#sheriffwithagun

[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      .  

[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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[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."

[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.

[stcmpass-a-blog]

lyric starter  .  ||  accepting

❛   man   ,   he never had a chance   .    ❜ 

@sheriffwithagun   //   “  you’re gonna go far kid  .  ”  the offspring         

[prayingfxryou-a-blog]

sheriffwithagun replied to your post: ooc: Sometimes I think about Boe trying to...

i think this would actually give me life. bc i can only imagine

with the dog face because he’s a fuckboyman and not understanding it whatsoever and like what in the hell is all this frilly shit BUT the voice changers would crack him up

[writerrhapsody]

#//your glenn gives me life wtf#i love him so much

[infectiousbite]

“How long have you been here?”

    Ellie wasn’t expecting anyone to be near the building she was scouting, she had checked the area and knew for a fact it was safe, so to have this guy just…come out of nowhere, it startled her. Quickly grabbing her bow, she aimed it at him, her heart racing as she took a few steps back, she knew she mustn’t of looked threatening given the fact she was a child in his eyes.

    Though his question caught her off guard.

                      How long have you been here?

    “Well,” she began, keeping her eyes locked on him, “if you mean on this earth? Fourteen years.” Now she was just being cheeky as she kept the arrow aimed at him before clearing her throat. “How long have you been here?” She asked before another question quickly came to her.

    “Anybody else with you?” She asked, keeping her guard up as pale green eyes darted from his face to anywhere behind him, to check if anyone else was hiding somewhere nearby.

[wclfwiife]

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[arrowsandwings]

❛ What happens if you don’t come back? How am I supposed to live with that?! ❜

The Walking Dead S6 Finale prompts[x] Accepting // [  ] Not Accepting

Daryl cocked his head to one side at Rick’s exclamation. “I always come back, I’ve always found my way back to you, you know that.” he patted Rick lightly on the back. “You just do what you need to and let me handle my end of things.”

[prayingfxryou-a-blog]

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