survivesomehcw

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ascensionveined‌:

they were promised nothing. it came with the way life was anymore. before all of this people could get closer to being promised the safety and security of their lives and now there was really no such thing but the illusion of it until the illusion shifted and changed, lifted. yumiko was right. for now they were safe here. yes, magna thought about figuring out all of the options available to them just to figure out what might be best. some of them might choose one thing and some of them might choose another. she liked to think she would look to yumiko to learn what she thought before she made any singular choice on her own. 

the others didn’t owe her anything, but magna was closer to yumiko and in a different way and she wanted to know what she was thinking. she wanted to be alone with her to talk about those things. to even just exist with her. her girlfriend still needed a lot of rest. magna wouldn’t risk further injury to her, but she would trust her words when yumiko let her know how she was feeling, every time. her hand squeezed her girlfriend’s back and she allowed her thumb to run over her knuckles as they walked to the housing they’d been assigned to. there were multiple rooms, but for now she just aimed for the house and opened the screen door to the empty living room, happy to see that empty at least. “you said you haven’t eaten.” the screen door she held until yumiko was safe inside. 

yumiko thought often about the world as it was before. the way the world operated before. she thought about who she was. her own confidence and pride. how differently she acted or dressed. she thought about the way she ate, the thought she gave to food. she thought about all the things she never would’ve thought about before. all the things she took for granted. all the times she complained about having to wait twenty minutes in a line. all the times the prices of gas rose and fell. she complained about taxes and traffic and the heat. nowadays, things were so completely different. yumiko could go days without eating real food. she could go far longer without sleeping. she could sleep without ever truly giving over her mind.

things were different now. dark eyes were fixed on her girlfriend as she thought. she wondered what they’d have fought about before the apocalypse if they were dating then. where to go for dinner, who would drive, who’s house they would sleep at. nowadays, their discussions were frequently life or death. their decisions were important and could change their entire reality. their choices could lose them a friend or family member. nowadays, she looked at magna and even when she was angry or hungry or tired, she couldn’t bring herself to ever be mad at this woman. every moment they had was rare and lucky. every moment was, truly, a blessing. “haven’t.” she eyed her girlfriend, “but i’m pretty used to that, i’m okay.”

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xl0stxs0ulsx‌:

Even though Laura’s mind was at the Sanctuary, thinking about what happened and how they could’ve avoided it sooner, she still tried to make an effort and focus on Frankie. She didn’t want to talk about what happened, she wanted to be with her girlfriend one hundred percent because the girl deserved that much. Laura stepped closer, smiling at Frankie. She brought one hand up and caressed her cheek. “Well, you know I want to do everything with you, even if it’s something as simple as a New Year’s kiss that we don’t even know if it’s accurate.” She shrugged. “I just want you to be happy and if this is something that will make you happy then I’m more than happy to kiss you.” She smirked. “Does that mean you like me that much?”

frankie would never blame her girlfriend for being distracted by everything that happened. she knew how much stake they all had in what had happened, but not many as much as laura. she had been a higher up in the place, deeply entwined in everything that’d happened. for frankie, while she had had a deep connection with the other wives and saw a lot of negan (more than most saviours, she suspected), she didn’t know the others that well. didn’t hold as much stake in it all. “i think we deserve one, regardless of how important it is.” she said with a laugh. “so who even cares?” she said with a smile. “hell yeah, i like you that much. do i even need to confirm that?” she teased.

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xl0stxs0ulsx‌:

Dante had never thought he would get to see his sister again. Or anyone from his family, for that matter. He had come to accept the fact that they were all gone by now. But here she was, alive and well. Dante made a mental note to thank Jesus for bringing her here. He frowned, shaking his head. “Que le paso a mamá ¿y papá?” Dante asked, hoping that his sister could give him an answer, so he could at least have some closure about his family. “Well I’m glad he did because now you’re here and we’re together. That’s all that matters, we’re not leaving each other’s sides ever again.” Dante let out a sigh and wrapped his good arm around his sister, not really caring about any pains at this moment. “Yo tambien te extrañe.”

