#lost091990

Hulk slides back from the blow from his “niece and nephew”

“I can smear your faces across this entire desert” Hulk glances to the old man watching from the sidelines with a flinch he prays he hadn’t taken it too far.

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Of course the twins' dad would be watching just to make sure they weren't too banged up. He trusted Hulk but....they were hulks. Destruction was their thing and while he could take a punch, the kids were still too small and hadn't bulked up yet.

The twins though didn't have that worry. Thad Jr. aimed up while Becca aimed low, trying to trip up their uncle.

To them....it was a lit of fun. They didn't get why their dad was always so nervous....

Aaron should of pitched his old and worn leather wall years ago. Yet here he was idly flipping through the now unless credit cards, gift cards and his drivers license which was still sorta useful he supposed. With a sigh he flips through the pictures of pre-apocalypse wrinkled and well worn from pulling out to show people a tad younger image of himself and Eric stares back at him handsome as ever his red headed lover was. A moment passes and Aaron shuts his wallet closed and returns it to the spot on the dresser along side a statue of a wooden dog that Eric has picked up on one of his runs so long ago. 

Aaron forces himself to turn away from the dresser to look out down upon the quiet street in the coming weeks the festival would be upon them and Aaron hadn’t the slightest clue what he would even do. Quick footsteps shake him from his thoughts and he turns to find their owner.

Drew’s eyes narrowed, looking up at the tall man. The feel of a metal barrel pressed against her skull was nothing knew. She didn’t even think he could do it. She took a step forward, the gun pressing harder against her forehead. He wanted to play? Then they can fucking play.

“I don’t think you will.”

The shot was fast, she had spotted the other man moving from behind the first and waited until she had a perfect, clear shot before whipping out her gun and pulling the trigger. That’s something she had learned from Negan, don’t let anyone fuck with you.

Continued from http://lost091990.tumblr.com/post/164201150477

[sighs]

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.