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Augusnippets Day 3: Thunderstorm

Zombie Apocalypse Lesbians | Julie & Claire | One Shot | Stitches | Really bad weather lowkey |

CW: Stitches done outside of a sterile environment

**Please note that Julie is a trans woman. Her injuries in this are NOT from gendered violence or transphobia. If reading about transfemme whumpee's is triggering, this is your warning!**

Julie needs stitches and it's raining really bad oh nooooo.

Taglist: @whumpinggrounds @wondero28

Once upon a day, Julie had enjoyed thunderstorms. When they knocked her power out, it forced her to slow down, to stretch her fingers and step away from her sewing. She would stand in the dark, looking through the glass doors of her parents house, her silhouette blazoned by the lightning striking before her. She always returned to her projects rejuvenated, rested, and reinspired.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, you're doing really great."

Now though, thunderstorms were a different kind of distracting.

Julie was chilled down to her bones, her long hair plastered to her face as a rude reminder that having long hair in the apocalypse was a bad idea. Dysphoria be damned, she was one bad night away from shaving it all off.

Claire was working quickly beside her, stitching up a nasty slice on Julie's arm. To her credit, Claire's hands didn't shake, not even when thunder seemed to shake everything around them.

"Ow." Julie meekly complained as Claire finished another stitch.

"I know baby, we're almost done."

But it was never going to be over. The wound may close. The rain may stop washing her blood off the pavement. The sun may shine again, but there was never going to be an end.

Claire's warm hands wouldn't end either though. There were tiny blessings in the new world.

Julie supposed she might've finally learned to be okay with that.

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When the world around us quiets, and it's just you and me

Zombie Apocalypse Lesbians | Julie and Clover | One-Shot | Fluff | Character and Relationship building exercise |

CW: Consensual non-sexual nudity

Julie and Clover take a nice bath in a very, very cold river.

Taglist: @whumpinggrounds @wondero28

There were times that Julie would've killed for cool water. She spent many long summer days longing to swim at the pool at her childhood home or to throw back a glass after hours hunched over a project. Hell, sometimes Julie would even daydream about a long, cold shower. Those were dark days.

Now though, that she was knee deep in a river no more than a mile away from the base, she couldn't imagine ever wanting to feel the tiniest bit cold ever again. Her toes had gone completely numb. Each tiny movement was a bite.

"You ready?" Clover's voice came somewhere from behind her, almost song-like in its own way.

"Don't look yet."

She chuckled. "You'd think I'd never seen you naked before."

Julie took another reluctant step. "I'm almost there."

"Yeah?"

"No." She shook. "It's cold."

"Can I come in?" Clover sounded closer. "It'll be easier if we go in quick."

"Only if you hold my hand."

"Try to stop me."

At the sound of a sploosh, Julie twisted to watch. Clover waded closer, barely flinching at the bitter cold. When she matched Julie's depth, she ran a careful hand over her shoulder. The touch was warm despite how cold Clover's fingers were. She shuddered under it.

"Let's go," Clover whispered. Her smile was kind.

“I think you hate me.”

“You know I love you.”

Julie smiled, which faded immediately as she waded further into the water. “Christ.”

“C’mon, just to your hips.”

She followed Clover, laser-focused on the hand which had drifted down to her back, guiding her forward. Once they’d made it a decent way further, they both stopped. Water lapped at Julie’s waist, and she wrapped her arms around herself to counteract the cold.

“We dunk?” Julie took Clover’s hand and squeezed it. “Cause I’m not going deeper.”

She breathed out a laugh, shoulders high as she shivered. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

They inched closer, just a little, and adjusted so they had their arms hanging loosely around each other’s necks. Julie liked to pretend they were slow dancing, that the river swaying was actually a current taking them across a ballroom floor. They would dance together, each in a dress Julie had stitched herself.

Clover’s would be an A-line gown, a deep green to complement the earth of her skin. The sleeves would hang below her shoulders, because how could Julie cover her freckles? She didn’t have a favourite part of Clover, but if she did, it might’ve been those freckles.

The illusion only lasted a moment though. She knew the real reason they were standing like that was to make sure one couldn’t chicken out of dunking their heads under the water. She supposed that was its own kind of love.

“Ready?” She brought her eyes up to meet Clover’s. She found a lively sparkle there.

“When you are.”

Julie took a breath.

And she submerged.

She was only under the water for a second before her head bopped back up. She kept her knees bent so her shoulders would stay under the water, hands frantically trying to get her hair out of her face.

Clover came up only a few seconds later, eyebrows furrowed against the cold. Julie giggled as Clover wiped the water from her face. Julie rinsed her hands to wipe at the grime on her face.

“You’ve gotta let me know when my face is clean.” She insisted.

Clover leaned a little closer, and Julie froze as she was inspected. “Hi Julie.”

She gave her a puzzled look.

“I’ve been traveling with some crazy lady covered in dirt, you have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

Julie rolled her eyes. “Oh you’re so funny.”

“You look good.”

Some of the warmth returned to her face. “You do too.”

After a moment, Julie shuffled a little. “Do you think you could wash my back?”

Clover nodded for her to turn around. “Of course.”

She shifted to face the other way, and pulled her hair forward to expose her back. Clover’s hands brushed lightly at the small of her back, a warning before she came in with a little more pressure. She shivered under the touch.

“You’ve gotten strong.” Clover commented.

“It’s the axes.”

“We should keep you on firewood then.”

Julie suppressed a smile. “I’m starting to get calluses.”

“The fact that you haven’t gotten calluses three years into the apocalypse is genuinely impressive.”

“I’m just so dainty.”

“Okay, sure.”

She laughed as Clover pressed into her back, chin resting on Julie’s shoulder as she hugged from behind. “All clean.”

