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*: ・゚✧ the walking dead season 3 episode 7.
feel free to change pronouns, wording, etc. as needed!
“ you don’t even know why you’re here, do you?”
“ i didn’t mean you no harm.”
“ i lowered my gun, but you raised yours.”
“ you were an asshole out there.”
“ what y’all did, leaving me up there– people wouldn’t do that to an animal.”
“ we went back for you.”
“ ain’t you thoughtful?”
“ tell me where he’s at. i’m sure he’d like to bury the hatchet. let bygones be bygones.”
“ he didn’t make it.”
“ well, i hope he went slow.”
“ you can’t tell me he’s alive and then hold off on where he is”
“ i remember you.”
“ yeah. you’re the sneaky one. the one with nerve.”
“ you don’t scare easy, do you?”
“ now, i wanna know where they’re hiding. where your camp is, and i wanna know now.”
“ where the hell are they?! tell me!”
“ should we help her?”
“ are you bit?”
“ get a blanket, water and a towel.”
“ whoa, whoa, whoa. steady now.”
“ it’s all right. it’s all right. hey, hey, look at me.”
“ look at me.”
“ who are you?”
“ no. we’re not going to hurt you. unless you try something stupid first. all right?”
“ you wanna tell us your name?”
“ everything all right?”
“ you’re gonna wanna see this.”
“ we’ll keep this safe and sound.”
“ there doors are all locked. you’ll be safe here.”
“ we can treat that.”
“ i didn’t ask for your help.”
“ doesn’t matter. can’t let you leave.”
“ i’m sorry. oh, god.”
“ okay, i’ll meet you in the lab.”
“ sorry about that.”
“ no problem. i’ll be back.”
“ actually, i could use your help with something now.”
“ i said i’ll be back.”
“ no. i wish it were just that.”
“ we can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way.”
“ you’re gonna have to tell us how you found us, and why you were carrying __.”
“ what happened?”
“ were they attacked?”
“ they were taken.”
“ taken by who?”
“ hey, these are our people. you tell us what happened now!”
“ don’t you ever touch me again!”
“ you’d better start talking.”
“ you’re gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound.”
“ find ‘em yourself.”
“ you came here for a reason.”
“ you know a way in?”
“ place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through.”
“ how’d you know how to get here?”
“ i gotta hand it to you, a lot tougher than i remember.”
“ no surprise you lasted this long.”
“ it’s just a matter of time before they come looking.”
“ i’ll bake a cake with pink frosting. would they like that?”
“ ain’t nobody coming.”
“ think i’m in this by myself?”
“ you can’t take us all. there’s too many of us.”
“ there ain’t a pair of nuts between the whole pussy lot of you.”
“ we’ve been on the road, not hiding in some dungeon.”
“ how do you know we can trust her?”
“ you can’t go alone.”
“ i’m gonna keep my eye on him.”
“ wasn’t this place overrun?”
“ and you cleared it out all by yourself? just the few of you?”
“ i had to.”
“ no one should have to go through that.”
“ how long will you be gone?”
“ look, if something happens while we’re gone…”
“ what do you think?”
“ stay safe.”
“ bring them back.”
“ thank you for this. you’re doing us a great service.”
“ what did he say?”
“ all righty, i want you to imagine how i felt.”
“ last chance. where’s your group?”
“ you’re a pretty big snack for this fella. but you know what they say– he’s gonna be hungry again in an hour.”
“ we didn’t have the resources to treat him, so he volunteered to be a test-subject.”
“ he’s been very co-operative, he’s a very remarkable man.”
“ you’re close?”
“ when they turn, they become monsters, that’s all.”
“ whoever they once were is gone.”
“ you haven’t seen this before, have you? the transformation.”
“ weren’t you with anyone when everything went down?”
“ their people may come for ‘em.”
“ so, what? he won’t break? say where his people are?”
“ you’re a touch son of a bitch.”
“ we’ll need him for leverage if his people come.”
“ what you try to kill him for?”
“ he pissed me off.”
“ i’ll take care of it.”
“ we’ll take you back to your people, explain this was all a misunderstanding.”
“ you tell us where they are, and we’ll drive you there.”
“ i can’t allow that. your people are dangerous.”
“ i don’t know anything about that.”
“ you just tell us where they are and we’ll bring them here.”
“ you’ll be safe, i promise.”
“ so you gonna talk?”
“ you can do whatever you’re gonna do. and go to hell.”
“ they have patrols.”
“ we’re better off on foot.”
“ how far? night’s coming.”
“ i know what you did for me, while i was working things out. thank you.”
“ there’s too many of them.”
“ keep it down.”
“ the smell. it’s loud.”
“ what the hell is that?”
“ who the hell are you?”
“ i don’t mean any harm.”
“ get out right now!”
“ there are walkers outside.”
