#pinkjacketed

          the world was quiet.  too quiet.  there’d been a time before all this that he cherished the silence because that meant the guns weren’t shooting and blood wasn’t being spilled on the streets.  now it meant the undead weren’t near and they could overrun you in waves at any moment.  his mother’s ghost warned him to enjoy the moments like this.  enjoy the quiet.  take it in and get the rest.  but, he couldn’t.  steve was always on edge, white knuckling his shield or his hatchet.

          it was that energy that took him out on the road before the morning rose.  at least on his own he could duck and weave.  he was only endangering himself, right?  there’d been a time when he’d just jog, instead.  lack of sleep meant burning his energy in other ways.  now it meant scouting or looking for supplies close to camp.

          as luck would have it, the soldier stumbled on a safety supply store.  there were some fresh first aid kids, some meds, and a shiny new pair of goggles.  the latter excited him and not because they could be practical but because they could potentially put a smile on someone’s face.  that was the important thing as of late, making sure she smiled.  it took the end of the world to make him realize he spent so much energy on fighting everyone and not nearly enough truly appreciating the people close to his heart.

USER :// @pinkjacketed​ INQUIRY :// “ hello. ily and so does princess. oh and steve. we love steve, too. :P “ public string { random inbox things } ; always accepting

all this ass beating?? where do i get in on it??

                   it’s a visual thing: connie had been forced to rely so heavily on her eyes from the second she was born, one could almost say she was prepared for the apocalypse. she could read her surroundings so easily that it was second nature to her. maybe that’s why the sight of a pink jacket caught her attention and refused to let go until connie walked up to the woman, the cap of her pen in her mouth as her hand quickly scribbled out a few words onto her trusty notepad.

some meme i’m too lazy to find.

@pinkjacketed​ asked: how long has it been?

“WELL...ISN’T THAT SUCH A PERSONAL AND LOADED QUESTION,” the blond mused as he peered down at the other. He knew what she meant, how long has it been since he’s been around people. “It’s been a few months,” Eric replied after a moment as he looked away, adjusting the rifle on his shoulder. Once that bald bitch and her freaks moved in on Alexandria and the others, he had bailed, taking to the road to fend for himself. It was selfish of course but he didn’t wish to die at the hands of some crazed woman who thought she was some god. “What about you, pinky, how long has it been for you?” he asked after a long moment, eyes returning to her with a playful smile.

( @pinkjacketed​ )

     If his name didn’t catch his attention right away, lifted on the air in exclamation -- the woman herself would’ve grabbed it in an instant. A modest chuckle rumbles in his throat. Something about being noticed in the way that Rick Grimes gets noticed will never feel natural to him. He appreciates it though, amusement warming his eyes. 

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    John rattles the flashlight in hand, smacks it against his other palm for good measure. It clings to life, flickering white light for just a moment more before enveloping them in darkness. He looks up, as if he can see her any better, the boarded windows barely allowing even a glimpse of outside light. 

    It doesn’t help that dusk was already on them.