#ressie

[jamarcusposts]

[gr00vyvampire]

Not quite finished but i hope you get the vibe

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

❛you could’ve told me,❞

❝could’ve told you what?❜

❛that you were with child again❞

[softalbarn]

You: 3 am Me, An Intellectual: Fanfic time.

[stylistandtwelveotherthings]

Can you do one of Jessie and Rick comforting each other after her kids got killed in the herd and Carl got shot? Would have loved to see that in the show :/

Sequel to this: http://stylistandtwelveotherthings.tumblr.com/post/139525358718/now-that-shes-actually-gone-please-im-beggingBased on my AU/headcanon of how the invasion of ASZ should have went down.This has been in my inbox forever, so here it finally is.---Jessie was wandering outside in the aftermath of last night's invasion. She didn't know where to go from here. She didn't want to return home as it was filled with memories of her sons she'd lost that night and she didn't want to stay with all the other survivors right now. Her steps took her to the place where Sam and Ron fell. She saw her sons, who were now turned, in between the pile of dead walkers. They weren't able to move much as their bodies were mangled by the walkers attacking them which gave Jessie a chance to take a good look at them as she stopped in front of them knowing she would have to be the one to end it. Her eyes pooled with tears as she reached for her knife and with a shaky hand, stabbed through Sam's eye, into his brain and then Ron's. Jessie dropped her knife as she pulled it out, letting her tears flow down her face as she started sobbing loudly. In a short time she went from finally having a safe environment for her kids to just losing both of them in the blink of an eye. Jessie pulled her sons' bodies out to the side and away from the dead walkers, planning to bury them in the Safe Zone's cemetery. She wasn't sure if Alexandria was still a place for her to live in, but she did want a proper burial for her sons.Jessie returned to the infirmary later, her walker guts robes discarded and her regular clothes stained from scattered dirt. Everyone was quiet, talking only in hushed voices. She stopped in the doorway, looking around before deciding to sit outside. She was used to sitting out on the porch when she wanted to clear her mind or when she wanted to get away from Pete's rage and drunkenness. Right now she wanted to be alone. She didn't want people talking to her, she didn't want to hear encouraging speeches, she didn't want to hear how fearful some of them were. She rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, wiping her tears before they could fall down her cheeks. She looked down at her hands, dirty and blistered as her thoughts wandered back to Sam and Ron and the fact that they weren't there with her anymore.After a while Rick climbed up the steps heading into the infirmary and stopped as he saw her. He opened his mouth to say something, deciding against it and sitting down next to her. She took a quick glimpse at him. He looked tired and broken, like she's never seen him before. "What happened?" She almost whispered, her fingertips touching his hand. Rick took a deep breath and paused before answering her. He was trying to find the right words to tell her, but it was difficult as the whole thing didn't even seem real to him yet."He didn't make it." He shook his head, answering her in a broken voice. "Carl.... he- he didn't...." He stopped as it was too painful to say it and talking about it made it feel real.Jessie didn't respond. She didn't know what to say and she knew there was not much anything to be said that would make anything better. She brushed her thumb over the back of Rick's hand, sitting next to him in silence. After a few minutes which felt like an eternity she finally looked back up at him."I saw them today. I had to bury them. They... they weren't Ron and Sam anymore." She let out, trying to hold her tears back. "I couldn't save them, Rick. I don't want you going through this hell I'm in. I don't want you feeling this way." She finally let out her tears as she spoke."He... him and Judith were what I was fighting for. I saw Carl change from being just a kid to being a survivor, to having to live with this every day and having to kill these things. And Judith? She might never know anything other than this." Rick said, clenching his hand on the arm rest of the chair. "She's all I have left and she's so strong even though she's so small. I want her to live, actually live, not whatever it is we had to do. I want her to experience life for what it can be. I want you to live in spite of everything that's happened to you... of everything you've been through. You're strong and they would have want you to keep going." He looked at her as Jessie was looking straight into his eyes, focused on what he was saying. "I didn't even give any of you a second glance before I wrote you off as not good enough to survive, but you're so strong. You've shown me over and over, you're a fighter. We can rebuild this place from the ground up. You, me, everyone... we can rebuild this, we can live here."There was something about the way Rick spoke that always gave her hope, that made even the most impossible seeming thing look possible. He talked to her about keeping her and her kids safe, he talked to her about there being more to their life, and now he was talking about making a future for themselves. She knew she had to keep fighting. She promised herself she wouldn't stop or give in to the way the world was now."Rick... do you want to go inside? Not in there, there's too many people and I don't think I'm ready for that." She asked, still looking at him as he nodded in approval.They made their way to one of the empty houses that seemed untouched by the craziness that unfolded on the streets. It was almost eerie that this place was so safe from everything that has been going on. Jessie looked around the house, lighting a big candle and placing it on the coffee table. They sat on the floor, their backs leaning against the couch as they took turns telling stories from before the apocalypse. They watched the flames dancing and the wax melting and smoking as they talked. Time seemed to fly as their stories went on for hours and hours. As they both listened before finally giving in to sleep, they knew the pain will still be here tomorrow, but they had each other and they had their memories and a reason to go on and it was a start to make the pain more bearable when the sun would come back up in the morning.

[lgbtaaron-blog]

Jessie Anderson

Was not a good character. She was there solely for Rick's development. Don't ever compare that mess of a storyline, that some have the nerve to call a romance, to Richonne. JesSICK could never do what Richonne is doing. That's just tea

[helbertinelli]

My Jessick commission from @punkrockula.

Inspired by the movie poster for Cinderella (2015)

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

Ressie(Robb&Essie)moodboard.