SKULL FACED FUCK .

         𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓  /  curiosity , for what goodies rot beneath bandage ?       “ all there , huh ?       suppose your right ball there can’t say the same , can it , carl ? “       accident / purpose ; insensitivity latching upon amusement .       punishment due / favor in debt ; for negan seeks something specific in return .       bang , bang , cock-sucking bang !       fucking duck hunting season up in this bitch !       saviors / gun aimed , trigger pulled ; five ? six ? count lost second this skull faced fuck decided to go guns blazing !       “ hell , kid , been the most patient motherfucker , just waitin’ around to open grammy’s birthday present ! ”       arrogance spoken / weapon of choice ; lucille benched , words resembling that of bullets .       “ time to rip open the wrappin’ paper , carl . “

      𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 !      a phantom pain aching in his skull ,  a ring in his right ear that just wouldn’t stop echoing over  &  over again like sirens down streets that used to be populated by people , instead of the dead .    but it’s over—  it’s over .   jessie , ron , douglas .   they’re all fucking gone , and though he’s got one less eye , he isn’t .    he’s just broken , like the rest of them , only a bit moreso as the stares he gets within the walls he calls his home , jar him back into reality .   

         𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊  ,  he keeps his face bandaged—      that little song he sung , wavering on his tongue unlike how mother dearest sung it without a single quaver .             it was burned into the single retina he has left , that day , that so called mercy he was granted .       𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 !  he’d kill the man before him , for glenn , for maggie .  for his dad who couldn’t do it .   “ it’s all there , “ he spits out through grit teeth , brown iris peering up from beneath the brim of his stetson .

       𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 - 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 !       he’s an anomaly , as every breath he took , every second his rising and falling chest continued strong and unbeaten ,   threw   everything   they   knew   askew .   “  dad— “     the boy’s voice speaks from behind the man ,    approaching rick from the front door .      “ ...  are we gonna talk about ... it ? “          they had to ,  eventually .   how that bite on his abdomen has started to heal , to scab up , and would eventually scar .      how the fever broke , the sweat stopped , and sleep came usurping death .       it’d been some time since then , and what happened in that tunnel had stayed between them and those who were there , but still ...   they hadn’t talked about it .     they had to , though .     they had to talk sometime . 

            name   spoken   as   more   of   a   hopeful   prayer   than   looking   for   some   kind   of   response .     and   truthfully   he had not expected an answer ,    for the man on the wall before him was nothing like the   boy    that he known in what felt like a    previous  life .    PHYSICALLY   they were the same person ,   but already jeff grimes can tell that this world had     gotten  to  carl .   lump in his throat is swallowed ,    his first attempt at speaking hoarse and   unrecognizable ;     he  tries  again .       ❛   don’t    remember    your  favorite  uncle ?   ❜      even  on  death’s  doorstep he finds a way to be an   asshole .   gaze does not leave bandaged eye for some time ,   mind wandering to the   catastrophe   that had caused its need .    jeff stares ,   and in those shared grimes blues he prays that carl   remembers .

   𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄 ...    𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 , 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 .   there used to be a wind chime just like the one he heard now , on the front porch of the house carl , his dad , and his mom had called home .          one that he , and nick , would try and jump up to reach with little hands and rattle until they were scolded for all the ruckus .        those blue eyes , he can see them from where he stands above staring down at the man ,   and he knows them all too well ,   because they’re the same as his .           “ —   jeff ? “ 

his mouth goes dry !       and all those memories hit him like a wall , the wind chimes he thinks he hears , now sounding more like tires squealing on pavement as a car heads towards a crash .     it’s the fourth of july , then it’s thanksgiving , and finally christmas  before the squealing stops ...   all those times jeff was there with his own family ,    at first three and then two ,    rush back to him in the most painful way possible ,    as he looks down and notices the empty spot beside his uncle . 

              he   imagines   he’s   probably   looked   worse .      battered and covered in dirt and blood and   god  knows   what else :   stumbling to the   gates of heaven   to be greeted by a    kid  with  a  G U N .    a   kid   that immediately reminds him of   his own boy ,   shrouded in a halo of light for a moment he believes it may actually    be  nick .   hand raises ,   fingers weak ,   spread in the air in an attempt to show he’s   got  a  pulse .    feet  halt ,    neck finally ,    achingly   tilts up ,   eyes   squinting  in the light    &   he almost cannot believe what he   thinks   he sees .       ❛   —      carl ?   ❜

NAME      :      seph . AGE      :      twenty-two . PRONOUNS      :      he      /      him . ZODIAC   SIGN      :      gemini . TAKEN   OR   SINGLE      :      single but my cat owns my heart .   ( same becca , same )

three   facts      !

ONE      :    im from minnesota originally but got transplanted to savannah , georgia back in 2015 ... or 16 , man i can’t remember shit . TWO      :      i had a previous penname before seph , and wrote over at @hefights who to this day is one of the muses i’m most proud of , and is the muse i’ve written as for the longest out of all others . THREE      :    i have hydrocephalus , i had brain surgery two days before i turned fifteen , and have a shunt that makes funny noises behind my ear .

experience      !

PLATFORMS      USED      :     tumblr , deviantart

muse  preference      !

FEMALE   OR   MALE      :     male , i’ve never written a female muse . LEAST   FAVORITE   FACE(S)      :  youtubers MULTI   OR   SINGLE      :     i’ve myself , never had a multi , but do love interacting with them!

writing   preference      !

FLUFF      /      ANGST      /      SMUT      :    angst .   always angst .  and if i trust u , smut (not with carl tho) . PLOT      /      MEMES      :    i suck at plottin’ my bois .

TAGGED      BY      :    @leftlimp my actual dad (who im older than but we dont question how that makes sense) .

         QUICK TRIGGER FINGER ,            he could out draw a man more than half his size in  more than half a second ...          yet when it came to mother’s , an unusual softness over takes normally rigid features that drastically age his young face .     you’re going to beat this world ,  i know you will .     his mom had told him those few words , before he’d put a bullet through her skull .    to say he understood what must be going on in spencer’s head right now , wouldn’t be wrong , but it wouldn’t be right either .        carl can’t imagine that it’s the same , it can’t be .      but they shared a similar pain in common now , one that carl knows just how badly it can bleed if left alone to fester .  

                                                                        “ i brought you lunch ... “ 

he climbs the ladder of the perch that overlooks alexandria’s front gates , surprised to have even heard spencer was up here , instead of at home .