#riskedlives

@riskedlives said: i’m going alone. ( from andre anthony ! )

@riskedlives said: i don’t know what to do. ( from frankie ! )

@riskedlives said: my heart’s broken. ( from lilly chambler ! )

Tara hated seeing her sister this way. It was a sight that nearly tore her in two in her very heart. Lilly was Tara’s entire world and to watch her gravitate through this pain was too much to bear. This was a grief that Tara could not correct, the mourning of a mother that lost the unimaginable. 

All they had now was each other-- and Tara was afraid she wouldn’t be enough. For, this was a fate that Tara could not duct tape back together. Meghan was gone and Lilly looked as if she had been caught on fire.

“I know.” Tara whispered, unlike her to be solemn with a voice that is nearly non-existent, but her throat burns, she isn’t strong enough to speak of such a weight.

“Yeah.” Daryl nods, looking over at the other man. He was sure Michonne sent him to try and talk him into staying at Alexandria, but it wouldn’t work. Daryl never stayed anymore, not even a night. It was just easier not to. “I’ll come by ‘f I need somethin’. Bring some deer if I get one. But I been doin’ jus’ fine on my own before an’ I’ll be fine now.” 

Something about that skinny blonde girl gave him pause. She was a sweet enough kid, played well with the little boy and the other girl, polite to the adults, nice to her Momma, and avoided him and Merle entirely - likely at the instruction of her Momma, not that Daryl blamed her. But he’d seen something that morning that made him uncomfortable. 

She’d been playing with the other kids after breakfast, giggling and laughing and being all around too energetic for seven in the morning, when her father had snapped at her to ‘shut the hell up’. A rude thing to say to a kid sure, but that really hadn’t been what bothered him. It had been the little girls reaction. She’d gone completely stiff and dropped the bright pink plastic pony into the dirt, nodding and apologizing in a voice that was so starkly different to the one she’d just been using that by all accounts it could’ve been a completely different child. 

He knew that reaction. He’d been that skinny little girl in a life that felt so far away but so frighteningly close. 

Daryl knew it was none of his business what went on behind closed doors. That wasn’t his kid. It wasn’t his marriage. It wasn’t his father. 

Daryl also knew what happened when no one got involved. People got hurt. People died. 

He was weighing these options and watching the little blonde girl and her mother folding laundry when Merle speaks. He pulls his gaze away from the two of them and looks over at his older brother. Merle would probably tell him it wasn’t any of his business and to just keep his head down and shut up. 

“He hits ‘em.” Daryl mutters, nodding towards where the father - a fat lazy Man who in the two weeks they’d been here Daryl had never seen do a single thing for the rest of the group - sits in the shade. “The little girl, an’ her Momma. He hit’s ‘em.” 

@riskedlives said: who did this to you? ( from dennis cloyd ! )

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Send 🍟 to steal one of my muse’s fries. Thief.

The man may have been daydreaming at the current moment in time, but that wasn’t to say he definitely wasn’t alert. Oh he was. And that was why the moment the other took one of HIS fries, his attention instantly focused on her with quite the look on his features.

“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” Lee simply started in a clearly joking tone. “That was my fry. These are my fries. I hope you’re prepared to pay the consequences for your action.” Lee stated with what was meant to be a really scary and intimidating look on his features.