andrew, externally: congrats, josten. now look like you’re not homeless
andrew, internally: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
Got straight up white bags again…definitely an opiate cause I’m not sick and I was FUCKED UP, but didn’t feel like fent and I feel like if it was an opiate pill of some sort I wouldn’t have been so rocked cuz when I do pills I need like 80 mg to even feel anything (although a lot of it didn’t mix up so either massively cut or a filler from a pill so 🤷🏼♂️ it’s possible ig, but pills are so expensive round here that option just don’t make sense to me) anyone else get white dope like that?
Could you do an imagine where you’re the one to be captured by Rick and Daryl (not jesus)? And you’re a really badass girl but constantly making funny and sarcastic jokes no matter the situation😂 maybe you could possibly make this into a series where you move to Alexandria and you and Daryl start getting close and you’re apart of the line-up and daryl getting taken and so on? thankssssss)
Note: This will be a new series on my blog and i hope you enjoy it! send in thoughts and ideas!!
You needed to get supplies for the Hilltop. Who knows what
would happen if you didn’t get what they needed, it could result in death, and
you weren’t prepared for any more of that. You were so busy in your own thought’s
that you hadn’t realised that two men were standing outside an isolated gas
station. You stopped in your tracks and pushed your back up against the
stations wall, peering your head around the corner. They had a truck, a big
one, it looked like a moving truck. There was bound to be some good shit in
there. You grabbed the bandana around your neck and lifted it to only reveal your
eyes and above.
You walked out from behind the wall when they weren’t looking
and then when you got close you ran and bashed into the guy who had a pair of
keys sticking out of his pocket. They were for the car. You quickly shoved them
in your coat pocket as you raised your hands in surrender.
“Back up! Back the fuck up!” The man with a leather vest
jacket on shouted at you, both men raising their guns at you. You backed up,
knowing that what you did went undetected.
“What the hell are you doin’?” One of the men spoke, softer
than the other.
“Running from walkers, you should too. They’ll be here in
about-” you pretended to think for a moment by looking up. “- 12 minutes.”
The two of them looked between each other then back to you.
“About half a mile back” you lied. “You should get goin’”
You said as you turned to walk away.
“Wait, my names Rick” the man spoke. “This is Daryl” he
said, pointing to the more hostile guy.
You stood still and looked at them, you should probably tell
them who you are so that they don’t suspect anything. You pulled your bandana
down to reveal the rest of your face, and you saw the guy called Daryl shift on
“(Y/n),” you said confidently. “(Y/n) (y/l/n)”.
Rick nodded his head you pulled your bandana back up and
turned on your heel, your long hair swaying as you did.
“How many walkers have you-” you heard Rick shouting but
Daryl stopped him and then you were out of sight. Now for the next part of your
plan. You quickly took a couple firecrackers out of your pocket and placed them
on a bin at the other end of the gas station. You took out a box of matches and
lit them. You ran back and a couple seconds later you heard them popping off.
You watched as the two men ran around the side of the station towards the
distraction. You only had 30 seconds. You sprinted towards the truck and shoved
the keys in the ignition. The engine roared to life and you drove off, seeing
the two men come running back as they figured out what was going on. ****
You hadn’t gotten very far when the truck slowed to a stop. The
front tire was flat and it needed changing. You let out an annoyed groan as you
jumped out the car and searched the truck for a spare wheel. You found one and
immediately started to work on changing the tires.
You payed no attention to your surroundings
which you didn’t do very often. You were thinking about those two guys back
there, you felt bad for taking their shit but you couldn’t risk not having
supplies for a second week. The saviours would kill you, literally. As soon as
you stood up to get back into the car a man came from behind you and grabbed
you, trapping you in his arms.
You struggled at first, but when
you recognized the voice you stood still and loosened your body up, allowing
you to quickly wriggle free from his hold and you elbowed his chest. He bent
over in pain and you sent your knee flying up to his nose, knocking him
backward. It was Rick, that meant Daryl was- Your thoughts were interrupted as
you turned to see Daryl lunge at you. You ducked under his arm and kicked his
back, sending him flying forward. Your eyes darted around, you tried to find
Rick but you couldn’t. That’s when you flew to the ground, he had tackled you.