“ i’ll call the cops.”
“ now, i need you to lower your gun.”
“ don’t do anything rash. everything’s fine.”
“ let’s just take this nice and slow, okay?”
“ it’s in my pocket. now, i’m just gonna reach down nice and slow.”
“ let go! let go of me! i’ll kill you!”
“ that could be anything.”
“ we have to try.”
“ drop it.”
“ we’re through with games.”
“ that place is overrun.”
“ how many are you?”
“ blood is blood, right?”
“ makes me wonder where your loyalties lie.”
“ i want to know exactly what we’re dealing with.”
“ you kept your word. that you’d be back.”
“ hey, hey, shh. it’s all right. it’s all right. it’s over now.”
mysticalfm:
dean’s eyebrows raise slightly at that. because, no, he in fact doesn’t know how it is, because despite his age and how it’s expected of him, and how he could have had kids into adulthood by now, he hasn’t. he has jack, and he supposed claire too, and they’re about the closest he’ll ever get, considering his last real and serious relationship was nearing ten years ago now. “ not really, actually. ” a brief and simple admission, before he’s moving on, swiftly. “ tell me about ‘em. your kids. ”
“oh.” dean seemed a litle off-guard at that. but, sure, tons of guys his age didn’t have kids. he wouldn’t lie and say that there hadn’t been days here or there that he hadn’t been jealous. just blue skies and an open road ahead of them. but he wouldn’t trade his kids for anything. “uh, eleven and nine. girl and a boy. paige and jimmy. both whip-smart. must get that from their mom. m’dumb as bricks.” he laughed. “i get ‘em most weekends while my ex does the night shift, so i try to make the most of it.”
mysticalfm:
“ i certainly think it would’ve been nicer if we did. the universe ? or do you think that dumbledore had it all planned out for us, the whole time, from the beginning ? ” of course there must have been certain things that even the old wizard couldn’t have foreseen, but nothing that would’ve affected the initial outcome of their downfalls much, but there were certain things that remus just can’t shake. “ i didn’t say that. that’s not what i meant. of course you wouldn't’ve. no one would choose that. ”
sirius looked like he was about to ready a counterpoint at remus when his hand, raised to emphasize, fell slowly. “well, the fucker knew that i was in azkaban, didn’t he? did he lift a finger to do anything about it? he was the whole mastermind behind the thing, he knew what happened, he--” sirius harshly raked a hand into his hair. “you believe me, don’t you?”
mysticalfm:
“ on it. ” securing the window proves easy enough, and soon enough he’s moving to position himself sitting with his back against the wall, where it’s easy enough to listen for anyone coming or going, but also relatively comfortable. “ well. then aren’t you lucky that you’ve got some great company. ” he responds. “ six or seven, that’s.. ” a pause, as he turns to look at bucky. “ how long we got ? ”
bucky had been watching out the window, back to the door, until sam took his seat. bucky slid down next to him, listening for a silent moment. “long enough that you could run out and get a watch. you’re a fucking soldier, man.” he checked his own wristwatch. “six hours ten minutes until nineteen hundred. hope you packed a sandwich.”
@amnestyfm said: ❝ you know how many times i’ve been threatened by a man? thousands. you know how many of ‘em ever came to anything? ❞
“ none, ” castiel responded, irritation evident in his tone. “ but i’m not a man. nor am i concerned with your capabilities. i assure you, i’m able to deal with you should it come to it. ” he knew better than to assume someone would be an easy fight, but he also didn’t doubt his own abilities. “ so i suggest you leave it alone. ”
bucky tilted his chin up, a little impressed at having been countered at all, and a little alert at what years and years of extremely bizarre circumstances had begun to hear as a very valid threat. “not a man. you mean that in the-- the gender way or the other way?” the other way, of course, being a much bigger concern, especially when he didn’t have a good answer.
toomuchcart:
DEAN·:
was becoming a little confused. this was unprofessional, to say the least, but he supposed he should’ve expected it to be more relaxed, given the chosen environment. still, he was curious about the purpose of this meeting. he’d been under the impression that it was important, yet dean was seemingly just fine with making more casual conversation unrelated to his children. “ alright, dean, ” he answered, not yet giving his own first name. “ um. no, nothing just yet, though i’m sure i’ll find something to do with my time. is there a reason you requested this meeting with me today? i hope paige and jimmy are both doing well. ”
dean’s face flipped through expressions fast. confusion at cas’s confusion. realization. the briefest, briefest moment of sheer, unadulterated mortification. mr. novak thought that this was actually a parent teacher meeting. he recovered quickly from it, “oh, yeah, they’re great. excited to be out for the summer and everything. just wanted to. uh. get your final thoughts. you know. what the little anklebiters should be studying.”
