day and on into an even worse night. There had been some out-of-towners had been causing trouble, then he had hit his head in some weird act of clumsiness, and now he was out on a cold farm investigating a strange noise.

At least the farm was one of the closest ones to the town. And he really didn’t blame the lady for calling, she was an elderly woman after. But still, Bill really just wanted to go home.

He shook his head and nipped his complaining in the bud. He fixed his gloves and zipped up his jacket, heading into the barn. He flicked on his flashlight and looked about in the dark.

“Jericho sheriff’s department. Is anyone there?” He called out, giving fair warning. 

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The days seemed to be getting shorter and Peter dreaded it. Piles of blankets and firewood were in the yard as he was starting to try to get ready for it. His body couldn’t retain heat and the solar panels would need to be cleaned often. Canned goods were in the basement and he was almost confident that he had enough for this winter, for himself at least. 

Looking back down the road, he thought he heard the sound of an engine. People rarely came to his part of the woods, particularly since the Hilltop was easier to find than he was. 

The idea of company was one that Peter hadn’t done well with since leaving the Kingdom. Either way, he stepped toward the edge of the road to take a look. At the same time, leaves rustled nearby, making him sigh. “I swear, if this is another undead...” 

[miserieah]

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The woman in black writes down four lines on the yellow paper of her ledger. Four lines for four poor souls brought to Outpost Delta from the Sanctuary. She looks up, looks down the line of men again, then looks back at the ledger, crossing one line out.

“I don’t need this one.” She says, pointing out a man in grey slacks with a stain down his shirt from puking on the truck ride to the outpost. Two Saviors from Delta step forward, taking the man by the shoulders to drag him to the truck headed back to the Sanctuary.

“The three of you are going to be given engine blocks to work on.” She says, pulling out three blue slips of paper from the ledger, each with a hand drawn grid of squares. “Get them running again and we’ll upgrade you from bare rations to standard rations. Fail and you go back to the Sanctuary.” She holds out a sheet to each man in the line.

“This is not a test, it’s survival. You can’t contribute, you don’t survive here. You try to cause trouble, one of us puts a bullet in your head if we feel like being wasteful, otherwise you go in the pit.” She smiles briefly, “You don’t want to go in the pit.”

[sheriffwithagun-archived-blog]

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Lori’s death hits Rick harder than anything has. It shakes his core, and leaves him feel so unbearably empty. He has a house full of two kids; Carl only a teen and Judith not even 3. He doesn’t even know how to tell them. Doesn’t know how to stomach the truth and face it with them. It’ll be easier for Judith, who won’t remember-- but Carl.... Carl will grieve just like Rick will. It breaks Rick’s heart.  After almost a year of not being able to sleep in the bedroom he and Lori shared, not being able to sit in the kitchen they ate in, or the living room or any part of the house-- Rick had to move. He had to start over, get his family somewhere new something different. It had been hard, but Shane helped. Helped him pack, helped sell the house and piece out the new one.  It was small, in a neighborhood in a small town a few miles outside of where they lived now. Rick hoped it would be easier, would be better to deal with. Carl seemed to be taking the move better than he expected. Rick was sure they all needed the change. Change is always good-- unpacking from the move it always bad.  It takes Rick almost 3 days to move most of everything with Shane and his son’s help. And finally when everything is unpacked, it isn’t long before the kids are heading off to start school. When Rick finally has a moment to himself, he really isn’t sure what to do with himself. The switch from his old station to his new station left him with a little more than a week to himself, vacation time his captain told him to take to unpack. He was grateful for it, but now.... he was bored out of his mind. 

Rick chose at that moment that he was going to drive around the new town, see what was around. Of course nothing ever goes according to plan. His car makes it 3 miles down the road, before it stops. Rick frowns, pulling over and checking the smoking hood. He scoffs loudly. This would be his luck, because nothing could ever be easy for the man. A moment later he’s digging out his phone, googling (with effort. Where the hell was his son, when Rick needed him? ) a shop that could look at his car. 

[intrepidolivia]

Possibilities (Closed RP with Angelwithacrossbow)

Olivia didn’t think she was going to get out of this particular predicament.

She’d done well so far. Better than her fair share. She’d outlived friends and family, and she’d gotten through things that by all rights should have seen her dead. She supposed that this was just her luck running out. 

It wasn’t much surprising that it was humans who would be her undoing. She supposed in the end it was fitting somehow, though she couldn’t quite work out the poetry of it. The two men had caught her distracted, trying to salvage what she could out of the little out of the way convenience store. Some people wanted to work together and help one another. Some...well... some did not.

They left her tied up in the corner while they went through what was left in the store. Once they finished that, she had no real illusions about what was going to happen to her. They’d take what she had, and if she was lucky in the end they’d put a bullet in her skull, rather than leave her to die of thirst and turn. In between this moment and then, well. She doubted she was going to have a good time. 

She worked at her bonds, knowing it was likely futile, but there was little else she could do. It would be easy enough to give up, and God knew she’d earned it. Somehow it just wasn’t in her to go down without a fight, even if it was a token resistance. What else could she do?

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[drtywork-a]

Night fell upon the prison. Merle found himself unable to sleep (insomnia was a bitch), and once again did he find himself in the basement of the establishment, looking for any form of substance he could use. Having attempted to make as little noise as possible, he fell completely silent as he heard footsteps draw ever closer, bright eyes able to recognize the familiar figure.