You fell to the floor and immediately rolled onto your back, out of breath.
Rick and Daryl had their guns pointed at you and you knew you couldn’t get out
of this one.
“It’s over” Rick said calmly.
You brought yourself up on your
elbows and looked at them sarcastically. “Do you even have any bullets?” you
asked. You often came across people who used guns as a false image to try and
scare you, but these people meant business as they both lifted their guns and
shot at a walker that was behind you.
You looked back at them with a poker
face, you knew to never show any emotion, just that you weren’t bothered by
anything. “So, you gonna shoot me over some truck?” You asked.
“There’s a lot of food in their”
“Yeah but, you know I’m not a bad
girl” you said, almost trying to seduce them. That usually helped you get out
of any situation. Not this one.
“But you don’t know what kind of
guys we are” Rick argued back. You saw straight through his façade, you knew
that they weren’t going to kill you.
“If you were bad guys you would
have showed that by killing me already” you smirked at them.
They looked at each other and then
Rick opened up the bag on Daryl’s back and brought out some rope. You watched
as Daryl hungrily ate at a candy bar while Rick tied your hands and legs
“You just gonna leave me here like
this? Tied up?” You asked when he was done.
“Oh, come on, those ropes aren’t too
tight. I’m sure you can get out of it. You seem smart like that” he almost said
it spitefully. “Oh, and I almost forget, keys” he said, reaching his hand out.
You gave him a ‘are you stupid’
glance as he realised your hands were tied.
“They’re in the ignition” you said,
rolling your eyes. Rick nodded and him and Daryl walked away back to the truck.
As soon as their backs were turned you grabbed a knife from your pocket, placed
it between your knees and started rubbing the rope on your wrists up and down
against it. As soon as it snapped you started working on your leg rope, often
looking up at the truck to see if they were watching. As soon as the truck
started moving the rope binding your legs together broke and you ran to the
truck. You swiftly jumped on to the small ledge at the back and you easily made
your way onto the roof. You had been riding on the truck for a while now when you
reached an open field, this would be a perfect place to try and take the truck
back. You started banging on the roof of the truck with your fists, and you weren’t
expecting what came next. The truck came to a sudden halt, catching you off guard
and sending you flying down the front of the van.
You landed on the ground with a
thump, the wind leaving your lungs for only a split second. You slowly stood up
and saw the two men in the truck staring at you intensely. There was only one
thing left for you to do. Run.
As soon as you moved to run the
truck started up again. You looked behind you and saw Daryl jump out of the
moving vehicle, running after you. You moved your legs faster and you felt the
wind rush through your hair, eliminating any heat you once felt. The truck soon
came up beside you and you stopped to turn back around, still running fast.
Daryl tried to grab you but you were faster as you ran in circles. The truck
had now stopped moving, you saw Rick went to kill the walkers who had been
freed from the ropes that held them captive. You made a sharp turn to the truck
which sent Daryl skidding further away from you. As you reached the truck you
jumped in and tried to turn the keys, but you soon saw Daryl getting closer and
you knew you couldn’t start it. You moved to the passenger seat, trying to kick
Daryl away from you but he grabbed your legs and tried to grab you. You kicked
his arms away and grabbed his gun and pointed it. He stood still, waiting for
you to pull the trigger.
“Duck” you said calmly. He did as
you asked and you shot the walker who came sneaking up behind him.
You thought you were in the clear
for a second as you and Daryl held eye contact, but that was soon broken when
he lunged for his gun. “That’s my gun!” he shouted. He dragged you out of the
truck and as you went you lowered the clutch, sending it rolling back. If you couldn’t
have the supplies, no one could. You fell out the truck on your back, you
looked behind you to see the river the truck would fall into, but you saw
nothing else after that as the truck door hit the back of your head, sending
you into darkness. —————————————————————————————————-