toomuchcart:
“ of course i’m not. the justice league is entirely fictional, therefore it is impossible for me to be a part of it. ” connor replied, eyebrows furrowed but otherwise remaining still even when dean fake-punched him. “ i’m simply saying there are important causes that must be fought for. or things will never change. ”
“...you’re... kind of a weird guy, huh?” dean tried to laugh it off, see if he could get this guy to break and talk on the level with him for a second. “okay. look. i’m just some guy, right? i don’t know kung fu or anything. whaddya want me to do?”
toomuchcart:
“ it won’t always be that way, ” caroline tried, but she understood how draco felt and why he felt that way. it often felt like a constant fight, but she wasn’t going to give up so easily. “ not everyone is going to hate us. there are good people out there, and the people who do hate us? screw ‘em! we don’t need them or want them. they’re kinda shitty anyway. ”
draco scrubbed a hand across his face, a few and far between circumstance. after all, that was how you ended up with wrinkles. “alright. new plan. alternate plan. we... move away. change our names. south of france, i’m thinking. how’s your french doing? i think it could work.”
toomuchcart:
“ because, ” caroline insisted, stepping closer and reaching up to straighten derek’s tie. “ it’s crystal clear that you would rather be anywhere but here, and today needs to be perfect. you are not ruining this wedding with your grumpiness, got it? ” she didn’t give him the chance to answer before she continued. “ thank you! now, be nice. ”
derek realized that there were two paths in front of him. continue to resist and keep talking to this woman, or... he dropped his shoulders, relaxed his face, and threw on his most charming smile, though his back molars were clenched so hard that they could have broken. he dropped it completely, flat again. “see? nice.”
toomuchcart:
charlie grinned back, the other woman’s smile so beautiful that she couldn’t help herself. she got up out of her seat, moving to take one next to the other. “ well, i just couldn’t allow that, ” she replied, leaning slightly towards her. “ i’m charlie. a.k.a your knight in shining armour. ”
“oh, yes, my hero.” hermione brought her glass of wine up for a sip before she seemed to remember herself. “my name’s hermione.” muggle-land, introducing herself. realizing that it no longer came naturally was enough to leave her embarrassed. honestly, who did she think she was? “i’m a law student. i’m doing some summer research here. only flew in yesterday.”
toomuchcart:
jack had seen cigarettes before, strangers on the street smoking them, but he’d never had one before. “ i don’t smoke, but i’d like to, ” he answered enthusiastically, curious about what it would be like. smoking must be good if so many people liked to do it, right? “ if it’s not the dark that’s scary, what is it? is it the water? i don’t think the water is scary, but it’s okay if you do. lots of things are scary. ”
the little voice in the back of sirius’s head that some might have called a conscience spoke up, not wanting to be the person who gave someone their first cigarette. that voice, however, was quickly silenced. He passed a fresh one over to jack, and then lit it shamelessly with the tip of his wand. “not a big fan of the water, no. er, you believe in ghosts?”
“ like a million bucks. and sort of like you belong in an eighties rock band, which i think is exactly the vibe you were going for. ” and if that was the case, then dean would get along with this guy like a house on fire. “ there’s nothing like a beer stain to add to a little badassery to someone’s vibe. ”
dean looked down at the stain on the shirt, then, curious, brought it up to his nose. “oh, nah, that’s, uh--” a second sniff to confirm before he dropped the shirt. “that’s motor oil. sorry, i know i gotta look like a pig, i was out in the garage this morning with the kid.” he laughed. “you know how it is.”
“ and you’re still an asshole. ” harry retorts pointedly. never in his life has he met someone so pompous and rude before, and in the thirteen years that he’s known draco malfoy, harry can’t think of one single moment in which he’s actually liked or even understood him to any degree. “ it’s good to see that some things don’t change. ”
“i’m glad to be a source of consistency in your life, potter.” it’s very rare that draco is on a calm foot when he interacts with the great harry potter, the boy who lived. when he’s not putting on a show for his audience, or at an emotional high point. he already feels more confident which, with draco, immediately converts into smug satisfaction. “where are your cronies? i didn’t know that you were detachable.” @mysticalfm
❝ We could barricade the door and we’d be safe inside. ❞ (sambucky dumbassery)
“secure the window, then.” bucky made quick work of finding the heaviest furniture in the classroom-sized room that they were in, moving it in front of the door and getting it under the handle. he was silent for a moment, listening for footsteps, before he spoke again in muttered tones. “we’re going to be here for a while, bet the building doesn’t clear out before six or seven tonight.”
❝ It’s hard to understand how we fell so far from where we began. ❞ (remus & sirius)
sirius’s hair fell limply when he tilted his head forward, knees brought up tight to his chest. “what is there to understand about it? do you think we had a say in any of it? the universe just tosses you around like marbles, remus.” he barked out a laugh. “do you think i would have picked any of this?”