#shefiights

[klarsynt-arc]

plotted thing for @shefiights​

          they’re cheap targets. halfwits with nothing better to do than stalk and harass people under the guise of professional work. there’s nothing professional about nearly terrifying a woman just to hopefully get a few shots of her without makeup on. he doesn’t usually take any joy or satisfaction in hurting people. but punching this particular brand of asshole can be a little cathartic sometimes. head shakes as he ensures the door is locked behind them, one glance towards the dissipating flock of vultures before he turns his attention to his client. it would be a lie to say there are some people he’s worked for he didn’t give a rats ass about. but it isn’t the case this time. she has been respectful thus far, perhaps it’s a low bar for the rich and famous in his mind. but she’s met it and that’s enough for him. “  you alright, ma’am?  ”  

[mortuism]

★ ━━ HE STARES at ground as he walks; as if his WORN down boots or the dirt they’re kicking up would give him the COURAGE or the words to start the conversation he needed to have.  he thinks - or at least hopes - that SHE knows he wants to talk to her. why else would the two of them had made such an UNSPOKEN effort to fall a few paces behind the group? rick knew she wasn’t stupid and neither was he - for the most part. they both know they NEEDED to break the ever growing TENSION between them.  ❝ i appreciate you savin’ us, i really do ❞ he starts, tilting his head towards her to give her a genuine SMILE before his gaze returns down to the ground; he’d never been any good at eye contact.  ❝ but - we need to talk about what happened ❞ // @shefiights 

[fateheld]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES // accepting.

@shefiights​: “Let me take care of you, for once.” - For Shane.

“I don’ need ya to take care of me,” Shane snapped. The response was instinct. He hadn’t allowed himself to think about it, and regret instantly burned in his belly. Carol didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that, but he couldn’t help himself. Anger, betrayal, guilt—the emotions were overwhelming. He was having difficulty coping, but it was no excuse.

After everything that happened with Randall (and Otis), things had changed. The Greene family’s farm was gone, his relationship with the others hanging on by fraying threads. They thought him a monster. Lori refused to look at him, let alone speak to him, and Carl was forbidden from acknowledging him. Their scorn was the worst of it, but everyone treated him differently. No one looked at him like they used to. Shane was part of the group and yet he wasn’t, not anymore. Now, he felt like an outsider looking in, and it bothered him in ways he couldn’t describe.

It crossed the former Deputy's mind that he should consider leaving again. It would be so easy to disappear in the middle of the night. Hell, no one would even notice or care; by the time they did, he'd be long gone. No matter how much he entertained the idea though, he couldn’t bring himself to follow through. It was impossible to find the will to do it. Lori was pregnant, Carl would never forgive him for leaving, and Rick—well, even though their relationship was strained now, the man was still Shane’s brother. The Grimes family meant something to him.

For them, he’d find a way to carry the weight now on his shoulders.

One of Shane’s hands rose, tugging at the faint stubble growing on his chin. A nervous tick. “I’m sorry, Carol, I ain’t—I’m running my mouth without thinkin’, I shouldn’t have spoke to you like that.” Shane couldn’t meet her gaze for more than a second at a time. His hands flexed at his sides, sending pain flaring through the appendages again.

He’d accidently roughed up his hands that morning. Shane had done something recklessly and his hands had paid the price. Small wounds littered his palms, splinters imbedded in the tender flesh, but he hid the pain well. “It ain’t as bad as it looks, I promise.”

[doginthecorner]

Secondhand Smoke || Daryl & Carol || closed with shefiights ||

@shefiights​

“I swear them kids got twice the number of knees as a normal person.” Daryl mutters, taking a seat on the porch swing next to Carol and fishing for a cigarette in his pocket. Judith and RJ had taken to making him lay down with them so they’d go to sleep and while he knew he shouldn’t given in they’d lost so much recently he usually did. It some how always ended with him having to dislodge RJ’s very sharp knees from his back and Judith’s pointy elbows from his side in order to slip from the room once they were asleep. 

He lights the cigarette and takes a drag from it before offering it to her silently. The summer air is hot, even well past sundown, and the sound of cicadas fills his ears. The last few weeks had been so blissfully normal, almost like something out of a daytime TV show. Sure parenting - or whatever it was they were doing with Judth, RJ, and Lydia - was damn hard, especially with three traumatized children, but they’d fallen into a routine lately, and he liked it. 

