#sheriffwithagun

[jcditha-blog]

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

* [ INBOX MEME. / SYMBOLS / ACCEPTING.  ]

soft  cotton  against  IRRITATED  flesh.   

   ❛                      YOU  KNOW  WHAT,   you  should  see  the  other  guy  ! ❜   a  move  to  soften  the  tension,   soften  the  clear  frustration  that  radiates  from  the  eldest.   her  smile  falters,   then,   as  does  the  TRIUMPHANT  STRIKE  of  her  shoulders,     ❛      .    .    .    just  kidding,   he  got  away,   BUT           !   i  mean  i’m  okay.  i’m  super  fine.  honest.  ❜

[miserieah]

@sheriffwithagun

“I want to see him.” Grace hasn’t even taken the time to wash the gunsmoke and dried blood out of her hair. She paces in the living room of Rick’s house, hands on her hips, fingers occasionally going to her belt to touch the knife there before going back to her sides.

“Are you listening to me?” She asks, turning on her heel to face him, “Rick. I’m serious.”

[jcdith-a-blog]

“ wake up ! “

ribcage    expands    to    each    inhaled    breath    ,    releases    just    the    same    .    slumber    halt     by     impatient    tonalities    ,    a   disapproving    click    of    his    tongue    .                       waiting            .     and    continued    waiting    .     ❛     no      .       .        .      ❜          a    soft    mewl    ,    twisting    her    spine    until    her    face    burrows    well    into    the    mattress    .    head    hid    beneath    a     pillow    .    judith’s    hand    swats    toward    the    one    now     offering    a    restless    shake    to    her    shoulder    .    she    knew    very    well    what    it    was    for    .     supply    run   .           (          in    fact     ,      a     run     she     so     happily     offered    assistance     .         so     diligent      .         all     confident     tongue     and     careless     promise    because     she’s     toooooootally       got    this    .         )            ❛     changed    my    mind    .      ❜

bark    hair    touches    the    bed    ,     neat    ,     about     shoulders    .            ❛     go    .    be    free     .     go    on    without    me     ,     carry    on    my     legacy     !      ❜           and    the    blanket    is     immediately    torn    from    her    form    .    judith’s    head    twists    to    now    face    her    father    ,     her    elder    .    rosy    lips    pout   as    hazel    contours     blink    once    ,    twice    .     of    sarcastic    charm    .             ❛     great    .    now   i’m   cold    .    hope   you’re    happy    ‘cause    you    ,    sir    ,     have    made    me    cold    .    i’m    allergic    .     .    .     to    .     .       .     no-blanket-having-itis     .      you’re    trying    to    kill    me     !     ❜     a    dramatic    flop    of     her    lithe    form    ,      now     on     her     back     .    the    flip    side    of    a    hand    touches    to    her    forehead     .            ❛     the     darkness    -               it’s    closing    in    !      closing      !      in      !      ❜           gasp      !               ❛     tell     carl    .      .      .     he    stinks    .     .    .     and    needs    to    take    a    shower     —      ❜           cough    .      cough    again    .     then     a     heap     of     her    own    limbs     ,     with     her    tongue    hanging    from    her    mouth    .                        bravo       ,      encore      .                 

MEME :     TWO   WORD   STARTERS     /      ACCEPTING      .  

[chokeholds--illegal]

“you’re either with me or against me.

Daryl stomped his cigarette out on the ground, taking heavy steps towards Rick, getting in his face. "Fuck ya talkin' 'bout?" He snapped, anger brewing in his chest. The audacity, Daryl thought, for Rick to give him this ultimatum. As if Daryl ever for a moment didn't stand besides Rick. The two were always there for each other. That's just how it was.

[arrowsandwings]

new leaf

colorful headcanons. [x] Accepting // [  ] Not Accepting

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

“Stop being so damn ignorant. You’re better than that.”

[barbaric-power-blog]

Gunpoint

“How many times, Rick?” Negan asked, finger right on the trigger with the gun pointed right at his head; right between his eyes. “How many times are we going to do this fuckin’ dance? Over and over, back and forth. It’s getting pretty fuckin’ tiresome!” His voice became louder and his feet took him closer to the other man, but not too close. “Your people will continue to die if you keep up with this stupid ass rebellion; you’re the problem here. Not me, not my people, you are. Don’t you fuckin’ get that yet!? I thought you were smart, but really, you’re dumb as shit! So what’s it going to take, huh?” He cocked the gun and lowered it just a little, no longer aiming for his head, but instead aiming for his hand. Then down to his knee, then his crotch, and finally his shoulder. “Clearly killing your people ain’t doing shit, so maybe I gotta change my direction a bit here.” 

[prayingfxryou-a-blog]

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[vcmpbat]

❛    seems like your people have gotten a hold of a whole SHIT TON of guns. can’t let you have all that firepower, now, what kind of LEADER would that make me? open the gates, RICK, and give em’ all up. don’t destroy the good thing we have because you’re a stubborn asshole.     ❜      dark hues peered through wire fence, awaiting patiently for the sound of a clicking lock.       ❛     tick fuckin’ tock, I have shit to do and wives to fuck.        ❜

@sheriffwithagun / sc.

[you-wxll-be-blog]

🎄🎄🎄

Send 🎄 for your muse to put mine in a Christmas Sweater!

“Did ya really have t’find the dorkiest one? I said I’d wear one but I thought it’d be somethin’ plain…” He was expecting maybe a stupid tree on a sweater, not this god awful amalgamation of Christmas ornaments, trees, presents, and snow. “Nah, I ain’t wearin’ it! Bah-humbug!”

