Welcome to Walking Dead, Survival! By joining this site, you accept the terms and conditions and are willing and able to prove that you are 18 and older. By accepting this, you release all liability.
Forum Roleplay: Roleplay resources catering to play-by-post forum gamers and communities
If you would like to establish your own Stronghold, please private message Remy with a name, city, state and brief description of your stronghold. If you have any questions about any of the stronghold's listed above, please mesesage the leaders. NEWS AND EVENTS:
For news and events in our area strongholds, click here: STRONGHOLD NEWS
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Jun 26, 2016 12:45:29 GMT -5
After all that happened between them. Dean remained beside Nickiah's side ever loyal and protective over Nickiah Baker. He slept in the same bed he was operated on the night before. Wincing a little in pain every time his wounded wrist bumped against his sides, toes curling each time his ankles bumped together reminding that even in his dreams he wasn't safe.
Nickiah's good eye opened slowly after he gasped a little bit coughing on his own drool. First came the pained tears from the aching feeling throughout his form. He had taken a beaten and then some when on his date with the dear Walton. One that he was sure at the top the list as far as tinder dates went. All jokes and humor aside Nickiah spotted his love, his world, his...Alfred? His sight wasn't perfect and he could only assumed that he had a rag or something over his black eye? The thought of losing his vision from the nail didn't occurs until minutes after looking over what seemed to be an Alfred.
He cleared his throat. Lips dry even from the drool his tongue and throat craved some water. Nick didn't think to ask for something like a glass at a time like this as he tilted his head to the side with an audible groan. Was Nickiah still dreaming or could this be the purgatory his parents had condemned him to at his coming out? So many questions and so little energy to waste. "A-Alfred? Where is Dean? I'm not dead? Please no!" Tears formed a river down his cheeks as the thought of death scared him less then the things he hadn't got to tell Dean.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Aug 4, 2016 18:41:30 GMT -5
Dean had been somewhere in-between sleeping and awake during then night. Like Joseph said, this night was crucial, if Nick got through this he would make it. So with every sound Nick made or even the slightest movement, Dean his eyes opened and he checked if his boyfriend was doing ok. He guarded Nick, stayed close to him, held his hand and hoped he would make it.
In the morning Dean had been asleep for half an hour, until waking up from the sound of Nick clearing his throat. The first thing he noticed was the daylight filling the room, he made it through the night. Dean had hope, hope that everything would be ok.
Dean then heard Nick calling him Alfred, asking if he was dead and slowly crying. Tears formed in Dean his eyes, not only because his boyfriend was crying, but also because of happiness, happiness caused by hearing Nick his voice.
Dean gently placed his hand on Nick his cheek and softly rubbed his thumb over Nick his skin. “It’s ok sweetie, I’m here, it’s me Dean.” He said softly. “You are still alive and kicking.” He said slightly smiling as tears ran down his face. He could hear how weak Nick was, but at least he was awake. He remembered nick clearing his throat. “Do you want some water, are you thirsty sweetie?” he asked softly.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Aug 6, 2016 23:35:30 GMT -5
His dark brown eyes- his dark brown single eye began to focus on the figure next to him. The one he assumed to be Alfred began to look more and more like Dean. By the time Dean announced his name Nickiah tried to wipe away some of the salty tears that formed in his eye as the tears ran down his cheeks. "Dean stop crying and take this rag off my face" Nickiah laughed softly as he wanted the thing covering his eye to be removed. Unfortunately for the young man he had no idea that his eye was not working order. The last thing he remembered was the evil fucker holding the nail gun close to his eye.
A frown crept over his face at a realization in the making. He stared at Dean while happy that he got to see his love again the question was still bothering him. Weakly with a groan of pain escaping his breath Nickiah reached for his eye hoping to remove the rag or blanket covering it. Instead what he was greeted with was pain from the sudden pressure his hand applied to the bandage over his damaged eye. Nickiah cried out in pain and quickly placed his hand back down beside him as he winced from the pain he caused himself.
"Why wouldn't you stop me! What the hell is wrong with you!" He yelled suddenly at Dean. Gritting his teeth after the words came out knowing he was really yelling at himself for causing the pain on his own body. He had so many questions and Dean thought it was the perfect time to ask if he needed something? Why was it so hard for Nick to get at Dean.. "Yes." He said much calmer now that the pain was subsiding and he gathered what he wanted to ask first. "What's wrong with my eye? Joseph removed the nail right? I will be fine in a couple days or so right."
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Aug 7, 2016 12:18:10 GMT -5
Dean chuckled as Nick told him to stop crying, but his smile faded as Nick asked to take the rag of his face. “Nick, i…” but before he could even start to explain the situation he saw Nick raising his hand, going for the rag. Dean tried to stop him but he was too late. He heard how Nick yelled out in pain and it was as if the pain struck him too. His face showed the pain he felt of seeing Nick hurt.
