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MIN-JUN DIXON.    ( yang hye-ji fc , agender, 21, hunter )

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MIGUEL SILVA.      ( pedro pascal fc , demiman, 48, medic )

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WILLIAM ‘WILL’ GRIMES.     ( norman reedus fc , cis man, 50, militia )

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⸻⸻⸻ starter » 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 ‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙺 𝙼𝙴𝙸𝙹𝙴𝚁 ( @anoukmeijer )

⸻⸻⸻ will always had a great timing, fuck his luck, seriously. barely walked trough the gate and boom, the news. death, problems, fucking helicopter. all he wanted was to shower in peace and sleep enough to get the week an half trip out of his system ⸻ another win for the domus spei and his own failure to find what was important to him. he knew how heartless it sound, how cold and selfish, so he kept this to himself, took very quick shower and went right back to work ⸻ look up patrols, sign up, check his weapons. so here he was, in the cave of engineers, ready to get his hands dirty again and again and always anyway " hey, " he said as greeting to the woman with her back turned to him. his mind wander to other one ⸻ the same height, the same color of hairs, just a little shorter than this one, light eyes and hopefully still fucking alive somewhere out there. ( oh how he hated himself ⸻ so ready to give his life up for her, for his child even if she was an adult now, and yet, here he was, safe and behind walls and barricades, while she was ⸻ had to be, god and gods and whatever was there to pray to, please let her be ⸻ somewhere out there. not knowing if she was safe, if she found his messages, if she would forgive him his failure ) " i heard there is some patching to do to the walls. where do you need me? " his voice was tried and growly, even when he tried to soften it out.

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⸻⸻ starter » 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕 ‚ 𝙴𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰 ( @sanguinemoralis )

⸻⸻⸻ he looked up for a moment, not stopping in washing his hands. he nodded his head slightly, eyes moving own again to his hands. " hello there, " he said, cutting the water off and moving to dry hands with clean towel. " anything i can help with? don't look like anythings broken, so - stitches? meds? or is this more social visit? "

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⸻⸻ starter » 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕 ‚ 𝙴𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰 ( @sanguinemoralis )

⸻⸻⸻ they chew quietly, looking down at the small chocolate bar they found way back. was it still good? who knows, not them. " hey, " they smiled up at her, after swallowing. " if you are not afraid of my cooties, i can share. " they waved the bar lightly.

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⸻⸻ starter » 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕 ‚ 𝙴𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰 ( @sanguinemoralis )

⸻⸻⸻ " okay, one, two, push! " will said, keeping the fucking thing steady, so they could fix a fragment of wall without the rest of it falling off. it wasn't perfect but a quick fix he will need to think of later, it was way too dark to do better job now. " well, guess that shit will do for now, " he added, quickly wiping his hands on jeans before looking at ekaterina. " what do you think? should will keep for the night. "

[healingxinxhell]

Jemma let out a quiet huff that might’ve been a laugh—tired, humorless, but real. “I don't think we get a say,” she muttered, eyes tracing the bruised clouds overhead like they might split open just to spite them.

She shifted her weight, flexing fingers around her weapon before glancing down each path, mind already running the calculus of cover, exposure, and likely threats. Then she looked at him again, eyes tired but steady.

“Right,” she said finally. “Left feels cursed.”

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⸻⸻⸻ he couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly at her muttering, head shaking a little to get the hair out of his eyes. " would be easier if we would. if there was a time some supernatural shit controling weather could show up, it is now, " he joked, eyes moving around to check their surrendings again. he waited for her choice, keeping his own lider-ish tendencies in check. sometimes, it was worth it to give someone the lead, even if everything in him screamed to get the situation under his control. " right it is, then " he nodded, moving soundlessly, hand on one of his knives. " would want to walk into curse right now, shit messed up enough. "

