Silent call for you. What have I done to you...? "Lilly. That's all you need to know. I'm trying to survive just like everyone else out here." [ Sidebar image taken from just--some--guy. ] Independent blog for Lilly Caul from TWDG. Will interact with any fandom.
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"You're not going very far."
Her words were blunt and could easily be interpreted as cold. Lilly merely spoke the truth. Just my like. As per usual, Lilly took action. She would step up as the self-proclaimed leader. Besides, these two would be as good as dead without her assistance.
"Staying here is a death wish," she added with a disapproving frown.
Armed with a few rolls of gauze and antiseptic, she would see what she could do. The brunette asked to take a look at Shel's injuries, now face to face with the other woman. Shel seemed to be a younger replica of herself, albeit a much more scared and innocent one.
"Hang in there, Shel. Becca. You two think you can do that?"
Crash [ Lilly & Shel ]
Shel moved her arms around a bit, and she let out a noise as she moved her right. “I think it’s my right arm… and Becca said she thinks her ankle is broken… gosh, I should’ve been watching where I was driving…” she muttered, her tone regretful.
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'Moan' for Larry

Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine & Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants
“Christ, Lil'.” A grunt. “Just what the hell are you thinking?!”
“Shut up, Dad.”
A light slur accentuated Lilly's speech. She straddled his waist, given the fact that he was already seated. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She didn't bother uttering an apology, found no need to.
Plush lips hovered near his ear. At an agonizingly slow pace, she began to move her hips. Back and forth. Up and down.
She half-expected for him to gently push her aside, but was pleasantly surprised when he didn't.
She arched her back with a faint moan, clearly enjoying this a bit too much.
An eager hand roved over his pants before slipping inside, fondling her prize.
#{{ =//w//=; }}#{{ I'll wait my turn to be spiteful. }}#moan prompt#onlyonepriority#{[ fuCKING SPICEGIRLS' WANNABE STARTED PLAYING WHEN I WROTE THIS }}
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'Moan' prompt for Bonnie
Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest & Twenty: My muse will tease yours (take that however you will)
Bonnie laid back on the creaky mattress with wariness. A scarlet blush tinted her cheeks when she struggled to sit up, but Lilly placed a hand on the redhead's chest to push her back down as an indication of her desire.
“Don't move.”
“L-Lilly--” Bonnie began to protest, growing flustered when the brunette discarded her jacket and eased the former addict out of the remainder of her clothing.
“I said not to move, Bonnie. Listen to me.”
Her tone was stern, which made the older woman flinch. Her lips parted when Lilly straddled her waist, fumbling with the zipper to her jeans.
Lilly leaned forward, her lips ghosting over the pale woman's collarbone. The gesture warranted a gasp. So, she decided to go even farther. Leaning forward, her hair obscured her face and brushed against exposed flesh. Bonnie flinched, but produced a breathy moan when Lilly kissed the area between her breasts, then each one.
With some care, she unclasped the redhead's bra and flung it aside.
Calloused hands roved over each mound. Fingers teasingly spiraled down her abdomen, creeping beneath the waistband of her underwear.
Bonnie's head collapsed onto the pillow. Her hips jutted up in response, desperate for the attention.
Much to her dismay, Lilly stopped. Her attention ventured elsewhere, as though she had heard a bump in the night all whilst Bonnie pleaded for more.
#{{ 25 years later }}#{{ i combined two for you }}#apocalypticjunkie#drabbles#moan prompt#smut warning
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Lilly, meanwhile, had been carefully assessing their current condition. She sifted through their rations, making a mental note of how much they still had. Supplies were dwindling rapidly, a prospect that frightened the self-proclaimed leader more than she cared to admit.
Stephanie's voice snapped the brunette back into reality. She swore underneath her breath, as a sign of her displeasure. She moved with as much grace as a caged tiger.
"What is it, Stef?"
Brown eyes narrowed, her suspicious rising considerably. What the hell was Stephanie holding and when did it exactly come into her possession?
She cocked her head, trying to get a better attempt to see what was in the bundle of cloth.