“Ya know.” He says finally. “This ‘s the most stable life’s ever been fer me? Don’ expect it t’ last but - but ‘s nice.” 

[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

               ❝ I haven’t been a GOOD FRIEND. I just...didn’t know what to say besides ‘I’m sorry’ and it didn’t feel good enough. ❞  Anna was quiet for a long moment, sucking in her bottom lip as she tried to make sense of the thoguhts circulating her head right now. She wanted to say something else other than ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ because she’s sure Carol’s heard that many times from everyone else.  ❝ I’ve never lost a child so I can’t even imagine what you’re going through so how can I say I do? I can’t...I... ❞  She sighed deeply through her nostrils.  ❝ Tell me what I can do to help and you have that help. I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks. ❞

@shefiights​ gets a surprise starter !

[kiingdombled]

The Smithy ||closed with shefiights ||

Henry had wanted to talk to them both together, but another pipe had burst in the basement and he’d been helping Jerry rig a repair. Now he was soaking wet and smelling mildly musty as he went in search of his parents, after being told  his father had already left on patrol he settled for finding his mother. The pipe burst had only cemented in his mind what he needed to do, this place was falling apart fast and it would be a miracle to make it through winter at this rate, they had to do permanent repairs and that wasn’t going to come from anywhere but here. 

“Mom?” He says, stepping into the royal gardens and seeing her examining some of the plants with Nabila, hopefully they weren’t failing again too. They’d had a hell of a time with Weevils in the past. “May I have a word?” He says, nodding politely to Nabila and trying to keep his voice confident and steady like his fathers. His father always said radiating confidence was the key to getting what you wanted.

@shefiights​

[thesheriffswife]

@shefiights​

The quarry was quiet today, except for a few birds chirping in the distance and Carl’s laughter as he played some kind of game with Sophia.

Apart from the world ending, the weather in Georgia was still the same.  Humid and disgusting with any chance of rain.  Some days were nicer than others, today wasn’t a nice one at all.  Lori pressed the back of her hand against her forehead in hopes of stopping the sweat that seemed to be pooling on her brow.  Even so, she continued to hang up some of Carl’s wet clothes on the clothesline.

Craning her neck just a little, Lori gazed up to the sky, watching as the clouds rolled in a dark overcast.  She sighed, feeling defeated.  “These clothes won’t dry now,” she muttered, gnawing at the inside of her lower lip while she stopped and rested her hands on her hips.

Stepping away from the tents, Lori headed over to where Carol and her family set up their own.  “Hey, Carol? Is there anythin’ we can do to get these clothes dry before the rain comes?” She’d kill for a weather man to come on the news right now and say there was only a 20 percent chance of rain but from the way it was looking, the odds weren’t in their favor.

[doomdays-a]

“BUT I DO WANNA BE HERE.”

      ⇢ @shefiights​​

she does too, despite all that seems to be preventing her from actually being able to do anything.  she’s tried to be careful,  tried to find the balance between who she once was as someone destructive and impulsive,  to who she is now as a the sole parent to someone who needs her to think more critically about the fate of her life.  it never mattered to her before,  whether she lived or died  ----  fighting walkers didn’t scare her,  and she was used to seeing living people as the enemy.   this is all different  ----  and it’s been different since she first heard the whispers when she was stuck in the woods.   coco was like a light of hope,  one reminiscent of her father  ----  but his death brought on a large, dark cloud around her,  and fighting hasn’t been easy since.

they’re safe now,  they have a plan now,  but what if that’s still not enough?

❝  you should be here.  ❞   time is all a blur;  ever since beta nearly took her down,  and the way she’s had to fight through that pain,  it seems like everything is happening so quickly  ----  she doesn’t know how carol is,  but she does know that a fight is better with her.  ❝  all of us together.  that’s how it should be right now. ❞   she glances down to coco resting peacefully,  and she hopes that doesn’t have to change  ----  that they’re okay here,  and everything’s going to work out just as they hoped,  finally.  ❝  ain’t used to this whole sitting duck thing though.   still tryin’ to figure that out,  ❞   she admits.