#talktorickgrimes

[fortexmadre]

talktorickgrimes​

             ❝  what is  all that  even  supposed  to mean,  rick? it                      made zero sense & you need t’stop lookin’ at me                      like    that.    you’re    freakin’    me     out    a   little.   ❞

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      { @talktorickgrimes }

   “You look like you’ve seen ghost. proper hell, actually          A bit of tea will have you better in no time.”    && normally     the   slip   of   toxin  would  slowly   invade  her   victims     bloodstream, infecting ever so slowly like a dormant virus     awaking at each breath of air. Jealousy was pinned on the    entities  of  the  female  structure   ;     possessive    &    protective. Lady Sharpe wasn’t to poison the  ringleader.    NOT WITHOUT REASON ; MAYBE.

[southernbird-a]

            it always seemed to happen just as her eyes fell shut; the sound of a baby’s cries seeping through paper thin walls.  minutes later a door would creak open, the noises growing louder as they echoed through the empty halls.  every night, just like clockwork.  though usually the crying would die down, allowing beth her anticipated shuteye, lately the wales were a bit excessive.  the noises, once telling of an infant’s empty belly, had now evolved into more than just a simple hunger cry.  maggie claimed the disruption was payback.  all those night she’d kept her older sister awake, consoled only by the singing of her mother, were finally catching up to her.  though the playback of words usually only inspired a roll of the songbird’s eyes, tonight they sparked an idea.

climbing from her bed, beth rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she padded her way to the front door.  grabbing her keys from their hook, she stepped into the warzone of the hallway.  at first he hadn’t even noticed, the man so wrapped up in bouncing and coddling his daughter to realize what was around him.  but when he finally did, when tired blue eyes met those with equal exhaustion, the songbird smiled.  ❛  ––––– she’s sick, ain’t she?  I help out a first grade classroom, the kids’ve been droppin’ like flies all week.  I just — I’m here if ya need anythin’.  coffee, a couple extra hands, maybe some music t’ get her distracted.  anythin’.  ❜

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           “—Rick.”

Deanna had made her growing frustrations with Rick abundantly clear to Maggie. And while she would never stop defending him to the leader of Alexandria, the brunette needed to have a word with him. Alexandria could give them futures unlike anything they had imagined since the outbreak began. Rick had to see that.

        “Can we talk?”

[talktodaryldixon]

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Daryl shouldered his backpack, shifting from foot to foot as he took a drag of his cigarette, waiting to finish it off before he would walk up the steps to the Grimes house. Even though Mr. and Mrs. Grimes were out for the weekend, he’d grown to have respect for them and knew how they frowned upon smoking. 

Thankfully, Merle was nowhere to be seen and his father had been out on a bender for a few days now so he was free to get out and do as he wished. Taking the final drag of his cigarette, he flicked it away into the gutters. Picking up the pack of beers he’d gotten, he walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell.

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                       & talktorickgrimes​​ LIKED FOR A STARTER.

         jeff found rick and carl  - he found his family. even though this world put so many obstacles in front of him, to tear him down and put him off track, he fought through && he made it and he was SO MUCH stronger than he thought he was.          so now he’s looking around for rick, finally catching eye of him up in a guard tower. ❛ hey rick? ❜

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talktorickgrimes

          “Howdy, stranger. Passin’ through?”

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“‘Course I do…why would y’even ask me that?”

"When was the last time you told me you loved me?" She sighed, starting to get irritated "Because I say it all the time and sometimes it just feels like you are sick of me and I don't just want to become a burden to you"

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talktorickgrimes replied to your post:there’s a gif of jack falahee touchin his own butt...

// *needs proof*

here’s all the proof in the world.

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      @talktorickgrimes from this

     he’d not seen  anyone PASS THROUGH in a long time -- not anyone who was    alive ,anyway.    The LIVING had become scarce;   scarce enough to evoke a MIXTURE    of FEAR & CURIOSITY in Peter when they did come by. The sound of footsteps below, real    ones, not the shuffle of the dead as they progressed from here to WHEREVER hit his ears      &&   it’s enough to have him leaning over the edge of the rooftop he’d occupied for the     last WEEK, eyes searching for whoever had caused the sound                                   he’d     become WARY  of those who were still alive,    some were almost as CRAZY,  definitely as    DANGEROUS  as their DEAD COUNTERPARTS.    He’d been able to comfort himself in the      knowledge he was,  at least, a little faster, a little stronger than those he’d found both     dead   &   alive ---   ( being SPIDER-MAN in a time past wasn’t COMPLETELY USELESS  )

   &  so he peaks over the edge, revealing himself and his hideaway for a brief moment,  eyes    scanning the ground below until he finally finds the figure who’d drawn his ATTENTION. He    considers letting them   PASS,   hiding  himself until the danger was gone,   but chooses    against  it -----  if there was going to be a PROBLEM he’d rather hit it head on ( and while    he manned  the HIGHER GROUND.  )          “   looking for something ?  ”

[fortexmadre]

▐ ┊ talktorickgrimes

                  ❝  can you tell me, with one hundred percent certainty                            that  this  is  the   ONLY   option  we  have  now?  ❞

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Fresh Water | talktorickgrimes

Freezing. The water Beth had leaned down and scooped into her hands was cold as ice and she splashed some onto her face with a shiver before standing. The worn denim of her jeans was darkened with dirt, and stiff against her skin. She longed to peel them off and wash them in the stream, but she didn't have time, and just because the woods around her were quiet now, didn't mean they would stay that way. It was almost dark and her mind was nagging her to turn back, but this was the furthest she'd been outside the prison and she was in no rush to return to her confinement.

