The violets in the moutains have broken the rocks

Violet Vance. 26. Libraian. Sister. Current "Wife" How much are you willing to give up to save those you love?

[seeking-violet]

(&& belle):

“would you like some help?” belle asked quietly as she walked into the library, a book in her hands. it was her favorite place in all of the sanctuary. in her hands was a stephen king novel. it was one of the books she’d read so many times over that you could barely read the spine anymore. “this looks like a two person job, after all.”

violet turned when she heard a voice offer up help. the blonde nodded. “not only a two person job but a few days work seems to be in order. i know it won’t matter in the long run but i can’t help want to reorganize the whole lot.” of course she would, sure it would be messed up in a few days but at least for a moment it would be in order. 

[seeking-violet]

despite the fact the influx of people caused tensions to run high and unrest it was something new. it was a new energy and the amount of people caused  a lot of attention to spur from the wives and that was a welcome. they did however leave a mess. at least in the library. the wife made her way and looked around. it was a task, something new to keep her busy, so she couldn’t complain. if only she had some music though, violet thought for a moment that maybe this could feel normal, that it would feel like before everything happened. 

[seeking-violet]

(&& tanya):

tanya rarely spent a lot of time around a lot of people, with the exception of the other wives ( her only real family anymore ) and negan ( because she had no choice ). the young woman found herself preferring to keep quiet and away, often attempting to read if she could. since the miscarriage and death of her husband, respectively, tanya had gotten a little more withdrawn and a little quieter. she was desperate for freedom, but with eugene taking that chance from them, she would settle for some quiet and solace. until, that was, she heard someone approach. glancing up, tanya spoke, “can i help you?”

violet walked with heavy steps, not loud just heavy. dragging heels against the concrete floor each day was becoming more and more unbearable. but she attempted a stiff upper lip and keep moving on. she found soliace in words and she so attempted to keep the library as protected as she could. while she was down there she noticed a few new books, someone must have some appreciate. but she found one that might appeal to tanya. she was noticed right away. ‘i’ve brought you something. i thought you might enjoy it.”

[seeking-violet]

(&& lacy)

 after living outside on her own for so long, lacy had mixed feelings about living in the sanctuary. it was nice to not have to worry about where she would sleep at night or where her next meal would come from, but the people here…well, she wasn’t fond of them. the saviors were the sort of people she would avoid if she were still living on her own. not all of them were cruel, but a fair number of them were intimidating and too quick to threaten violence unless someone of a higher rank was around. she walked quickly through the market place, her steps light and purposeful, until she bumped into a table. “oops,” she whispered, wincing as something from the table fell to the ground with a crash. “i’m sorry!”

violet was picking up a few things to bring back to the wives room. because of their status they didn’t have to bargin or trade for anything, they could take. then again their price was much then most believed. it was still beyond crowded, so many people roaming about. violet sighed and as she turned to start her walk back her attention was caught by a small crash. the poor girl looked so startled and she had a feeling hat people wouldn’t take kindly to just happened. with purpose she sauntered over and placed her hands on her hips. “whoops. i was actually looking forward to that.” and before anyone could grumble or blame the girl violet placed a hand on her shoulder. “darlin’ thank you so much keepin’ an eye on it for me, accidents happened but no one was hurt and it’ll be okay in the end. sorry about that, come on dear i need some help.” she squeezed the girl’s shoulder and moved her head indicating for her to follow.”

[seeking-violet]

(&& carl):

“negan or his men aren’t here to overhear. not right now, anyway. are you really grateful, or do you just tell yourself that?” he raised a brow, speaking in a hushed voice just to be safe. he saw right through her, but on top of that, being grateful to negan made no sense to him. he assumed it was a facade. “you won’t be bound forever.” he forced a small smile. he didn’t see why they wouldn’t let people join their communities once everything was over - that, however, he believe would depend on their actions and beliefs overall. he wanted to believe that most of these people were only in it all because they were scared, but he couldn’t be sure. “unless you want to be.”

“in a way yes. because my brothers were on the verge of killing each other and they would have and when we just started we were just trying to survive. and then shit hit the fan and my brothers are alive but at the cost of this...” she shook her head and sighed. “i hope not, i hope we, i don’t know. i just don’t but if we can go, we would.” her voice was so quiet, still afraid someone would hear her. because she wouldn’t be punished it would be her brothers who suffered and she couldn’t have that.

