#gentlevolatile

       ”he… he’s IMPORTANT to a lot of people, he’s got tha’ whole world       practically on his shoulders.              he reminds me of warren and       charlie combined into one.                 he’s stoic and can seemingly       handle anything that comes his way,      but he… he cares, and it’s       not always something vocalized but it’s there . when he smiles, it       reminds me  of mack and it hurts  a  lot  but… i really just,  he and       his group DESERVE to be okay and happy.     i’m just glad that he,       uh, he didn’t throw me out. i would’ve.       what? you were expecting a different kind of admission?       i’m not drunk enough for that, give me a few and i will be.”

3/10!!!

"D’you think I’ll start growing a beard soon?" Carl asked his father, hands absentmindedly reaching up to his face, feeling at the smooth skin. "Like you, I mean. I don’t know if I could handle being as hairless as Glenn for my whole life. Girls like beards, I like girls."

          this had been a horrible mistake,   a bad idea to end all bad ideas.             now she had no idea where he was;    if he was even ALIVE at this point.             that was what terrified her.              the rain was pouring,  and her spiked bat was slipping from her grip, the             walkers had been killed but... there was something else, someone else             out there.  she just wasn't sure who or what. so she moved closer to the             being in question. the redhead moved quickly to the body, unaware who             was standing over who. however as she noticed the stillness; she knew             who it was. it was obvious. her knight in shining zombie guts.             "rick!" addy called out her whacker sliding from her hand as she moved             to hug him tightly.       this was the sixth time she'd come close to losing             him. the horde of walkers coming out of nowhere and he...  he was still             here.   without really giving much of a second thought, her lips pressed             to his.  if it wasn't the end of the world, maybe this whole rain-kiss thing             would've been romantic.   however as she felt his twin flesh press back             and his grip on her tightened; she didn't really care.

Jen-Tamaria