A machete with a red handle.

                    A MACHETE with a RED handle ————

    that was all that they had now, tiny, little moments. it wasn’t about the big things anymore. it was just the calm, the soothing moments of just…. SOMETHING. she knew that she wanted to come back to him, she’d try her best. but she also knew that wasn’t how it worked. life was messy and everything after the breakout was just CHAOS. she was barely holding it together most days, but she did. no cracks, no slips and most important of all NO TEARS. 

her eyes flicker to his as his touch of her head sends her into an emotional tug of war. every part of her body wants to stay right there, with him. but, damn she has to run out for food and supplies. she knows that he’s manipulated the system to where she doesn’t have to go out much, but this time he couldn’t. her eyes flutter closed at the closeness. his head pressed to her, she can finally reach out, fingers curling along his neck. 

she doesn’t know when she’ll be back, but damn if that doesn’t terrify the hell out of her. she looks up at the weapon that he suddenly holds out to her. HIS COLT. her breath catches in her throat as she slowly takes it. this isn;t about just her or him, it’s about the group. she knew that she would have to fire it at some point, it was inevitable. she takes it and pushes it into her bag. she looks at him, hesitating before she reaches forward, fingers tightening over his shoulders as she presses her lip to his cheek. it might be her LAST. she holds on a second too long than normal. “ i’ll do what i have to to come back. “ she leaves out to you, because she thinks it’s obvious. maybe it isn’t. 

THERE’S BEEN THIS BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM. There have been moments like this before, many of them and they all felt so natural. Neither one of them had spoke on them though, they sort of just fell into this pattern of being close to one another but it never really pushed past this point—maybe they were too scared to. Maybe they were both afraid of ruining what they had, whatever it was. 

IT’S HARD TO SAY WHEN SHE’LL RETURN. It’s so close, it should easily be a one day trip but at the same time they could decide to search further out, or run into trouble. A one day trip could easily turn into a weeks trip. 

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    “ i’ll be right back. “ she whispers softly to him, fingers curling over his hands. trying to justify words that she may not believe herself. but she NEEDS him to. needs his head to be straight as she runs with a few of the others for supplies. it’s not far, but she doubts it’s without some kind of danger or risk. she prays that it isn’t her, but she knows that she wouldn’t let any of the others just DIE. “ i’ll be back before you know it. playing with judith and carl, as always. “ she chuckles, trying to sound as confident as she can in the world they live in now. 

@redmachette

THAT WAS THE KIND OF PROMISE THAT YOU COULDN’T ALWAYS KEEP. How many times were those same words uttered before a death?  He knew he shouldn’t think like that but he couldn’t help it, his head filled with worry and doubts. While Caroline would never intentionally break a promise—she didn’t exactly have control over this. 

HE WANTS TO GO IN HER PLACE BUT HE CAN’T. He needs to be here, Negan is coming and he needs to make sure nothing goes awry. Deep down he wants to ask—beg her to stay but he can’t. They need supplies, they are running dangerously low. 

GRIEF HAD TAKEN OVER RICK GRIMES’ WORLD AFTER THE LOSS OF LORI and it’s shown in how he’s yelled at shadows — spoken towards people who aren’t there. Sonny has told the others that it’s simply stress, that he will bounce back, but the truth is that he doesn’t know. Every man had their breaking point and nobody would blame Rick if this was his. Everything he’d done up to this point — he’d done for his family. Now that very fragile thing was shattered, even with the new addition.  SHE’S A BEAUTIFUL THING IN THEIR GRIM LITTLE WORLD and he’s done everything possible to look after her. It hurts, sometimes, to be reminded of his younger sister or his nieces that had long since passed. Manhattan had swallowed almost everything Dominick Carisi Jr. loved, but the small life in his arms was quickly finding her way into his heart. They were safe in the prison. She could grow, here. She could thrive. And her father — her father would heal, in time. That was the hope, anyway.

“C’MON, RICK —- GET OUTTA HERE WITH THAT.“ Bouncing the baby a bit, he inches closer — hoping to assist in the much-needed bond between them. Rick would come around. “You don’t have to thank me; we’re family. This is what family does.” He can’t help but smile when he lks at her, so small and unaware of the dangers in her new world. “Do you feel like holding her?”

HE’S NOT SURE ALL THAT HE’S MISSED. Though, the former sheriff highly doubted that his people would follow him anymore. They probably all thought he had lost his damn mind, and they had every right to think that because for a while there—he had. Thankfully, nothing else bad had happened since he had been away—yes, that was the best word for it. 

LIGHT BLUE HUES FLICKER OVER THE BABY GIRL IN HIS ARMS. He wonders who she’ll look like more, him or Lori—if she’ll have Carl’s dark hair. Overall, he’s just grateful that she’s alive, and he’ll do everything in his power to make sure she stays that way. 

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           ‘ um… what the actual fuck is that? ‘ 

HE STOPPED SEEING HER AND HE DOESN’T KNOW IF THAT’S A GOOD OR BAD THING. Everywhere he looked Lori would be there, even though deep down he knew she was gone. He had straight up lost his mind over the past few weeks—hanging out in a cellblock alone and getting phone calls from the dead. Looking back on it he knows now that none of that was real—that she wasn’t real.