[medicsoftly]

merrin was still in her scrubs — half-buttoned, speckled with dried blood that wasn’t hers, and sleeveless now because she'd ripped one off to wrap darell’s side when the pressure bandage gave out in the transport. her hair was tied back in a lazy knot, and the deep bruise blooming across her jaw made her look like she'd walked through the same hell and just took better notes. she took a stand beside miguel without hesitation, her eyes dull but focused. natalia wouldn’t speak, darell still hadn’t stirred, and every corner of domus spei suddenly felt smaller, tighter, like the walls were learning to mourn again. she didn’t reach for the drink at first. she just stood there, shoulder brushing miguel’s. and then, without ceremony, she reached out and plucked the extra glass sitting lonesome on a shelf and poured herself a half. " not a sad drunk, " she said, voice soft, almost hoarse. " you’re a functional drunk. there’s a difference. " she raised her glass, clinked it gently against his. " for garrett, " she said first. a pause. then added, with more weight, " and for the ones who come back and have to keep going. " she drank — not fast, but with purpose. the kind of drink you take to dull the sharp edge of names that don't have voices anymore. she glanced sideways at miguel. “ you holding up? or just pretending better than me? ”

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⸻⸻⸻ all he could do was to give her a half hug ⸻ arm lifting to gently place it on her shoulders, fingers squeezing gently as he pulled her to his side for a moment before taking his hand away as merrin stood by his side, a show of support from fellow human being. they just spend a hellish time working side by side, so of course miguel recognized the look in her eyes. there is nothing more they can do for darell or natalia, it was all out of their hands, no matter how much they would try. he nodded silently at the toast, downing his drink, matching her pace. keep going was just all right, all that left to do. he snorted quietly, reaching to fill their glasses again. " do i look like i'm doing better? " he asked, lifting corner of his lips in small bitter smile. it wasn't the first hard shift he had ⸻ now or then ⸻ but fuck, it didn't get easier. " ... pretending, for sure. " he added, nodding to himself. for a moment, he just looked at the glass, fingers moving over the rim. " we did all we could. they are tough, they will beat it. " he wasn't sure who he wanted reassure of it ⸻ her or himself, or both. both, probably. survivor guilt, he thought, natalia's face flashing in his mind.

[voxistential]

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it was damn near nightfall when declan finally showed again, albeit on his front porch. the day's events weighed heavily on him, for a multitude of reasons — he's not sure how he could've prevented it, but just maybe... — and he always processed better alone than with company. the other person's appearance was not unwelcome, whether they were checking in or just passing by on the sidewalk. he was silent at first, expression thoughtful as he tried to find the right thing to say: 'how are you?' wasn't much of an option, given the latest happening and its effect on morale.

"if you're prowlin' around for a drink, you should know i don't keep any alcohol in the house." too risky to fall into, not enough reward. plus, he found solo drinking to be kind of sad. "if it's just a talk you want, i might be able to help. depends, really."

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⸻⸻⸻ that fucking brat , will thought, walking around with determination of person wronged. somebody ⸻ he very much knew who, they smirked at him when he asked ⸻ hid one of his knives right after he came back from that fucking trip, right into the mess that happened, so of course he now stumble around in dark looking for it. it was stupid and dangerous, but well, he kind of deserved it after running his mouth. but only a little. he was way too old of this petty shit, that's for sure. he startled a little hearing declan's voice, already on edge with everything going on, and now making a fucking stupid mistake of letting his guards down for a fucking minute. " sorry, man, " he said, reflexively coming closer. " i'm not looking for alcohol, don't you worry, no need for more mess, " he added, corner of lips lifting in a small smile. " nah, some little shit stolen my knife and hide it for shit and giggles, so here i am, walking around like an idiot. you saw anything? "

[voxistential]

wei was trying her best not to cough; it would be uncool to have such a strong, negative reaction to something so many were into. she'd heard people claiming to want to metaphorically kill for nicotine, especially at the beginning. "i wouldn't blame them for closing the doors for a bit..." she began uncertainly before looking over at them. "why? are you that anxious to actually go out there after what just happened?" wei was personally still in shock about it all, acknowledging but not fully processing that they'd just lost someone, and may lose another.

