i know

❝Hey—-you want to learn how to actually shoot that thing? Y’know,❞ he paused to tap two fingers against his temple, right below where she had grazed him. 

       Her shot on the other hand -- well, one only needed to look at Daryl to see how bad a shot she is. Leaning against the trunk of a tree, she shifted against the bark and looked up, eyes squinting from the sun as she scanned the field, before she looked up at Daryl, rolling her eyes. She'd already apologised for that -- but apparently he wasn't going to let that one go for some time.

               "Yeah, yeah -- M'not apologising again y'know." She drawled, looking down as she clicked the barrel of her gun back in place, and looked back up. "But since you're offering -- that's probably not a bad idea." Pushing up with the help of the tree behind her, she cocked her head to the side. "I didn't know you had that many left."

               "Yeah -- but I already checked. Nothing."

                              [ How does ammo just up and disappear? Rick's gonna kill her. ]

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

                Great.

                                      Just -- great.

    Andrea looked up, her throat red raw and seemingly on fire. This flu -- whatever it was --, was terrible. She felt worse than ever, and at a time like this, that is not a good thing at all. She almost thought she was hallucinating. For all she knew, she was talking to thin air and that's what brought the Walkers to her front door. She had barely heard the girl speak, her head pounding with a headache she hadn't been able to get rid of for days now. But she could still see -- somewhat. 

                 And she blinked. No, no she was just seeing things. Fangs? Veins? Did the blonde chick just growl? She tried to scuffle back, her grip on the bar slipped and it fell to the ground with a echoing clang. "W-What the fuck -- What are you?" 

   Andrea watched with widening eyes, as the girl -- no, the thing stalked towards her, blood seeping from her wrist as it was outstretched towards her. "Hey, back the fuck off! What are you --" Her words were muffled as her head was grasped and she tried to struggle. She was too weak, but she was not someone to give up. She'd survived this long -- she'd die fighting if she had too. "Get -- m'off ov' --" Muffled words once again, but at least she could hear what she was saying. 

                    Help? How was this helping her? She glanced to the door, the heavy metal groaning with pressure from the Walkers attempting to get in. What did the bitch want her to do? Drink her blood? Her brow furrowed with confusion. What were her options? Indulge the psycho in her weird vampire fetish, or face a bunch of Walkers with nothing but a rusty crowbar and a sneeze?

           Andrea wasn't an idiot. Cautiously parting her lips, she grimaced as that coppery taste of blood touched her tongue -- and then she stopped. She paused, as if it tasted -- good? Blue eyes lifted to meet near black ones before she opened her jaw and drank hungrily. Already, she felt better. The weak feeling she'd had for weeks seeming to disappear and instead -- she felt strong.

ｔｈｅｙｏｕｎｇｓｉｒ＇ｓ giveaway  issue #2: yᴀ’ʟʟ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴩʀɪѕᴏɴ 

  Right now, here we go again. I just, I’m at a loss for words. I’ll have been here two months on the fifteenth of this month. Two months, and just the acceptance and community I’ve found…it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I just, so many friends, so many laughs. You guys have honestly been fucking amazing, and rather down trod and focus on why I don’t deserve it, I’ll just say. Thank you.

  Now, I really want to actually you know, giveaway stuff this time. There will be a special clause for the people of the last one ( I just…never got to doing the stuff and thangs so they’ll be getting like a secret surprise I haven’t decided on yet!!! )

    AS FOR THIS GIVEAWAY I’LL BE SWITCHING IT UP. again. ha.

  Instead of having you come to me with what you want, I’m just basically going to make you all a graphic.

Everyone who reblogs this, if you’re following me will get a url inspired graphic. There will be several types, lemme know if you want a specific one otherwise I’ll be deciding that and it’ll be a surprise!!!

                                                   Types:

inspired url / character / song / word / etc ( you can specify!!! )

two-set

four-set

ship-set ( your character and another )

gif-set ( these will be rare i’ll probably do like..ten, at the most, depends on how many notes this gets ) 

Of course, she was the stronger one. Natural selection would naturally rule those things out, if she remained in one place; she could get rid of them all in one city, but what was the point if there was no one to share it with? Alas, she thought she was alone before… now… well, it was a different kind of alone altogether.

—And now, it just got a whole lot worse.

