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angsty ship meme - @thesheriffswife (& @lostgrimesgirl​)

Who starts most fights?

Lori tends to lash out at Rick a hell of a lot more.

Who surrenders at the end of most fights?

Rick

Who is more likely to cry during a fight?

Lori, but I’m sure she knows what buttons to push to get Rick there if she really wants to.

Who is more likely to storm out during a fight?

Rick but this doesn’t happen often because he’d rather stay and show he’s not leaving even when it gets hard. 

Who is louder in fights?

Rick when he wants to be.

Who is more likely to throw things in fights?

Both I think, but Rick never wants to scare his wife so if he’s getting to the point of aggression then he’d leave.

Who is more likely to bring up past mistakes?

Lori

Who is more likely to give the silent treatment?

Rick, as we’ve seen

Who is more likely to blame the other?

Lori

Who is more likely to blame themselves?

I think they both do this. Rick blames himself for a lot of things but I know Lori does the same after she’s lashed out him. 

Who gets jealous more easily?

Hm… despite their problems I feel they were both pretty secure about themselves before… Shane. I’m not sure on this one.

Who is angered more easily?

Lori definitely, but I think Rick’s temper is worse than hers. 

Who is more likely to break off the relationship?

I think it’d have to be a mutual thing, honestly?

Who is more likely to threaten to leave?

Lori

Who is more likely to actually leave?

I’m going to say Lori because despite everything… Rick never left, it never crossed his mind and I honestly think he’d stay even if their relationship had continued to go down hill.

Who is more likely to forget the other first?

I don’t think either of them could forget the other ok. That’s not how it works for them. 

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With a quick slick of lengthy fingers through her hair, Lori shakes her head for just a moment. Mouth slightly parted, earthy hues look into his eye.

Had she been that obvious?

Lori quickly closes her mouth and lets her hand fall to the back of her neck. The two of them have been together for half a year, and honestly, weirdly so, they fit quite well together - a couple no one thought would work but perhaps that was simply because they were more alike then they’d realized.

Slowly, she folds her arms over her chest and heaves a sigh. “I didn’t realize you were busy,” she admits while her eyes gaze behind him to the table with plans scattered over them.

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“I can feel you thinking. What’s botherin’ you?”

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Andrew Lincoln [47/?]

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{{ i want soup, hate not feeling well. hope y’all are doing well! 

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Ever just crave a nice hip grab followed by some slow kissing bc same

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Earthy hues flick to the tv when Rick shushed her. She catches a glimpse of the news, but she also sees that he’d put the plate down. Slick I her fingers through her long auburn hair, Lori reached over her husband’s lap and takes the plate from the couch. For a moment, her eyes watch her husband before she glances to the tv again. She’s itching to say something but knows that it won’t make a difference, he wouldn’t be paying attention. Leaning over, Lori presses a kiss to Rick’s temple before she slides off the couch and heads into the kitchen.

Flicking the light on, Lori yawns into her shoulder as her feet pad over to the sink. She dumps the rest of the eaten cake in the trash, there was only a bite or two left - before she reaches over to turn the faucet on.

After she washes the plate and the fork, she dries them and then puts them both away before she flicks the light off and heads back into the living room.

“We need to finish this conversation,” at some point, though she didn’t finish the rest of her sentence. Lori sighs, stopping near the end of the couch as she looks down, reaching over to smudge out some water droplets on her shirt.

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Maybe asking him to be home at a decent hour was asking too much? His touch against her ankle sends a shiver down her spine, she doesn’t push his hand away. It’s gentle. A small gesture that she’s missed, one that she’s yearned so much to fall into again. As if this fighting hadn’t set a giant wedge between the two of them.

Her teeth scrape against her lower lip while she listens to his plea for just enjoying tonight.  The tv in the background has a BREAKING NEWS story about Atlanta.  Lori twists her torso around to set the wine glass down on the end table behind the armrest. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she mumbles, her body turning back around to face him and the tv screen.

