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Carol Peletier ([personal profile] notaafraidanymore) wrote in [community profile] dear_mun2015-11-09 05:16 pm

Soooo many season 6 feels!

I know, I know! I'm starting to think I should have went with them to but after the attack it was a good thing I didn't...

Still yet he's not back yet...

[personal profile] badassing 2015-11-11 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[if only he knew...]

From what I've been hearin my mun ramblin on bout sounds like you've been holdin down the fort.

I'm comin back. We all are.

Hearts back!

[personal profile] badassing 2015-11-13 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[he can barely hold back feelings of anger. he had a vague idea from the mun, but hearing it from Carol his imagination took a turn for the worse. that place, that sanctuary, her... no. he wouldn't take himself there. his jaw clenched trying to fight the feelings he was having.]

Like I said, we're comin' back. Every one of us. We're comin' back and gonna make those fuckers wish they never came around. I'll make damn sure of it myself.

[he didn't want to hear it that walkers got back to the safe zone. it was their job...his job to make sure not a one of them got back there. he knew though...but a shred of him was hopeful. his head would shake trying to blow off more of his feelings.]

We're gonna take care of them walkers too. Gonna make sure not a one of em get through those gates.

:D

[personal profile] badassing 2015-11-19 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[he knew what she meant by that. his body shifted as well looking off for a moment.]

Maybe. [he'd brush off the thought the gates not holding. it was her next words that made him look back a her. a serious expression crossed his face.]

Tch. Don't you go doin nuthin stupid. [disapproval. but hell he knew he couldn't stop her. but he'd put his two cents in anyway.] I don't wanna come back and find you ain't there.

\o/ woo!

[personal profile] badassing 2015-11-20 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aww come on, Carol. Only some what? It was lucky for him he was on her good side, though. He'd just give somewhat of a broken laugh at her nine lives comment shaking his head a bit.

He fell silent a moment hearing her next words. About being hurt, his crossbow...]


Just a scratch. [that happens to be really big...and somewhat deep but hell he's been through worse.] Tch–It's what I get for bein stupid. I'll get it back. They won't know what's comin.

/clings to

[personal profile] badassing 2015-11-27 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course! Hell if he'd admit even that though. He's trying though.

His body would shift some more bringing his hand up to place over his injured arm. By now it's been patched up the best he could but tough as he was, that wasn't enough to keep it from reminding him every now and then it was there.]


Ain't nuthin you need to be worrying about...

...Yeah. I know. [A pause. He'd hesitate a bit thinking about why he went back to help those people in the first place. Felt bad, felt...weak. His fist would clench a bit at his side trying not curse himself.] ...They'll get what's comin to them. [One way or another.]
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[personal profile] burningdaylight 2015-11-11 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[It crosses his mind that his sympathy as a man familiar with the threat of walkers and bandits might be unwelcome. They're strangers, after all. He doesn't know the people involved, the details beyond what little the mun has shared with him. But he does know what it's like to wait on friends and family, anxious and fighting to remain desperately hopeful of their return while doubts eat at his mind.]

I know we ain't ever met, but... [his brow knits] ...I hope your friend catches up with y'all.

[He won't say that it's fine, that everything is going to be fine. Because there's no guarantees in this world other than that everyone dies someday.]
burningdaylight: (wary)

[personal profile] burningdaylight 2015-11-12 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a machete strapped to his back and a handgun at his hip, both in plain sight, but he goes for neither, electing to feel out the situation despite his pulse quickening in his throat. For the moment it seems like things are peaceful but he's not quite liking her one hand kept hidden from him even if her response is quiet enough.]

Look, I ain't lookin' for a fight here. [He says carefully, eyes on hers.] ...An' I think you feel the same. I heard 'bout your situation from my mun, an' I jus' wanted to say a few words. That's all.
burningdaylight: (ready [gun])

[personal profile] burningdaylight 2015-11-12 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
S'long as they're out there... there's still a chance.

[He keeps his distance, doing nothing to shake this tenuous calm. His shoulders slowly drop.]

burningdaylight: (listening [tired])

[personal profile] burningdaylight 2015-11-13 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The words cutting too close to the bone and He wishes he knew what to say. But maybe his expression says enough. The heaviness to his gaze, so sick with guilt, his lips pinched.]

I'm sorry for this asshole in advance. He just won't shut up...

[personal profile] terminateit 2015-11-12 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing ever changes. It's just a matter of time before bad people come... [he'd give an accusing look. then a pause. he's just itching to ask the question...]

How does it feel?

Loves!

[personal profile] terminateit 2015-11-19 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
I think you're confusing who the real bad people are. It didn't need to be like that. [he'd state simply.] But you already know that, don't you? Deep down... you know it's the truth.

:D ... and I am so sorry... again.

[personal profile] terminateit 2015-11-21 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
No. I couldn't. I don't expect you to understand though. Not now. They were given a choice. All of them. They chose wrong.

[Her next words were enough to jolt a reaction out of him, if only the smallest bit.] I remember your little rampage. Damn near destroyed us. But we survived. Regrouped. And came back... almost got the little one too... I bet she would have been delicious. [and with that he'd flash one of his cheshire cat smiles.]

He should really stop talking...

[personal profile] terminateit 2015-11-27 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Unlike them, we weren't given a choice. Your group attacked ours first. We were just returning the favor. We survived long enough to do just that. [his expression faulted hearing her little reminder of Rick and how he 'got him'. a short breath escaped voiding his face of emotion.]

He did. Maybe that's where you got lucky. [and just as quick a smile would reappear as the twisted thoughts in his mind started to formulate.]
justsurvivin: (Listening)

[personal profile] justsurvivin 2015-11-16 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Nah. [Don't get him wrong, he loves being around Carol. He even knows she's become someone who could have handled what was happening outside the walls, but can they handle what was happening inside of them without her?]

They need you, ya know. Sasha, me, Abraham, we all know how to fight. We're fightin' and we'll come back. Those people, they ain't ever had to fight. I heard the horn, I know they're probably all shittin' their pants.

[And Carol had this uncanny ability to make someone feel calm. He liked having that to himself, but he knows they need it more.]

I'm comin' back. Soon. So make sure I have somethin' worth coming back to.
justsurvivin: (Ain't too happy)

[personal profile] justsurvivin 2015-11-16 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
How many more woudla died? I don't know what happened, but I don't needta, not yet. I know ya held it down, you protected 'em.

[Daryl looks at her, he studies her in one of their silences. It was always such a heavy silence between them.]

I ain't hurt too bad. [His pride was hurt more than anything. Those sons a bitches got his bike and his bow.] We're comin' back and we got things. Fuel, weapons, stuff that'll take care of the ones at the gate.

...I'm okay. [That seems to be her main source of worry. For some reason.

Another pause.]


How you holdin' up?