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"What brings you by?” Winter questioned the other, dark brown eyes loaded with a certain wariness. Sure, she could be a social butterfly with people, but that was either when she was off the clock or a different guard was interrogating a visitor. When it was Winnie’s turn, however, her more protective side overrode her extrovert label. Yes, they were all in this together yet she was a firm believer in you could never be too careful.

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survivorxosbourne​:

The irony was not lost on him. He had made a makeshift home for himself inside a fucking police station. Well, a cop did once tell him that he’d die in jail but this wasn’t what anyone had meant at that time. Oh how the world had changed. The police station itself had its deficits. Most of the windows were broken and now boarded over. The interior was not exactly spacious and the initial looting had hit the place hard. That was before Oz had taken over. 

Now the building was secure as he could make it, which meant the civilians within were as safe as he could make them. People looking to him for safety was another irony. One of the cells was now a kids room, locked at night to offer maximum protection to their most fragile citizens. Spare rations tucked under one of the bunks just in case they had to stay in there for any length of time for reasons everyone understood without articulating. One of the other cells was his bedroom, the only private sleeping space in the entire building but there had to be one perk to being keeping all these fools alive. A place to sleep securely was his. 

Oz walked to the doorway and looked out at the other. “In or out because I’m not loving this open door situation. Hurry up now.” He half scolded gruffly, as his hand reached for the gate he intended to draw closed. Night was falling and even he wasn’t fool enough to be outside at night unless pressed. He planned to lock up before doing the headcount. 

“Sorry,” Winter started with an apology as a sheepish look appeared on her face for a fleeting moment. “I’m just here to check up on the kids and pick up the ones with older family at the middle school.” The work of a guard was never truly done, but she certainly didn’t mind escorting the younger group members back home. They reminded her of her younger cousins who were hopefully a world away from all of this chaos.

She promised, “I’ll be in and out.” There was no way in hell that Winnie would ask a different camp to take her in for the night. Even if it was safer to not risk travel until daylight hours, she didn’t want to risk being a burden. A temporary mouth to feed was still a mouth to feed at the end of the day. “But if you���re set on closing the gate then the middle school kids and I can be out in the morning.” Even she could admit that now wasn’t the time to be stubborn and risk starting an argument.

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irxdxscence​:

Elise wished the kind girl’s words were as true as she wanted them to be. Between Nana wandering off, not recognizing her, or what’s going on it was a hardship on many. And then there was the matter of her, Elise, never holding a weapon in her entire life. It was difficult to imagine how she made it this far, but then again, with people like Winnie who seemed to take pity on her and her Nana, maybe not. “Really, you do far more then your share. There’s more I could do, honestly.”

Winter nodded as she replied, “You’re doing your share too Elise. Going above and beyond if you ask me. If you guys have the applesauce under control, then maybe I could keep you company?” There were a fair amount of things that drove Winnie up the goddamn walls, loneliness among them. She was a social butterfly before the apocalypse, a true blue extrovert. So sue her if she got her energy from being with other people. “Thanks again for the apple,” Winter stated.

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irxdxscence​:

“Of course”, she chimed. “But really, you don’t have to. You already are doing so much as a guard. I’m just trying to be as helpful as I can be, considering Nana can’t contribute as much as the others.” As much as she hated to say it, it was true. Her and Nana were far more of a burden, even a nuisance, compared to everyone else in the camp. It was a wonder they hadn’t been thrown out already.

Winnie replied, “I’m always happy to help out.” If there was an opportunity to lend a hand, she was going to at least offer. “Dare I say that you’re succeeding,” she complimented. Other people probably saw burdens and nuisances, but not Winnie. Life was far too precious nowadays. Plus Elise was clearly doing the best she could which was something that had to be respected.

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irxdxscence​:

“There’s plenty!” She held the apple out to the blonde, wagging it in the air. “There’s three more baskets going around, plus I heard people talking about hitting the orchard again tomorrow now we know that it’s actually worth the trip.” When she mentioned Nana, Elise refused to let her smile fall. Winnie and her family had worried about her enough. Nana’s worsening condition shouldn’t rest on anyone’s shoulders but hers. “She’s doing good. She’s napping right now. Once she wakes up I’ll see if she wants to help me turn some of the apples into applesauce for later.”

“Alright,” Winnie finally agreed, but her grateful smile betrayed her while she accepted the apple from Elise. “That’s awesome.” One could never go wrong with having multiple resources, especially when it came to something as important as food. Winter gently hummed as she listened to the update about Elise’s Nana then made a mental note to swing by whenever she could. “Happy to hear that. And I’m of the humble opinion that you can never go wrong with applesauce. If I have a little extra time on my hands, would it be alright if I stop by and help out?”