Bring Out The Best || AU!Stephanie and Lilly
Child!AU: Our characters suddenly find themselves responsible for an infant and attempt to look after it until they can find who the child belongs to with little luck
#Bring Out the Best#{{ more like bring out the worse in lilly }}#{{ u feel me? }}#girlinneedofatourniquet
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"I thought as much," Lilly replied rather glumly. Her shoulders drooped with the pessimism that seemed to weigh them down. "Figured it was worth a shot, you know?"
Her arms folded across her chest as a reflex. Fingers curled into the fabric of her jacket, wrinkling the material in the process. Lips curled into a scowl, one produced from her mounting frustration.
Her expression softened once the brunette listened to Stephanie's proposal.She sighed, tilted her head so that she could study the multitude of cracks in the pavement.
"Sounds good to me. Take a breather and we'll come up with a set plan."
Finally, she experienced a concept once lost to her: hope.
Confinement [ Stephanie & Lilly ]
One side of Stephanie’s mouth twitched slightly, the only outward sign that the news of a mostly empty highway had been disappointing. Still, with the RV gone, there was still hope that her friends (if they still thought of themselves that way) were out there somewhere. And if that was the case… who was stay they weren’t meant to meet up again later?
Stef nodded a little. “Guess I am lucky,” she said, turning her gaze to Lilly’s own vehicle. Nothing ate gasoline like a motorhome, which was half of the reason their group had originally decided to settle in and fortify.
"Well, there won’t be anything here," she said reluctantly. "We had enough to move the trucks and do some quick runs here and there, but… nothing long distance." A wry twist of her mouth. "I could help you get some, once my legs stop shaking."
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Luckily for Bonnie, Lilly was no thief. Only a woman in her twenties, forced to deal with a brigade of assholes back at work.
She nodded when the redhead close, sneaking a brief glance to inspect the stranger beside her. Thin, gaunt, haggard. The poor thing looked like she had been through hell and back.
"Good thing I'm heading out of town," Lilly chimed in. "I was heading toward the local inn for the night. We can go farther, if we have to." She offered a friendly smile, picking up the pace and coasting down the road.
Surrender the Night [ Bonnie & Lilly ]
The woman’s face immediately lit up at the invitation, and she turned around long enough to grab her backpack before opening the passenger side door and climbing inside. Like Lilly, she was taking a big risk; she didn’t know this woman at all, and for all Bonnie knew, Lilly was planning on robbing her blind.
Not that she had anything worth taking, of course. The poor thing looked as though she had nary a penny to her name. "Bonnie," she said in return, offering a small nod. "And, uh… no. Just lookin’ to get outta town, I guess. I’m sorry for bein’ a hassle…"
#{{ i feel you }}#{{ i don't bother catching up on the dash }}#Surrender the Night#apocalypticjunkie
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Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!
One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse Three: Your muse owns mine for two days Four: My muse submits for yours Five: My muse dominates yours Six: My muse gives yours a striptease Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night Nine: Our muses do the deed Ten: Our muses hug one another Eleven: My muse nibbles yours Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine Fourteen: My muse ties up your muse Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing Sixteen: Your muse removes one article of my muse’s clothing Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants Eighteen: My muse buys yours a shot Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed Twenty:My muse will tease yours (take that however you will) Twenty-One: Your muse blindfolds mine Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) Twenty-Five: Wild card! I get to pick any of the above
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Trick
Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together
Two strangers had been brought together, courtesy of fate. Lilly Caul wrinkled her nose at the misfortune of being paired with Nate. He was an asshole, scum of the earth, and she could hardly stand him.
Hell, Kenny had been better. That was saying something.
Sneaking into a bandit camp proved to be a risky affair. However, Lilly was in dire need of supplies. Nate was in it for the thrill of it all. She rolled her eyes, shot out a game plan.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart."
Lilly scowled.
"Don’t call me that," she seethed.
Hatred lingered in her eyes.
"Alright… Sweetheart." A hint of a grin appeared.
She shook her head, frowning when she crouched behind a car for cover.
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[[ A Click And A Bang. ouo ]]
A Click And A Bang: My muse accidentally killing yours.
A thud in the night startled Lilly Caul. Unable to sleep, she pinched the bridge of her nose with a frustrated snort. She wriggled out of the confines of her sleeping bag, reaching for her gun.
The repetitive scrape unnerved her. Perhaps she was merely being overcautious, but one couldn’t be too certain nowadays.
