avricious . . . independent and selective roleplay blog for an original black widow. fandomless but with many verses such as: the walking dead, supernatural, etc. trigger warning for various themes listed in my rules. proceed with caution. written by jules. also found at @harrisoned
‘ i know this sounds insane, but this is an insane world. ‘ asked by : @harrisoned .
a long breath escaped andrea’s lips. her sister, so much younger than her … she might’ve been an adult, but she saw it as her duty to protect her, regardless. ‘ tell me about it, ‘ she murmured, messing with the gun on the table. she was taking it apart and putting it back together. had to know these things these days. ‘ i wish we could just as much as anyone , but i don’t think hershel’s gonna let us stay long term, amy. i wouldn’t get your hopes up. ‘
there’s a globe caught in her thorax — a ball of nerves and uncertainty. no matter how much amy swallows and clears her throat .. the tightness that seemed to move in since she realized the end of the world was nearing. the idea of safety calms that anxiety inside her, and since the quary was gone, the farm was the nearest point of salvation. ‘ why wouldn’t he? i mean ... we’re all trying to survive, aren’t we? ‘ brows knit together, forearms leaned against table as blue eyes drift towards the gun on the table. ‘ he’d probably be more willing if he didn’t see us toying around with those things all the time. ‘ chin jerks towards the weapon the younger harrison never really liked to think about.
❛ amy, ❜ — TOMMY APPROACHES HER SLOWLY AS SHE’S WRESTLING WITH THE( assumed ) new and ultimately horrifyingly sensation of being splattered with the blood of another. drenched, almost. dead or undead it’s unsettling, and certainly not something you get used to in a hurry. ❛ amy… ❜ tommy says again softly and sadly, but she’d too distracted. too terrified at what’s just taken place to hear him, or see him even. she’s wiping it from her face, but her sullied hands do nothing to clear her skin. his heart grows heavy at the sight of it. suddenly he takes hold of each of her arms at the wrists, leaning down to try and force her gaze. ❛ amy! ❜ he speaks sternly, hoping to grab her attention and shake her from the hell she’s living right now.
❛ it’s okay… you’re okay. ❜ his sleeve, far cleaner than hers at the moment, is brought to cover his thumb and wipe away at her face. ❛ it’s alright. shhh, i swear you’re alright. you’re okay… ❜ he does the same with opposite sleeve, clearing as much as he can off her face. he knew his words to be true for her physically… mentally, well, that was another thing.
her throat is tight and she swears her face was fire due to how harsh she was scrubbing at her face. it feels like she’s in a padded room, can’t hear anything but her rapid heart beat, the adrenaline inside her refusing to calm down. the sudden hands wrapped around her wrist has her gasping, body thrashing back in a flinch until amy is able to recognize safety, causes her to finally snap back into reality. a reality that feels even more like hell than before. her eyes, blue, though the whites are nearly red due to her uncontrollable sobbing, matches the color of blood staining her body, stare up at tommy, her bottom lip jutting out. “ t - tommy. “ she chokes out, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to clean her up.
you’re alright. you’re okay. amy doesn’t feel alright, in fact, she could feel herself hyperventilating. probably should grab her inhaler, but inside her arms bend against her chest and she flings herself forward into tommy. her head buries itself into his chest to let out another cry, her head shaking rapidly. “ he was going to kill you. “ amy pants. “ i..i killed him. i killed him, tommy. oh god. “
SHE’S STATING THE OBVIOUS AT THIS POINT, but tommy gets it. it’s the way that it’s said, and he gets it. even if does have him playfully rolling his eyes. he really should be taking this a bit more seriously, especially considering the pain he feels and the amount of blood coming out that ‘graze’ he’s so sure about. amy’s comment draws out another laugh from him. ❛ that’d actually be quite the sight… and a lot less work for me. ’s sounding kinda tempting right now. ❜
tommy watches amy, and can almost see the moment she decides to deal with the situation at hand. he watching her pull her pack around and opens his mouth to protest ( it’s really something he could deal with himself ), but she’s cut him off. again he’s rolling his eyes, and his head along with it ( dramatically ) before taking a seat as she’s asked of him. he takes a deep breath in, wincing only slightly as he moves to lift up the blood-soaked side of his shirt. ❛ whoo-boy, ❜ he laughs away the laugh as he takes a look at the damage done by the bullet. he wasn’t wrong, it was a graze, but one far worse than what was expected. ❛ definitely ain’t the cleanest shot someone’s got off on me. ❜
she’s never really dealt with a bullet wound before, so there’s no telling in what exactly she plans on doing when she crouches down beside him. but amy figures it can’t be that far off from a scraped knee, right? when he lifts his shirt, she’s pulling her lips back in a silent wince, lashes flickering to glance up at him. “ ugh. how does that not bother you? it looks.. ouch. “ breathes out with a shake of her head. pulling out first aid kit ( thank god for their previous raid. ), amy opens to box & squints her eyes, full focused now.
she hesitates for a moment before taking out the alcohol wipes, tearing the little baggie open & looking back up at him. “ i would warn you this is going to sting, but something tells me you probably wont feel a thing. ” it’s light jab as she smiles, lightly dabbing it across his wound, & amy herself, is flinching at the secondhand pain she feels. “ you must be a recipe for pure chaos. how many times exactly have you been shot? “
his steady jog slows to a stop at her words.it wasn’t like he didn’t notice the twinge, even before he decided to push on. tommy’d been shot before, after all, and he had gotten pretty good at telling the difference between a little graze and an actual hit ( a 70 - 30 accuracy, but thats still pretty good… maybe 60 - 40 ). he lifted up his arm to get a better look at the blood staining his clothes around his side and it was starting to cover quite a bit. 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚎, he thought. his eyes move to check on amy, who was starting to look a little too worried for his liking. tommy chuckled.
an attempt to break down and brush off any severity of the situation. ❛ hey- hey, i’m alright. ❜ he spoke softly, with a bit of a laugh still on his tone. ❛ look, we’ll stop for a few, patch it up real quick and keep going. ❜
the sight of crimson color has her heart rattling loudly against her rib cage. she never did well with blood, & even in the world they live in now, there are times that the mere sight of it still makes her feel ill. but amy’s more worried about the wound coming from him, & the fact he was so nonchalant about it has her brows knitting together over wide blue eyes. “ you’re bleeding. “ she reaffirms, her nose squinted. “ and if you keep bleeding, you’re gonna like.. pass out. and i’m going to have to drag you somewhere and you’re really big. so.. please don’t pass out. “ despite the worrisome tone amy seems always hold, the stifled laugh tommy gives makes her feel a little better, corner of her lip sheepishly lifting.
nodding her head, her eyes scan the area before them before she takes a few steps forward, pulling her backpack to the front of her chest to unzip it & find aid kit. “ sit. “ demand is soft, lips pursing. “ i’ll take a look at it. “
sb teaching amy how to shoot / defend herself.
amy reconnecting with the s1 group!!!!
amy k/lling someone to protect someone else because oof the damage that’ll do on my angel tickles my sadistic mind.
amy rambling on about mermaids and sea life because lbr that’s all she does
pre-apoc amy trying to figure out her life after her college scandal ://
~ shippy things ~ because amy is a total hopeless romantic flirt lmao
maybe teen things idk