#neutralsavior

   They caught her with an orange.

   Charlotte thought she had been so careful. The group had left with FOUR; two with supplies, the others with weapons. Charlotte didn’t know where they were going nor did she care. That was her first mistake. When the group set down their supplies and entered a building barely a mile from their camp, a building that they had already picked clean, she didn’t pause to wonder why. She simply darted forward and unzipped the bag as quickly as she could. That was her second mistake. It was a TRAP laid out for her.

❝     just   calm   down               ❞ ❝     i      am      calm   ,   this   is   me      f u c k i n g      calm   ,   theodore   .      ❞

WHAT      A      FUN      DINNER      !      remnants   of      a   cute   little   goat      lay   steaming   on   the   table   ,   bland   kale   chips   set   to   the   side   .   if      EVER      an   evening   could   be   declared   unnecessary   ,   it   was      this      one   .   planned   by   no   one   ,   but   encouraged   by   a      (   nosy   )      few   ,   what   once   had   been   a   conference   room   had   long   since   been   converted   into   a   makeshift   family   dining   room                  although   those   surrounding   the   table   were   far   from   family   .

It’s been a while since she wept this hard or had nightmares. The last time Enid could remember grieving this hard was when she found out about Carl’s death. And before that, seeing her parents being eaten alive right in front of her. She lost a lot of people in her life since the world ended. Those who became family to her since her time in Alexandria and just recently were more names to the list of those she lost. 

She would have been a victim herself had it not been for Tara protecting her and Alpha keeping her alive to relive the horror of what happened. She questioned why Tara would do that and why Alpha spared her in the days that followed, feeling guilty about surviving when she saw people like Carol and King Ezekiel grieving over Henry. It ate at Enid and she felt like she was losing herself by going back to the young girl who first met Carl. The girl who never spoke and ran away from building relationships... of closing herself off to people because she couldn’t lose anyone else. 

The difference now was her age for she was able to find some level of comfort with Alden. What they had together was new and yet she cared for him a great deal. He made her happy for the first time in years. Enid even thought about a future with him. She wanted what Maggie had even if she never voiced those desires.

The first week since being taken by Alpha came to an end. Another night where Enid found it impossible to sleep as she tossed and turned, as she wept for those she lost and those she couldn’t save. “Oh, Sorry.” She didn’t mean to wake Alden up but immediately found comfort in his embrace as she rested her head on his chest and wept. “I-- I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

house  of  broken  angels  prompts .     accepting .    @gentlesavior

        ❝  alden…  ❞   a sigh follows knuckles tapped against the door,  not one of frustration but rather one that came along with the feeling of helplessness.  for three days she’d prepared herself for the worst:  for the discovery of his rotting corpse somewhere.  the spectacle that the whisperers made at the gates of hilltop was a shock that reverberated through her whole body;  with that knife to his throat she swore that was it,  but they let him go.  thoughts alone enough to make her stomach turn,  the man that came back to her was alive,  yes,  but so broken letha wasn’t sure there was any chance of getting him back.

        she knows at least,  that she cannot push him.  that regardless of her desire to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay,  even if it wasn’t,  she needed to stay strong for him.  she needed to give him the space that he needed to heal,  to comprehend what happened to him and luke with the whisperers,  to come to terms with the fact that he came back and luke did not.  letha would give him space,  but would always be one word away.

        ❝  i’ll just stay here and wait,  then,  okay?  come out when you’re ready.  ❞   knees hugged close to her chest,  letha rests her head back carefully against the wall behind her.

@neutralsavior​ : some meme i should remember.

       ❛  𝐈  𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔.  ❜    her  voice  hoarse  upon  the  cold  winds,  safety  in  the  ground  beneath  them,  no  longer  ice-covered  waters  that  would  so  easily  sweep  them  away.  arms  wrap  around  him  tight,  bringing  her  small  frame  against  his.  it  was  if  fate  was   toying  with  them,  their  future  upon  a  thin  string  just  on  the  edge  of  breaking.   too  many  close  calls,  just  a  split  second  of  change  and  everything  could  slip  away.  time  isn’t  on  their  side  now,  too  long  of  a  rest  and  the  cold  will  easily  find  it’s  way  inside,  cheeks  already  stained  bright  red  and  chaffed.   lips  come  to  his,  a  kiss  of  hunger,  one  of  need.  for  just  a  moment  her  worse  fears  had  been  made  reality,  he  had  so  close  to  greeting  death  with  plunge  into  the  icy  darkness  below  them.  call  from  the  others  to  see  if  they’re  ready  to  move  forward  is  quickly  answered  with,  ❛  just  a  second. ❜.  attention  is  set  back  on  alden,  soaking  in  every  sliver  of  moment  she  has.       ❛  april  needs  you.  hershel  needs  you.  i  need  you.  ❜   an  affirmation  their  family  would  be  broken  if  he  was  lost  to  them.      ❛ you  can’t  leave  us.  ❜   there’s  a  silent  plea  in  those  words,  begging  him  to  fight,  to  hold  on  for  them.  

Seeing Alden and Luke returned to Hilltop without harm was a  relief.   It was true that Tyreese and Alden hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye.   Tyreese would just  blame that on Negan,  who was behind bars.   That being said,  Tyreese was no stranger to outsiders,  hostile outsiders.   This group of walker skin-wearing people was the newest threat.   It had been a long time since something felt this threatening.   With Maggie away,  a new group of people at Hilltop,  and now Jesus dead,   Tyreese was being looked at as a  leader.   However,  Tyreese was still looking to the people he had grown close with,  that he saw just as fit to make decisions for the community.   He wanted Alden’s input,  needed what information Alden had gotten from this savage group of people.

But first,  he needed to know that Alden was okay.   There was time for planning what was to come,  but what was the use in  standing their ground  against this group if there was no one left to stand for?

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