╳┊ WE DON'T DIE .

_{@safetyisms sry not sry}

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GONNA GET LUCILLE’D.
_{he’s unsure of how much time has PASSED since the bullet had torn through his skin. it hadn’t been a TERRIBLE wound ( painful, nonetheless ), through and through and easy to patch up. it had taken a long while for andrea to even BEGIN to trust him, and when she had, they were GOOD together, like a team. but idealistic dreams were too easily shattered in this world. pounding feet and ragged breaths reminiscent of their first meeting saw their last drawing to a DEADLY close. somehow the saviors had found them, a group on a scouting mission. andrea had taken one and griffin two, but it wouldn’t matter if they couldn’t outrun their maker.
he sprints behind her, arm beginning to throb as lactic acid found harbor, leaking into his not yet COMPLETELY ( close but not quite there ) healed bullet wound. words of encouragement burst from his lips along with carbon dioxide as he fights with his lungs. a bullet EMBEDS itself in the tree next to him as griffin passes it. his head turns, gaze frantically searching for the shooter when it’s ripped back in front of him as andrea SCREAMS in surprise. sliding to a haphazard stop, griffin takes AIM immediately at the man holding andrea hostage. ❝ let. her. go. ❞ his stance steadies, eyes locked with andrea’s. the man tightens his hold on the blonde, and memories flash through griffin’s head – her smile and her laugh that he’d managed to pull out of her after nearly a MONTH. his own grip on the pistol turns his knuckles white. ❝ I’M the one you want. ❞

“ see, i’m tryin’ to figure which is gonna hurt WORSE. ”

the new voice sends a chill down griffin’s SPINE. he KNOWS what it means, WHO it is. negan. griffin’s gaze flicks to the infamous man, though his gun remains aimed on the other holding andrea. unadulterated anger sweeps across his face, twisting his lips into a nasty SNARL. his finger lifts an inch of the trigger, tongue wetting his lips as his jaw tenses. brown eyes drifting back to andrea, it’s clear what she’s trying to SAY – kill him, take the chance while he HAS it. but he CAN’T. he shakes his head almost imperceptibly; he’s got to get her OUT OF TROUBLE before he takes down negan. if he shoots, the man will SNAP HER NECK. his lips move silently, i’m sorry.

with a chuckle, negan raises his bat, looking between the two. “ oh, i think i know which it’s gonna be. ”

the other’s voice jerks griffin back into focus, and his eyes widen with a large intake of a breath.   ❝ DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE – !! ❞ the man holding andrea shoves her violently to the ground, and griffin’s finger squeezes the trigger without thought, sending a bullet straight through his HEAD. an instant later, another bullet buries in lucille’s wood only because someone TACKLED griffin to the ground. he hears andrea scrambling to retaliate, and griffin renders the savior above him unconscious without issue, adrenaline fueling a WILDFIRE. the skirmish only lasts a SECOND before negan’s voice effectively stops all motion, leaving griffin helpless despite his aim set on negan.
his body stills with horror, heart’s frantic beat FROZEN in fear. negan standing offset to andrea, who’s on her knees, eyes wild as they bore into griffin’s. it’s only but a moment to take in before negan BURIES lucille’s barbs into the side of andrea’s head. ❝ ANDREA!! ❞ the shout is loud, echoing violently off the trees, leaving the air soaked in GRIEF.

he didn’t try hard enough.}
_{the pistol drops to the leafy ground as griffin scrambles to andrea’s side, eyes dry with RAW pain. hands drink up the blood as he grabs her gently, bringing her CLOSER to his body. his shirt soaks immediately, turning darker as the wet seeps through and onto his SKIN.   ❝ i’m sorry, fuck. i’m so sorry, andrea, please come – b a c k. ❞ lucille thumps to the ground beside him, his body jerking in reaction to the noise and arms constricting further around andrea’s LIFELESS form. tears finally push over onto his cheeks as his eyes slide shut and he buries his face into the unmarred side of her neck.

   he should have let her go.
she shouldn’t have ever stayed.
he should have told her goodbye.}

April, 5 ❤ ↻

# { omfg. # i can't.... # WHY # WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS. # THIS HURT SOOOOO MUCH. # MY BABIES. # omg ;c # omg omg omg. # but your writing. # fucking hell mate. # i will forever treasure how beautiful this was. } # ii. deathwalkcr # ii. alexandria # i. important things

deathwalkcr:

