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Sketches inspired by @littlelindentree ‘s fantastic WIP Badlands

I’m such a sucker for a well written historical AU, go read it!! I did these last night while I was waiting for ao3 to come back online (I never draw Daryl with his season 1 hair, that was kinda hard)

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“Maybe I coulda done something.”

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I haven’t been drawing as much as I’d like lately, but here’s a little preview of God Says No! I’m not sure if I dare post before completing it, but goldangit I’m tempted.

Ask just once, and God says no

Beth, 23 and away from her family for the first time, takes a chance on a construction worker. It’s all going well, mostly because they’ll never see each other again after his job’s up. Then, naturally, the world decides to go to shit.

There were no words to describe watching the world burn. Words were small, meaningless things, little pieces of humanity that shivered in the dark against the encroaching wing of nature. Beth wiped a hand across her face, but it was a useless gesture; more tears tracked down her cheeks as soon as she drew her hand away.

She sat on a thin, polyester bedspread that itched against her bare thighs, and for once she wasn’t thinking about how disgusting the blanket was in a motel like this. The other bed, just a few feet away, had its blankets ripped off and piled in the corner, though that was only part of the reason they were there. The ancient air conditioner, probably twice as old as she was, considering the wood paneling on it, sputtered and coughed in the background, so Beth grabbed the remote control. The plus button stuck and the TV blasted its way to top volume.

Something crashed in the bathroom and the water shut off, drawing a dripping man from the room, a towel slung around his hips. He was ready to holler, but the anger pinching his face fell away when he caught sight of her. Beth was already at the TV, turning the volume back to a reasonable level. She tore her eyes from the screen, knowing they were rimmed in red, knowing her tears meant nothing to him, because that wasn’t what this was.

Keep reading

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Home for Christmas: A Bethyl Story

Part IV: I Thought My Singing Annoyed You.

After camping one night out near the cemetery, Daryl decides to go inside the funeral home. Gotta face it, he says to himself. So he goes in. The place is empty. Or, so it seems. He’s hearing things. He thinks he hears music coming from up the stairs, Christmas music, like playing from a record. He is also seeing things. There are Christmas decorations. Garland and bows. And there are other things, too. Things he cannot rightly explain. After looking around for a while and feeling like he is back in Virginia, right back on that river where everything was messed up, that is when he realizes that he is not alone.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part V - Coming Soon

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Home for Christmas: A Bethyl Story

Part V: I’ll Be Gone Someday.

The woman at the house seems to recognize him. She puts her gun down right away when she sees his face. She looks concerned, or like something is wrong. He thinks he knows her, but he can’t place it. His brain was hit by a tornado long ago. Everything is a mess.

“My name is Amanda Shepherd,” she says. “We met, a long time ago, at Grady Memorial, in Atlanta. Do you remember?”

Do I remember, thinks Daryl. “What are you doing here.”

“The hospital fell, maybe like a year after everything…happened. The ones who survived, Beth brought us here.”

Daryl knew that he had been hearing things.

“Beth?”

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part VI - Coming Soon

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Home for Christmas: A Bethyl Story

Part VI: Find Me

“Beth?” says Daryl.

“Yes,” says Amanda. “Beth. Beth Greene.”

“What are you talking about.”

“She’s alive,” says Amanda. “She’s right outside. Collecting firewood. I’m surprised you didn’t see her on your way in.”

Daryl steps outside into the white night. The moon is a bright eye in the sky, so big and full it lights the snowy land. Amanda stands in the doorway, watching, with Dog.

There are many ghosts in Georgia, but none here tonight.

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Home for Christmas: A Bethyl Story

Part III: I knew it.

Dog and Daryl camp that night, near the cemetery. Daryl tells Dog some of his stories. Dog is a good listener, of course. He is a dog. Daryl hasn’t talked about Beth to anyone, not since Rick, almost ten years ago. Now, Rick is gone, and there is nobody left who knows the truth. He thinks, maybe he can tell Dog, and then one day, he will be able to tell somebody else. Maybe Carol, or Maggie. But Maggie is gone now, too. So many of them are just gone.

Part I | Part II | Part IV - Coming Soon

lemortehomme

@im-immortal you hit the idea button in my brain

im-immortal

YES!!! Mission accomplished!! 😍😍❤️❤️

auxsentiers

all i did was try my best (redraw)

Heyyyy, guess what? I bought a digital tablet and to train my pulse I began to trace old drawings that did not convince me, and that's how this came out. This fandom is not only a source of joy, it's something that allowed me to regain my love for drawing, and the desire to learn on my own. I know i have a loooong way to go, but my silly 'art' makes me so happy. I hope I can improve with time.

lemortehomme

trash man sits on rock

drawing Beth with her hair down feels sacrilegious

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A or B

Sometimes I think about season 4, because 4b is a time wrinkle. Many things could have happened and there are many paths. For instance, Daryl could have ignored the alarm at the door, and he and Beth could have defeated the walkers and then stayed at the funeral home and lived their lives there. What if? A or B? Where there is Option A, there must also be Option B.