But before he could say anything he heard Nick yell out to him, blaming him for not stopping his hand. “I…..i tried sweetie.” He softly replied. Dean knew it was probably the pain talking, so he didn’t yell back or anything, besides Nick was in pain, so the last thing he wanted was to get in a fight.
Moments later Nick replied to his question about wanting some water. Dean got up from his chair and grabbed the bottle that was on the nearby night stand. He opened it and placed it on nick his lips, letting him sip, before closing it and putting it back.
As Dean walked back he heard nick asking about his eye. Dean was still out of sight and he closed his eyes, realizing how sad and hard it was going to be to bring him the bad news. He stepped closer, sat back down and grabbed Nick his hand. “Nick…sweetie…..I……” he paused and took a deep breath. “I have some bad news.” He spoke as he gently rubbed Nick his hand with his thumb. “Joseph did indeed remove the nail, but….” He paused again. “But he wasn’t able to save your eye, it was too badly wounded.” He spoke softly, giving him a small pinch to show he cared. He looked at Nick his face awaiting his reaction.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Aug 18, 2016 6:40:36 GMT -5
Even though Nickiah was indeed in great pain from the simple action. He wasn't truly angry with Dean despite yelling at his love. What he actually was mad about was the fact that he had hurt himself so badly. The touch of his hand over his damaged eye stung and made him which his finger tips had never grazed the surface.
He sipped from the water bottle that Dean had brought to his lips. A small faint smile appeared after swallowing the liquid to fix his dry mouth. "Thank you. I-I'm sorry for yelling." Nickiah apologized weakly in a meek soft tone that sounded as though he was ashamed for his actions. He felt bad for touching his eye and causing so much pain and taking out the frustration on someone he held so close.
Nickiah felt sick. He felt as though someone has picked up his stomach and thrown it around making it do flips and somersaults. Deans voice seemed to echo through his head like a gong repeating the same line over and over like a broken record player. "What? No! That's not possible!" He began to cry and slowly shake his head, that actions was stopped by the pain it caused on his weakened body. "What about the nail wounds huh? Your going to tell me that I'm paralyzed or something!"
His lower lip began to quiver and his hand began to shake a little bit. Thankfully Deans own hand pinching his allowed for a good anchor to hold onto. Tears continued to fall down Nickiah's face while he tried to swallow the news. "Your joking right? Please tell me this is some fucked up joke?" He asked
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Aug 23, 2016 13:26:12 GMT -5
Dean watched Nick sip some water and he was glad, he needed to keep him hydrated. Dean smiled a little as Nick apologized for yelling. “It’s ok, don’t worry.” He spoke softly. Dean felt his heart break as he heard how Nick didn’t want to believe it. It got even worse when Nick started to cry, Dean himself felt his eyes getting watery, he did his best to comfort him and softly rubbed the back of Nick his hand with his thumb.
He looked at his boyfriend as he asked about the other wounds, worrying he might be paralyzed. Moment later he felt how Nick his hand began to shake, but he gave it another soft pinch, to let him know he was there for him. Tears ran down Dean his face as he shook his head in reply to Nick his question if it was a joke. “I……..i wish, I could tell you it was a joke.” Dean said while more tears ran down his cheek. “But it’s not.” He added.
He slowly got closer and placed his head in front of Nick his head, so their noses touched. “We are going to get through this, together.” Dean spoke, as the tears kept coming. “I know it will be hard, but I’m here sweetie, I’ll pull you through.” He spoke softly, before he softly kissed Nick, making sure he didn’t hurt him. Then he slowly backed away, but still holding his hand. “We can do this.” He spoke softly looking at Nick, trying to force a smile on his now wet face.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Sept 2, 2016 8:04:52 GMT -5
After everything that happened. The end of the world as he knew it, the death of his parents, the unknown location of his sister and finally the death of his Ex boyfriend Alfred. The world still wanted to show its ugly face and smack around the poor young man while he already lost so much. Nickiah was angry and upset, overwhelmed would be an understatement in how much he felt like everything he was feeling.
The tears continued to come and he felt Dean pinch his hand bring his dark brown eyes up to look at him. He couldn't stop crying or being upset but knowing Dean was there by his side helped immensely. Nickiah wasn't sure if he would have kept up arguing with that evil man. Nickiah looked around and saw no one else in the room and asked softly with a cough. "Me and Sisa were together. Did she make it back okay?" He asked wanting to make sure his good friend had managed to get back to her child safe and sound.
Deans words were touching. He felt their noses touch as his love told him that they would make it through this. It reminded the New Yorker of something Dean had said early in their relationship and both the words now and the memory of back then caused a weak smile to grow just before he was gently kissed. It caused a grown to escape his lips due to one of them being busted but Nickiah looked happier then before although still in pain. "Remember when you said I was the light for you in this world... It Feels like it has switched around." Nickiah said quietly before giving Deans hand a squeeze.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Sept 3, 2016 11:57:17 GMT -5
Dean let his lover take a moment to process everything. Both their faces where wet from all the tears, but the strength they got of the love for each other, was strong enough to banish all the darkness away. It was quiet in the room, they didn’t need to talk, they just needed to feel each other, take a moment, a moment filled with happiness of being reunited, a moment to let all the fears of never seeing each other again go, a moment to enjoy.
