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   he doesn’t know how to shut up. it’s probably one of his best traits because all the rest are shit and doesn’t add up to how many times his tongue has gotten him out of stupid situations. however, being tied up with another man who had been just as moronically smartassing the guards had been quite the show, even if his vision was blurry with blood and the blows he’d taken were beginning to take a toll on his body. murphy decides that the man is negan --- the feared savior leader and blah blah who really gave a flying fuck? everyone was feared or killed at some point in this world. speckled gaze lifts heavily, a grimace smearing on his face when they both make eye contact and the savior begins to part his lips. murphy expects him to say something harsh or degrading, but when the question comes, all the half zombie can do is shrug. oh, they want his blood. been taking it for quite some time now and praying for a miracle, unaware that in due time, they’d be right under murphy’s control. some of them anyway, given he’s too weak to mind control too many at once. ❛ probably thought i’d make a great pillow pet or some shit. the zompocalypse brings out the looney toons, haven’t you heard?❜

CONT. | @victimplagued 

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no murphy fans are out here claiming hes an amazing dude. hes an asshole, and yeah, hes a little bit good, but mostly an asshole. we’re aware. we’re cool with it.

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Burn the world….

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abject​:

company had at one time been   required   if eric truly wanted to have a pleasant evening. a natural chatterbox through and through, even if he wasn’t talking some poor soul’s ear off or intently listening in return, just having another body in the room would appear to brighten his mood. sharing space in silence enough to soothe his nerves            even so, as times had changed eric followed suit, not only learning to enjoy his own company but coming to prefer it over spending time with others. save for the days when his daughter was home   ( and thanks to 50/50 custody + swiftly approaching adolescence those days were becoming a rarity  )   the raleigh household would be found still and quiet, a solitary man entertaining himself with nonsense. new residents seldom caught his eye, and invitations certainly weren’t brandished without thought as they were in the past, but there were some folks that were more   noticeable   than others. maybe it was a blessing, maybe a curse ;   either way, it meant free dinner without having to put any work in.

too sweet and not nearly strong enough, eric grimaced as he sipped at cloudy cider, brows coming to a peak as the   not-quite-a-stranger   spoke.   ❝ i’m not a perfectionist when it comes to   anything, ❞   he said, the smallest of smiles threatening to appear.   ❝ people always assume that about me and i honestly have   no   idea where it comes from. i’m a disaster in every aspect of life, expecting perfection would only lead to disappointment            gotta ask though, how’d you make it this far in life while   still   managing to be a shitty cook?  ❞

    a worn smile spreads across his face as he rambles about the kitchen, seemingly knowing where all the essentials were placed and the ingredients stashed for a simple pasta that his mother used to make. perhaps he liked this feeling of normalcy that didn’t just radiate from the zompocalypse, but from the years he spent in federal prison and confined. were it not for doctor merch, murphy would say the zombies were his source of freedom and granted him a second chance to do right --- until he lost it all. a bowl is taken down from the cabinet and placed on the counter top as he listens to the other speak about not being a perfectionist and a disaster instead. ❛ i assume everyone is a perfectionist because i am the world’s biggest fuck up and disappointment. somewhere, somehow, i just mess everything up and it all goes to hell around me.❜  from the start, his life was rough and toppling over like a house of cards. and when the world ended and he died, the world became a steady color of blue. there was tears and anger, a hunger that never ends. meeting the people at alexandria scares him and getting close is petrifying, because one day they too, will die and he’ll lose all he gains.

     ❛ i didn’t cook for long when the rest of my group learned how horrible i was at barbecuing crickets in a hubcap. eventually, i was in charge of catching them. ❜  he idly stirs the sauce, adding a few chopped onions to the mix and only now does he look up to eric and offer a snort in amusement.  ❛ but i’m not completely useless in the kitchen as you can see. i know how to make some italian dishes out of scraps and it’s damn well better than insects. ❜

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receivd​:

❛    it’s      also      not polite to come to somebody’s house without even meeting them first,   ❜   the little blonde countered, head cocking to one side as a bratty smile spread across once angelic features. gracie was known throughout alexandria as being   the sweetest little angel   to have ever blessed their streets, but what most of the adults didn’t know was that baby grace had a   bossier   side saved only for her group of friends. it made things easier when it came to deciding which games to play, as they all knew who to look to for the answer, but it also meant that when something important was happening, gracie would be the one pushed front and center, tasked with doing whatever it was that needed to be done. 

glancing over her shoulder grace softly gestured to a small group of children trying their best to look   natural ;   two boys kicked a ball from opposite ends of a yard, a few kids played a slow game of tag, and one little girl may have been trying   a little too hard   as she pushed an empty swing.   ❛    we have some questions.   number one, what’s your name, and number two, where did you come from …   ❜ 

    humanity was not on his good side, but ever since his daughter, lucy, was born into the cruel world, he had a soft spot for children. and this one was devious no matter how much she tried to cover it up behind a sweet smile and batting lashes. murphy notes her entourage failing to look casual and natural as if the conversation wasn’t being eavesdropped on. ❛ touche.❜  she’s witty and so far, the half zombie seems pleased with where the conversation is going and how it may end with him blackmailed or something unexpected.

