#vixite

vixite is so under-appreciated but writes and understands carl better than anyone i've ever seen. her writing is beautiful and she's also so kind and hilarious ooc!           by anonymous,   for @vixite

          “ hey, carl. what can i do for you today? ”

“Hey- you’re gonna be alright. We just gotta keep moving.”

     “ ... what?  do i  have something on my face? “      long fingers scrub over the left corner of his mouth whilst half curled into a loose fist,   with blue eyes and long lashes no longer focused on his  ‘baby cousin’  in front of him,     and more so on the hand he now pulls away from his face,     in search of what he mostly expects TO BE BLOOD, though hopefully not his own { of course }.                     /  @vixite

THAT HURTS. Maybe it’s good, maybe he deserves it, but either way Rick hates being away from his son like this. He hasn’t spent so much time away from him since the day he was born -- an adjustment he sincerely hopes he won’t have to get used to. As much as the words hurt, Carl isn’t WRONG. How could his father look after him when he’s not there to? “I know, son,” he starts with a sigh, not knowing exactly what to tell him. The mention of Lori especially throws Rick a bit -- of course he misses them, they’re his FAMILY. It’s just that he and his wife felt it best to take a little space while they worked on their relationship. “-- I miss all that, too,” a small pause, “and your mom, of course I do. We’re just tryin’ t’make things better for all of us. I know it’s a little hard t’understand now...and I know it’s hard on you, but your mom and I think it’s for the best -- so we can all be HAPPIER together. I just don’t want you t’worry, alright?” Maybe an impossible request but he feels he has to try to take some of the weight off Carl’s shoulders. If he can. 

timbre  is  laced  with  pastiche  of  equal  parts  FRENZY  and   ELATION,   hint  of  a  playful  simper  as  hard-soled  boots  lead  her  toward  her  brother,  beaten  box  heavy  within  gentle  grasp.  ❛  CARL  !   LOOK  !  ❜ movement  is  still,  however,  considerably  frenetic,  until  the  youngest  skids  to  ABRUPT HALT  at  his  toe.  and  so  she  extends  it,  jovial  and  pride,   ❛  look,  look,  look  what  i  found  !  a  whole  box  just  of  desserts  and  cookies  and  things.  isn’t  that  cool  ?   carl,  i’m  so  excited  i  almost  said  ARL  !  ❜                  ;    @vixite /  starter  call.

All I am anymore is a MAN looking for his WIFE and SON. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that.   /   PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG !

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