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people who think a zombie apocalypse would be cool

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Happy 29th Birthday Emily Rebecca Kinney ♥ (August 13, 1985)

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~forgive my absence, gang, I've been temporarily busy beating the assassins creed games as of late. With the help of my two-handed boyfriend, of course. 

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negan meets tumblr pt. 1

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season 5 spoilers

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"Fuck, kiddo," Negan plopped down on the edge of the wall and took out a lighter and pack of cigarettes.

"You smoke?... 'Course you don't!" He laughed, lighting up the black bar between his lips. Not Negan's brand, but beggars can't be royal fucking pains.

"I'll be brusque here, Carl Grimes, I'm fucking hurt that there needs to be some grandiose, infinite, aligned-in-the-goddamn-stars, reason for me to come see my favorite little mongrel."

The older man blew smoke from his nose, not coughing despite the familiar acidic burn it sent down his weathered throat. He looked up at the boy and smirked,

"Do I look like a guy who has plans, Carl? Does it look like I scheme, to you?-" Negan leaned in close, mouth near the toe of the boy's boot, "-I'll tell you a secret, boy, every mornin' I get up not planning breakfast, because I can't guarantee I'll live long enough to walk down the stairs and get it."

He raised his eyebrows and gave Carl an oddly coquettish look. Negan then looked out over the vast expanse.

"You live in a life like this? Where things that look like they came from the far corners a hell hunt you down for blood? You ain't plannin' nothin'." Negan stubbed out his smoke and hopped up, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"So, why am I really here, kid?"  

The New World Order(Negan and Carl){closed}

{ Who was he kidding? His mind wandered and if it wasn’t for the voice that was so loud behind him, he would of missed the cue all together. His head snapped towards the sound, hues narrowed on the man that was so confident that he walked up without any concern. No one seemed to be expecting it, Carl included. And there was slight uneasy feeling that made home in the center of the brunets chest.

Those blue hues eyed Negan without a reply to his greeting. If he called that a greeting. And with slight shift of slender fingers on his rifle, he peered up at the other from under the brim of his hat. Features etched in stone with optics to match. }

      ❝ What do you want? ❞

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- Sincerely the mun.

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"We always think there's gonna be more time. Then it runs out." (insp.)

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Finally back from hiatus

After being moved into my new apt. for a good five days now, I've gotten the internet and desktop set up. :)

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Rick Grimes season 1: “we dont kill the living.”

Rick Grimes season 4: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Semi-Hiatus

Hey guys, I hate to do this, but I have to go on a bit of a semi-hiatus for a few days. Tomorrow I am moving 1500 miles away to Florida(from Connecticut) and it will take a few days to get wifi in my apartment. I will still be lurking on mobile so asks are always welcome! :) G'night guys!  

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"Rick Grimes!" Negan shook the younger man's hand furiously.

"How the fuck are ya'?"

"Trust you? I don’t even know you!"

"Good call! I wouldn’t fucking trust me either, cowboy!" 

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"hey i drew your favorite character/OC, but it sucks so —"

LET ME SEE IT RIGHT NOW AND I WILL LOVE IT

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Negan laughed, his whole body shaking, he rested the body of a wooden Louisville Slugger against his shoulder.

"How observant of you. Name’s Negan, much obliged!" Negan stuck out his hand towards the other man.

"Trust you? I don’t even know you!"

"Good call! I wouldn’t fucking trust me either, cowboy!" 

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That look…