    finally, the other children are acknowledged and murphy spares them a curious glance before raising a brow in the young girl’s direction as if to ask what exactly their purpose was. oh.. he doesn’t expect her to be this blunt with her question asking and he finds himself confused on where to start. he could lie, but she’s probably not going to fall for some kingdom come story. who would?  ❛ murphy, ❜  he breathes out cautiously, pausing to gauge her reaction and make sure his name was satisfactory before he continues.  ❛ and i came from spokane, washington. but before that, i traveled with some people from new york to california...which sounds unlikely, i know. ❜

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random sentence starters

“  i never asked for this/that.  ”  “  i said no.  ” “  she/he was the only one who ever understood.  ” “  help me understand.  ” “  if that’s what you want…  ” “  this is about me, for once.  ” “  maybe if you listened instead of running your mouth, you’d know what i was talking about.  ” “  it was a joke.  ” “  let me see that.  ” “  i don’t have a plan, but we’ll figure it out.  ” “  i like to watch the stars. it reminds me how small we all are.  ” “  i didn’t realize you were in so much pain.  ” “  i only wanted to help.  ” “  what are you smiling at?  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  i know i have a right to be angry, but i don’t want to be.  ” “  i’m not sure what i’m supposed to feel.  ” “  don’t make me say it.  ” “  that doesn’t sound quite right, but okay.  ” “  i would never lie to you.  ” “  you wouldn’t get it.  ” “  just, let me have this, ok?  ” “  i need you.  ” “  just go.  ” “  how did this happen?  ” “  is this what you wanted?  ” “  love never really goes away, it just changes sometimes.  ”  “  stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now.  ” “  you were all i wanted.  ” “  now that i’m on the other side of it, i guess i see now how little it mattered  ”

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crueltaes​:

   the apocalypse has been both terrifying and freeing. he’d lost everything he’d ever known, the crushing weight of losing his sister always lingering over his head, but there was an undeniable freedom to his new shot at life. sure, he’d be constantly hiding and fighting for his life, but he’d always done that. now he just got to do it free of his father. there was just as much danger, really. same odds of dying if he did anything wrong, but it still felt better somehow. he’d held up in a bakery, alone and (though he wouldn’t admit as much) afraid. as soon as he’d heard the noise of something getting inside he’d been ready with gun drawn, soon finding himself face to face with the other. hesitation lingers, confusion evident. he’d never met a survivor that had such a calm unfazed demeanor at a gun waved in their face. gun lowers slightly, teenage stupidity thinking that means he can maybe be trusted, but he’s not stupid enough to just drop it. ❛ the fuck makes you think there’re still twinkies here? ❜

    his lips curl pleasantly at the corners, mixed colored gaze never once straying from the boy’s own as he flicks a pointer finger beyond his shoulder. ❛ not to brag, kid, but this place? it’s been mine for a looooong damn time. and i know exactly where my people stash supplies and food.❜  now murphy looks away towards the door that leads toward the employees only room, grin spread even wider when he notices the door is still padlocked shut. while he’s aware of a gun in his face, he’s also aware of the zombies outside the glass doors are growling and throwing a hissy fit due to the current situation.  ❛ come on, are you going to shoot me in the face or let me open the door? i’ll even let you get a twinkie or two which is the nicest thing i can offer to a possibly starving human like yourself. ❜

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thcwife​:

closed starter     →      accepting   .     (    @withprotest​​​    )

          THERE WAS THAT SAME MYSTERIOUS MAN    …   the last encounter they had was days before and why he got so personal , confessing his family issues , was surprising . like she , they were among others of the new crowd . wasn’t exactly comforting but overtime they’d manage . she wasn’t always the social type unless wanting to nose around or be the one receiving attention but she was bored and there was nothing else going on .

          so she approaches the man separating the nuts from their shells . she pulls a chair next to him ,  ❝  need help ?  ❞  despite the word spoken being inquired , she does so anyway and begins separating the shells from the nut . she figured it wouldn’t be too weird to intervene . 

    this place had its odds and ends, new faces with the same personality attached to them. murphy liked to say he was people was into people watching because you can learn anything about a person when they weren’t aware they were being watched --- nothing changed. they still cling to hope that the world would change and get better. it was infectious hope they all had. and he told no one about his cravings returning nor his eye color becoming honeycombed all over again. it was better when people believed he was no longer immune to the zombies and a walking cure, despite the red still clinging to some of his skin. people stared but didn’t ask.

