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send ‘ஐ’ for my muses reaction to yours shoving them against the wall and sticking their hand down his/her pants
Beth gasped at the sudden cold of the wallpressing into her back.She almost lost her breath on contact,but gasped at the feel of a warm handsliding into her pants.Heat welled up in her cheeks as shetook on a red hue.
”—R-Rick! What are you doin’?!”
|| Closed || Officernotsofriendly ||
officernotsofriendly
It was a day like any other. Beth spent her time with laundry, mopping floors, cleaning up, avoiding the officers, and appeasing Dawn. There wasn't anything else she could do. She had to focus on surviving her time at Grady Memorial Hospital.
The blonde was alone. She knew she was. There was no one coming for her and she accepted that. Memories of her family ran through her mind every night, bringing her to the verge of tears. But she couldn't cry anymore. There wasn't anything left within her to spare. All her tears had been cried and all her emotions were dried.
Every night she wished that Rick and the others would just break in, guns blazing, taking down every officer in sight and rescuing her. But it would never happen.
With a sigh, she closed her room door and propped a nearby chair up against it to keep it from opening from the outside. It wouldn't do much to keep anyone determined out, but it would be enough to wake her if anything should happen. With that, she fell upon the old hard hospital mattress and stared at the stained ceiling.
She needed a way out and she needed it soon.
Duties of a Royal || Closed AU || Rick (officernotsofriendly) & Lori
"This is a horrid, vile disgusting joke." Lori scowled to herself, her pale face hidden beneath a lace veil. She glanced out at the makings of English shore from her cabin, shaking her head in disgust. She felt sick from the long and exhausting sail from her homeland to this new...foreign place where her parents had commanded her to move. She loathed the idea of marrying for politics. It infuriated her beyond her boiling point. "It's your duty child. Your brother will inherit our throne and your son will inherit the English throne. It's quite simple. Princes become Kings, Princesses become Queens and mothers to Kings." Her mother cooed as she boarded her ship to her impending imprisonment. What could be worse than marrying someone you hadn't even seen before? Lori didn't even know what this man looked like, and that's not including all the horror stories ladies in her court would spread of the King. She had been told he was ruthless, mean, and absolutely stubborn beyond belief. Something she knew wouldn't pass very well with her. She bundled her hands in her gloves, her lady-in-waiting wrapping her shawl around her shoulders as they departed the creaky ship and adjusted the French hood upon her dark head of hair. Lori sighed, daintily stepping into the awaiting carriage, her final glance at the barge was of her country's flag, and an overwhelming sadness flooded into her heart. She was determined not to show it. She lifted her head and waved gently at the crowds of people waving at her, crying. The man who picked her up, apparently a friend of the King's, smiled gently, kissing her cheek. "Princess, I am the Duke of Wiltshire...the people are...most happy that our king is marrying." "Yes well, I'd be more happy if I had any say in the matter." She replied simply, readjusting the veil on her face, her eyes shifting as darkness shrouded the carriage as it passed into the palace gates. "I was told he'd be waiting to meet you urgently." "...wonderful." She dead panned, fanning her face gently.
just-tired-of-losing-people replied to your post:✺ cause the angst, Rick would flip out at himself and go loco...
*whispers* and then Daryl beats up Rick the end.
*whispers and Lori is surprisingly happy at that*
✺ cause the angst, Rick would flip out at himself and go loco...
Lori held her burning cheek in shock. Did Rick just hit her? Was that his hand striking her cheek? She recoiled into herself, holding her face as a rouge tear slid down her cheek.
"You are just like your daddy, Rick. Don’t fucking talk to me!" She hissed out thickly, trembling with rage and…fear? Was she afraid of her husband? She certainly didn’t think he’d ever hit her. No matter how heated the argument. But he just did.
Stalking off, Lori picked up Judith and pulled into Carol’s warm embrace of sympathy—the older woman turning a harsh glare in Rick’s direction.
RP. Literate. Multi-para to Novella. 18+ Graphic Content. Tracking rickxthedick for rping purposes....
Two Sides To The Same Coin.
Terminus. That was the aim, the desired destination again. The chances of there being other survivors there, from the prison group was unknown... Carol had only managed to see the end of the fall, and Tyreese leave with the girls, even that had just been a complete blur.
What happened at The Grove was still weighing heavy on her shoulders, she'd sworn to the father of those girls that she'd care for them as if they were her own, and hell, did she try. The all too clear memories of what had happened to her own daughter, Sophia, had lead her to try and help the two girls, teach them to defend themselves. This world isn't a world for little, and sweet kids. But when things turned bad, and it was clear that Lizzie wasn't right, she needed help that no one could offer, not now, Carol did what she had to. Even if it hurt. She fixed what needed fixing.
A small gurgle from the baby on her back, caused Carol to remember the light of the situation. Though she was hurting, grieving for two more daughters, two more innocent losses, she'd saved Judith. The baby of her late best friend, and the man who had led them all to safety on many occasions, who sent her away, but for her own good, she understood that. The woman had bared no grudges towards the man, when he'd sent her away, it was for her own protection, after the way that Tyreese had acted towards Rick when he'd found Karen and David's bodies, had been an indication of the high chance that Carol could have gotten hurt. If he'd had thought that Carol hand lost it... turned evil or was too far gone, he wouldn't have given her a chance. The parallel was right there, and Carol saw it. Rick made the decision on Carol, and sent her away, Carol made the decision on Lizzie, and put her down. She wasn't too far gone, not like Lizzie. Carol could come back from what she'd done.
As she hitched the baby carrier up on her back, the sound of footsteps in the distance, from behind broke the solemn silence that seemed to be following her. The woman had become separated from Tyreese, not out of choice, just more complications, and now she was on her own, more vulnerable, her and the baby now in more danger. Her own footsteps slowed, trying to distinguish whether the footsteps behind her were human, or walker. And if they were human, were they a friend, or a stranger.
"No, I will not give your shirt back."
Lori wrapped her scrawny arms around herself and blushed. “Please? I’ve gotta go back inside an’ if my parents see I don’t have a shirt on, they’ll know!” She mused, before snatching his shirt up and slipped it on. “Fine. Real men wear pink anyway.” She grinned mischievously and kissed his head before skipping inside.