Straining her vision through the darkness, Lilly spied a moving shadow in the corner of the convenience store that had become her sanctuary.
“Stephanie?”
She sounded incredulous, agitated. Her temper was a fiery thing, a parting gift from her father.
"… Lilly."
Caught like a deer in the headlights, Stephanie froze. She awkwardly fumbled with the strap to her messenger bag, on the run for a second time in her life.
A trembling hand gripped Lilly’s firearm for dear mercy. Thin brows pulled together, a scowl working its way onto her face.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Lilly snapped, jerking forward.
Stephanie raised her hands, as though this was a feeble attempt to quell the other’s rage.
"Think about this, Lil’. You… You don’t wanna shoot me."
Given the opportunity, Stef took a leap of faith and dove for the weapon.
Paranoia claimed another victim.
A struggle for the gun. A persistent game of tug and pull.
The muzzle brushed against one’s abdomen, which led to a spray of crimson.
Bang.
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Lilly's eyes narrowed, vision straining all the more. This woman looked so frail. How could she turn her down?
She glanced over at Bonnie, her harsh expression softening.
"Hop in," the brunette commanded with a friendly smile.
She had no set destination. So, it really didn't matter. Besides, Lilly could use the company. After a certain hour, the road became dull and lonely. Maybe this stranger would have a story to tell.
Slender fingers drummed against the steering wheel once more, a habit of sorts.
"Name's Lilly," she said. Might as well introduce herself. She doubted this woman was a serial killer. Her father would have scolded her for her carelessness, but he wasn't here and she didn't give a damn.
"Anywhere in particular you're heading?"
If not, she could head to a motel. Lilly didn't intend on driving home that night. For awhile, even.
Surrender the Night [ Bonnie & Lilly ]
Even in the darkness, the woman’s red hair was visible as she shyly approached the car, ratty Converses scuffing through the dirt. It was difficult to distinguish any other features, aside from her unusually pale skin. Once she reached the window, however, the light from within the car illuminated her face.
The poor thing looked as though she hadn’t eaten or slept in days, maybe longer. She appeared to be shivering, her pale, freckled hands mere victims to the weather outside. In her condition, it was a wonder she was able to keep herself upright. "Uh… yeah, I-I suppose so." A small, nervous smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I’m real sorry, but I… I could really use a ride.”
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It was better than nothing.
"I'll see what I can do."
Lilly, for the most part, was a woman who tried to fulfill her promises. She felt no obligation to Shel or Becca, regardless of the crash that occurred. She could have left them for dead. In fact, she probably should have. Maybe this was her lousy shot at redemption.
First aid kit in hand, she approached Shel.
"Anything broken?"
She would hate to pop something back into place.
Crash [ Lilly & Shel ]
"Thank you," Shel replied gratefully, shutting her eyes tightly when another surge of pain burst through her frail body, "We don’t have a lot. When we left our camp, we had some food, water, and a first aid kit. Now, most of our food is gone, and we barely have any water left. Good thing we still have that first aid kit handy…" She laughed weakly.
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Collection of Drabble Prompts
(none of these are mine shh)
I'm Sorry: My character feels guilty for being behind the wheel during the accident that left yours in the hospital.
Drunken Mistakes: Did they get married? What's going on? Our characters can't remember and have to piece together the night before.
Dark Siders: Flip character alignments
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave
Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa
Dream: My character will have a dream about your character
Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
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Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.
Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift
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Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.
Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.
Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.
Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.
Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.
Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.
Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.
Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.
Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.
Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.
Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.
Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.
Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.
Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours, Specify
Snow: Our characters in the cold together.
Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.
Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.
Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.
Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.
Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.
Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together
Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another
Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other
Stars: Our characters under the stars together
Snow: Our characters in the cold together
Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other
Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.
Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight
Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present
Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other
Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.
~CUTSIE ONES~
A Little Sleepy: Your muse falling asleep on my muse.
Cuddles: Our muses cuddling.
Mmph!: Our muses accidentally kissing.
A Little Messy!: Our muses being adorable cleaning up a mess together.
Hold Me...: Your muse has had a nightmare and comes to cuddle mine for safety.
I Kind Of...: My muse confessing that they love yours.
~FEELSY ONES~
Don't Leave Me!: Your muse is dying in my muses arms and mine is frantic, doesn't want to lose you, and doesn't know what to do about it.
