#outdccrcat

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Serene hues took to the archer’s back as he complacently stood baring the window of the guest room the so called King had offered them. In some ways, he almost didn’t seem R E A L. She had pictured him standing before her so many times throughout the tedious two weeks that it all seemed a dream. He had been stilled looking through the glass for the past few minutes-- motionless -- and all Beth could do was stare. There would probably be no sleep this night with all the anxiety built up to hear the new found leader’s answer but as long as she spent it making up the time the pair had loss, Beth couldn't mind.

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

“You okay?” Daryl asked softly as he stepped out onto the roof. He’d looked everywhere for her when he hadn’t found her in her room and finally found her sitting on the roof with her knees tucked up under her chin.

Carol turned her head slowly in his direction. She had heard him as he approached. She’d know the sounds of his footfalls anywhere. She knew that he could see the tear tracks on her cheeks in the moonlight, but she didn’t care. If there was anyone that she would and could be vulnerable with, it was him.

She slowly shook her head. “The nightmares won’t stop,” she admitted. She hated to sleep because she knew that the minute she closed her eyes, the vivid images of Sophia and Mika and Lizzie and Sam and Henry would haunt her dreams. Her nightmares, really.

( @outdccrcat​ / random act prompt )

☠️ protect my muse

    They’re closer to Daryl. He watches the small search party close in where he knows he’s hiding, breathing halted in his chest, eyes darting from where he knows Daryl to be, to the men in question, trying to figure out the best course of action.

    There is none.

    But he’s not about to give up there. If he can distract them, not only will Daryl have a better shot at survival, but there’s a chance he can use the distraction to his advantage.

    ( that’s what Glenn’s hoping for )

    Bouncing up from his hiding place behind a variety of crates, he calls out,

  She’d been the quiet one - the one that hadn’t really bothered to try and talk   to the newcomers. Although Deanna seemed to like them, had adopted them   like old friends, Selene wasn’t so friendly. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them   or didn’t want them there, it was that she always had been quite solitary   rather than social. She hadn’t spoken to them, which wasn’t their fault. She   only spoke to the old members of Alexandria when she had a useful input,   didn’t bother with small talk, and as of yet she had no reason to speak with   Rick or the rest of his group.   Daryl was interesting, granted. He seemed quite alike to her. She hadn’t   seen him talk to many of the residents there, and he’d always been alone   unless he was with or around Rick and his small family. He seemed to be a   hunter, like herself, with numerous signs. She’d spotted them through her   scope a few times, and he’d lead the pack with Rick. He guided them,    giving them direction often more than Rick did, even stopping to track... He   was skilled.   When she was told she’d be working with him she had little to no protest.   She was easy to get along with unless seriously ticked off. She had a small   feeling that it’d be mutual between herself and Daryl. She’d converse if he   wished, stay silent if he wished, work with him or alone - it didn’t matter to   her.