It wasn't the easiest place to sneak out of after all, it was a prison. 

Watchful eyes had been otherwise occupied, and Judith safely sleeping within Carol's cell. Beth didn't need any other encouragement to get a moment truly alone. She was careful the sound her boots made against the forest floor, her hand always resting over the handle of the knife tucked into her pocket. In the months before she never would have thought to go off alone or to even skirt the perimeter fence on the outside. Since then, she'd watched as everyone else came and went; supply runs, hunting in the forest, even her father had been beyond the fence line. Never her. She rolled her eyes at herself, on one hand upset about being treated like a child and on the other hand acting out like one.

The sun was setting in earnest know, crawling down the side of the the sky and hiding behind the tightly packed trees. It was in that moment that Beth decided to head back that she heard the familiar sound of the dead. At the stream, where she'd knelt a moment before, was a pair of walkers. One was wearing a tattered business suit, more holes than cloth, and the other was in a nightgown of sorts with it's whole body twisted at an unnatural angle. They hadn't heard her, she'd been quiet, but they were directly in her path leading back to the prison. If she went running off now, in another direction, she'd be lost in no time, and she'd be lost at night.

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&& talktorickgrimes

            ❛ You got food in your beard, man. ❜

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              he’s DIFFERENT with her ever since he discovered what she DID -- for the GROUP, to protect everybody else -- and SOMETIMES she catches his EYES on her and the expression is like ICE down her spine. he used to REGARD her with COMPASSION, like the OTHERS, when they would hear ed berate her, and then LATER it there was a FONDNESS there. a comradery, a silent PROMISE to protect each other and the GLINT of a GENUINE friendship and now there was NOTHING. 

           ❝ ---are we going to talk about it? ❞

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Daryl smoothed his hands over his clothes. This was the first time he was venturing out in public like THIS on his own. It was just to an auto show, to look at the new motorcycles, but it felt more comfortable with the wig on, the make up, the high heeled boots.

Walking through the doors, Daryl was left outside, and Savannah entered. She didn’t bother looking around, she wasn’t here to make friends. The bikes beckoned to her, as always. Hiking her jacket collar up, both as a way to not seek attention and to keep out the chill she’d carried in from outside, she made her way through the crowds.

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                                      tho’st spontaneous words of COMFORT had regularly come as something so natural ‘pon the most tranquil of tongues: spencer had since succumbed to their unspoken grief. he, himself, was beyond REPAIR -- and became weary of incessant bad luck that plagued these walls of alexandria. jessie and her boys were the latest to play victim to the HORDE, and though the topic was left UNTARNISHED: spencer knew of the feelings the elder possessed for the flaxen female, and oh, how her untimely demise had left the LEADER in utmost tatters. and his son’s INFLICTED partial sight was but a further burden on he. and spencer’s SORRY: for a person did not deserve such loss derived from a situation that could’ve been TAMED, and though disagreement was a normality for the two men, spencer felt OBLIGED to offer a condolence of sorts. they’d all lost something that night: importantly, DEANNA MONROE. and from that, spencer since realised the FIRST to be offered such a role would be rick grimes. and he’s NOT even ashamed for passing the leadership onwards, for RICK was most deserving, HE SAVED THEM. ‘pon saving them, he’d sacrificed something DEAR, and regardless of past differences, spencer would offer his THANKS. rifle set a’twine both calloused palms, bloodied with EVERY strike upon rotting brain matter, he’d set foot upon awaiting ground to APPROACH his superior with voluntary terms of benevolence. 

                                            ‘ DOLOR HIC TIBI PRODERIT OLIM. ’

                                                                    mirrored the infamous words of DEANNA MONROE as she lay dying, succumbing to her anatomy’s wish to ROT. tho’st the expression proved most futile to UTTER in the cooler breeze, spencer had heard it once ‘pon his fruitful dreams, and deemed it NECESSARY to repeat for the sake of rick’s sanity.

                                                                                       ‘ it’s a thing my dad said. a lot. it means ‘someday this pain will be useful to you’. jessie.. her boys. they sacrificed something today, and though it seems TRAGIC now: they died and from that, we got our HOME back. seems selfish, sure, but i don’t think jessie would’ve wanted US to see it that way. and they all get to be together again. happily. i’m probably talkin’ out my ass, but i just thought you should know there was nothing you could’ve done. ’