Please - she was so exhausted, she just wanted to bite her tongue and not let the bitch in her surface and cause another argument. Not now.

Opening her mouth, Lori’s eyes focus on his hand on her ankle. “Rick,” her voice squeaks, her head looking to the side as she tries to say something.

That’s when she’s reaching for his hand - to hold it.

He can’t bear to argue, so he just doesn’t. Giving a subtle nod to accept that she hadn’t meant it like that. His thumb circles her ankle again as he watches her, the plate all but forgotten at this point and set next to him on the cushion. His name parts from her, pitched and his brow furrows, waiting for her to say anything more.

It’s in the moment that she’s reaching for his hand that the television catches his attention. He doesn’t stop her from grabbing for him but he reaches for the remote with the other hand.

“Shh–,” He hushes her, clicking the volume up just enough to hear but not to let it travel through the house. On screen, the young female reporter is standing in front of a crowd, her voice barely louder than the eruption of chaos behind her. What seems like dozens upon dozens of people, their backs turn to the camera as the reporter rattles on about the fatal police shooting of yet another victim of some kind of hysteria. 

“What the hell…” 

Rick remembers, earlier at the station, just as he was leaving for the day. The calls coming in, questionable reports coming out of the outskirts of the county, further out in the sticks. They’d brushed it off without anything proper to go on and hoped it would settle itself out without further intervention.

Watching the live news coverage now, something stirs inside Rick. Like an instinct, like anxiety… dread. 

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                                    now…                                       i can’t go on.                                                     i can’t even start. i got nothing left just an empty heart.

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“As long as you’re trying, I’m staying.”

— Unknown

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Ever since the day Shane pulled up to the front of Carl's school with the news of Rick being shot, Lori knew her life would never be the same. And from there, things had only gotten worse.

Without having Rick in her life certainly changed her. But that was weeks, months even, and then the world ended and Shane swore her husband was dead. Lori didn't want to believe it. Would any wife want to believe that her husband was dead?

So much has changed since then. Rick survived, their marriage became both rockier and stronger, and their children were growing. But once again, Rick had disappeared on them...

Now, with eight years gone by and still no word from him, with everyone thinking he is indeed dead, Lori tried so hard to believe that he was -without a doubt still alive because miracles did happen, especially with the Grimes family. Judith being born in such a cruel world was a miracle. Carl surviving a bullet to the eye was a miracle. Rick being alive is a hope that she needs to desperately hold on to.

Judith's words beside her weren't a surprise. Everyone in the walls of Alexandria had been feeling the same, even Lori herself was slowly tearing at the seams, but she couldn't allow her daughter, or anyone else see that - what kind of woman, mother, wife...(widow?) would she be if she just fell apart now?

And in truth, Jude’s whisper broke the mother's heart.

Setting aside some plans from Michonne, Lori wrapped both of her lengthy arms tightly around her young teenage daughter as she kissed the top of her head. "I wish I could take your pain away, I wish I could bring him back." Lori whispered, her eyes staring at the window as she fought with tears that now urged to spill from her earthy hues.

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/ judith grimes

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃: 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. it was easier said than done to be completely honest. they talked about rick, of course, but it was always as if he had just been on a run. . . a run that had lasted 8 years and the majority of judith’s life. it was eating her up inside. she tried to hold back any mention of him just to avoid breaking her moms heart anymore. now, sitting side by side on the couch in silence, it was harder to hold back than ever.

“ i’m always sad and i’m always lonely but i could never tell you how i’m breaking slowly. ” the words were spoken in a low murmur as judith rested her head on lori’s shoulder. if she had said them any louder, she was afraid that they’d become all to real.

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( morning my dears. im hoping to get to those asks and to rewrite the replies that tumblr decided to gobble up on me yesterday. pls have a wonderful day / night and stay safe !! 🌈

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