dom had been so sure that any hope of finding anyone from the world she lived in before, let alone family, was completely gone. she couldn’t imagine seeing jessica from work or jacob from the shops ever again. that would have been enough of an indulgence, any proof that her life before still existed. but her family? her loved ones? hell no. she had no hope for that. but here he was. clear as day and living. “Nunca los encontré. Miré, pero nunca encontré a nadie.” she wished she had more information that she could give him. better information. “Cuando volví a la casa, el lugar estaba básicamente empapado en sangre. Lo he tomado como mi respuesta.” there were tears in her eyes and as she leaned back, she took one of his hands. “i can’t believe i spent so long avoiding these groups. and all along, i could’ve been here with you. but it’s okay, because i’m not going anywhere. not ever again.” she promised, giving a half smile. “¿estás bien?”

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xl0stxs0ulsx‌:

Jesus was never into Christmas. He was an orphan who grew up on a shared housing, gifts weren’t something usual for them, even on Christmas. There was the dinner and sometimes, when there was enough money, they would get a gift but it was very rare. Jesus wished he could’ve thought about it, about getting Enid something because now he felt bad that she had given him something and he didn’t have anything to give her. “I don’t have anything for you though, now I feel horrible.” He said with a frown. “Of course, I mean, I’m sure they’ll be a lot more willing to come with me if I’m stylish.” 

enid’s upbringing had been different to a lot of people here and that hadn’t escaped her notice. though no one really spoke about their life before in a lot of depth, it wasn’t hard to pick up the signs. the little throwaway comments here and there. still, what enid had also grown up with was apocalypse. blood and death and years where she didn’t say a single word to anyone, just etching ‘jss’ into whatever surface she could. a reminder of what she was surviving for. her father. she didn’t have a father anymore, but she did have a family now. the importance of that had never been more clear to her. “that’s okay!” she said quickly, “ever since i was little, i was always more keen on christmas shopping than receiving presents anyway.” she said with a little smile. “well, exactly. shows just how much you have to offer.” she said with a smile.

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trustheking‌:

@survivesomehcw​. | Dwight & Rosita.

He was half-naked when she walked in. Shirtless, and he hadn’t let her see him this way since before he got shot. His scars were ghastly, and because he disliked looking at them so much, he figured she would dislike it even more. “Wait.” He turns his back to her, then goes to search for a shirt in his mess of a laundry pile. He couldn’t find one fast enough, so he takes a blanket off of their bed and wraps it around his torso. Forcing a fake shiver, as if he were cold.

rosita’s dark eyes looked up and down dwight’s body as she walked in, before furrowing with concern. it hadn’t escaped her notice that he had been trying desperately to block himself off from her eyes, something which filled her with concern. “are-- are you okay?” she asked, trying to be sensitive to things.

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thcdixon‌:

the thought would always be there, whether they had a fully equiped hospital or not… it would never leave him. rick wouldn’t say it out loud because no good would come of it but after lori and what carl had gone through during that. well there would be something wrong if it didn’t haunt him to some extent. “you’re allowed to be but this is good news and hopefully she see’s it that way and if she doesn’t… then that’s okay too. maybe she’ll need time to come around. i just hope she doesn’t take off again. if she stays we can show her… show her this is okay. show her what she can be apart of.” rick wasn’t afraid as such that she wouldn’t take it well because that was alright and they could work on that but if she ran? there wasn’t much that anyone could do. he couldn’t have michonne going after her whilst pregnant… he could possibly send daryl after her but what would be the point? he couldn’t ask him to drag her back kicking and screaming… it would do more harm than good. 

of course, it was easy for the two of them to talk about all of this calmly, but it was much harder in real practice. there were so many things that might go wrong with telling her daughter. the fact that her daughter might be afraid for michonne’s help. feeling like she was starting a new family. there were so many things that might make it more emotional and less rational. she was nervous. “i hope you’re right. i’m afraid though,” she admitted, something she’d rarely -- if ever -- say out loud. “i, uh... do want to talk to you about something though,” she said slowly, thinking about what daryl had said to her when she’d told him.

