Send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.
Another night coming off a rough shift on duty and all Pearl cared about was simple. Get back to her apartment and get drunk as fuck as she could. That was how she spent most of her nights after all. And sometimes it amazed her that she was able to actually get up the next morning and go right back to work. But somehow she did and she was okay with that, And it was probably partly because of her friend Rick Grimes who seemed to keep an eye on her. But she had to be honest she wondered about him. She didn't understand why he kept trying to escape it had been at least twice now and she didn't get it. This place was good for everyone at least that was what she was told…. What she believed.
As she came to a stop next to Rick's room that was when she started to hear noises that sounded like fighting. "What the hell… " she said as she walked over to his door. As she did she saw that the door was halfway open and she heard grunting. She frowned slightly before she pushed the door open and started to make her way into his apartment and that was when she saw him standing over a dead body with a knife in his hand.
"What the hell Grimes?" She asked as she looked at him. She then shook her head and looked towards the door. She should go and leave him to clean this up but she sighed and looked at him. "Lets get this the hell cleaned up Grimes." She said and started to help him. It took them a bit but by the time they were done no one would know what had happened. " Wanna tell me what the hell that was about? Or was this another try and escaping?" She asked as she pulled out his bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass. " Damn it." She said and tossed the glass." Talk to me Grimes. " @rickgrimesdoingrickthings
feel free to specify who is receiving the actions
[ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other
[ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint
[ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves
[ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious
[ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot
[ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other
[ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s)
[ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare
[ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day
[ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed
[ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital
[ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick
[ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured
“ just let me help you. ”
“ shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding. ”
“ it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before. ”
“ hey, you can talk to me. ”
“ shh- lie back. you’re safe now. ”
“ you need to stay still. ”
“ how the hell did this happen? ”
“ are you sure you’re okay? ”
“ that isn’t ‘just a scratch’. ”
“ stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up. ”
“ i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open. ”
“ if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself. ”
“ for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse. ”
“ you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it. ”
“ i’ll be okay. i promise. ”
“ a little help? ”
“ i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach. ”
“ i’m fine, i just need a moment. ”
“ no hospitals. ”
“ you need a fucking doctor. ”
“ you need to slow down. ”
“ you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground. ”
“ you have to sleep eventually. ”
“ stop fussing, i’ll be fine. ”
“ shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts. ”
“ i’m scared. ”
“ i feel so cold. ”
“ i can’t feel my legs. ”
“ i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet. ”
“ what the fuck happened to you? ”
“ who the fuck did this? ”
“ you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me. ”
“ fucking hell. ”
“ i need help. please. ”
“ i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this. ”
“ if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass. ”
“ it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out. ”
You're in real trouble now, Sergeant Major.Thorne: During intake, she said that she was looking for safety in numbers.It helped me make my case. Thing is, she doesn't look like someone who relies on others for safety.
You're here because of me. People like you, they're not let in. You're a leader, what we call an 'A'. If you are allowed to live in the city, you won't work, farm, shop, read. No. You'll look for answers. You'll ask what happened here, and why, and to whom, and you'll seek justice based on a feeling in your gut, a feeling you can't name. But what if I told you there was only one way to get those answers, those secrets, only one way to understand the whole picture? Would you take it?
THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE | S1E3: Bye