“Thanks, Clover.”

“Oo,” she teased, “I love when you say my name.”

“Dork.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah.” She placed a quick kiss on Clover’s cheek. “I do."

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I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known

Zombie Apocalypse Lesbians | Clover | Whumptober Day 7 | Alleyway | Radio Silence | Hurt No Comfort

Clover's gotta make her way back to their temporary camp... injured... and it's very quiet.

Taglist: @whumpinggrounds @wondero28

The city shouldn’t sleep anymore. The alley’s shouldn’t be silent. Clover hated that she could hear her own laboured breathing. She shouldn’t be able to see stars in the sliver between the buildings that surrounded her. The blanket of light pollution did not tuck her in.

Her steps were heavy, loud thunks against the concrete. She winced with each one. Too much noise, she was going to draw something near.

The city should not have been sleeping. It should’ve been crawling with the living dead.

Clover shivered. She’d been shivering for a while, despite the summer city heat the she knew lingered throughout the night. She adjusted the pitiful piece of fabric she’d employed as a bandage around her arm, hissing through her teeth. Blood between her fingers wasn’t uncommon, but it was especially jarring when it was her own.

She trekked through the alley with a blind faith that she was headed the right way, that she’d get to the meeting point and she could lay down and let someone else worry about how much blood she’d lost. God, she wanted to lay down.

But Clover wouldn’t, so she walked.

She walked until she recognized the twists and bends. She walked until she saw the sign for the old Chinese food place. She rounded the corner, ready to drop her backpack and see her girls again.

Their camp was intact. It had not been ransacked. Julie’s latest project lay half-done next to Claire’s first aid kit. Their fort of jackets was upright.

So where was everyone?

The city should not have been sleeping. Clover was starting to think she’d crossed a threshold and entered a completely separate universe. It should not have been silent. She shouldn’t be so focused on the sound of her own breathing.

She dropped her backpack and slumped next it. No point in opening the first aid kit. She was too tired, too cold to do anything worthwhile with it. With her head resting on her hard, lumpy backpack, she let herself drift.

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Zombie Apocalypse Lesbians

It's a clunky name, but it's what I've been affectionately calling these five oc's, and it's stuck now haha. I thought I'd do a little character introduction before I start posting writing for them.

JOAN

In the structure of a five man band, Joan would be the leader. She's an ex Walmart manager, which has been surprisingly helpful in the apocalypse.

Joan is a Black woman, and quite feminine. When the group has downtime, she likes to take it to pamper herself, whether that's painting her nails or trying on clothes that Julie's been working on. She is a leader because she made to be. In her opinion, anyone else would have been a better pick.

VALERIE

Valerie can and will oppose every single plan they make, not to be a pain, but to make sure their choice is the soundest one. She's smart, brash, and has a knack for ending up in danger, despite her careful planning. In the moment, she's the kind to improvise.

She's Persian and visually impaired. She's been blind in one eye since birth, and started wearing an eyepatch during the apocalypse because she thought it would look cooler. Exercise is her go-to for blowing off steam.

JULIE

Smarter than anyone knows to give her credit for, Julie always aspired to be a fashion designer. She grew up very privileged, but lost her entire family early into the apocalypse. Julie picks up skills quickly (she credits that to the fancy boarding school she went to), but she doesn't always know how to apply them.

Julie is a whyte Trans woman, and is very very crafty. She's great at fixing things, making things, maintaining things, and was a very great addition to the team. Nobody expected much from the beautiful blonde young woman, but living without her would be so much more difficult.

CLOVER

Clover grew up always wanting a farm. The city wasn't doing it for her. She moved out at sixteen to work on her ex-girlfriend's parent's farm, both the livestock and the crops. It wasn't huge, but it was enough to scratch the itch, at least until she got dumped. She got a job at the local Walmart and moved in with Joan, who was looking for a roommate.

Clover is Mexican, and freckled on her face, shoulders, and upper back. She's got a lot of practical skills, both in muscle work and book smarts. She still enjoys reading in her spare time.

CLAIRE

Claire has a very special place in my heart. She's an optimist, perfectionist, and was a medical student when the apocalypse started. She's the emotional center of the group, and was very close with Valerie before everything went down. She considers them even closer now. Claire can and will try to help people, but only at her own risk. She will never put the group in danger on purpose.

She's whyte, and has very square features, and can come off quite intimidating. She's my shmooper dooper and I love her. She can and will be a whumpee hehehe.

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The Beginning... Aside

Zombie Apocalypse Lesbians | Claire and Valerie | Missing Scene | Fluff | After meeting Clover and Joan, Claire and Valerie scavenge for toys to test their character.

Taglist: @whumpinggrounds @wondero28

The toy section was near untouched, which Claire supposed should’ve been no surprise. You can’t really carry toys around with you in the apocalypse, but she assumed the boxes might’ve been good fire material. She mused over a fake stethoscope. She’d always wanted one as a kid.

Valerie was wrestling with the stubborn packaging for a beyblade. The two of them had a cart full of beyblade parts. Nobody was tired enough to sleep, so they had to entertain themselves somehow.

Plus, tournaments are a great judge of character. They could all get to know each other better that way.

Valerie groaned and tossed the mangled box into their cart. “They can deal with that. Its parts are only really good for a defensive build, and we wanna go for a hybrid.”

Claire nodded slowly. “Right. Okay, good to know.”

“I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you too.”

“You were not a beyblades kid.”

“Nope.” Claire wrapped Valerie into a hug from behind.

“But today you will be.”

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would you do a picrew of the apocalypse lesbians?

Of course! Here they are 😎

picrew

Joan

Valerie

Julie

Clover

Claire

EDIT: tagging y'all here too, if you only want to be tagged in writing please let me know!

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