#v;au

[thesheriffswife]

a last summer’s gathering at the grimes home

Summer in Georgia was always hot and disgusting.  It wasn't’ the heat that made it so gross, but the humidity just lingered, making it feel hotter than it actually was.  And today was one of those days.  A day like this where Lori wished they installed the pool when they bought the house - that was a mutual decision though, knowing that neither of them would actually go in it.  And actually cleaning the thing in the summer put another chore on her shoulders.  Not that she minded doing such things around the house, but a pool was definitely one of those things they didn’t need.  Except maybe today.

Running out of the bathroom with her damp head from her midmorning shower, Lori’s feet padded against the wooden floor of the hallway as she headed toward the kitchen.  The smoke alarm was blaring, going off wildly at 11 am without any concern for those in the house.  “Dammit,” Lori coughed as she waved some of the smoke out of her face while she tried to get to the oven.  Leaning over the sink, Lori cranked the window wide open and tried to fan some of the smoke out of the house.  Coughing still, she went to the oven and shut it off before she grabbed oven mitts and pulled open the door to take out the extra crispy cinnamon rolls.

After she’d opened a few more windows and got most of the smoke out, Lori knocked on Carl’s bedroom door, pushing it open.  The alarms finally stopped blaring.  He was sitting in front of his tv screen with headphones in playing video games.  Lori clenched her jaw.  “Carl,” she said sternly, folding her arms over her chest.  Carl paused his game before he turned and pulled his headphones down.  “Morning,” he said in a tired ten year old voice.  “Didn’t I ask you to take those out twenty minutes ago?” Her eyes were disappointed as she looked at him.  Carl shrugged.  “I forgot.” Was all he gave her.  Lori ran a hand through her hair as she nodded before she just walked away and went to go finish getting ready for this party.

Sometimes she wished Rick didn’t work so much, sometimes she wished things were different between them - better, like they used to be.

But, those were thoughts for a different time.  

As the doorbell rang, Lori greeted her friends and neighbors with a smile, a light touch of makeup, her long hair pinned back as she took the food and wine when it was handed to her.  It was just a small beginning of summer kind of party the Grimes home always hosted.  Carl was running around with his friends out back in the yard.  Some of the men were drinking beers already and even taking control over the barbecue.  Rick wasn't going to mind.

Lori carried the food into the kitchen and set it in the oven, just as the doorbell rang again.  Her blue and white summer dress flowed quickly behind her as her sandals stopped near the front door for their next guest, hoping Rick would be home soon.

(( @caffeinatedxgrimes​

[jsurvives]

@t-chambler​ continued from x:

As Enid sat across from Tara at the other side of the room, she noticed that the other’s eyes were dropping closed.  It made Enid smile to herself as she shifted her glance back to the papers laid out in front of them.  But when Tara said she did good, Enid looked up as the older girl stood up.  “Thanks,” she smiled, glancing back down to the papers.  But, they did need sleep and it was late - but Enid wasn’t tired.  Tara could be but they’ve been spending a lot of time together, and who knows what tomorrow would be like for them.

Enid’s eyes drifted over to Tara’s hand on her shoulder before the younger woman’s eyes locked onto Tara’s eyes.

Lingering in Enid’s eyes sparked something that she saw in Tara that she hadn’t felt in…years.  And her heart raced as she felt her cheeks turn a bright pink, she knew she needed to make a move, and fast.

Her hands pressed against Tara’s shoulders, pushing the other woman back into the wall behind her, her eyes shut as lips brushed softly against Tara’s mouth.  Her fingers loosened against the other’s shoulders, sliding down her arms as she kissed the girl.

And it was a little surprise to Enid that Tara had given in, and her hands fell to Enid’s waist.

Her heart raced rapidly within her chest, wanting every second of this.  Or had it been just the heat of the summer?

While the kiss was indeed, hot just as the summer sun, Enid slowed for a moment, breathing a little as she pulled back though she kept her eyes closed. “I-I’m sorry....”

[fierydisposition]

♇ @contractualsarcasm

     ❝ Look, I’m not scared of going back up there, but you’ve gotta admit it’s gonna be kinda nerve-wracking, babe. Like, am I even allowed to be up there anymore? We’ve got meetings to attend. They always get pissed when I don’t show up. Are they gonna be pissed that I do show up now? ❞ The Underworld god huffs. ❝ I feel like these are very valid questions and no one’s answering them...! ❞ He looks pointedly at the stone ceiling above them, directing a glare at the gods that He had just tried to evict from Olympus. 

Hades’ defeat had been the worst yet. Utter humiliation, and that's putting it lightly. He’s already well on the way to repressing the memory, but pretending that it never happened doesn’t erase the repercussions He has to deal with. At least one good thing came of it: Meg’s still around. And she’s sticking around even though their contract was void the second that column crushed her fragile form. Bringing someone back from the dead earns you more brownie points than you'd think. Who would've thought?