Peter was truly an idiot, and part of her was glad to be rid of him, but God Almighty, who was going to be her human blood bag, now?! 

When she arrived at the scene, she grabbed two of those things who were eating her meal by their necks and tossed them as if they weighted nothing against a metal door, hearing the ridiculously loud noise it made; there were others coming, and Peter had bled out… soon he’d be waking up. Fantastic. Just, bloody fantastic.]

You wankers. YOU SELFISH FUCKIN’ WANKERS. [By now, she was used to talking to these things— mainly swearing at them. Her heels touched Peter’s torn torso, a distasteful expression now on her beautiful face. Such a waste…]

[What could she do? Move on and find someone else; but then… oh, that was why they were around here, anyway. Peter was lured towards the garage door, thinking it’d be safe to hide there from her, and the things were… well, they were waiting for whomever was hiding there already to come out. 

Rebekah was by the door in a second, and it was easy enough to pull it open and step inside; only she was greeted by this mess of a woman, who reeked of a really bad cold, and who really needed a shower. Scrunching up her nose at the crow bar, and her, she pushed the metal back together, closing the door as if it were a piece of scrunched up paper.]

Who’re you? 

    She glanced at the other blonde, brow furrowed as she stepped back cautiously. Her hand tightened on the crow bar, as if it could possibly protect her from someone who obviously was much stronger. God, she must have been living large. Probably just ate too. Andrea hadn't eaten in four days. Anything Michonne fed her -- what little it was -- simply came back up again.

        She frowned as the other spoke, redirecting her question back at her and Andrea contemplated the merits of answering. "I asked first." She pressed, her tilting to the side as instincts told her to back away. She paused, stilling as a wave of dizziness overcame her, and she nearly stumbled back, falling to the ground. But Andrea was stronger than that, she breathed in deeply, well used to the smell of rotten food and bad hygiene -- it's not like she had the resources nor the time for a shower. But she needed to breathe. She hadn't had fresh air in days, but this would have to do. "Lucky for you I'm neither." She muttered, shaking her head as the bar lowered.

            If she was going to die, she'd rather it be by another survivor than a Walker.

 She considered letting go, talking simply for the sake of talking but -- there was no real point in that. And she doubted the girl cared, she didn't look like she did. "M'sick." Andrea mumbled, her gaze once again drawn to the door as another slam reverberated through the small room.

     Overcast; crisp air - it was a typical autumn morning. Birds sung sweet melodies of fatality as the older Grimes ambled up and down the watch tower, rifle in hand as hues grazed over the prison grounds. Perhaps it was due to being alone, but despite the faint groans below, the male felt strangely at ease. 

     He reached the edge of the railings, hues squinting as he peered over the grounds at a different angle. Bodies of the dead shuffled, the array of trees swayed— a movement. 

     Eyes softened quickly, head turned in the direction of the shift within the trees. Rick positioned his rifle, looking through the scope to get a better look. A faint figure; blonde; trying to get his attention somehow.

                            —Andrea. 

    He pulled back from the scope, a look of slight confusion washing over countenance. Was it really her? He took another look, focusing on the waving figure betwixt the trees. 

                   It was her. 

    An array of questions clouded his mind: Why was she back? Was she alright? Whatever was the matter, it would have to wait. He needed to get her within the prison fences. 

             He saw her --

                          -- he saw her. 

   She hesitated for a moment, a split second where apprehension seemed to storm through her, and she released a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. He wasn't going to shoot her -- he was trying to help her. Speaking of, her gaze fell from the watch tower to the Walkers, drawn in by the shot and finally noticing her presence. Shit, shit, shit -- she could only hope that Rick had her back, and enough ammo, to get her through the crowd and in to the Prison. She'd have to get to the first gate, and then through the fields and to the second.

                                               She could do this --

                   -- on her own or with Rick backing her up. Either way --

                                  -- she didn't have much of a choice.

   Knife in hand, she spared barely a second to lift her gaze back to Rick, before she ran. Walkers grabbed at her, missing by inches. If she only had her gun, or hell -- and axe would be great right now. But all she had was herself, a knife, and Rick.

  He saw Andrea by a wall and shook his head, 'No.' He mouthed in return, and tried to scan the horizon better. He didn’t like it, not one bit, and his dad had to be out there somewhere as well. Then he saw a sign not all too good, the sound the car was making was drawing them in. He only saw two, but further down the road there were more.

