stop killing carol’s children 2k19
oh god it’s going to be henry’s or ezekiel’s head on a stick im gonna be sick
LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER KELLY MAKING UP WITH HER SISTER AND TALKING ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS IM SO HAPPY
they really be introducing these cute characters just to kill them off???
okay but remember when the dead could pick up objects, climb fences, break windows with rocks, turn door handles, and run?? because im rewatching season 1 and holy f*ck thats scary as hell
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They were wiling to fight and die for you. You inspire them.
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she feels the thin coat of sweat begin drying on her forehead. as he lowers the gun, she feels no ease lifted rather increased. there’s no trust gained in his careful offers, nor questionable concern. why should he care if she walks into marshland ?? though it does worry her, worry her that she’s gone too far – there had been no sign of marshland on their initial survey of the area. then again, they hadn’t gone too far. maybe she should meet Theo in the middle – go upstream.
“ I don’t have a gun, and I’m not stupid enough to think I could get close enough to TRY anything. ” she speaks perhaps a tad too blunt, but she sheathes her knife in good faith. it wouldn’t do to get the child with him upset – cries would draw everything and the DEAD didn’t need a beacon right now. “ I shouldn’t, really. it wouldn’t be right. I – I appreciate it but I have my own food. ”
the banter was something alex was surprised to hear. it was strangely refreshing. ronan was so young that his arguments were almost nonexistent and alex had gone months, maybe years, without hearing a voice challenge him. he had almost forgotten what it sounded like. dark gaze watched her knife returned to its sheath and flicked over her small frame. she had her own food, perhaps, but the river had more than either of them could deplete.
“ well, if you’re sure. ” alex was careful to keep his tone neutral. if he pushed too hard, she was sure to run. alex would have done the same in her shoes. “ i caught a few too many. normally i’d leave them for morning, but if you were hungry now... ” the string of fish lay in the pool at his feet. “i could cook you some to take with you. for your friends. there’s plenty to go around. ”
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He got it, he really did. People were untrusting in general,and people with kids had every reason to be incredibly skeptical. Still, didn’tmake the ongoing pointing of the gun at him any easier. Nervous people mademistakes, and the very last thing he wanted to do was take that gun away fromhim in front of the kid – but he wasn’t getting shot because the guy was onedge. “Can you not point that at me, please? I don’t want this to escalate anymore than it has to…” Understatement. “And yeah, I’m clean. Where I come fromwe have water and food – places for people to sleep. But they don’t take kindlyto people pointing guns at them either.”
Please. The man said please in a world like this. Alex couldn’t remember the last time he had heard that word. Hell, he didn’t know if his son knew what that word meant. Thank you, Mahalo, those Ronan knew, but please? His weapon dipped lower until the only thing Alex was aiming at was the earth. He could still bring the gun up into shooting range in a fraction of a second if needed, but his posture grew less tense, releasing his son’s hand to card careful fingers through the boy’s blond strands. “Then why would you be out here?” His tone was careful, cautious. “If you have all you need, why risk leaving?”
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY , BABY GIRL !or at least a close approximation . although her exact date of birth could never be precisely narrowed down , the day gracie entered their lives had always felt like a reasonable excuse to celebrate ; && on that day of celebration , the little princess got whatever she wanted … within reasonon her eight year , the ‘ within reason ’ request was a trip OUTSIDE the walls , && the promise of at least trying to find a REAL pair of skates .
there were arguments over WHO would be taking gracie && WHERE they would be going , but when all was said && done things were figured out ; eric would be the one lucky enough to accompany her , && an old DICK’S SPORTING GOODS would be their goal . the building had been scavenged ( thanks , heath ! ) years before , but the survival supplies which were gathered at the time hadn’t included recreational footwear .
checked over once , twice , && three times just to be safe , by the time gracie raleigh came bouncing through the front doors , there wasn’t a doubt in her father’s mind that they were alone&& that may have been true , at first , but half way through trying on her third pair of skates the sound of footsteps caused eric to turn , gun quickly aimed at a pair who looked JUST AS SURPRISED to see him as he was to see them . ❝ GRACE , skates off❞ he instructed , a protective arm automatically trying to PUSH her out of view .
gauging that his response may have been a little too swift , eric lowered his weapon , a hesitant smile offered to the two strangers . ❝ sorry about that , you caught me off guard …. ❞
it was both a surprise and a blessing that the store was still so well stocked. sure, ‘dicks’ had fallen on hard times over the years. the roof had caved in a few areas and any sort of food or perishables were long gone, but as for equipment or clothing, there were still some gems to be found. alex had scoped out the building all morning. there was no evidence that the building was used frequently. grass and other vegetation had grown up around the windows and back doors - alex hadn’t gone near the front. the area was too exposed for his tastes - and broken out windows revealed no sign of the dead.
still, alex had ronan at his back as they crept inside. there were children’s shoes near the front and ronan desperately needed a new pair of boots. ronan knew how much of a struggle it sometimes was to find him new clothes or adequate shoes. hell, alex hadn’t known his son had outgrown his last pair until he had caught ronan slashing out the toe and heel and resowing it himself to give his feet a few more precious millimeters.
but as cautious as alex had been, he hadn’t prepared to stumble upon another scavenger and their daughter.
his hand shot out, spayed across ronan’s chest with a quickly hissed ‘noho mālie’ for him to stay quiet as he pushed the boy behind him. knife in his grasp was met with the level aim of a gun and a man mirroring his reaction of shielding their children from the other. but when the gun dipped low and a smile graced the man’s features, alex slowly lowered his own weapon. “ likewise. ” dark eyes appraised them, head to toe for the father and just sparing a quick glance at the presumed daughter to check that she wasn’t aiming something equally dangerous at his head. he hadn’t expected to find a relatively clean child with skates cradled in her grasp.
“ we only came for a pair of boots. had i known anyone else was inside, we would have moved on. ” or come at another time; alex alone, ronan tucked away safely in a tree hammock somewhere. it was hard to see ronan and not remember him as the helpless toddler alex had found so many years ago. he just wanted to keep his son safe. “ we don’t want any trouble. ”
holy fucking shit that scene tho
BABY JUDITH IM SCREAMING LOOK AT THAT CUTIE
I CALLED IT JUDITH AND GRACIE ARE BFFS
y’ALL BEST BE LEAVING BABY JUDY TF ALONE
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Crystal blues fixated onto the male, flicking between himself and who he assumed was his son as the soles of his combat boots brushed against dirt. “A gated community?” The fences that shaped the proximity of what his father claimed to be his land. A way around the community he created but the fellow survivor, the stranger, setting foot onto their property. “We ain’t so fond of trespassers, partner.” His head nodding in the direction of his militia members, their rifles in hand as they as they were instructed. “Come on, see what the old man has to say about this.” The comment about their belongings, what was assumed would be taken from them, left for his mind to wonder.
“Fences are everywhere.” Alex’s voice was calm but firm. “That doesn’t guarantee anyone is home.” It had been before dawn when Alex had approached with Ronan in tow, visibility too poor to notice dark shapes moving to intercept their path. Straying into another group’s territory was just about the last thing Alex had intended to do. Yet here he was. Dark gaze flicked between the armed men and back to the one who had first spoken as he smoothed a silent hand down his son’s back. The boy was still blissfully asleep with his head on Alex’s shoulder and face tucked into his neck. “... I think it would be best if we were just on our way and wrote this off as a simple misunderstanding. There’s no need to bring anyone else into this.”
