i need a map but not the destination.

throw sasha @ me

EMOTIONS ARE HIGH IN THE WAKE OF THEIR VICTORY   against the herd, gratitude mixed with remnants of fear    —-    and michonne’s chest has been aching since the moment carl’s wounded face met her eyes, an image she doesn’t think will ever leave her mind.   there’s a sensitivity that follows, a vulnerability that she hasn’t felt since her own son, and despite how worried her attachment to carl makes her, she’s not  ASHAMED  of it.   he may be alright, but she’s scared for him, for how he’ll recover, for how rick will recover.   though, they hadn’t been the only ones met with gut-wrenching fear.

         the three had waited a few hours before explaining their run in with the group of bikers    —-    a technical near-death experience, and michonne had found herself conversing with sasha more than anyone, settled on the stoop of the infirmary, awaiting any word of carl’s condition.   at the words, she can’t help but look up, eyes widened ever so slightly.   it hadn’t been expected    ;    one of those things that’s already known despite it never being said.   these people are michonne’s family, no matter what, and she doesn’t need to hear it to know that she is loved    —-    but it means a lot, especially coming from sasha.   especially after everything she’d lost.   michonne knows how difficult it is to allow love in when all it ever seems to bring is pain.   offering a small, breathless smile, she nods once.

         ‘   i know,   ’     she says, whispers, hand reaching out to rest over sasha’s own,     ‘   me, too.   ’

 a  stranger  with  a  gun  on  her  and  a  gun  on  abraham,  a  stranger  changing  his  mind  like  a  pendulum  swings  BACK  AND  FORTH  in  a  GRANDFATHER  CLOCK,  tick,  tock,  and  her  life  in  the  balance.    i’m  not  gonna  kill  you  ---  YES,  I  AM,  and  the  way  her  heart  jumped  up  into  her  throat!    took  her  most  of  the  drive  home  to  realize  that  she  wasn’t  scared  for  ABRAHAM,  that  it  wasn’t  a  DEEPLY  SEATED  FEAR  OF  FURTHER  LOSS,  but  something  more  instinctual.    once  everything  had  settled  she  approached  maggie  first,  the  shape  of  her  heart  still  lingering  in  her  throat,  choking  off  her  breath  ---  I  THINK  I  WANT  TO  LIVE.  

 i  love  you.    when  she  holds  the  words  in  her  mind  they’re  spoken  in  HER  BROTHER’S  VOICE.    she  never  told  bob  ---  should’ve,  she  would’ve  meant  it,  but  it’s  hard  for  her,  was  hard  for  her  even  before  all  of  this.    god,  she  can’t  remember  the  last  time  ---  she’s  sure  it  was  ADDRESSED  TO  TYREESE  ( something  she  suspects  she  and  michonne  may  have  in  common )   but  god,  GOD,  for  all  the  space  he  still  occupies  in  her,  she  can’t  remember.  

     ❛  PEOPLE  KIND  of  underestimate  me  all  the  time.  ❜  she  pauses,  but  only  to  be  able  to  pull  the  knife  out  of  the  knife-sized  hole  she  made  in  the  decaying  corpse’s  head  on  the  ground.  she  busies  herself  with  wiping  it  clean  on  her  jeans  as  clementine  looks  up  at  sasha  and  finishes  what  she  was  saying  —  ❛  it’s  annoying,  but  it’s  also  kinda  USEFUL.  i  mean,  if  they  try  to  mess  with  me,  they’ll    regret  it.  ❜

⁽  ?  ⁾  @inurest  ♥’d.

 he’s  heard  different  people  call  them  different  things.  ash  liked  the  word  ‘  goons  ’.  bobby  called  them  biters  for  a  while,  then  walkers,  after  he’d  come down  through  kentucky  and  georgia.  dean  called  them  dumbasses  a  few  times,  on  account  of  how  painfully  unintelligent  they  were.  walt  and  roy  called  them  ugly  fuckers,  before  pushing  sam  into  rotting  arms.  he’d  felt  the  teeth  SINK  into  his  back,  and  heard  the  pop  of  dean’s  gun,  and  the  fear  that  crackled  betwixt  the  two  of  them–that  was  years  ago,  but  it  STILL  haunts  him,  still  keeps  him  moving.  sam’s  arms  settle  a  beat  after  her  gun  drops  from  it’s  target,  a  breath  huffing  from  his  teeth.  he  doesn’t  intend  on  pulling  his  unless  they  manage  to  get  pinned  in  by  a  lurker–and  that’s  only  if  he  has  to.  the  less  noise,  the  better.  her  warning  makes  sam  lift  his  brows.  that  kind  of  distrust  leaves  a  sour  taste  in  his  mouth.  like  he’d  ever  hurt  a  person  who  didn’t  hurt  him,  or  his  brother–there’s  no  reason.  it’s  wrong.  doesn’t  matter  how  the  world  has  changed.  he  still  has  morals.  being  a  decent  human  being  is  part  of  that.

 if  i  wanted  to  shoot  you,  i’d  have  done  it  already,  he  thinks,  though  decides  to  keep  it  to  himself.  that  wouldn’t  do  ANYTHING  to  make  her  relax.  it’d  just  make  her  angry,  he  bets. and  it’s  not  true–sam  wouldn’t  shoot  unless  she  gave  him  a  reason  to.  ‘  i’m  not  trying  to  hurt  you.  but,  i  get  it —  i’ve —  had  bad  run  ins  with  people  like  that.  these  couple  guys  who  i  thought  were  my  friends.  turns  out  they’re  not.  ‘  he  decides  not  to  elaborate.  she  doesn’t  want  to  hear  what  he’s  been  through —-  she  doesn’t  know  him.  

