#twd verse

She had also observed the group with the eye of a gossiper, noticing some relationships were more tense than others, that some people were unraveling and others finding love; lately, Shane was not as present with the group, from what she could tell he used to be close to Rick but wasn't anymore, and seeing how much of an outsider he was starting to be had made Hannah feel a little closer to him. She had sat next to him during meals, and quietly helped him pick firewood, especially since she was out of her depth with regular chores. And when he went to investigate one of the nearby abandoned shacks for supplies, she sneaked after him to make sure he'd have backup, because the others were busy. Which was why she was there to see him get crowded by Walkers and did what she thought any reasonable person would do, when aware a bite couldn't turn her: she charged and threw her whole body into them like a bowling ball.

It worked perfectly well, Walkers didn't have resistance against a fast, big object thrown against them, and since she wasn't particularly afraid of them she had the presence of mind of rolling off them and stomping on their heads, the standing ones left to Shane.

Okay, so, that wasn't how she had planned things to go. "You okay?" she asked as nonchalatantly as humanly possible, intensely aware that she had no authority there and deciding that her only option was to pretend she had some confidence. "It's dangerous to go alone, I'll come with you to the shack. Let's." And with that, she turned around with all intentions of leading, rubbing the arm that she had fallen onto.

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them (from Shane to Andrea)

How long would she need to stay awake. It had been three, maybe four but she knew that counting wasn't going to make it any easier. She stood holding the new rifle that they'd found but she still wasn't secure in how to use it. Andrea worked out the sniper rifle and was almost a crack shot but now, Shane was insisting she learn how to use it just in case in an emergency it wouldn't hold her back.

She swiveled it around to her back as she saw Shane on the path towards her. Andrea sighed and picked up her things giving Michonne a smile as she walked off to greet him.

"Baby, I've been on watch for days and I feel like my body is going to give out. Do you really think this is a good time to learn how to use a weapon?"

FEAR THE WALKING DEAD  ⇢ 2x05 | CAPTIVE

ENEMIES TO LOVERS,  LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

@wrathfulmercy​ said: “ why didn’t you kill me?  when you had the chance?  ”

She can hear them outside, their restless shuffling and exhausted, hollow sounding moans. Normally it would cause her unease, perhaps even panic, but resting, lying naked in Rick’s arms, she only feels safe – no one knows they are here; in this abandoned, dilapidated old cabin, not even the dead, it seems.

Shifting closer, Adelia’s fingers swirl soft shapes in Rick’s chest hair as she watches silver slivers on moonlight shift across his skin. These moments together are so rare, so forbidden that she wants to drink them in with her eyes completely, to commit them to memory in a way that means they will never fade, no matter how long they may be apart. Already she is thinking about the fact the sun will rise soon, and when it does, she will need to return to the Sanctuary, and Rick, back to Alexandria.

His question is an unexpected one and as her gaze gently rises to meet his own, she can’t help but wonder what prompted it; the thought of that awful night in the woods; the night they first met.

“You were too…human.” She admits shyly, her fingertips tangling in her own hair before moving to briefly graze his lips; lips that blush pink, that rosy hue visible even in the dark. “Not simply alive…I mean, your humanity Rick, it shines through you, in everything you do.”

Plotted starter for @unheald

Rick noticed that something was off right away. While everyone else stayed together after the meeting Rosita was the first to leave and her cold stare didn’t change for just a second. The leader knew how hate looked like cause he felt it often before himself even if he tried to avoid to look in the mirror when he felt like just wrath was left.

Rosita was a smart woman, a tough lady who knew how to fight and who would never back down to anyone and after her ex got killed right in front of her eyes, Rick understood why she just couldn’t let go. How would he feel in her place? Sometimes he even blamed himself for not losing as much as Maggie and her did that night. The pain he felt when Lori died was something he never forgot and which still haunted him in his dreams what turnt him into an insomniac and paranoid about closer relationships. But he also remembered how Carl looked at him full of fear cause his father just wasn’t the same anymore and that was something Rick didn’t want to see in Rosita.

Waiting for the sun to set he stared at the gates from his living room and as he noticed a figure in the dark approaching them, he knew it must be her. He didn’t want to stop her right away and secretly followed her path into the woods until she was distracted enough by a walker so he could get closer and was sure this wasn’t just to clear her mind. No, her mind already seemed clear to her and probably made a decision it was hard to stop her from.

The next roamer was approaching them from another side and just as Rosita turnt around she looked at Rick who killed it with his axe into its head. Without a word he just shook the blood off and put his weapon back to his belt. “Little late for a walk, don’t you think?”

It was obvious that she was planning something with that rifle hidden in her bag and Rick sighed as he stepped closer, gesturing with his hand at her big weapon. “Shouldn’t we talk about this? I thought you were in when we talked about our plans, at least I didn’t here you contradict. So please, if you’re planning something on your own, forget for just a second about what your urge for revenge tells you and think about the consequences.” If she would fail to kill Negan like she probably planned to, their whole cover to behave so they could plan secretly everything behind his back would fail and she had to remember that.

With their temporary shelter secured from the hoard outside, all that was left to do was simply wait for them to pass.

@twiicetheheart​

Joel didn't like working with new people. Well, in all fairness, this Michelle Morris wasn't exactly new. He'd seen her around Alexandria on a few occasions, in this strange sort of passing knowing; she seemed harmless enough, begging the question of how she'd survived this far into the apocalypse.

Then again, Joel liked to believe the walkers were a little kinder in this neck of the woods. Where he'd come from, they were faster, much more angry, far as he was concerned, these people had it easy. The whole deal seemed easier than he'd come used to. Perhaps that was a blessing but some of it felt uneasy, like something could go wrong at any moment.

Nonetheless, being around people now, having some semblance of a home and normalcy, it was strangely refreshing. But it all felt surreal and uncertain-- so of course Joel was one of the first to always pony up for patrols. Walkers would always be a problem and keeping himself busy by dealing with them kept Joel, oddly enough, sane.

But being assigned with someone new to the patrols? He wasn't a big fan of that. Or a big fan of going on patrol with anyone for that matter. Not that he had a choice.

As he came up to the porch of Michelle's place (wasn't she also with that one doctor?), he brought his hand up to the door-- but stopped. Hesitated. His lips tightly pursed, he shifted from one side to another, hand falling to his side once more.