This is a woman who once stood over an ironing board in the middle of a post-apocalyptic quarry camp and made perfect pleats in a strange man’s trousers while wearing frumpy ill-fitting pedal pushers and keeping one eye out for her husband’s fist.
This is a woman who was paralyzed by fear and uncertainty when her daughter went missing, and who had to watch, sobbing, as the monstrous thing inhabiting her dead child stumbled blindly towards her and was put down with a bullet to the head. This is a woman who lost everything that ever mattered to her, and who forged a backbone of steel in the fire of her pain.
This is a woman who will systematically end every threat to the haphazard broken group of people she has adopted as her own. Even if that threat comes in the form of friends carrying a wildly contagious illness, or a child she loves who is dangerously disturbed. She will brace her frail shoulders and raise her weary head, she will put an end to the threat, and she will carry the burden of doing it inside her shattered heart until the day she dies. She will cry herself to sleep, and when she wakes up in the morning she will do it all over again. No hesitation.
And even after she’s abandoned on the side of the road like a rabid dog, after she’s told she is unwanted and unsafe, if you fuck with her family, she will raze your compound to ash and she will leave you bleeding and screaming on the floor as she walks away.
5EVER REBLOG BITCHES!
OMG ALL THE NOTES ON THIS!!!
Reblogging because THE NOTES THE NOTES THE NOTES.
you can not tell me he does not love her!
Jesus loves me
HERE A NOTE, THERE A NOTE, EVERYWHERE A NOTE NOTE.
OLD MCDARYL HAD A BAE…C-A-R-O-L!
I love this fandom.
God bless y’all
Close up. Yup. #ricksbeard. In tha fridge. http://comicbook.com/2014/10/19/the-walking-dead-s-norman-reedus-has-andrew-lincoln-s-beard-in-h/
Dude, you worry me.
Why is it in the fridge though? Is there a lot of spilled soup in these beard clippings you’re trying to keep fresh? Or is it just grouped together with various berries in a little huddle of things you sprinkle on your yogurt?
Whatever it’s 2am and I’m looking at a picture of a refrigerated beard in a ziploc baggie. It’s a glorious time to be alive.
Whatever it’s just 2:40am and I can’t stop watching gifs of my otp no hey it’s fine everything’s cool but seriously I’m not okay please send help I’m such a mess they’re killing me.