‘  uh.  sam.  ‘  he  doesn’t  offer  up  a  surname.  in  a  world  like  this,  he’s  sure  “winchester”  is  just  going  to  merit  a   ‘  like  the  gun?  ‘  as  it  usually does.  she  doesn’t  seem  like  the  type  to  care,  either.   ‘  my  brother’s  dean.  ‘  he  only  says  as  much  because  if  his  brother  gets  worried,  he’ll  come  probing — and  probably  stick  a  gun  in  her  face.  

 “ yeah.    we  all  BEEN  THROUGH  THE  SAME  SHIT. ”        god,  she  hates  strangers.    she  can  handle  the  ones  rick  brings  back  to  the  prison,  or  michonne,  or  even  daryl    ( who  she  sees  as  something  of  a  LOOSE  CANNON,  a  wild  card,  but  easily  as  suspicious  as  she  is )   ---  they’ve  asked  them  the  questions,  she  knows,  and  she  trusts  their  judgement.    they  haven’t  brought  back  a  BAD  SEED  yet,  and  that  army  doctor  they  picked  up,  bob,  seems  like  a  stand--up  guy,  sweet,  if  naive,  unusually  good  for  a  chat  in  a  world  like  this.    but  strangers,  STRANGER  OUT  IN  THE  WORLD,  not  yet  vetted  by  someone  whose  decisions  she’ll  stand  behind  ---  she  doesn’t  always  trust  her  own  judgment.    better  to  air  on  the  side  of  caution,  always,  answer  no  even  when  her  gut  says  yes.  safer,  maybe. 

 ty  thinks  otherwise.    AIN’T  NO  WAY  TO  LIVE,  sash.    people  are  what  matters,  sash,  now  more’n  ever.    we  gotta  watch  out  for  each  other.    all  kindness,  her  brother.    ALL  LOVE. 

 “ sam. i’m  sasha. ”        her  daddy  drilled  all  kinds  of  good,  strong  manners  into  her  head  when  she  was  younger.    you  know  how  you  is,  sasha.    gotta  work  TWICE  AS  HARD  to  get  HALF  AS  MUCH  RESPECT.    you  look  a  man  in  the  eyes  when  you  meet  him  ---  you  give  your  full  name,  declare  allegiance.    you  shake  his  hand  firm  and  strong  and  you  stand  up  right  straight,  you  MAKE  SURE  HE  KNOWS  you  ain’t  the  type  of  girl  to  be  TRIFLED  WITH.    she  rests  her  weight  heavy  on  her  left  foot,  keeps  her  arms  at  her  sides.    her  eyes  flick  down  to  his  hand,  the  gun  at  his  hip,  once,  twice  ---  she  sees  the  former  so  much  as  twitch  towards  the  latter,  and  SHE’S  DONE.        “ my  brother’s  TYREESE.    he’s  around. ”        will  everything  she  say  present  a  veiled  threat?    my  brother,  MY  BROTHER  ---  big  strong  hulking  man,  he’s  around,  and  since  we  were  kids  he  never  even  liked  to  kill  spiders,  made  me  get  a  glass  to  trap  them,  but  i  ain’t  saying  that,  and  you,  BIG  WHITE  BOY,  you  wouldn’t  know  it  to  look  at  him  ---  he’s  around  but  i  think  i  could  put  you  on  the  ground  just  as  easy.    big  white  boy  DON’T  SCARE ME.

kmplayer does it. play the file, it’ll screencap the entire movie. you can adjust the settings by what file format it’s in and how many caps you want, etc.

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‘  they’re  fucking  stupid.  ‘  

 vulgarity  tumbles  from  betwixt  his  teeth  without  second  thought.  it’s  nothing  to  him,  nothing  compared  to  spitting  gore  and  rot,  nothing  in  light  of  loss.  just  words.  but  they’re  bitter  and   sharp,  all  the  same.  he  looks  up  at  her,  jaw  tightening.  he’s  not  surprised  it’s  her  job  to  do  this –  at  least,  in  this  moment.  the  redressing  is  ALWAYS  the  worst  part.  denise  is  preoccupied, rick  has  his  hands  full — it  doesn’t  bother  carl,  but  he’s  upset  on  her  behalf.  it’s  ugly.  it  makes  people  flinch.

‘  we’re  not  safe  here.  no  matter  what  my  dad  says.  this  isn’t  safe.  ‘ 

 her  hands  work  with  easy,  detached  expertise,  setting  aside  the  used  bandaging,  reaching  for  the  rolled  gauze.    she's  seen  MUCH  WORSE,  even  before  all  this  began  ---  charred  and  baking  flesh,  bubbling  bodies,  but  rarely  on  one  so  young.    get  the  kids  out  first.    TINY  BODIES,  YOUNG  LUNGS.    then  the  adults.    she  won’t  react,  lean  in  or  pull  back,  stare  or  look  away.    she  can  only  imagine  what  that  would  be  like  for  a  child,  to  see  people  ( PEOPLE  YOU  LOVE,  people  you  know )  recoil  from  you,  narrow  their  eyes  in  disgust. 

she’ll sit up, not even bothering to stop the sheet from slipping down her lithe frame ( there really was no point in being MODEST anymore. )    ❛       are you leaving ? ❜ it’s too early for her to worry about trying to sound aloof, the disappointment seeping into her words without obstruction.