﹙ whiskey———tinted hues remained intact, as if 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑑 into looking up at her. if negan wasn’t *trying not to laugh, one might’ve assumed ordination came sincere in its execution. ﹚
y’look 𝔣uckin’ awesome.
“Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I'll shoot you dead as quick as I'll lend a hand."
•— Rick Grimes —•
⟨ New to character/Veteran writer
⟨ Mature themes 25+
⟨ Usually descriptive. RPs on TL only
⟨ NOT Andrew Lincoln!
“I'm not a hero, but I try.”
Welcome to the character portrayal of Negan Smith.
Based on #TheWalkingDead franchise.
Straight and Mature Content.
Ships on Chemistry. Single Ship.
DMs are strictly for plotting SLs only.
Penned by #Auzzie.
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maggie stopped in her tracks once she was close enough, her arms folded over her chest. her tired eyes glanced up at her, the smallest smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
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another.
“I see no need for you to pretend that you’re all right,” Carol murmured when Maggie approached her.
Carol smiled for an instant – weary yet comprehending in one go. “The question here… is for how long are you going to carry it on your own?”
﹙ form slowly lowering, reaching her height ﹠ 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤———knees to the floor, never taking his eyes off of her.﹚
for a dare, 'ts super 𝖋uckin' 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵. if i didn't know you, i'd expect *more.