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thcdixon‌:

daryl didn’t have much in his shitty life before the apocalypse but the two things he’d had was her and merle. they were the only things and perhaps she was the only good thing because as much as he loved his brother he was a piece of shit. he couldn’t seem to help it but it didn’t change the fact that he was. “yeah, gotta be.“ his words quiet but certain because the last thing he wanted was for her to be worrying about him. she didn’t need too. “they nice?” hell have no fury if they weren’t. “gonna’ speak to rick… see if we can sort somethin’ better. he can take care of you when i can’t be ‘round.” daryl wasn’t trying to say it like she needed to be taken care of, like rick would be a baby sitter but he’d be better than people she didn’t know. he’d look after her and whether she accepted it for her own sake or for his he hoped she still would. 

ginny knew that everything daryl offered her was a kindness. that offering her to stay with rick was a kindness. the truth though, was that ginny really hadn’t connected with anyone here except daryl and the idea of doing so scared her a little. she’d been lonely a lot recently, for a long time now, really. things had changed somewhat, now she knew he was alive and safe. “what better were you thinkin’ of?” the blonde asked, looking up at him with big eyes. “i’be been meanin’ to ask you somethin’ actually...”

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thcdixon‌:

rick slowly got to his feet, bridging the gap between them as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “thank you.” his words sincere as he looked her in the eye. “thank you.” he said it again because the words didn’t feel like they were enough and at least repeating them showed he truly meant them. him and carol didn’t always see eye to eye but they’d been together from the start and she was just as much family to him as daryl was as much as any of them were. “well the bridge… it ain’t happenin’… not with the currents like they are but we’ll figure somethin’ else out.” he sounded confident but underneath his confidence was shaken. a lot had been relying on getting that bridge working and now it was gone he wasn’t sure how to pull everything back. rick just figured she’d want to hear that this wouldn’t be the end of it. that he was still thinking of other ways that they could come together. “look… when he’s fit enough to be moved… alexandria’s an shorter journey back. you can come back with us… stay awhile. till he’s back on his feet. i mean… if you want?”

the way rick and daryl had spoken to carol since all this happened felt like some terrible nostalgic dream. she remembered it. the tone. the pity. she remembered it. they were the only ones left to truly remember what it had been like. maggie was there, but she barely knew them and she had never met sophia. daryl and rick... they were the main ones. the ones who knew. “nothin’ to thank me for,” she said softly, with nothing but kindness and softness in her voice. carol was rarely soft, but rick was one of the few people she could be soft around. she nodded her head quickly, not letting any of the doubt slip into her voice. “thank you,” she said softly. “i appreciate that.”

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thcdixon‌:

the waiting was the worst part. he hated this hanging around for news which was why he was normally the person who charged out there to help. to find them. by the time he’d gotten there though rick had already sent people and he hadn’t wanted to get in the way of what they were doing. he was starting to wish he’d just done his own thing anyway and perhaps he would have found henry by now. “this ain’t gonna’ be like it was last time. can feel it.” his words quiet but soft as they left his mouth. daryl knew better than to offer promises he couldn’t keep which is why he wasn’t doing it but he did feel like this was going to be alright. henry had to be. 

carol knew that daryl would be thinking about sophia too. of course he would. it was what she and he had originally bonded over.  daryl had been so persistent. so kind to her in all that had happened. so certain that he could help her. and carol had put so much faith in him. he’d never brought sophia home to her, but he’d cradled her as rick had put her down. and her faith in him had never, would never, go away. “hope not,” she didn’t feel the difference herself, but she didn’t want to say that to daryl. not when she knew he was trying to offer her this kindness.

