devil in disguise

⠀ ❝ well shit. ❞ seeking mains & storylines. heavily season ten. descriptive. crossovers & oc’s welcomed. rt’s loved. walking dead. ⠀

— gotta celebrate our new arrangement and everything.”

— would never arrive even though he had firmly picked up on her joking. skipping past the topic once having said his piece before knocking back onto light hearted. “but you want a look any time darlin’ just let me know. got anything strong hidden around the house?—

“contrary to popular belief sweetheart I am house trained, the shit that girls seen thanks to her crazy as fuck mom I shall not be adding to it. flashing teenagers really isn’t my idea of a good time; fuck I’ve killed men for less.” offering the solution to a problem which—

— you otherwise.” filtered moments without the persona he carried that got him through this world for so long really did show a complete different side to the man. one he barely showed anyone. “so any house rules I need to know about?”

— to pace throughout the space to take to resting against the kitchen island. dark eyes soon located his company no hiding the fact they lingered on her body longer than needed before her face. “trying is all I ask darl, all anyone can ask. don’t go letting anyone else tell—

taking strides into the home he’d entered a good handful of times as of that moment, many more than half the homes which graced Alexandria and still firmly standing. gaze rolled over the seemingly quiet downstairs the opened plan offered, maintaining enough confidence—

-you. this works hard and only getting harder it is not something you can battle alone, trust me I’ve tried.”

— nudging out to make the lightest of contact to her own arm even removing every common swearing too make more of an impact. “learn to like yourself then you’ll be surprised at the amount of people you’ve been pushing away just for that fact you’ll start realising don’t hate—

“moving in I can do sweetheart, someone has to keep you outta trouble. or in my case likely get you into more.” sticking to his end of the deal would go without saying, stepping side by side hazel on route to the awaiting house his items would soon appear within. “as for—

— bad getting someone to sit on your side does wonders.”

— whether you sit on the good or bad side of the fence someone is always going to not like you. to blame you for their own failures because they can’t stand to look in the mirror.” turned over a brand new leaf? not quiet. “but thank you doll, the people here are not that—

“your mother is a grow ass fuckin’ woman fully in control of her own emotions sweetheart you owe nobody nothing. you did what was best for you at the time, just like everyone does.” drawing up from the chair he had been occupying to follow close behind, no checking who was—

it would seem even illness can’t kill him off; always bouncing back.

|| I am away for for ten days; replies and everything else shall follow on my return.

ain’t no point being pissed off and keeping quiet; tell the fuckin’ world what’s the worst that can happen?

annoying as shit but still fuckin’ right.

— fuckin’ hand, people here aren’t that bad. shit if they accept me they’ll sure as shit welcome you in with open arms.”

— changed for the better. a functioning member of such a community. “how about I do you a deal sweetheart; I move in keep the wolves from my door a while but you promise to try making fucking friends around here. being the lonely fucker isn’t any fun trust me I know first—

“luckily for you everyone around here seems to accept me these days; trust me even if not like times a wonderful thing in hearing rifts.” sure as he lay feet away from those who’d turned up with Maggie he felt no danger for those who lived within the walls these days. he’d—