Went to the gym for the first time in way too long. It felt good to be back, and I’m going to try to establish a rhythm to go every day. Now that it’s getting warmer, the coat has come off and the body image issues are resurfacing, so I want to feel like I’m in control again.
Also, going at 10am is apparently a good time to go since 99% of the people I saw there were just average student-looking types and not ripped muscle gods. So that’s nice.
He hears the dogs barking in the distance, through the violent howling of the wind outside. They sound agitated, not as ferocious as when they see a bear coming. He grabs his rifle, and slips into a warmer fur coat. The pack of stray dogs doesn’t respond to his whistle; he’s the one who hunts, and sometimes feeds them the bones and leftovers of his preys. They ALWAYS come, when he’s the one calling. Not this time. He walks through the storm, rifle hanging from his right shoulder, boots sinking into the high snow at each step. The dogs seem to be looking for something, the fur around their muzzles stained, and RED with blood. Vigilant eyes take a more meticulous look, before noticing the outline of human bodies covered by snow. He drops the rifle to the ground, quickly falling to his knees to begin digging with his bare hands. Something is moving, not far from him. A WOMAN, alive, and not entirely buried. ❛ Девушка… вы меня слышите? ❜ @embittvred
Five times Daryl wanted to kiss Carol and one time he did
This is actually an ask response to a wonderful prompt from memoriesinatrunk, but in tumblr’s usual genius fashion, when I tried to post it that way, tumblr promptly ate the post. In any case, this didn’t go quite where I thought it was going to, but that’s not unusual, right? Standard warning for gratuitous smushiness/fluff. And huge thanks to adrenalin211 for the encouragement and input:)