[sorava-blog]

they surprise him by jumping on to his lap when he's unoccupied, smiling as they hand him a bag of cookies she made herself. ` i've been trying to learn, but if you don't like 'em, there's always gift number two. ` she places a bow on her head and then kisses his nose. ` happy valentine's. `

@viraqc

It’s instinctive for him to lean forward and wrap his arms around her whenever she sits in his lap unannounced. Sora's hands are searching for hers when they come in contact with a bag instead, a small “Hm?” escaping him at the discovery.

What she says makes him laugh. Erin? Baking? Oh he has to try these first hand.

“These won’t kill me will they?” he teases, stuffing his hand inside the bag and popping one of the cookies in his mouth. He’s surprised to find that they don’t taste like ash, giving her his wide eyed approval while he chews. “Thank you,” he says, mouth full of cookie and scrunching up his nose when she kisses it. 

Sora kisses Erin’s cheek while she’s putting the bow on her head, always finding it particularly cute when she presented herself as his present for any holiday. He leans back, smiling warmly at his girlfriend, his best friend, and a slew of other things too encompassing to define.

“I know you’re comfy, but you’re gonna have to get off me if you want your present.”

[thesheriffswife]

Lori’s hands shook as she stared at the phone.  She couldn’t do this.  Taking in a breath, her eyes closing briefly as she put the phone on the nearby table and fell into the seat.

They’d just gotten home from the hospital to see Rick. Carl could barely stand he was so distraught, and Lori - she could hardly breathe since the moment Shane came to Carl’s school to tell her.  Shane drove them to the hospital because Lori knew there was no way she’d be able to drive herself or Carl safely.

As Lori looked down to her phone again, she closed her eyes and let out a soft breath before she dialed Lena’s number.  Her eyes flicked to the clock just above the doorway, checking the time in case her eldest child would be in class or not.  Lori waited for Lena to answer.  When she didn’t the first time, Lori sighed and ended the call.  She waited a moment again before she called back - still getting her voicemail.

This time, the frantic mother left a message. “Lena...call me.  Now. Please”.

( @lostgrimesgirl​

[thesheriffswife]

A light gust of wind swept through Alexandria as the mother and son sat in the rocking chair out on the front porch.  Lori held RJ in her lap as she ran her fingers through his light brown hair.  He had the same complexion as Carl did when he was 6 years old.  Judith was their only baby that had the lightest hair when she was born.  It was strange how much their features changed over a little amount of time.  And as Lori looked at her youngest even more, it was more evident that he looked exactly like Carl - in every way, even his piercing blue eyes which they both got from their daddy.  Wrapping her arms around her baby boy, Lori pressed a kiss to his head.  

“You’re lookin’ more and more like your brother than your daddy,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head again.

The creaking of their door opened as Carl walked out, fixing his sheriff’s hat while he stopped beside his mother and his baby brother.  He bent down to ruffle RJ’s light hair.  Craning her neck, Lori looked up to her eldest, squinting from the glare of the sun which was just above their house at this time of day.

“I’m going on a run with Enid.”  His one blue hue glanced at his mother.  “We might make a stop at Hilltop.”

“Carl.” Lori mused, her tone indicating that she was not okay with that even as she lifted her hand to shield her eyes to look at him a little better.

Sighing, Carl shifted his weight on his feet, his hand dropping to the gun in his leg holster.  “I’ll be fine.  Also, Judy was looking for you.  She was in her room.” He muttered, leaning down to kiss his mother’s cheek and ruffle his baby brother’s hair some more.  “Love you, mom.”

And with that, he jogged down the steps.  “I love you, too, baby.” Lori called as she watched him.

“Bye, Carl!” RJ shouted, his little hand waving to his brother.

Carl turned, walking backwards now as he waved to his brother before he continued down the block towards the entrance of their safe zone.

RJ yawned and hopped off Lori’s lap.  “Momma, I’m tired.”  He rubbed his little blue eyes as he held out his hand for her to take.

Standing from the chair, Lori reached down and willingly took her son’s hand as they walked into their house.

Releasing her grip, RJ ran to the couch and crawled into the cushions of the sofa as he pulled the blanket over him and fluffed up a pillow.  “Do you want some juice?” Lori asked, walking over with a cup and some apple juice anyway, knowing that he was going to say yes.  Which, he did.  He nodded.  Lori smiled as she handed him the cup for him. He took it with both hands, drinking a little before he handed it back to her and buried his face into the pillow.

Gently, Lori rubbed her little boy’s back, gave him another kiss to his head before she walked toward the kitchen to put the cup of juice down.  Sometimes, this place seemed too surreal, like she was in a wild dream they couldn’t wake from.  Pinching the bridge of her nose, Lori pushed her skepticism to the side and made her way to the stairs.

“Judith?” Lori asked as she knocked lightly before she pushed open Judith’s bedroom door gently.  “Everythin’ alright, baby girl?” Lori asked, folding her arms over her chest as she leaned against the doorway.

@missjudithgrimes​

[thesheriffswife]

once the group makes it to the ASZ, it takes lori a while to come to terms with the fact that it actually is real and they’re not just surviving anymore, but also living. (kind of like an existential crisis of sorts.)