#drtywork 001.

[bethisms]

@drtywork — sc.

Grady Memorial Hospital looked like a place sent from heaven, but inside of those walls was hell, pure and simple. Beth had gone into that place with a healthy balance of worry and optimism, but walked out simply void of both. A shell of the girl she once was, officially able to be labeled a murderer. This was a very different Beth to the one she’d been just weeks prior. Escaping the hospital was not easy, but a short trip down the elevator shaft followed by a few minutes of dodging walkers and officers was all it took. She got out. Scarred, but alive. It’s not long after she escapes that she sees a person. She’s moments away from running, sure they’d try to kill her, but then she sees his hand. Or lack thereof. She approaches, though she’s still hesitant. He didn’t seem like the good guy to her. Not back in the prison at least.

❛ Merle. You’re alive. ❜

[payreality]

↳  @drtywork  //  starter  call.

“Merle?”

He’s the last person T-Dog had expected to see, the last person he’d expected to still be alive. He’d missed all that went down in the prison, too busy running for his life and ending up in a hospital; so as far as he’d known Merle had gotten off the roof, but no way had T-Dog ever expected him to actually still be alive.

“You’re alive.”

[oncebarrenworld]

↳  @drtywork​  //  starter  call.

❛ y’know, i don’t think you’re as much of an ass as you make people think. ❜  perhaps it’s just beth doing her best to see the best in people, or maybe it’s because daryl started off harsh and ended up not being so bad. though, she does sometimes wonder if merle would’ve done things differently had daryl not been in their group. she’s pretty sure he never would’ve accepted being with them the prison if daryl wasn’t around. ❛ like maybe it’s all a big front. ❜

[tweevilz-a]

@drtywork — sc.

kaycee is constantly lost without kirstee, the apocalypse only heightening that. they’d been together a while, but somehow kaycee had managed to get herself lost. who knew the world was so hard to navigate when you had no idea where you were or where you were going! still decked out in her usual pink dress, even the old pink heels, she stands out like a sore thumb. survival is important, but not so important that she’s about to give up on pinkness. “ow!” cried out in pain as the girl reaches for her nose, somehow she’d managed to walk into a tree. she really is lost on her own. the bandage is still on there, though it’s a different bandage to what it used to be. after the apocalypse hit she’d stocked up on band-aids, just in case. so far they’d all been for her nose. her cries had apparently drawn as much attention as her clothes, the girl turning to find a man standing there. “do you, like, know how to tell if a nose is broken?”