[writerrhapsody]

@sheriffwithagun - continued from x. 

“Dude...you gotta wear a costume...”

Glenn’s eyebrows were raised high, judging his neighbor and friend for his lack of participation during the Halloween season. It hadn’t dawned on him, even as Rick had gathered advice from Glenn as what deemed appropriate yet cool for a kid Carl’s age to wear for Halloween that Rick himself hadn’t planned a costume out. Glenn also knew he most likely understood the Sheriff more than most, especially with all that the now divorced man had endured and overcome within the last year. Rick had become a man of routine; work, kids, and repeat on a constant. As much as Glenn respected someone with drive, as he constantly fought to find it for his own self, it wasn’t apparent for him to notice Rick not taking advantage of open opportunities. Glenn didn’t mind helping out with Carl and Judith, he enjoyed the time with his younger neighbors, however it seemed he was constantly harping at the older man to take advantage of not having the kids around when he did. He didn’t push it too much, seeing the obvious dislike breaking from behind Rick’s eyes and the last thing Glenn wanted to do was piss of the Sheriff....he was the Sheriff after all. He’d never seen Rick Grimes overly aggravated, outside of drunken stupors after the kids went to bed, but Glenn had a wild intuition that Rick had a temper when need be.

At the mention of his own Halloween outfit, Glenn’s worrisome look turned giddy as he thought of his reasoning behind his chosen clothing. It was Glenn’s fourth year of college at Georgia State and when he wasn’t volunteering his free time to watching the Grimes kids and getting shitty tips for delivering pizzas, he was studying his ass off to graduate on time. He’d told Rick about the girl he saw at a house party, brown bobbed hair and green eyes that had pierced him since the first time he’d seen her, and ever since he’d been trying to find her again. He’d found out a few that she was from a farm in Senoia and that she had an accent to die for, but not anything that could help him in the long run.

“Duh. I’m going to this costume party in the dorms. Gonna see if I can hunt down the Farmer’s Daughter. This is the year, man. I can feel it.”

[screwyoutwice]

@sheriffwithagun

He doesn’t remember his name, he doesn’t remember anything that happened before he was bring back to life, the only thing he remember is what happened after, the scientists, the experiments, the way he was treated like an animal not a human, everything. 

It had been a few weeks since Merle had fled the damn place that was full with people in masks and white clothes, he still had several nightmares about things that happened there, he looked at his hands, one hand was sewn, and the other hand his fingers stitched, his face had scars, his chest had scars, Merle’s whole body had scars and he couldn’t remember how he got them, but that didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered now was that Merle had gotten a good place to live hidden.

It was inside a small market, he slept under the counter, he had built a nest there, the nest was full of chopped magazines, chopped pillows, scattered food, bottles of water, really, it was a nest for an animal, after all since Merle ‘came back’ to life, he was never treated as a human, just like an animal, an experiment meaning he doesn’t know how 'humans’ act and lives only with his instincts.

“…”

Everything was 'perfect’ until the store door opened, Merle immediately hid in his nest.

[awholelotbigger-blog]

I don't unserstand

angst me no more -- ask meme // accepting !

"That's alright, Rick," Paul said with a small smile. "Sometimes things have a way of explaining themselves in time."

[miserieah]

Starter for @sheriffwithagun​, 8x02 spoilers

Everyone knew where Alexandria was. Hell, you could find the town on a map. Grace wrestled with that for a day and a night before loading herself, her rifle, and a duffle bag of supplies into the rusted green Corolla they used for emergency runs into DC. But this was an emergency, a whole outpost had been slaughtered, and one of their own was missing. Taken.

She parked the car a good three miles from the gates, pulled some fallen branches over it, and started walking. By the time she reached the gates, she was being escorted by two Alexandrians, and the muzzle of her rifle was against her back.

Once inside, she was told to kneel with her hands behind her head as one of the Alexandrians opened the duffle bag she’d been carrying. Inside were cans of formula, antibiotics, and baby clothes.

“I know she’s here.” She said resentfully, looking out across the rows of pristine model houses, “She’s my responsibility. I know you assholes took her.” Or the baby was dead and, christ, what kind of monsters were these people?

[tofear-a-blog]

criminal minds starters . ||  accepting

there’s silence  &  he watches the man  .    ❛   -----  shit ton of bodies  .   .   .  following your lead  .  then   .  .  .  ❜  voice lowers after  ,  head tilting alongside allowing his body to lean backward  . he mimics the sound of a plane  ,  crashing slow into the ground  .   ❛   ---  just watch ‘em DIE  .   you got’ta know a thing or two about that  ,  don’tcha  ,  rick  ?   ❜

@sheriffwithagun   //   “  you’re afraid you’ve let people down  .   ”

[tophcta]

Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.

                                    protective sentence starters | accepting 

              she’s not USED to people looking out for her. the concept is foreign to her. madison is usually the one that makes sure everyone is SAFE and well and clear of any fucking bullets. it’s so strange to think about ANYONE doing the same for her. “ oh... ” is all that slips out at first; her mind trying it’s hardest to wrap around his words. “ thank you. that uh...means A LOT. ”

[arrowsandwings]

acacia

colorful headcanons. [x] Accepting // [  ] Not Accepting

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

Daryl has softened quite a bit over the years in terms of letting people into his life and not blindly hating everyone he meets. Yes, most people irritate him on some level and he doesn’t trust easily but he only hates people that threaten or harm him or his group.