[seeking-violet]

(&& flora):

“oh my gosh,” flora’s eyes widened as she hurried over to the girl whom had tripped, her young son trailing behind. “are you alright? i’m a nurse,” she explained, while the three year old boy toddled over with a play stethoscope, and put it on the woman’s chest.

looking up at the woman and then at the boy violet had to blink to regain her surroundings. “oh, umm.” a deep breath. “i think so. I think i’m fine.” she was never really fine but in this moment the answer to the question was that she was fine. “but i know if i ever need a doctor i can count on one.” she smiled at the child softly.

[seeking-violet]

(&& carl):

carl shrugged his shoulders as he looked over at the woman, offering her a sympathetic smile. he felt bad for her, and negan’s other wives. how could he not? “hopefully you won’t have to deal with that much longer.” he said quietly. they didn’t have any sort of plan in stone for how they wanted to get their lives back, but carl had faith it would happen. one day. “i hope you’re able to get that dignity back. no one deserves to live like this.”

violet’s blue eyes grew wide as she stared at the young boy. her biggest fear that she, her brother’s and the other wives would be outcasts, they wouldn’t be accepted for the choice they made. she looked around the room, trying to find some wondering eyes or listening ears. “you shouldn’t say things like that, you could get hurt. besides we’re bound to negan, we are grateful to him.” her brows furrowed and she shook her head ever so slightly hoping he would catch her cues. hoping they could be forgiven and accepted in a community. 

[seeking-violet]

(&& maggie):

“he’s your family. i know how ya feel. i got my own brother, he can be quite the idiot too. but because he’s family, we do what we can for ‘em. ‘cause we love ‘em.” maggie offered her a small smile and shrugged. “ya didn’t. i don’t mind listenin’, really.”

“yeah. we love them. he’s my twin, so i feel like i’m even more responsible for him then most. it’s always been that way really.” violet shook her head, “if anyone was listening and they told negan, something bad would happen. i appreciate your kindness, but i think i have to get back. despite how calm it is here.”

[seeking-violet]

(&& bambi):

the dark haired girl looked up seeing a blonde walking up to her, the sound of heels hitting the concrete floor with each step, and as she got close she saw it was one of the wives, which honestly bambi was slightly scared of talking to.. maybe it was cause it reminded her so much of home, then again maybe that was why she came and stayed here cause it gave her a sense of familiarity again from how she grew up, truthfully it was almost exactly like how she grew up minus the lack of children.. there was negan, and five wives.. at home there had been her dad and five wives as well.. bambi bit down on her bottom lip as she was quick to shove the white fabric bonnet into the pockets of her jacket she nodded, “im fine.. just out to get some fresh air thats all…”

the look on the girl’s face said so much and violet sighed, she crossed her arms over her chest and kept a small distance from the girl. never in a million would the blonde girl think she would end up here. she was studying in school and going out with friends and then suddenly the world turned upside. she stood by a man who held those she cared about in his hands so carelessly. violet looked out to where the girl was looking and then back. “sometimes when its quiet i think the world is as it was. just for a moment my mind thinks that i’ve woken up from a horrid dream and none of this has happened. but then i hear it. i hear the cries and the biters and the heavy footsteps and i know it’s all real. but these moments of fresh air and quiet i think i need more.” she smiled softly. “i’m violet.”

[seeking-violet]

(&& bambi):

Despite it years since she got away, years since the end of the world started. She still carried with her her old clothing.. The dresses she’d made, the white bonnets she spent so many years wearing religiously.. Truth was that the longer she went from what had been her normal, to the time where she fled it as she’d come to hate it and she had prayed hoping to start a new life, where what was considered normal by others seemed so scary, and now she was missing how things had been. Missed the security of structure her religion had given her.. Now a days, there wasn’t a lot of things left that gave her that same feeling.. But here she was, taking a moment to sit on top of the stairs that lead up to the old factory building, and be by herself, give herself a moment to think, process everything, or just give herself a chance not to go crazy. Her fingers running over the soft fabric of the white bonnet, her mind was drifting off to all kinds of places, which resulted in her not noticing the voice that called out to her, and slowly made their way up the concrete steps, and essentially, her.. 