Better Me Than You: My muse sacrificing themselves to save the life of yours.
Goodbye: My muse dying in your muse's arms.
A Click And A Bang: My muse accidentally killing yours.
Together Or Not At All: Our muses dying together, telling all their secrets and confessing things.
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Surrender the Night [ Bonnie & Lilly ]
Lilly Caul walked out the front door and took her father's booze with her.
In those days, she was still young, but not naïve. She felt bad for leaving her dad behind. His wife—her mother—passed away not too long ago. However, Lilly grew tired of his alcoholic stint. She grabbed the liquor that riddled the cabinets, packed a bag for herself, and now, sped off.
She left a note and some food. Nothing else.
It was an argument they had, which put her off. Irked her. Irritated, she drummed on the steering wheel with her fingers. Pop music blasted through the radio, a guilty pleasure of hers. Through the darkness, she spied a figure frantically waving sticks for arms.
“What the hell?”
Curiosity got the best of her. She pulled over her shoddy vehicle, which squealed when she skidded to a halt. Lilly rolled down the window and leaned forward.
“Do you need any help?”
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Sisters.
Family.
Reminded Lilly of the family she lost. A sharp pain in her chest led for her to shake her head in disdain, scowling at the memory. She became the embodiment of bitterness, a woman scorned.
"Yeah..." She mumbled with some reluctance. "Just hang on. Don't move." A warning edge crept into her voice when she freed herself from the confines of the RV.
She saw two forms in the wreck. Lilly heaved a deep sigh of relief before tentatively approaching them. "Can't say I'm loaded up on medical supplies. What about you?" A cock of her head, eyes surveying the scene. "Where are your supplies?"
Crash [ Lilly & Shel ]
"Shel…. Shel Faye," she called weakly, "And I’m with my sister Becca." The younger girl in question groaned in response, louder than before.
"Can you help us out of here? I think Becca broke her ankle, and I’m in too much pain to move… plus, I can’t find my gun." She sighed.
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Her grip was strong for a woman torn asunder by grief and guilt. Slender fingers weaved around Stef's hand to help her down. It was a sign of trust. She withdrew as soon as Stephanie joined her on the pavement.
Lilly had already scrounged the diner for supplies. She found a few cans, some rations. Not enough to make a living on. Her shoulders slumped down, courtesy of the growing number of burdens that she was forced to face. Plus, the weight of her bag didn't help.
"It's nothing," Lilly replied.
And really, it wasn't. This woman would eventually leave as well... Wouldn't she? That had always been the case. Lilly hardened herself by becoming a pessimist.
Lips pursed to form an expression of surprise. She shook her head once a frown took over. "No. Nothing. It's been pretty empty out here. You're lucky I stopped."
A pause.
"The only problem is... I'm low on gas."
Confinement [ Stephanie & Lilly ]
Stephanie sighed a little in relief as Lilly reached out to help her down from the truck. Most of her energy had been sweated out, and she didn’t trust her own legs to support her just yet - not until she’d had some water and something to eat.
She crouch-walked to the end of the trailer and took the other woman’s hand to jump down, flinching briefly as her knees buckled for a moment. Stef regained her footing with something of a struggle, clenching her jaw. It felt as if both legs had gone to sleep, stinging and burning underneath her.
"Shit," she said softly. "Thanks."
For the first time, she dared to look around what remained of the holdout at the diner. If any of the survivors there had become walkers, they’d wandered off already. Stef narrowed her eyes a little, then raised one eyebrow. Shel and Becca…? The RV belonging to her friends was missing and a gaping hole stood in their perimeter, truck doors smashed aside.
A flutter of hope quickened Stephanie’s breathing, her heart pounding a little faster. She turned toward Lilly, curiously, trying to stay calm. “You didn’t, uh, happen to pass anyone else on the way here, did you? Another RV?”
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{{ LILLYS MOD IS RELALAY DRUNK RIGHT NOW AND APAOLOGEIS IN ADVANCE FOR ANY DUMBBESS TO AOOCCUR }}
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[ ★ YO YO YO. ]
Road Trip!AU; Our characters go on a road trip, there’s a lot of laughter and fun and sightseeing and also a lot of trouble along the way.
{{ I’ll write you a starter tomorrow. Here, and for Leland. =w=d }}
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