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halfalivc​:

open  starter.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲  𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲  𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀  𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻  𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻  𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁  𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱  𝘁𝗼  𝗯𝗲  𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲  :  and  this  was  one  of  those  times.  he  didn’t  think  of  his  family  and  friends  in  korea  often.  tried  his  best  to  keep  busan  off  of  his  mind.  but,  as  he  stood  on  the  sidelines  and  watched  a  young  boy  hug  his  mother  goodbye  before  she  went  out  with  a  group  of  other  scavengers,  he  couldn’t  stop  his  mind  from  wandering  to  his  own  birth  mother.  is  she  alive  ?  is  she  one  of  the  fucking  monsters  ?  or  is  she  just  …  dead  ?  and  if  she  does  happen  to  be  alive,  is  she  asking  herself  the  same  questions  about  him  ?  is  she  worrying  about  him  ?  

sure,  it  was  a  trivial  matter  compared  to  the  bigger  picture  he  faced.  he’s  constantly  away  from  camp,  searching  for  food  and  water  and  survivors,  always  putting  himself  in  harms  way.  he  doesn’t  have  the  time,  nor  the  energy,  to  be  upset  over  what  he  has  no  control  over.  it’s  not  like  he  could  go  to  busan  and  check  in  with  his  mom.  and  he  should  be  thankful.  he  has  his  dad,  his  step  -  mom.  he  shouldn’t  worry  so  much  about  someone  he  hasn’t  heard  from  since  his  eleventh  birthday. 

frowning,  he  turned  away  as  the  little  boy  started  to  cry  once  his  mother  was  out  of  sight.  at  least  you  still  have  your  mom,  he  thought  to  himself.  and  then  he  felt  guilty.  is  he  really  so  bitter  that  he’s  going  to  be  angry  that  a  child  still  has  his  parent  ?

he  turned  on  his  heel,  jogged  away  from  the  church  and  the  small  group  of  people  who  lived  there.  he  walked  around  the  town’s  old  shopping  district,  and  immediately  spotted  the  local  used  book  shop  he  used  to  frequent.  he  went  inside  without  thinking  to  check  for  biters  or,  even  scarier,  survivors.  browsing  the  shelves,  still  full  of  novels  and  textbooks  and  self  -  help  bullshit,  made  him  feel  like  everything  was  back  to  normal.

he’d  just  picked  up  a  copy  of  his  favorite  book  from  his  childhood,  harry  potter  and  the  goblet  of  fire,  when  he  heard  a  ’  BANG  ’  ,  from  the  back  where  the  bathrooms  were.  he  reached  for  his  blade,  and  just  waited.  but  he  didn’t  hear  anything  else,  and  nobody  emerged  from  the  back  room,  so  he  called  out.  —  “  HELLO  ?  “

Under normal circumstances, Winnie wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving the middle school. Correction, she wouldn’t be at the middle school under normal circumstances. But as far as she knew, her presence wasn’t required. The desire to get some fresh air and stretch her legs some had absolutely no influence on her decision to leave. Nope, not at all.

The used bookstore grabbed her attention. For a fleeting moment, Winter was reminded of her mother. Dr. Anderson loved to read in her spare time and a common family joke was related to how that trait passed to the kids which translated to plenty of silence in the Anderson household. Plenty of those books had come from this exact store. Gently loved by others before they found a new home with Winter’s family.

So, naturally, she entered the store. Just one quick lap before she returned to the school. Except lady fate decided to pull a little practical joke and take advantage of her wariness for walkers. Winter turned then her back collided with a shelf, which was apparently just enough to make a textbook topple down with a ‘ BANG ‘.

“Son of a bitch,” she hissed under her breath as she bent to pick it up. But Winter stopped in her tracks when a voice called out and she slowly straightened up. One hand went for her pack of bolts, the other readied her bow. “Hey, sorry. That’s my bad.”

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irxdxscence​:

“Well I’m not sure I’d go that far”, she said with a smile. Grabbing a hold of the biggest apple she could see, Elise offered it to the girl. After all, her and her family was the only reason nanna and her had made it this far. “If you think they look good you should really taste one. I didn’t think we’d ever have something so delicious ever again.”

Winter chuckled before she noticed that the offered apple. “Thank you Elise, but I couldn’t possibly do that. If there are any left over once everyone else has had a chance, I’ll happily take one then.” Even though she was one of the guards and needed to keep her energy up, the wellbeing of others would never fail to be one of Winnie’s first priorities. “How’re you and your nanna doing?”