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⸻⸻⸻ they took another drag, before putting the cigarette and hiding it away again, preserving. min-jun hummed gently, looking away for a moment. they hated being trapped inside the walls, it made their skin itch ⸻ yeah, they knew not everybody got it, but they lived more outside than inside before the zombies, and now it made them... moody. " people need to eat, " they said simply, looking at wei and smiling a little. " there is too many of us to rely on what we have now, we should keep that up for winter when it will be harder to hunt. " they lifted their hands, stretching. "... yeah, i might just be a freak to not feel too good with being inside all the time, " they laughed lightly, hands falling down. "... um. how are you holding out? "

[nigtmar-deactivated20251116]

when they send people out it's always a risk of injury but this; the helicopter, the omega zombies, it was nothing they could've anticipated and still the council needed to with it, despite the terrible loss of life. "you never need to ask, my love." kai planted a kiss at the side of his husband's head before sitting down next to him. "we can be sad drunks together." he chuckled, today warranted it after all. kai sat down beside him, suddenly feeling the stress of the day leaving him just by having miguel next to him. "you okay?"

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⸻⸻⸻ miguel hummed quietly, eyes closing for a moment as instinctively lean into kai's touch. he opened they quickly, turning his head to look at the other man, a softer, more real smile lifted corners of his lips. there he was, the reason miguel was fighting again and again, instead of give up right at the start of this shit. he reached for kai's hand, squeezing it gently to feel the warmth ⸻ so different to... no, he will not think of it now. " i'm fine, " he said quietly, lifting their hands a little and placing a dry kiss on kai's skin. " better now that you are here, " he added, looking up with a more playful smirk, already moving to make kai's drink. " ... how about you, dear? "

[healingxinxhell]

it never got easier for jemma. no matter how long they’d been surviving like this, the brutal truth lingered—any day could be their last. death was always close, a shadow trailing every mission, every patrol. but knowing that didn’t soften the blow when it finally knocked on their door.

what haunted her more was the thought of harlan out there, not coming back. she had no idea how she’d survive that kind of loss—how much of herself she’d lose with him.

needing space to breathe, to quiet the storm in her head, she volunteered for perimeter duty. as she rounded a corner, her hand instinctively brushed the grip of her weapon—then relaxed when she spotted someone already there.

“looks like we’re on shift together,” she said, her voice low but steady.

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⸻⸻⸻ he should have know that something will fuck up. it was going too damn good, the walls giving false feeling of safety. but then again, will never really felt safe so fuck this shit anyway. he moved his head a little to look at — fuck, names are hard, um, jemma! — and noded once, sharp movement quickly smoothed by low and soft voice. " yeah, " he looked up at the sky, trying to soften his own posture ; he knew how he looked back in the days and now it wasn't better ⸻ the wildness was always here, and danger wrapped in sharp edges and cold eyes. it didn't work here too good, but helped outside. " i hope it will not rein, that would suck, " will shake his head lightly, before looking at her again. " so. left or right, which way you want us go now? "

[gcldbuckle]

'there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens - a time to be born and a time to die….' the words rolled through harlan’s mind, he could almost hear his father's voice, echoing off memories of pews and dust motes in late sunday morning light

thirty eight damn years. garett had only just begun wading into that uneasy path folks call early middle age, a stretch thick with half promised opportunities and slow brewing regrets. now there’s nothing left of him, reduced to the bruised absence and to the two fierce little lives who would forever carry his shadow. he had always thought he’d grown familiar with death, with the fight. grief still landed, same as the first time, and it left identical cracks inside his chest every single time. hazel eyes stayed locked on the weapons in front of him as footsteps tapped down the hallway

"if ya’re here to talk sweet bout the good ol’ days, don’t waste yer fuckin' breath. ain’t nothin’ back there worth diggin’ up today" harlan admitted, long fingers moved to the 9 mm’s, feeding rounds with mechanical clicks "i got work to do"