    the movement of someone approaching doesn’t halt murphy from his current task of shell separating even as his gaze cuts over, sharp and unwelcoming as usual since he was in no mood for questioning about who knows what. thankfully, its a somewhat familiar face and the older man hums in response to her question about him needing help. ❛ thanks, i was tired of getting shells stuck under my damn nails. it’s a pain to pick out and the blood just makes a mess.❜

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Not  sure  about  the  whole  state  of  things,  she  can  only  draw  a  conclusion  from  what  her  eyes  can  see.  Here,  she’s  not  safe.  She  wouldn’t  expect  honesty  from  a  man,  so  she  knows  better  than  wasting  time  asking  questions.  ❝  I  want  to  leave.  ❞  the  wish  is  expressed  with  clarity,  as  she  masks  a  certain  degree  of  fear  behind  a  bold  face.  Something  tells  her  things  won’t  be  so  easy,  and  she  can’t  help  but  feeling  like  a  hostage  rather  than  a  guest.  Perhaps,  having  someone  with  free  will  around  may  be  his  new  source  of  entertainment.

    from his throne room he can see it all. the survivors all lining up one by one, willingly, to be injected with the cure. no, they did not have a clue about his control over them and how they would be connected, bonded, much like a hivemind to himself but would they care? the families with dying children didn’t dare ask and he didn’t dare force it ( unless he saw a plan ) on anyone who wished to remain part of a weak and dying breed. ❛ what’s stopping you?❜  he turns from the window overseeing the line of survivors, eying the woman up and down before a brow raises.  ❛ i’m certainly not going to stop you if that’s what you’re worried about. i mean, if you want to go back out there with the last of what remains of humanity, be my guest. but all that exists are zombies, madmen and enders. oh, and scientists looking for subjects. ❜  a slight smirk, like he knows a secret she doesn’t, plays coyly on his lips.  ❛ i’ll even send you away with a goodie bag and escort you outside the gates myself on behalf of my generous hospitality. ❜

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“ur so quiet” thanks i do not want to talk to you

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Sorry for the spam, I’m just so in love with that guy.

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    the apocalypse doesn’t show favoritism and it doesn’t hold hands. some people grant mercy while some kill because half the world’s gone mad and mercy is a thing of the past. the people who came to murphytown seeked the cure, a new promise of salvation and reason to live without being afraid of the zombies and other survivors. and then there’s the people, like this newcomer, who has no idea what’s happening around her. murphy thinks that this is off to a good start, especially since he doesn’t know her story or where she fits in at his sanctuary. ❛ i hope the food was good for you. we’re low on a few things but i will have my blends see to getting more.❜

starter | @klbygirl

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    with each trudge of steps he takes there’s the sound of someone saying keep up, old man, in a way that has him rolling his eyes and twirling his cane sword expertly within his grasp. she wants to show him something she thinks he’ll like since they’ve been traveling together for quite some time now and neither of them have tried to kill each other yet. ❛ yeah, yeah, i’m coming.❜  picking up the pace, murphy matches abby’s strides, squinting against the afternoon sunlight.  ❛ how much further to this mystery place anyway?❜

starter | @coincount

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    when he allowed her into murphytown, the last thing he was expecting was the rather weird way she took to his blends. yeah, yeah, murphy is aware that not many humans knew they were half mindless zombies that he could control with his mind -- save that for another story when the world gets a bit more bleaker. either she had noticed they were still mostly human, noticed the bitemarks on their cheeks, or simply rather not say anything that would ruin safety and shelter because her stance in his office is off. did she have questions? was it about the blends or rather, why murphy was such an odd man to begin with? he’d rather not know which but she was bound to say something sooner or later. ❛ what do you want?❜

starter | @deepwcb

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   she’s staring at him but not in the way that would make murphy retort something rude about it like he’d have done if it was 10k or some other child. he knows what she’s staring at, no doubt the white hair and stubble stands out a lot more than the blue patch of skin covering one side of his face. who would think he’s the damn savior of the human race? when she comes closer, murphy scoots over out of habit and eyes her cautiously, noting the rather innocence still lingering in her gaze. ❛ it’s not polite to stare, kid.❜  there’s an edge to his tone yet without malice. perhaps she was sent over to see how well the odd newcomer would react towards children or perhaps she was just bold and brave to come introduce herself.

starter | @receivd

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    there’s a niceness within the walls of alexandria that murphy can’t really place as a familiar feeling. even after all his antics at murphytown and the bullshit zona spat out with their lies and false smiles, he can’t seem to tell if the people behind these walls are genuinely happy and trying to restart their lives or just faking it till they make it. a close eye is always kept on the townies because murphy knows full well that there could be survivors that know who and what he is, ready to blabber it out at any moment. however, it’s been three weeks and eric is the only one who has been kind enough to invite him over for dinner -- well, this is not the first invitation but the first time the older man agreed to joining him. ❛ i hope you’re not a perfectionist when it comes to cooking because i am a horrible chef.❜

starter | @abject