"M'fine."

★ — "M'fine."

Huffed response, clearly annoyed, at the mention of calling someone, his eyes get wide ; a flash of fear he can't quite hide.

"No, don't ——!"

' are you alright? is there anyone i can call for you? ' @braveburned

❛ The most important thing here is we need to stay together. ❜ @jeremangled

THE WALKING DEAD SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

★ — Gregory's never been outside the wall before.

The thought sits heavy in his chest— this is all completely new to him— a constant weight, a steady, thrumming fear. He has no clue what to do, how to maneuver this terrain, how to get where they're supposed to be going. Michael and Jeremy navigate like its second nature to the pair, and Gregory is acutely aware that he may as well be dead weight.

He sticks closer to Jeremy for the simple fact that the man makes him feel less terrible about that than Michael does.

Gregory hears ( more than he sees, eyes practically glued to the ground as if he can will the rocks and rubble to not shift under his feet and cause him to stumble as he walks ) Jeremy come to a stop and shuffles his feet to mimic the abrupt stop. Blinks in response, a little confused.

"Um — 'kay."

He lifts his eyes to nod in agreement, taken aback by the seriousness in his tone. A beat of silence passes. Gregory opens his mouth to ask a question— promptly closes it. He'll just annoy them. Jeremy turns to lead the trio once again, and nearly as soon as they take their first steps onward once more —— yeah, he can't help it.

"Why? Where are we going? Is there gonna be infected? Or is it more FEDRA patrols? Does FEDRA patrol this far out? Do you guys see fireflies when you come this far out?"

my love language is bothering

★ — There's a tension in the boy's posture that only seems to increase as the man sits down beside him. He doesn't move, but he does lean slightly away, very intentionally leaving a distance between them. He looks ready to bolt at any moment. Despite being so young and alone, he seems to at least have some sense of stranger danger.

"Not lost. I don't need help. I'm just— taking a break."

' alright, alright — i hear you. no calls. ' daniel looks down at the boy for a moment before sitting beside him on the sidewalk. ( he looks to be about ten, far too young to wandering around by himself. ) ' are you lost? 'cause i know my way around here pretty well ... could help you out. '

hi hello I'm dangling gregory over the dash like he is a limp kitten — if anyone wants to plot anything or bug him through my inbox to get a thread going I am here finally ♡

just some doodles with my favorite brush :)