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[ I can't with this. Seeing something horribly disgusting and your reaction is basically: ]

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    "You're doing enough, Rick. We're surviving, it's what we do. You're doing what you believe is right and that doesn't mean you should self-doubt yourself now. We've made it this far ---- ain't nothing going to change that now."

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The Walking Dead + Andrea being a badass

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    Tara, the new girl. The girl that was found in the train cart along with everyone else. Back in Terminus, things were to hectic to ask questions. Even when they were fleeing from the burning establishment, it was best to get as far away as possible. The explosion, gun fire, the screaming would attract Walkers from miles and miles around. Who knew how many would be there by now. Hopefully it will keep the wide vicinity clear of Walkers for the time being, until they find another place to find, or until another loud noise fires off and they mindlessly roam to it, until they find it. After all this time, thinking about the dead still gave Andrea shivers. No one spoke about eerie they were.     Andrea wanted to give the girl some hospitality, after all, she was accepted by everyone else, so why not? The blonde had nodded at Tara's statement, which only confirmed that her paranoia was at least shared with someone else within the family. "We should have gone back..." She responded, her eyes finally drawing attention to the woman next to her. "It would have been dangerous, but now? I just don't know. I prefer volunteering for danger. I prefer to seek danger; I don't like danger seeking us." Another reason why she hated the Undead. Being hunted made Andrea more than uncomfortable. It's why she prefers being the look out. If danger comes, she'll see it before it see's her, and she wants it to stay that way.     "Until then, we'll keep this to ourselves. No need to bring any unwanted thoughts to the rest of them. I envy them, I suppose. I use to be able to come home from work and let my worries go for the night. Now? I can hardly sleep as it is..."  

     It was a moment of celebration, she figured. The moment was warming, they had food and for the time being they had shelter. They had agreed to follow Abraham to DC for this claimed cure and things just felt right for a moment. However, she knew this could change within seconds and she didn’t want to get too ahead of herself; she didn’t want to take advantage of it too much, that’s what she meant.

    The room was filled with mixtures of laughter and smiles; mindless conversation until the feeling of sleep would hit them. Even when sleep came, she knew someone had to watch guard. Those damn termites were still out there. And, while she was more than willing to accept, it seemed the blonde was well ahead of her — what was her name, Andrea? Tara was still terrible with names.

    This was another great opportunity to prove herself however, to prove she was capable and she was different. The girl who was willing to kill these people before, no — she was gone. Pressing past the groups of people, she’s quick to press out into the dark; the unknown, which concerned her the most. Being out here at night was never a good thing.

     She has her rifle gripped to her tightly, brows knitted in tight confusion. Head slightly tilted as she approaches Andrea, what was she so concerned about?

       ‘— you know their still looking for us. I don’t know, being out here just feels off, that’s not even the best way to put it.’

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    "I appreciate the concern Carl, but I should clear out this house. Can't look properly when you're busy fighting off Walkers. Who knows what we'll find in there."     Andrea stated, arms crossing across her chest while looking up at the young boy who was just relaxing atop of a roof. She wanted to warn him about the dangers and that he should be careful, but she was sure he heard it all before ---- besides, the roof was the less of their worries. 

          carl watches the person from the roof of the house           he was sitting on. he eats the chocolate pudding           quietly, not really wanting to be noticed. 

                                   ’ i wouldn’t go into that house.                                      too many walkers to handle alone. ‘ 

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… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via valyrianswords)

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    To Andrea, a church was the most ironic establishment to reside in. In retrospect, most of them were guilty of sinning in some aspect; whether it was justified by their current morals or not. She knew none of them were going to take a knee and beg for the absorbent of their sins. By this point, no one was keeping God close to their hearts, the only member who did was Father Gabriel. Andrea saw it as foolish more than anything else, even pathetic. The way the world worked now, it would be a sick joke to believe in a God, and believe this was all part of his big plan for them. As far as she was concerned, Father Gabriel couldn't be trusted, for the time being she was keeping Judith away from the Priest.      At the moment, Rick was taking care of his daughter, which was fine by her, for once she was able to eat without worrying too much about responsibilities. There was a supposed celebration, a warming moment, a blanket of safety shrouding them for the time being. Perhaps Andrea should have felt this, but she simply didn't. Leaving Terminus, leaving potential threats alive was beginning to dig itself under her skin, and it only made her more uncomfortable. This was going to bite them in their ass, eventually.     With a huff, she placed down the can of pork and beans, and gave herself a long stretch. "I'm heading out ---- shouldn't let our guard down too long." She whispered to whomever was sitting next to her. Standing up, she walked towards the large, wooden double-doors and grabbed her rifle before heading outside.      The night air hit her face, the hot, muggy air that she learned to loathe when she was just a young girl. Andrea soon let out a content sigh as she took a seat on one of the church steps, letting the silent night settle on her ears, the buzzing of silence was soon interrupted when someone opened one of the church doors. Andrea didn't bother to see who it was, maybe they too wanted peace as much as she did, so she didn't bother with any small talk unless they wanted to initiate it. 

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[ I should clarify that my AU!Andrea list is not meant to be a dis towards Carol's character in the show. I don't hate Carol, etc, it's merely a way for me to fit Andrea into the show. Just a disclaimer, to be honest. ] 

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    "I suppose I can't argue with that. It's hard to find enough time to sleep peacefully; looking over your shoulder doesn't qualify as good sleep in my book. Besides, wouldn't hurt to teach you how to keep your eyes open, especially at night. It'll keep you safer if you know what to look for."

               ”I can’t sleep. Not when I can hear ‘em out there.                 It��s not like any of us really sleep anymore anyway.”

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    "You should probably get some rest, it's getting late."

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