The moment of silence, broke when Nick asked if Sisa was ok. Dean nodded as he softly forced himself to smile. “Yeah she made it back, she wasn’t captured.” Dean spoke softly. After their noses touched and the kiss passed, Nick spoke about how Dean wash is light now. “We will always, be each other’s light, when darkness comes to get us.” Dean spoke with a smile as he finally managed to stop crying. “They will need more than a well guarded fort, to keep me from saving you.” Dean spoke with a little wink. “I will always be there to keep you safe.” Dean spoke. “I might….” He paused as he fought his tears. “I might have failed now, but it won’t happen again, I promise.” He spoke softly.
Dean then once more leaned in and let their noses touch. “I would kiss you again, but with the lip it will hurt right?” he spoke with a little smile.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Sept 15, 2016 10:26:39 GMT -5
The silence that had followed that sweet moment of just being together again was nice. It was always hard for Nickiah to pin down exactly what he loved about Dean. Usually those sort of questions came from his own lips directed at Sisa asking why she liked Zack so much. They were good friends, had the same basic beliefs when it came to religion, and they both like joking with the guys they like the most. Sisa on the other hand did not enjoy talking about the sexual nature of her and Zack... Nickiah on the other hand? Bragged about Dean to her which would usually lead to the usual "What!" Or "Tsk tsk.." Most of the reactions Nickiah assumed was because of Sisa's modest nature. They certainly were the polar of friends.
Nothing could compare to the relationship Dean and he has. It was like fairytale that never ended and climaxes amongst the story never seized. "Good I was worried something happened. Zack must have been worried sick about her?" He asked swallowing spit again. He wondered about what had happened while he was gone. He was genuinely concerned however Deans next words made him smile a little more. Dean was so sweet.. Nickiah never understood how he could put up with his childlike stubbornness. The same stubbornness that wounded him up like this, he should of listened to Dean.
His dark brown eyes saw a tear run down Deans cheek. He gently brushed it away with his good hand very soft and sweetly. "You did not fail Dean. Im still alive and here with you." Nickiah whispered just as quietly. A smile grew on his light brown face at Deans question as he noticed how Dean leaned close so their noses brushed together. It was almost rediculous how good Dean could make him feel even in a time like this. "Well Prince Charming dont you know it is custom to kiss where there is a injury and my lip is awfully hurt. Why not make it better?" He said softly with a little smile leaning his head closer wanting to be kissed
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Sept 17, 2016 15:27:57 GMT -5
Dean his eyes filled with fear and sadness as Nick asked about Zack. He still held Nick his good hand, the one without the wounds. He softly rubbed it with his thumb. He didn’t say anything yet and let Nick speak as tears kept running down his face. Dean then felt how Nick brushed his tear away and tried to cheer him up, telling he didn’t fail. “I should be the one cheering you up.” Dean spoke with a little smile as yet another tear left his eye.
After a shot moment of silence, Nick replied to Dean about the kiss. Dean chuckled as he called him prince charming and how a kiss always made things better. “Only a true loves kiss, but what is more true than our love for each other.” Dean spoke softly before he gently kissed Nick making sure he didn’t hurt him. He slowly backed away, letting their noses rub one last time.
Dean stood up straight and watched Nick, as he reminded himself that he needed to tell the bad news about Zack. “Nick…I….” Dean paused as he closed his eyes and looked away. “I got to tell you something else.” He spoke softly with hesitation in his voice. “Zack is missing, Nicky.” He spoke as he opened his eyes and looked back at Nick, hoping he would stay strong and not completely break down.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Oct 3, 2016 8:25:48 GMT -5
"You do.. Every waking moment. Sometimes in my dreams too although those are R rated dreams" Nickiah winked with his one good eye toward Dean as he chuckled. It was the truth in what he said of course. From the moment they met Dean had been trying to cheer him up making even the grim moments turn to light. When Annie died it was his own time to make sure Dean was doing all right more then he been doing previously.
Nickiah could not help but grin as Dean spoke very sweet albeit corny words that tickled his ears so pleasurably. "Stop being so cheesy and-" He was very kindly silenced during his tease by a sweet and gentle kiss. Nick enjoyed it almost as much as their nose rubbing together.. They were almost so sweet they could give someone a cavity. Very quickly Nickiah kissed Deans nose before they parted their faces away.
The young man was saddened by the news but not completly devastated. He looked away in an attempt to hide the tears forming in his eyes sliding down those brown cheeks of his. "S-sisa must be devastated. Koya is missing her daddy!" He sniffled up the snot that began to form in his nose. He felt more sorry for Sisa and Koya then Zack. Zack seemed like the type to be able to handle himself in the case of trouble but still.. Watching another family torn apart by this apocalypse was even more sickening since he practically watched that family form right in that Tennessee farm house.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5