this job … we try to save as many people as we can. sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody. but if we can’t find a way to live with that, next time … maybe nobody gets saved.
secret santa here! Hope you're having a lovely day! be on the lookout for something from me in the week!
ahhhh hello sweetness !! i’ve had a pretty good day thank you, i hope you’re having a wonderful day too uwu. and !!! im so excite omg, you’re the most precious.
peeks in hi hello i am here, sorry for disappearing for a bit aH. but ! have this STARTER CALL, my loves. turn the heart red if you'd like something from rick uwu.
eyes widened, his beautiful baby girl held in the arms of the man he deemed as nothing but pure EVIL -- he wasn't even supposed to know about her, rick was supposed to keep her SAFE, even if none of them could guarantee their own safety. head shook, stepping closer towards the place he now called home, the place where NEGAN now sat upon the porch, judith held in his arms. his stomach dropped, especially since she wasn't fussing, she wasn't even crying ; if anything, he could hear her quiet coo's -- oh if only she knew what a MONSTER he was, if only her innocent mind understand how horrific this man truly was, the one who spoke to her as if he were pure sunshine, as if he hadn't done a damn thing wrong ; rick now unable to shift the obvious nausea from the pit of his stomach.
❝ you leave her alone, y-you -- ❞ FEAR ; it etched into his veins like cement, permanently evident whenever negan was around, and now more so that judith was involved -- how was this remotely close to keeping her safe ? ❝ ... don't -- d-don't hurt her, she's just -- she's just a baby ... ❞
@hctdiggity / starter just cause ily.
this job … we try to save as many people as we can. sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody. but if we can’t find a way to live with that, next time … maybe nobody gets saved.
Your secret santa here! I hope you're having a lovely day! I do have a question for you, what inspires you to write rick?
hello my lovely secret santa !! i’m having a pretty good day thank u, i hope you’re having a lovely day too. but with rick, he’s been my fave since i started watching twd, i love how much he’s changed and transformed as a character ; and how even now, seven seasons later we’re still seeing different sides to him and it honestly just makes me hella grimes trash, oop. i love being able to write him like that though, like in all these different headspaces and aspects of him as a character. i just really love rick grimes ok, he makes me v emotional and 99.9% of the time i wanna wrap him up in blankets, pet his head and tell him it’ll be ok.
sooooo ; i woke up this morning just shy of my two month anniversary to 1000 followers & i’m honestly so mind-blown ?? i’ve been roleplaying for a long while, in many different fandoms, but honestly, i’ve never felt so accepted & loved as i have than with negan & i legit have ALL YOU GUYS to thank for that. me & negan wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you & i’m so damn grateful, you have no idea. i was planning on doing a bias list but considering i already did that last month for 500 followers ?? i’ve decided to do a small ICON GIVEAWAY. nothing fancy i know, but icons are about the only thing i feel i can decently offer you fabulous folk lmao.
examples –
PRIZES FOR RANDOMLY SELECTED WINNERS: first prize —- 150 icons of your chosen FC ; second prize —- 100 icons of your chosen FC ; third prize —- 50 icons of your chosen FC ( PSD can be included among all prizes )
RULES: must be following me, ofc / don’t unfollow after the prize ends, you will be blocked ‘cos gross / only reblogs count & reblog as much as you want !! just don’t spam ur followers / must get to 20notes in order for giveaway to even happen~
GIVEAWAY ENDS 20TH DECEMBER ‘16 / GOOD LUCK !! ♡ ♡
@ingriimes 💔’d for a starter
Blood drips down from the top of his forehead as he stares at the stranger, BRUISED KNEECAPS and BROKEN GLASS embedded into his forearms, cheek and he’s pretty sure he’s got a BROKEN ARM but he can’t tell because of the ADRENALINE coursing through his veins.
“That’s-that’s not my NAME.” It’s weakly said with a shaky voice trying to be FIRM and BRAVE, but he’s not sure that he can sound any of those things anymore now that’s he’s BLOODIED and BROKEN like this. He can’t even go a full WEEK without getting himself hurt or in some kind of mess, pitiful.
the only thing that rick could currently see infront of him was his son, beaten and bloodied, bruised and evidently in pain -- yet an attempt to reach out and help him had been stopped in its tracks as protests spilled from the opposing ; that wasn't his name ? brows furrowed in confusion, heart racing since all he wanted to do was HELP, he just wanted to make sure that he was okay, yet he couldn't understand fully what was going on here.
❝ wh-what do you mean ? did you hit your head ? you know who i am, right ? ❞ now the worry was truly setting in, rick believing that this was CARL standing infront of him, with no recollection of who he was or even who his own self was -- completely unaware that this infact, wasn't even his son at all, but with his panic and concern, it was all he could see.