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thcdixon‌:

“ain’t no easy way to say it.” daryl understood why she was having difficulty talking to him about it with everything rick had been through prior to her getting pregnant. lori. he wouldn’t know how to say it either but he’d find a way or at least a way to show it and if he could then he knew michonne would in her own time. “still should though.” giving her a slight nod of his head. daryl wasn’t judging her for not telling him but secrets did nothing for no one. not a secret like that. hearing her go back tot he dog he let out a slight chuckle but it sounded more like a scoff. “found it out on a run. made sure it was safe before bringin’ it back.” the dog could be trusted, well daryl trusted it enough to leave it with jesus when he went to sanctuary etc so yeah… he trusted it. his shoulders shrugged a little at her question. “dunno’. mutt probably. she’s a big girl though.” there was no point of denying he was fond of her because anyone who saw them together knew he was. hell, dog spent a lot of time with him… more than most at the moment. “she ain’t?” tilting his head slightly. “they can meet. if ya’ want?”

michonne knew daryl was right about telling rick and she had every intention of telling him the truth eventually. doing so was particularly hard for michonne though, especially since her own fears about how her daughter would react. she wet her lips and nodded her head. she had no doubt in her mind that daryl wouldn’t take a risk like that unless he had confidence in the animal. it was strange to think that there had been dogs who had survived all of this, particularly alone. “don’t imagine many small girls would survive,” she said with a half smile. she had always been a dog person. now that she thought about it, the idea that judy would never have a dog hurt her. it was nice to imagine that she might at least meet one. “i’d like that,” she said with a smile. “gotta make sure they’re careful with each other, of course, but i’d really like that.”

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thcdixon‌:

“yeah, maybe.” he admitted with a slow nod when she said they would always take him. things hadn’t been easy but perhaps it was time to try and change that. perhaps people would be open to listening more after what happened at the sanctuary. he wouldn’t hold his breath but it was worth a shot… worth a conversation with rick at least. the mention of judith almost brought a smile to his features but it didn’t quite make it as he turned his face to look at her. “why’d you think she’d forget?”

enid didn’t entirely know why she had thought the way she did about judith. maybe out of guilt? guilt for not being able to stop carl from dying, just like everyone else. guilt for not being there for judith after what happened. but with the groups so divided, it was hard to be in peoples’ lives as much as she wanted to be. “i don’t know.” she admitted, folding her arms around her own small frame. “guess i don’t think of myself as that... important in her life.”

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thcdixon‌:

“you really think i deserve that?” did he deserve another chance with kirby? because he felt like he’d blown this one to hell and back. of course none of it had been intentional but his people… his old people had ripped her life apart and he’d sat back and let it happen. sure he’d been none the wiser but did that really make him any less of a monster? he should never have joined them in the first place.  desperation did terrible things to a person. “let me guess… i’m no monster but i’m still stuck in here. right?” a heavy sigh as he pushed back from the bars a little. 

she shrugged her shoulders, “i don’t know you well enough to tell you whether you’re a monster or not,” she admitted, “but i certainly think it seems like you deserve a shot. especially if you truly did go through that out of love for her.” she said with a slow sigh, her eyes finding his. “no. but you’re not going to be armed for a period.” she told him. “and you have to tell her. that’s part of my conditions.”

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thcdixon‌:

his eyes drifted to her as he brought his one hand to painfully rub down his face. he couldn’t blame her for not knowing what to say because he wouldn’t know what to say if he was in her position either. “you don’t have to say anything.” tom didn’t want to be selfish when it came to her so he was trying to hold himself back and give her the time she perhaps needed. it wasn’t like he could do much else stuck behind these stupid bars. 

kirby was struggling and she’d be lying to say anything different. it had been easier to have all that hope for him before. before all that she’d seen and all the losses she’d suffered as a result of the pain of the end of the world. “i missed you,” she finally whispered, her voice tiny and weak, her eyes wet.

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thcdixon‌:

he didn’t feel like much more needed to be said right now so instead he just let the silence fall between them. it was never awkward between them and in a sense it always felt natural or at least he thought so. “what ya’ thinkin’?” his voice croaked a little which was a sign they had been sat there for a lot longer than he realised as he cleared his throat. his head had been gently resting on hers as he shifted himself a little. it wasn’t a sign that he was trying to pull away… more making sure he didn’t get a numb ass. 

she knew what he was really asking. but the truth was, she didn’t know how to answer because she didn’t know how she felt or how she was coping. she wasn’t, she supposed, was the answer. she wasn’t coping at all, because she was caught in a kind of limbo. she was caught in a limbo of not knowing where her life was going. the torture of losing another child or the joy of the narrative finally changing. “i’m thinking... i don’t know what i’m thinking,” she admitted, shrugging her shoulders, her expression seeming far away and despondent.

