remaking addy due to wanting a fresh start. i maybe on here to liveblog the walking dead when it comes on. you can find me on sk*pe if you want to talk at zwhacked. i hope everyone has a great day! c:

                           Leather clad arms GINGERLY lift the edge of a car up EASILY like picking up a empty box and he scoots it away and off of the curb –– bending over to pick up a empty firearm and turn it over in his hands.                  How wasteful to throw away an expensive weapon just                               because you ran out of rounds. Typical.                               Mercer thinks, dropping the gun again carelessly with an echoing thud ( he doesn’t CARE about the noise; self assured that he can take on anything that is ROUSED by the noise ), marking it as a waste of time. Occasionally he will find an abandoned M16 rifle with bullets still in it, from time to time using weapons is good fun to Alex, things get MONOTONOUS when done by hand. It’s amusing how bored he gets of his own strength. The virus was not expecting anyone to be in this area –– anyone ALIVE, that is.

  addy was nothing if not a survivor, though she hadn’t always been that way. she should’ve died, as people with a softer heart seldom survive this hellish nightmare. this waking dream where people have devolved into monsters, it is horror movie turned real and she was surviving. not necessarily thriving, but the only things that did anymore are anything but human. truthfully, the extinction of humanity was... disheartening. the only reason she forced herself to carry on was hope, hope for something better.   that something better was a human, at least he appeared human. he was holding a gun, which proved he had more motor skills than the infected. she doesn’t lower her bat as those large eyes of her’s look inquisitively to the armed male. there’s a silent sigh of relief at the fact that she was dealing with someone else. for so long she’s been only hearing the ghostly whispers of others, a voice outside her head was a relief.         ❛ you looking for supplies too? ❜  

i come onto the dash at the strangest moments.

gonna finish the rest of my starters + replies later. hopping over here for a bit.

@zwhacking || continued

A small smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. Of course, he didn’t actually mind being her footrest, but he wasn’t going to stop himself from calling her out on it. In the back of his mind nested a nagging concern— what if they suddenly needed to jump up and fight or run?— but he pushed the thought further away. They both needed to relax after the day they’d had.

        ❝ Hmm. Count yourself lucky. You’re the only one who gets to find me comfortable. ❞

  addy didn’t expect anything less than that of dru, even as the faint smile had formed at the corner of his mouth. if he genuinely had a problem with it, he’d have made it all too apparent by now. so she settles in, for once feeling at absolute ease which was such a unique feeling in and of itself. his words causing laughter that she didn’t even try to bother stifling. she can’t fight the smile that seems to stay on her face.     ❛ i’m not taking it for granted, believe me. ❜

debating about making ‘hungry face’ by mogwai addy’s autoplay. the song gives me such??? addy vibes???

    “ No.”                 But that would result in the                 loss of more men.

                           “ Well- ”                                  she could get killed.

         “ You’re not leavin’ my sight, Carver. ”  That answer was simple enough. He had to keep an eye on her, it was a given. “ I’m not letitn’ you, you go you’re just as fucked as everyone else, you stay, we’re just a sfucked as we’ve been the past few incidents. There’s not winnin’ and either way we have weak spots.”A primary one being you. “ You’re useful and I’m not puttin’ out my secret weapon for the dogs. That’s stupid.”

  there’s a moment’s irritation that lights up her face like a flare, but it’s gone as quickly as it arrives. at this point, she knows not to question him further on the matter. blue eyes glance from him to the horizon, her grip on the metal bat tightening and loosening a few times. her jaw tightens for a moment before glancing up to him once more, brow raised.     ❛ so what’s the plan then?  ❜

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Visitors to the church had increased in recent weeks. With faith in Rick had come faith in general. People were thinking positively, and sharing that with Gabriel and God. Prayers were all hopeful and thankful, and Gabriel could not go a single day without being reminded how he’d gone out to face the herd of walkers too.

As comfortable as he was becoming with a weapon now, Gabriel was still a priest and he would never abandon his church completely. It was important that he get to know the regular faces and names that visited - so he could become the father he was supposed to be once again. These people would not be abandoned or shut out by Gabriel.

Only, there were still faces that Gabriel did not recognize as regular. They’d come and go when services were on, and some he’d never seen step foot within his church. If they did, it was not with the intention of prayer.

“Can I help you?” he asked with a smile as the woman stepped through the doorway. Hers was not a face he’d seen in the church before, but she was familiar enough from town meetings and daily errands. “Might you be a new addition to the church…?” his tone was hopeful, as it always was when it come to welcoming people into his faith.