❛ GOD DAMN if that lie ain’t going straight to my motherfucking soul !! ❜ argue perhaps, if negan even has one anymore. ❛ c’mon, rick. ain’t like you to be DISHONEST, riiiight & i don’t want my FAVORITE —- crap … wait, second favorite, grimes falling to the fucking curse of Pinocchio. that shit ain’t damn attractive !! ❜
❝ only thing i'm crazy about is -- ❞ ( killing you ) he knew better than to stray back into that territory, last time he had threatened negan like that, he was almost forced to chop his own sons arm off, there was no way he was putting him through that again. head shook slightly, tongue bit down upon as a slight growl escaped his lips. ❝ don't care who you wanna mark as your favorites, just do what you gotta do and get the hell outta my face. ❞
the grief and sorrow is there, hanging like a dark cloud over both their heads. maggie is a child who lost her parent, and rick is a parent who lost both his children. carl, at least, could very well have gotten out on his own, if not with someone else. but judith — she doesn’t even want to consider what could have happened to the sweet little girl they’ve all come to consider their own. her heart aches for rick and for herself as well. her father is dead, and she has no clue where glenn and beth are. it seems as though they’ve been on the road for days, constantly alternating between walking and running. few words have been exchanged since they made it out of the prison, though it’s not for lack of trying. there are so many things maggie would like to say to this man, this great man who has always taken care of her and her family, but she can’t seem to get any of them out.
it’s beginning to get dark outside when she finally calls out to him. ‘ rick. ’ with the darkness comes a slight chill that has her folding her arms across her chest in an effort stay warm. ‘ we should try an’ find somewhere to stay tonight. outside or inside, it doesn’t matter. but we both could use the rest. ’
@ingriimes.
things had gotten so far out of hand that rick wasn't even sure how he was supposed to come back from it. he had lost everything, carl ... judith -- they were both gone, he had no idea where they were, whether they were dead or alive, if they were lost or with others from the group ; there was no way of knowing unless he was able to find them, and he'd never stop until he did just that. maggie had been the only one that had found her way out of the prison with him, the two sticking by one anothers side through the horrifying aftermath, both of them having lost those close to them and in all honesty, the only way he was even slightly coping right now, was all because of her being right here with him. hearing her say his name caused him to stop, turning to face her as he noticed her attempt to keep warm, an action that instantly prompted him to walk towards her, one arm tightly wrapping around her shoulder from the side as he pulled her close to him ; they needed to stay together, no matter what.
❝ i think there's some houses not to far down the road, we could clear it and spend the night there ... get some rest and get back on the move in the morning ? you be up for that ? ❞
@ingriimes | continued from here
michonne reaches out slowly, hesitant to touch him lest he fall apart under her hand. he’s been strong for so long but it seems like he’s bound to BREAK at any second. she laces her fingers through his, squeezes gently. there’s no getting back what he’d lost, she knew. glenn was dead. abraham was dead and all the vengeance in the world wouldn’t fix that. she knows she’s no good at problems she can’t swing a sword at, but she tries. for rick, she’s got to. “-we…” she stops, takes a deep breath, starts over. “ we have to live,” she says, voice slow and measured, glenn’s words echoing in her ears. “ because they don’t get to.”
feeling her hand in his own instantly brought a wave of calm over him, allowing his fingers to curl around her own in return as a soft yet shaken sigh streamed from his lips. nodding his head, he knew that she was right, that they had to keep going for the sake of those who no longer could, they had to keep fighting to keep eachother safe and alive. blue orbs gazed up towards michonne, feeling a little less alone whenever she was right here at his side. ❝ i know ... and we will. i don't know if there's a way outta this, but -- i'll find it if there is, WE'LL find it. ❞
when it came to negan, rick knew by now that he wasn't exactly one to be messed around with, he wasn't someone to call out on a bluff and he most certainly wasn't one to try and go toe to toe with unless you knew you were the one getting out alive. yet, for the first time in a while, rick had had enough of merely laying down and showing his belly, he was tired of willingly doing whatever the hell negan wanted from him and thus, he had stood his ground in the heat of the moment and essentially told the opposing male that if he wanted him to do something ? he'd have to physically MAKE him do it. despite his exterior of standing up for himself and becoming defensive, rick couldn't deny that his heart was pounding within confines of his chest, nerves were surging throughout his veins like wildfire and shivers tingled down his spine, especially as the gap between the two was now entirely bridged. but he still refused to back down, lump in his throat swallowed as he took a short breath, blue orbs glaring back towards negan.
❝ ---------- you want me to do your dirty work, then MAKE ME. ❞
@hctdiggity // continued.
‘ … rick. open the gate. ’ // @ingriimes.
as soon as he heard her voice, there was no hesitation, gate pulled open to allow her to come back inside. ❝ ... where did you go ? are you okay ? ❞
brows furrowed towards dimitri as he noticed him headed for the gates with the rucksack upon his frame -- surely he wasn't leaving, he had to have known the risks and the DANGERS of walking out from the safety of alexandria and into the world where there was no semblance of protection left. stopping what he was doing, rick then walked towards the younger with confusion and concern etched upon his features ; there was no way he would let him leave, he couldn't allow himself to simply watch as someone he cared about took off, never to know if he was even still alive, or whether the dead had gotten to him. ❝ ... where you off to with all your stuff, huh ? hope you ain't plannin' on leavin', dimitri, it ain't safe out there. ❞ soft sigh escaped his lips as he spoke, worry coursing throughout his veins like wildfire since he couldn't help but wonder what had suddenly caused him to decide it was time to up and leave. ❝ what's goin' on ? talk to me. ❞
@acccptme // continued.