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thcdixon‌:

“still here, yanno?“ when she mentioned that she was glad he was staying, he felt it necessary to inform her that he wasn’t going anywhere. he might not be around alexandria much right now but he hoped that could change… hell perhaps without the thought of revenge on negan breathing down his neck he might even want it to change now. “you should tell him though… rick, he can take it.” daryl remembered the look on rick’s face when lori died and how shit it had been but he deserved to know about this… after all it was something they were doing together. “mean if you wanna’ keep it between us i will but…” he shrugged, figuring he’d be honest about how he felt. hell, he’d literally die for the grimes family… any of them. of course if something happened he’d be there naturally but he got the reason why she asked. his eyes landed on her stomach and a very brief smile lifted on his lips. “kinda’ miss havin’ a baby ‘round. think jesus does too. kinda’ uh…” bringing his hand to scratch behind his neck, sign he was a little nervous. “we spoke ‘bout it… before. couldn’t pop a baby outta’ my ass though so… got ‘im a dog instead.” daryl was speaking quietly because he didn’t know who knew about it or not and figured this was insanely private and something he wouldn’t normally share. perhaps he needed to talk it out though and it had never felt like the right time. he’d normally go to carol with this but she was preoccupied with henry and that was more important so he’d just kept it to himself. 

michonne knew that he was right. that rick could take it and that he should know. she suspected, more than anything, that it would make things complicated though. she worried that the fear of what might happen could infect the happiness that had come from the two of them having a child together. she was worried that all that joy would be poisoned by concern and she didn’t want that. she didn’t want rick to worry, not about her. “i know,” she admitted slowly, “and i know i should tell him. truthfully, i just... haven’t figured out how yet.” she told him with a little nod. the idea of daryl with a child made her happy. he would be a good father, as would jesus. in this world, they didn’t exactly have adoption agencies. but henry wasn’t carol and ezekiel’s biologically. judith wasn’t hers. gracie wasn’t aaron’s. there was always hope, however somber that hope might be. “you guys got a dog?” she finally said, breaking her thoughtful silence. “what kind?” she would be lying if she said her first thought wasn’t judith. “judy’s never seen a dog before.”

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thcdixon‌:

it didn’t sound like much of a damn breather to him but he got her drift. he did get it. daryl automatically leaned towards the kingdom and he knew it was because carol was there. he also knew he was full of shit and the kindgom was more appealing in general because it was the easier option. daryl could go there and avoid his issues with rick and michonne which he knew he shouldn’t. “hows alexandria sound? mean if they’ll have me.” he knew she’d be fine but the last time he was in alexandria properly he’d been accused of beating negan down. sure, he’d made little trips since but they were for michonne and they always kind of felt private. “maybe jesus’ll come too.” for some reason he doubted it but it was worth an ask. 

enid knew that things were hard for them both right now. that everything that’d happened for them had made things hard. but she also knew that he was on her side in all of this. and truthfully, that put her directly on his side too. so if he wanted to go to alexandria, she’d go with him. if he wanted to go to the kingdom, she would go there too. she was on his side now. “okay,” she nodded, “i think they’d always take you though,” she said with a half smile. “judith’ll be happy to see you too. rick told me she remembered me,” she admitted in a small voice.

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thcdixon‌:

tom raised his eyebrow when she made her question more specific and he was honestly surprised that was the angle she had gone for. out of everything she could have picked from his story she was choosing to pick the nicer part. the better part of him. “what does that matter?”

“it matters plenty,” she said with raised brows, dark eyes fixed on tom. “if she knows you did it for her, that might change things for her.” she explained, brows raised. “dwight did what he did for sherry. amber did what she did for mark. there were plenty of saviours who acted out of love for another person. you’re not a monster for being one of them.”