_{he sees the girl a moment too late, but there’s NOTHING he can do to change his course. so he opts for thetrying to save BOTH their asses route. it’s lucky he’s NOT wearing his armor; no chest plates, shoulder pads, mask, fur, blood, and gore. he’s CLEAN, which means he won’t TERRIFY the girl ( he’s still going to cause panic, he’s sure ). so when he gets CLOSER, within earshot, he starts yelling out WARNINGS like ‘ get down! ’ and ‘stay quiet! ’ even though they’re probably next to USELESS. still, he grabs her by the waist, attempting to pull her back behind some trees and into a ditch.
but she’s STRONGER than he anticipated ( color him IMPRESSED ) and she breaks from his grasp. he gets WHY – he’s a STRANGER running and yelling from out of nowhere, but he’s only trying to SAVE her from the fucking SAVIORS. so he moves again, hands raised slightly to show he hasn’t got a weapon, and he sees hers tooLATE. the shot rings off, echoing through the trees ( well know they fucking KNOW where he is ) and a strangled ‘FUCK!! ’ jumps out of his throat. his left hand immediately grips his upper right arm, blood fighting to seep through his fingers. ❝ god, you fuckin’ SHOT me! ❞ FUCK, it hurts like a goddamn motherfuckin’ bitch. like awhite hot brand burning into and THROUGH his skin down to his bone. it’s not the FIRST ( & certainly not theLAST ) time he’s been shot, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any LESS. ❝ SHIT, god DAMNIT. we gotta fuckin’ go, or we’re both gonna DIE. ❞ he elects to IGNORE her command despite the fact that she’s shot him ONCE and will probably do it AGAIN, pushing to his feet before resuming pressure on the wound. ❝ i got a place couple miles west, so either you come with me, or you take your chance with the fuckin’ saviors. your choice, but make itFAST. ❞}

He seemed surprised that she’d shot him, buried a bullet beneath his skin.
People never thought she was capable of doing a thing. With her gun still
aimed she glanced towards his waist to make sure no weapons rested
upon his hips. He’s panicked, she can see that & it causes her to panic
slightly. What was he running from? She’s short of breath, trembling due
to the shock to her system. She hadn’t expected him, he’d come out of
nowhere. Blood seeped from his arm, crimson red hitting the dirt below
them. All she ever saw was the colour red. She almost got lost in it. Then
he attempts to get back onto his feet, a wounded soldier continuing with
battle. Did he really think she would believe him? That she was that dumb?

If she went with him, she would most probably die. If she stayed here &
the saviours were actually coming, she would die without a doubt. Thinking
about it, she realised her safer option was with the stranger. She knew what
they were capable of, what they could do to a person. Looking around the
woods frantically, she decided she didn’t have a choice, she had to run if
she wanted to remain alive. If she wanted to get home to alexandria, to her
family. She holds the gun tightly in both hands, she’s not going to let go.

❝ Fuck. Don’t try anything cause I will shoot again & I won’t miss this time. ❞

She gestures forwards with her gun, hoping he’ll lead the way to his secret
base, hidden from sight – hopefully.

April, 4 ❤ ↻

# ii. deathwalkcr # ii. alexandria # { OMG I SHOT YOU. but it's ok bc they have a treehouse. c: }

It was silent in the woods, almost too quiet. The sound of walkers could
not be heard - neither the birds or other survivors. It was silent. It was
her job to patrol the area, except she’d wandered a little too far out. She
was putting herself to some use, making sure they hadn’t missed any
supplies. Sometimes, other survivors would come through but die before
they could even reach alexandria - leaving numerous supplies for her to
take. Still, she hasn’t discovered anything new.

Getting ready to turn back to base, she hears rustling in the distance. It’s
strange to think that it had been silent moments later because now all she
could hear was noise. There was a man, his face unrecognizable to her.
He’s grabbing at her, shouting things at her – survival mode kicks in &
she’s pushing him away from her. He won’t stop shouting. He’s coming
back at her, shouting some more. Before she can do anything, her gun is
raised – safety off – & she’s already shot him in the arm.

❝ – – stay the fuck down! ❞

March, 30 ❤ ↻

# deathwalkcr # ii. deathwalkcr # ii. alexandria # { i hope this will do. c: }