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judith appreciated the morning’s a lot more now, she  was  thankful  that  she got to see another day. tomorrow she could be dead, she knew that. tomorrow was another day  of  grief  &  loss  --  she  could  lose  anyone. pouring herself a mug of  coffee  she  wandered  outside  onto  the  front  porch. she glances around at alexandria, it’s peaceful, it always is in  the morning. she soon spots jeff -- she calls out to him from the porch.

#jeffgriimes #ii. alexandria #{ hey step uncle. what's up? }

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a damaged soul does not equal a weak one // k.s.

#i. judith grimes

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she’s on full alert, prepared for whatever the war has to throw at her now.  she knows what’s ahead, the horde of walkers that will soon rip apart the town she’d grown to love  --  alexandria.  it  was  her  home,  &  now  she  had to watch it be destroyed, just like  every  other  place  she  had  been  able to call a home. walking further ahead,  she  soon  spots  her  mother,  alongside a few others that survived the disaster. judith is quick  to  be  in her mother’s arms, thanking some kind of god for keeping her safe.

❝ – – mum, we’re gonna lose alexandria. they  turned  around,  the  plan didn’t work.  ❞

#mothergrimes #{ hi mom. i hope this is okay. } #{ judith needs comfort from her mummy } #ii. alexandria

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judith had been here for a while now, pounding her fists  into  the  boxing  gloves that ron wore on both his hands. practice made perfect, and even though judith was pretty good, she was nowhere near  perfect  yet.  soon  she would be a warrior queen in a war she had been forced into.  another rough strike to ron’s hand and she’s done  for  the  day.  a  cheeky  smile  spreads across her lips  as  she  reaches  forward  to  help  him  with  his  gloves.

❝ – – tomorrow i’ll wear the gloves and you can punch the shit outta me. ❞

#nohaircuts #{ i hope this is okay doll. c: } #ii. alexandria

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ii. like this for a starter from season six judith!

#starter call yo. #twd indie rp #twd rp #indie rp

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#i. judith grimes

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  she spots him from the opening of the woods, he’s sitting by a lake,  deep   in thought, at least she assumes he is. she doesn’t approach just yet,  but   instead watches his every move. recently, he hasn’t felt like  he  belonged.   this safe haven with the nice little houses wasn’t for him,  he’d  never  had    that in life. before the apocalypse, judith had had  this,  she’d  lived  in  an   alright neighbourhood where things were normal.   judith  slowly  sneaked    up behind &  reached  out,  wrapping  arms  around  his  neck.  a  childish    giggle before she seats herself down next to him & stares out at the water.

                                       ❝ – – you wanna talk? ❞

#ruinosis #ii. alexandria #{ baeeeee. sorry this took so long! }

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The night that my parents died, I blew off family night so that I could go to some party. I ended up getting stranded, and they had to come pick me up. That’s why we ended up in the car at Wickery bridge and that’s why they died. Our actions are what set things in motion. But we have to live with that.

#i. judith grimes

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 she likes being on the outside sometimes. when  things  get  tough  behind  the walls of alexandria she likes to escape. she’s grateful for the  walls,  for   the life she has been gifted with. she wants to make it work here, she’s just  not too sure how. she sits by a small river  that  runs  through  most  of  the   surrounding forest -- here it’s peaceful, here she has no  problems.  a  snap   of a twig is what causes her to flinch & turn swiftly.

                                   ❝ -- -- who’s there? ❞

#{ this is an open. c: pls reply. } #open rp #indie rp #twd rp #ii. alexandria

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#{ bae in the woods. } #i. judith grimes

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#i. judith grimes #{ oh the pain. }

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i. like this for a starter. mutuals & strangers.

#{ leaving this here & going to smoke a thang of magic & dreams. i'll have insp when i get back. }

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[ I'm sorry, what was this blog previously? ]

this was a blog for a twd oc. mason was his name & he was from terminus. the blog didn’t really succeed tbh.

#i. asks #i. anon asks #i. ooc asks #i. lauren speaks

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maccance:

you heard it here folks, elliot is p badass B))

that’s right! he’s a badass mofo.

#i. lauren speaks #maccance

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  she’s cautious, gun aimed  at  the  ready.  she’s  never  seen  this  woman    before. which makes her a stranger, & judith  has  always  been  weary  of    strangers. she approaches her slowly, the two of them finally  making  eye   contact. she’s not afraid, not anymore.

  ❝ – – who are you? ❞

#pretentiiousness #ii. new encounters #{ hello! }

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  he’s good at this, she realises from afar. he’s good at surviving & he seems   to know what he’s doing. she watches as he kills walkers that are scattered   around him. he seems quick, intelligent when it comes to putting an end  to   them. she’s fascinated by him, fascinated by how he survives. it isn’t until a   walker reaches out from behind her & causes her to fall out from where she    was hiding & instead, out into the open.

#maccance #ii. new encounters #{ hello there friend! }

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  she always feels rebellious going outside  of  alexandria’s  gates,  but  she   knows someone has to. order needs to be kept & she can’t lose what  she   has learnt whilst being out there, she needs to remain a fighter. she  looks   towards rosita who is just as determined as her to keep fighting. they both   carry guns to keep safe, to take out any walkers nearby.

  ❝ how’s tara doing? did they say she was going to get any better? ❞

#rosiitas #ii. alexandria #{ hello there doll. }