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⸻⸻⸻ they felt... weird. yes, the sadness for the lost life was there, but min-jun had an impression that they didn't feel it enough. anger, oh yes, they felt anger just the right amount though, burning deep in their chest. maybe that's why they were here, trying to sneak in and get a gun and... and then something. maybe walk outside the walls anyway, even if it wouldn't help at all. maybe because their memories of the world before were a black-and-white frames of screams and fights and cold, maybe because they grown up with weapon in their hands and one eye always open for danger. maybe maybe maybe... whatever. " if anybody here can 'talk sweet about good old days', it would be you, i think," they said, a trademark smirk ghosting on their lips, even if they were screaming in their head. damn it, they didn't see him in time to step away, to not get seen here, but that's... happens. " don't we all?" they added at his last words, moving to stand by his side, hand reaching for gun too. " hunt or patrol? "

[healingxinxhell]

the weight of reality hit jemma hard. This was their life—she knew it all too well. every time the hunters marched out with the militia, there was a chance they wouldn’t come back. her thoughts circled, again and again, to one terrifying possibility - what if it had been harlan who didn’t return through those gates? The chaos she would have unleashed...

she was so deep in that thought, lost in a storm of emotion, that she hadn’t even noticed her boss standing beside her. “i won’t say no,” she said quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “but you’ll have to make sure i get home.”

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⸻⸻⸻ he smiled, a small lifting of corner of mouth, reaching for clean glass to share drink with her. " don't worry, i always make sure my drinking partner is at the end safe in their own home, " he said, pouring the alcohol into glass. " we might be loud or something while getting there, but we will get there. " not that he planned on... well, that was a lie, miguel did planned to get hammered. it remind him of working at hospital, after some really bad case, when all he wanted to do was going home and get fucking numb. but it also taught him how to bottle everything inside till it was a time to let go ⸻ like now, when it the worst was all over. "... you good? " he asked gently, slowly moving the glass in her direction.

[ofemeralds]

javon had heard about the news. Of course, he has, being a hunter after all. he didn't necessarily agree to any of it. though no one was going to listen to him anyways. "you know, i used to make liquor for a living-- well, wine pre all of this shit world and what not. i used to crush grapes between my feet. we did dabble into the rye whiskeys for a while it got too expensive," he says as he sits down next to Miguel at the bar staring at the glass in front of him that was empty. he had felt the. "this is a good whiskey though, maker's mark is top tier, so i guess i'll join you this once. can't let anyone be a sad drunk, can we?" he pours the dark liquid from the bottle into the rustic glass.

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⸻⸻⸻ he titled his head, listening and lazy moving his glass, watching the liquid moving inside. " maybe you could teach somebody, we could always use some more wine, " he said in light tone, too light for what was inside his head. lifting the glass to his lips again, he took another sip, the burn exactly what he needed. maybe. " of course not, i thank you for the ⸻ " sacrifice, the word died on the tip of his tongue. with a shake of his head, he corrected himself smoothly. " company. always good to be in yours. " his lips smiled, even if his eyes didn't ⸻ but he kept it together, another taste of the alcohol washing away the bitterness of his thoughts. " .. we should have karaoke here. that would be fun. "

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⸻⸻⸻ starter » open. ( tw: alcohol )

⸻⸻⸻ miguel drank his first drink like a shot, putting the glass down and immediately filling it again. what a day, week, year. he would love to just go home, cuddle to his husband and well, forget the whole mess. darell's unmoving body, lying on the bed, chest barely moving with each breath flashed in his mind again, and miguel scowled lightly before taking another sip, slower this time. he looked to the side, making eye-contact with the other and lifted his glass. " wanna join me? " he asked, smiling just a little. distraction, that what it all was. " c'mon, don't let me become a sad drunk here. "

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⸻⸻⸻ starter » open.