  ‘Walkers.’ He pointed down the street, eyes wide trying to convey his message. Then all at once, he heard a moaning behind him, a shuffling over broken tiles. He saw the Walker luckily before it came too close. Should he shoot it? He should, but then again the Walkers drawn by the alarm would just be drawn by the shot. He decided to run for it.

      Biting her lips, she glanced over her shoulder briefly, just briefly, for barely a second -- before turning back and startling. A Walker, right behind Carl. Shit. She moved to stand, watching with apprehension as Carl seemed to be caught between -- something. 'Run Carl, just run.' And he did.

  Releasing a breath in relief, she flicked her gaze over to the Walkers advancing down the street. He wouldn't make it, he wouldn't make it. Holstering her gun, she tugged a knife from her belt and stood, running towards Carl and meeting him half way. "We gotta find Rick." She mumbled nearly incoherently, slipping around Carl and pushing gently against his back. "Run!" Turning at the last minute, the Walker that had snuck up behind Carl in the doorway reaching out towards the both of them, she yelped, swearing loudly as her arm swung out and the knife embedded in the Walker's temple. "Come on! Go!" She turned, urging Carl to run. She had to get him back to Rick, before any more showed up. 

She ran a shaky hand through her blonde locks, yanking on it out of the frustration building up inside of her. Just as things seemed to be getting better, they only proved to get worse. Her eyes traveled around the room, witnessing the chaos as everyone around her broke out into hysterics. They attempted various methods to try and break down the steel door but it just wasn’t budging. 

Victoria watched as the timer counted down, each second making her heart rate speed up, her hearing drowned out by the sound of the blood rushing through her head.

But the female was brought back to reality when the doors opened up and everyone rushed to pile through it. Her eyes darted to the countdown, noticing they had less than five minutes to get out of there alive. Victoria began running too but came to a sudden halt when she heard Andrea’s voice. She knew why she wanted to stay, because she had lost Amy and felt as though she had nothing left to live for. But there was no way in hell she was going to let Andrea do this to herself.

The younger blonde’s footsteps turned towards Andrea before she crouched down and grabbed her hand.

"What do you mean you’re staying? You can’t stay here, we have to go. Now!" }

                  At this point, she'd rather blow up.

    At least it would be quick, painless.

 She jerked her hand from Victoria's as her gaze lifted to meet the other's. Lips thinned and jaw clenched, she shook her head. "I'm not going." She pressed. If she hadn't been leaning against something, and she hadn't been sitting, she would have backed away. Dale lingered in the corner of her eyes, torn between fleeing to safety and waiting for the two of them. She shook her head, breaking eye contact as she stared at Victoria dully. 

      "What's the point? As soon as we get out there, we're Walker chow. And even if we get away, we're still going to be their dinner. It's only a matter of time and I'm sorry, but I don't want to end up like --" She paused. 

             God, she couldn't even say her name without choking up. Her sister, dead. Andrea refused to become what she had, to suffer as she did. Maybe it's was cowardice, but that was her choice to make. Shaking her head once more, she looked away. "Get out Victoria, catch up with the others."

     She, at least, should live. Andrea wasn't going to take her life, like she had taken Amy's. "Go."

  Reaching up to pat the top of a shelf he couldn’t properly reach, he hoped to at least find something even if it was a cardboard box. Though he was startled all too soon by the alarm of a car going off close by. Crouching quickly, he moved over to the store’s front door, trying to scan for Walkers…or people. Someone could be trying to hotwire the car. ]

   Stepping forward tentatively, gun by her side and hand hovering over the weapon just in case, Andrea swore. She was supposed to be keeping an eye on him. She turned her back, thinking maybe he'd gone inside, when the alarm pierced the air. Reacting on instinct, she dropped to the ground, crouching behind one car as another rang the dinner bell for any wandering Walkers. "Shit." Licking her lips, she stood slowly, bent over so she still, at least, remained hidden from sight. Looking through the window of the car she hid behind, she scanned the street and cringed as she saw Carl, finally. She waited for him to see her, not wanting call out in case there were Walkers already nearby. Raising her hand, she flicked her wrist to catch his attention, mouthing words that she hoped he understood. 'Stay there - Can you see anything?' Her sight was blocked by the car and the wall behind her, but maybe he could see what was going on.