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irxdxscence​:

Location: The middle school Status: Open

“Guess what”, Elise called as she bounded towards the other. With a wide toothy grin on her face, the blonde pulled the hand towel from the top of the basket in her arms revealing several ripe apples. “Can you believe it? Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your entire life?”

“Those look beautiful,” Winter agreed with a gentle sort of smile. “Almost too good to eat. Like somebody somewhere should be painting a portrait of them.” The joke rolled out with ease despite the weight of it. As if anybody would be painting nowadays, especially of something that was part of an all too precious commodity. 

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( kiernan shipka. nineteen. she/her. ) WINTER ANDERSON, or WINNIE, has been at THE MIDDLE SCHOOL for SEVEN MONTHS and is currently a GUARD. their fellow survivors say they’re quite QUICK-WITTED, DEVOTED but i’ve heard whispers that they’re also FIERY, GUARDED. but, one thing is certain, they’ve survived this long for a reason. ( queenie. 19. est. she/her. )

Hello! The name’s Queenie and this sweet but chaotic bean is my daughter, Winter Anderson aka Winnie! Now, let’s jump in, shall we?

Before the apocalypse - Trigger warning for robbery

Winter Genevieve Anderson was the youngest daughter, but second child overall to a dad who owned a locally famous diner (Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls vibes) and a prominent psychiatrist mother. She had an older sister named Briar as well as a younger twin brother named Miles.

She had a fan-fucking-tastic childhood as this gal herself will tell you. Whenever she wasn’t in school, her time was split between the diner and the homes of her best friends. She’d either be helping her dad out however she could or just simply having a grand time with her friends, goofing off.

Of course, Winter could be serious when it was time to get serious. Her parents taught her to always be an advocate for the little guy and legend has it that an Anderson’s temper runs hotter than the fires of hell whenever injustice is at play. Bullies on the playground were no match for her sharp tongue. If that failed? Then resolving things with a round of fisticuffs never hurt.

Winnie was fairly popular in school, high school especially. She was a cheerleader and class president after all. But she also enjoyed her fair amount of nerdy things, such as being on the academic team and made so many bad archery puns during practice. Plus, her sweetheart reputation preceded her which made sure that she never knew a stranger.

So, she graduated from high school and decided to take Briar up on her offer of sharing a place. By the time fall rolled around, Winter had enrolled at a nearby college with a double major in business administration and culinary arts. She always had a love for food and cooking, plus she figured that it couldn’t hurt to have some professional training under her belt. Then who knew where fate would take her? Either she’d take over her dad’s diner or she’d go on to open her own restaurants.

Robbery TW - Just before Thanksgiving break however, she went out to celebrate Friendsgiving with her inner circle. They decided to head for the Anderson sisters’ apartment to continue the party and that was when things took a turn. During the walk back, someone attempted to rob the group. Keyword being attempted because Winter kept the would be assailant distracted while a friend called the cops.

Even though there was a moderately happy ending, the event shook her up. And she may or may not have taken up archery again. Other than that, life was quiet.

Then the apocalypse hit... Trigger Warnings for mentions of weapons & death

To say things went to hell in a handbasket would be an understatement. One moment, everything seemed fine. But next thing anybody knew, chaos was the new sheriff in town.

At the insistence of their parents, Briar and Winter started packing to return home to their hometown. “We should all be together. There’s safety in numbers,” their mom had said and dad echoed her sentiment without hesitation.

So, they returned home to be together as a family unit. And it turned out that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had taken in some neighbors as well, ever the hospitable sweethearts. They’d all banded together...for the time being.

The looters and rioters that ran rampant in the beginning eventually came knocking. The adults remained behind in an attempt to hold them off while the Anderson sibling trio helped the older kids get out with the youngers. While she did her best to keep other groups of siblings together, Winter ended up separated from her own.

She made her way to the middle school and she’s been there ever since. Armed with a knife when she first arrived, someone gave her a pistol crossbow along with some bolts when Winnie signed on to become a guard.

Why a guard instead of a cook, one might ask? After all, she does have that love for food and was majoring in culinary arts before the apocalypse. Well, it all goes back to that sense of justice along with that classic Anderson family desire to advocate for the little guy.

With that, I believe we’re all caught up! If there’s anything else you’d like to know about my gal or you want to do some plotting, please feel free to slide into my tumblr messages or add me (Queenie#6441) on Discord!