#p:meredith

[therebelwithcause-blog]

Another Day Another Dollar || Keith + Meredith

In rare form, Keith was actually early to work today. It wasn’t so much that he cared about job performance, Mr. Fields had been acting weird and hadn’t even been checking up on them as much as normal. But Tessa had texted him earlier that morning saying she was sick and wouldn’t make it in, which left Matt to work the lunch shift alone. Since he had been hours late last time leaving Matt to open alone, Keith tried to be extra early this time...which meant he only ended up being about 10 minutes early. What? He tried.

Giving a lopsided smirk to the teen, he dropped off his messenger back behind the counter. Grabbing an apron, he slug it un-carlingly around his neck, not bothering to tie the back, and picked up a couple menus, seating the people that had just come in.

Once everything was settled, he reached into his bag and pulled out his sketchbook, continuing to work on a frame of a guy getting eaten by a zombie. He was engrossed in what he was doing, so it took the person at a nearby table asking for his attention a second time for him to look up with a bored look. “Yeah, okay, I’m coming. Sorry,” he apologised, but the word held no sincerity. 

[mcleon-liam]

[summer-mcdonald]

All The Things She Said | Meredith & Summer

Okay, let's face it. Out of everything one would grab before racing their little asses out of a house, alcohol probably wouldn't be one of the options. But as Summer passed the kitchen in the house, seeing the alcohol was something she wished she didn't. Summer couldn't leave it behind - hell she had finally grown accustomed to the taste. And there she was, in her tent alone, holding the bottom of Vodka in her hands. Staring down at the almost full bottle, Summer couldn't help herself but open it and gulp some down. The burning sensation almost forced her to vomit, but she kept it down and took the pain. Twisting the lid back on the bottle, she let out a long sigh. Losing Audrey hurt worse than she thought. It was no question that Summer was basically the 'mother' of the group; everyone came to her for help, and she always made sure everyone had everything they needed to feel comfortable in this world epidemic. Sure it wasn't the best way to live, but Summer always found a way to help. And Audrey was very important to Summer; they helped each other many times during raids and hunts. Pushing the memories of Audrey's smiling face, Summer crawled out from her tent, the bottle hidden in her arms. Looking around, she noticed a dim light from behind Meredith's tent. Walking over, Summer spotted Meredith sitting by a low fire, her knees folded to her chest. Walking over, Summer sat beside Meredith and held up the bottle. "You look like you need this," Summer said lightly, staring into the fire.

[katherina--petrova-blog]

"Hunt the hunted." || Katherine and Meredith

The forest always seemed safe to Katherine. She assumed it was because that was more or less how she escaped those hundred odd years ago. It could be something more than that, but she never spent much time analyzing her feelings. She preferred ignoring them. What good had they done her anyway? Absolutely none, just countless attempts at her own murder. She didn't get involved with petty things like that anymore. Acting like they didn't exist was much easier.

Her footsteps were silent as she ran. She didn't expect to see anyone - that's why'd she'd gone there in the first place - but as she got to a clearing surrounded by trees there stood the olive skinned girl with dark hair. It was Meredith. Katherine stopped mid-step, a slow smile crossing her lips. "Well, if it isn't mine and Charlotte's own creation," She said, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the left slightly. "What brings you here, hunter? Still want to kill me?"