⸻⸻⸻ they took a deep breath, an almost finished cigarette filling their lungs with smoke. they were working on this pack for the past five months, trying to be subtle but it didn't work much. there was so many things that could kill them in this world, a little smoke break wouldn't hurt much, right? " so... " they said to the closest person. " you think they will let us out or it's closed season now? "

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» ⸻ 𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝙾𝚁 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

group leader or follower | long - ranged weapons or melee weapons | pre - apocalypse life or post - apocalypse life | stay alone or stay with a group | find shelter in the countryside or find shelter in a city | canned food or bottled water | radio or walkie - talkies | get captured or watch someone else get captured | carry too much or carry too little | use a car to travel or walk everywhere | trusting of strangers or skeptical of strangers | be killed at the beginning or have to live through it | endure a natural apocalypse or one started by humans | know about the virus origins or be in the dark | share supplies and risk running out or hoard supplies and be alone | leave an injured person behind or endanger yourself by helping tend to their wounds | spend the rest of your life looking for someone you love or watch them perish | witness the apocalypse outbreak or only know the post apocalyptic world | fight for your life or stay safe behind community walls

you’ve been bit ! do you : hide it or tell the group you’re with or try to amputate it one of your loved ones has been bit ! do you : kill them or run away you find a young child on their own, do you : take them with you or pretend you didn’t see them while scavenging, do you : only take the essentials or grab a few luxury items you just witnessed someone kill your loved one, do you : hunt them down and seek revenge or continue on without them you've come across a group of survivors in your travels, do you : approach them for help or attack them and steal their supplies or hide from them

group leader or follower | long - ranged weapons or melee weapons | pre - apocalypse life or post - apocalypse life | stay alone or stay with a group | find shelter in the countryside or find shelter in a city | canned food or bottled water | radio or walkie - talkies | get captured or watch someone else get captured | carry too much or carry too little | use a car to travel or walk everywhere | trusting of strangers or skeptical of strangers | be killed at the beginning or have to live through it | endure a natural apocalypse or one started by humans | know about the virus origins or be in the dark | share supplies and risk running out or hoard supplies and be alone | leave an injured person behind or endanger yourself by helping tend to their wounds | spend the rest of your life looking for someone you love or watch them perish | witness the apocalypse outbreak or only know the post apocalyptic world | fight for your life or stay safe behind community walls

you’ve been bit ! do you : hide it or tell the group you’re with or try to amputate it one of your loved ones has been bit ! do you : kill them or run away you find a young child on their own, do you : take them with you or pretend you didn’t see them while scavenging, do you : only take the essentials or grab a few luxury items you just witnessed someone kill your loved one, do you : hunt them down and seek revenge or continue on without them you've come across a group of survivors in your travels, do you : approach them for help or attack them and steal their supplies or hide from them

group leader or follower | long - ranged weapons or melee weapons | pre - apocalypse life or post - apocalypse life | stay alone or stay with a group | find shelter in the countryside or find shelter in a city | canned food or bottled water | radio or walkie - talkies | get captured or watch someone else get captured | carry too much or carry too little | use a car to travel or walk everywhere | trusting of strangers or skeptical of strangers | be killed at the beginning or have to live through it | endure a natural apocalypse or one started by humans | know about the virus origins or be in the dark | share supplies and risk running out or hoard supplies and be alone | leave an injured person behind or endanger yourself by helping tend to their wounds | spend the rest of your life looking for someone you love or watch them perish | witness the apocalypse outbreak or only know the post apocalyptic world | fight for your life or stay safe behind community walls

you’ve been bit ! do you : hide it or tell the group you’re with or try to amputate it one of your loved ones has been bit ! do you : kill them or run away you find a young child on their own, do you : take them with you or pretend you didn’t see them while scavenging, do you : only take the essentials or grab a few luxury items you just witnessed someone kill your loved one, do you : hunt them down and seek revenge or continue on without them you've come across a group of survivors in your travels, do you : approach them for help or attack them and steal their supplies or hide from them