Yes, and they will run you down, down 'til you fall.

[ringleadering]

who: team family! what: right after the season 7 finale aftermath. where: Alexandria. [ Unease rolled through Rick, setting all his nerves on edge and heightened his need to do something. Anything. But for the moment, he knew they needed to heal and regroup, taking it easy to plan the next course of action. They were gearing up for war and Rick knew better than to ever underestimate an enemy ever again or a possible alliance. The sting from Jadis only added to the fire burning in his veins and the resolute determination to bring all the saviors down to their knees. Those he left alive anyway because he wanted Negan's head and everyone else close to his base of daily operations. They all needed to burn and pay for their crimes. Pushing the troubling ponderings aside for the time being, Rick moved into the room where Michonne and the other injured were. He just finished rallying the troops with Maggie and left her to finish inspiring them and starting a training schedule. They needed more weapons and there were just too many unknown variables. Running a hand over his face, Rick sat down on the chair next to Michonne's bed, reaching for her hand to messily press his lips against her palm, nearly willing her with all he had to wake up. Rationally, he knew she would be okay but his mind had become a chaotic uprising of tumbling emotions and thoughts. He needed her to make sense of it all again. To soothe the inner storms into a calmer peace. ] I thought - I tried to fool myself into believin' we could make it without each other. We could keep goin', doin' what needed to be done. But I can't. I need you, Michonne. Everybody needs ya. I know you gotta rest but if you could just open your eyes a little bit and talk to me a couple minutes, I'd appreciate it. [ He hadn't even gotten his hip looked at yet. Far too concerned with everyone else. ]

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[thesamurai]

[ The dreams Michonne's having are vivid, good and bad peppered throughout. She dreams about her son, but he's not really Andre. Just some grown up could be version that never made it. She dreams about Rick and Carl and Judith, the four of them happy behind these walls and growing together. She dreams about that and more, and sometimes that it gets taken away, too. Her mantra through all of it never changes, maybe it never will now. It's even on her lips as she mumbles, hearing his last few words. ]

We're the...the ones that get to live.

[ She couldn't get it out before, but she's determined now to make him hear it. ]

Us.

[ Her one eye opens to look at him, the other too swollen shut. ]

[watdoesntkillu]

[The destruction at Alexandria isn't the worst she's seen it. It isn't good, but it could be worse. Will be worse. The thought comes unbidden, and yet she feels the truth of it down to the hollows of her bones. It's the way things are now. The way the world works. And hearing about what Negan and the saviors (and isn't that title about as ironic as it gets?) had done to Abraham, to Glenn -- her choice has been made.

She's tried staying out of all of it. Isolating herself. Because at the core, she is poison and it's something she has struggled to come to terms with over the last few weeks at the Kingdom. She's not sure she ever will. Ever can.

It doesn't matter.

Carol's felt helpless, hopeless for so long now despite her own capabilities, that she's not sure she's going to get past it, and that doesn't matter either. What matters is how she responds, and hiding from it isn't going to make it all go away. She's back, in it for the long haul. Because it's what she has to do.

She spends some time checking on a few of the people from both Alexandria and the Kingdom, but she doesn't spot any of the individuals she most needs to see. She asks around, discovers that Michonne had been pretty badly injured, and follows Tara's direction to where the woman is recovering. She finds Rick there beside her bed, holding her hand, and she pauses in the doorway, silent. Still.]

i hope this is ok :'(

[boonie]

[It wasn't over. Daryl had been to the Sanctuary, he'd walked through the halls, and he knew the sheer numbers. If Hilltop and The Kingdom hadn't shown when they did Carl would be dead and so would the rest of them. He'd probably be back in that hole in the wall, Negan didn't just do overkill.

Sasha was just another causality and judging by the look on Negan's face when she came out of the coffin, one he had a mind to barter with. The chance that it was on her terms didn't make it any better. Not to him. Daryl's been dealing with this hell longer than he could remember, but seeing someone you cared about become a skank never got any easier. Not with Sophia, Merle, not with anybody. That was kinda thing that turned your stomach- there wasn't a threshold for it.

It's all the same. Yesterday The Governor, today The Saviors. Tomorrow someone else, maybe the double-cross would give them some answers. If they were lucky they could keep some of the injured long enough to get the truth.

Daryl's got the gun he used to pursue The Saviors still in his lap, and he's placed himself out of the way, squat in the corner of the infirmary to keep an eye on everybody in the middle of recovery. The carving he nabbed off the gate feels like it weighs a ton in his pocket. Truth or not, Dwight had things he had to answer for, and Daryl wasn't really the "enemy of my enemy" type.

Eugene was on the inside, but there wasn't any reaching him. The collateral Alexandria took from the fight needed to be reinforced, and some of the field team from both places were already working on it. The gunfire attracted more walkers than any of them really liked seeing at the gates. Making a move with Dwight seemed like a damn death wish at this point, even with resentment put aside.

Their make-shift medical wing is too quiet than he's comfortable with, especially with his adrenaline spiked. Daryl can almost hear his skin crawling, blood rushing, and the murmur of delicate conversations was drowned out by the thumping of that in his head. He didn't like being involved in that anyway, too vulnerable, and way too uncomfortable. That sort of thing was handled better by the professionals, he's only parked in the corner on the off chance he's needed or protective detail is necessary. The first patrol he went on didn't show anything but aftermath and wreckage.]