❛What’re ya still doin’ up, lil bro?❜ 

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It was the exact moment when Merle lost his god damn hand, that he realized he hated Daryl’s judgement. Not sticking this out alone was the worst thing the two Dixon’s could have done. Merle realized that he didn’t trust Daryl’s judgement after the governor took the damn Prison down.  They had a chance to run off and start over away from people, but he ran off with some broad rather than look for Merle. God old Merle wasn’t too pissed. But each time, each chance he kept waiting for Daryl to say when. For Daryl to finally fucking bail and he never did. It was eating away at Merle’s last nerve. He couldn’t stand the group, or their lost cop of a leader. These were not Merle’s kinda people. But they seemed to be Daryl’s and Merle was losing his god damn mind. 

When Negan present himself, Merle knew that this was where they needed to go. They needed to be with Negan and his men, because no one gave them any shit. Merle knew this would be the only way to go. A few days had passed since China man and the army bastard had tasted wood. It was sad, but that was life. Everyone was losing their mind, but Merle had a plan.

Merle approached Daryl, the idiot smoking one of their last cigarettes. He kicked Daryl’s shoe. “Pack yer shit. “ He said eyeing Daryl carefully. 

[verrcter1]

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Those damn undead, as if regular humans weren’t bad enough. He hadn’t had a good meal in ages, all the prey was either munched on by those corpses or taken up by other predators. After losing another cow to the gluttonous sacks of shit, Forst decided that enough was enough. His mouth shot open as he hovered over a decrepit town, his wing-beats purposefully loud so the ugly bastards would look him in the eye as he let out a jet of flame.

The air was filled with the scent of burning flesh as the walkers flailed angrily beneath him, some hoarded around the building he flew above. Their nails clawing at the brick while their limbs slowly burned to nothing, then the beast decided to make this a little more personal.

A loud thud echoed as the dragon landed in the middle of the horde, he could feel the corpses trying to bite through his scales but there was no breaking them. Forst swatted the walkers around with his fore-paws and tail, leaping upon them the second they went down. Rotting brain matter squelched beneath his talons until all of the immediate walkers were dead.

Still, it did not satisfy Forst. He had to find a new territory, one with food and away from the others. Killing a few walkers changed nothing, but damn it felt good. Regardless, the flare hoped he didn’t attract any humans with that display. That was the last thing he needed...

[hadhunch-blog]

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“I’m fine, really.” Eric smiled a little. “I just need some rest and I’ll be okay.”

[beaniesandmachetes--a]

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✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

         HIS NOSE IS STUCK IN A BOOK ON HIS DOWN time. It’s relatively quiet and too much quiet isn’t good for Jacoby mentally. His mind starts to wander and goes to dark places he knows it shouldn’t so he dives his brain into activities to stay occupied. It’s not until he hears the clink of the mug placed onto the table that he even knows anyone is in the room. Eyes gaze up to see Daryl with his own mug and he’s surprised at the gesture even though he doesn’t say a word other than a small thank you. There’s a chill in the air so he’s grateful for the hot drink handed to him. He sips it gently after putting his book down and smiles slightly as he relishes in its warmth. 

[wordgiven-blog]

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       “  Have a sense of humor, Daryl,”    he quips. Flecks of water flicker over at him with Daryl shaking himself off. A humored smile comes across Jesus’ face before he darts his gaze out the nearby window. It’s pouring but he thinks it’ll pass soon -- just a momentary downpour. It’s that season.    “  There’s a good chance the rain will wash away the tracks.  ”   he points out with a small purse of his lips. Talk about bad luck.

[crxwqueen-blog]

"Are you following me now ?"

 The leaves are so interesting this time of year, so crunchy and full of pretty colors and so perfect for staring at when someone inexplicably calls you out.

How do you explain some people feel safer than others…and feeling safe is such a wonder in days like these. Besides.. he’s interesting, a shiny thing that draws her eye.

She swears she hears her crows snickering at her through the trees and sends them a dirty look.

Alice contemplates different words, tastes them on her tongue and tries to find the best one.

“You..uh..you’re good at tracking.” She starts lamely and this time she knows they’re laughing at her, letting out shriek calls and her freckled face flushes.

“I want you to teach me.”

[skylinesentinel]

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Out of all the things Peter could have done to help out, finding a forklift was likely not the highest thing on the list. That didn’t stop it from being the most fun he’d ever had. Of course, the small group of walkers trailing behind him kind of helped. It was amusing and he couldn’t stop grinning. “Daryl look! I’m the Pied Piper of Walkers! All it took was a forklift, who knew?”

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It’s quiet, they’re both on watch as luck would have it. It was comforting having his best friend by his side. Far too much of their time was spent busy worrying about everyone else. It was peaceful, just to be able to sit there in one another’s company. Made Rick almost think this is what it would have been before all this. He could imagine them with a couple of beers shooting the shit on his porch. ‘What do you miss the most?” Rick asks almost curiously, wishing the memory of Miller Beer came with the taste. 

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❛Why would you even want to know how that hell looks from inside?❜ The girl asked, exhausted from all the question she had to answer the last couple of days. She did not thought about it first, but after a couple of seconds of silence, it HIT her like a truck. She moved quickly, waking herself up from the bed, groaning when her features hurt by the expression she tried to make. 

❛You are NOT going in there.❜ She let out, almost as a cry. She did NOT want to see more people die by the hands of that AWFUL and horrifying man that took everything as a JOKE. ❛No one is, and I will not tell you anything about it.❜ Kellie made her statement clear, as she breathed with difficulty, feeling her eyes get blurry by the tears that were coming. She thought about it for a second, and the fresh memories felt like she was stabbed in the chest.