Taking a walk always cleared her head but visiting her twin always helped her calm town and even if it was only for about 20 mins. She parted ways and started her trek back. When she came to the stairs she noticed a young woman standing at the top. “hello?” Violet asked quietly not wanted to startle her. She was confused as to why she was just standing there, maybe she was hurt or crying. Violet climbed up the stairs, her wedge heels stomping against the concrete floor. “Is everything  okay? Do you need some help?”

[seeking-violet]

Violet lost track of time and her “chaperone” (was she in the 1920s), was gone, probably off to talk to some pretty girl that distracted him. As she stepped out of library, the wife looked around. It was total chaos. Just chaos. People arguing and it was loud, so loud. Violet knew the sanctuary could get rowdy, people in a small space it always but now it was even more cramped, even more crowded and people with so many different ideals just didn’t work. She sighed and walked out. She tried to make her trip but it was slow, people pushing and shoving. And that mess Violet was shoved around before she was pushed over.  “Ugh.” All she wanted was to go to her room and instead she was crawling her way out of a crowd.

[seeking-violet]

(&& carl):

“you heard me.” he laughed, a brow raised. “couldn’t resist - i had to ask.”

“yeah but it took me by surprise, no one here would have the balls to ask that.” she shrugged. “i have so little dignity left in this world but you get used to it and i’m not sure it’s something that i should be getting used to.”

[seeking-violet]

(&& carl):

( closed starter for any wife OR negan / @seeking-violet, @breathe-blink-cry, @justsvrvivesomehow, @mxtherknowsbestx, @fakingsurvival )

“so, tell me  - what’s it like kissing satan’s butthole?”

the wife looked up and shot a confused look at the boy. “excuse me?”

[seeking-violet]

(&& anastasia):

Anastasia looks up when she hears the voice of the other blonde suddenly, and a small smile comes over her face. “Hmm?” She can’t lie and act like she hasn’t been thinking a lot, especially not to someone like Violet. The wives are mostly all like sisters and she knows that the girls know her better than anyone else. “I’m just thinkin’… We have all of these people here now.” She starts off, ready to sprawl out everything that’s on her mind. “And they’re all our enemies. Every single one of the people down there wants Negan dead. Why would he keep them all here? Why would he give them the advantage of learning every nook and cranny of where we live? Wouldn’t it be smarter for him to let them all go back to their communities? It would be a win for him if this horde took out these people.” She didn’t want Negan to win, far from that actually, she wanted to finally live a life of freedom where she didn’t have to constantly be in a dress and heels, where she didn’t have a man watching over her every move. She knew that she was free to go whenever she wanted to but then that meant her losing her sisters and she couldn’t bare the thought.

violet placed her book on the table beside her and moved over next to anastasia. “because he wants everyone to think he is the savior of them all, he plays his roll so well that they’ll thank him. i doubt it will work but it reaffirms everything for our people. it reaffirms that negan is justice and fair in their eyes. he’s probably also banking on people switching sides.” she talked in a whisper, no one could hear her. violet read a great many books about moments like these and she figured some would stay. it was a scary thought. the wife would stay until she could no more. her brothers were her life at this point and she wouldn’t risk anything to disrupt them. she rached over to grabbed anastasia’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “let’s just hope if it all crumbles, we’ll be welcome.” it was her biggest fear. people would only see pampered wife, not desperate women who loved so deeply they were willing to do whatever it took. because each had a reason and that reason drove them everyday. “for everything negan is, he isn’t stupid.”

[seeking-violet]

(&& ben):

ben looked over at isadora, and forced out a smile. “uh.. i don’t know that i need anything. i’m just confused and still.. getting used to this situation and.. being alive.” he chuckled dryly. “i could use some company.”

“confused? about being alive?” now isadora was confused. but she offered him that soft smile and nodded. “of course. you can come sit in my little space if you want. I don’t mind. I like to think i’m great company.”

[xx-bewitched]

The Wives

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[seeking-violet]

(&& maggie):

maggie could tell that these women - these wives - deserved much better. it was obvious, and she felt sorry for them. she hated how negan made a mockery of marriage. “ain’t your fault. i’m sure he’s controllin’ as hell with you as he is with us.” she sighed. “you thirsty? hungry?”

violet shook her head to answer, she was neither. “that’s what i tell myself everyday. my brother is an idiot but i would do anything for him. but at the end of the day i think was it worth it. sometimes i don’t think so....sorry i spoke out of turn.”