averescu ϟ Carl Grimes Gay

twenty-three.

T W E N T Y — T H R E E
T H E O D O R E

NEVER TRUST A NARCISSIST.

"I can touch your soul. You need to realize that there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter."

BUT THEY LOVE ME.

"What are you going to do with me?"
He asks.
"Are you gonna throw me away like you did to the others? Milo? Reece?"

"Milo would have made it, but I needed to know where Jedidiah's loyalty stood."

"That was an innocent man. You killed him for no reason."

"I needed to know where Jedidiah's loyalty stood!"

He shakes his head.
"What am I? Leftovers?"

"Rick Grimes, it can be terrifying to love someone who was forbidden to you— terrifying to feel something you could never speak of, something that was horrible to almost everyone you knew, something that could destroy your entire life and everything you've worked so hard for."

"You don't deserve everything you're getting. You're just like your father."

"I've been your addiction for the longest time and mow that you've been given a taste of me, you're not wanting to stop even if you're getting eaten alive with guilt for doing it."

"You're vicious."
He scoffs.
"You are truly vile. Like father, like son."

"Baby, I'm finishing what you started."

"What?"

"You started sticking your nose where it didn't belong. My daddy was going to be very gracious and friendly, but you struck a nerve in him that I hadn't seen in a while. We were going to be very nice, and you had to go and ruin everything."

"He asks for too much in return."

"A small portion of your rations each week? That's too much? You do realize that your irrationality fills me with pity, yeah?"

"If you want to help someone, you don't expect things in return, that's not how the world works."

"Yes, it does. Ricky, to play nice you have to be willing to take and give. You've built yourself up and delusion is making you think that a puffed chest translates into bravery. News flash, it doesn't."

"You don't give, you just take."

"If you've never met the devil in the road of life, its because you're both heading in the same direction."

"You're the spitting image of him."
He whispers.
"What? Do you get off on that?"

"Oh, no. If it looks like I give a damn, please tell me. I don't want to give off the wrong impression."

"I don't want you anywhere near my family. You may think that these bars will keep me away, but I promise you that they won't. I will destroy you. You're going to wish you killed me when you had the chance."