Oh I am NOT a happy camper right now.

quinn-grimes:

It’s not your job to shove guns in peoples faces Jake, you know you could have handled it better…

As for the limp, it doesn’t matter. Why do you care anyway? Thought you didn’t want to be friends. And if you’re not my friend, you don’t get a full fucking access pass to what happens in my life.

It’s my job as watch to make sure no harm comes to da camp. See an armed man walkin’ towards said camp, wasn’t ‘bout to let him get too far. Ya just yellin’ at me ‘cause it was ya brother.

Ya know what fine, don’ care ‘bout ya stupid leg, or what happened to it. Never said I didn’ want to be ya friend, just said it was a bad idea. Even if we ain’ friends, if someone’s hurt in da camp, it’s good fact for me to know. In case ya need help or somethin’.

Never mind, are ya done yellin’ at me?

Oh I am NOT a happy camper right now.

quinn-grimes:

DON’T TRY AND CHANGE THE SUBJECT. JACOB YOU DON’T JUST GO AROUND SHOVING GUNS IN PEOPLES FACES BEFORE YOU KNOW WHO THEY ARE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU… LEAST OF MY ALL FUCKING BROTHER.

HOL’ UP DARE, DON’ GO YELLING AT ME FOR DOIN’ MY JOB. Besides dat, he was yards away from the gun, so it wasn’ in his face. If ya gonna grill me, answer my question.

Oh I am NOT a happy camper right now.

quinn-grimes:

… Are you serious… ARE YOU SERIOUS? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING JACOB!?

What in the hell am I bein’ yelled at for? I was just doin’ my job, Quinn.

                 Why are ya limpin’?

The Others

rickgrimeslockedandloaded:

The summer sun that hung high over Georgia beat down on my body. I was burning up, but I was glad to at least have my hat back. The roads were too dangerous to travel so I stuck to wandering the woods. My gun was tucked in my belt and my fingers never strayed far from it. So many things pulsed through my mind. “Where was Lori and Carl? Had Shane made it out? Was my sister alive?”

As though I had received an answer to my thoughts, I heard the low clatter of pans and a couple of voices. My hearts pace quickened in anticipation and I picked up my pace. When the trees began to thin out a bit, I saw that a camp had been set up and several cars were parked near one another. 

I’d been sitting on that stupid RV all god damn day, and that fucking umbrella wasn’t doing shit when it came to keeping me cool. Sure, maybe I wouldn’t have a sunburn. But this heat was deadly. Still, I sat there in my gear like always, eyes shifting this way and that, looking for any signs of life, or lack thereof. Most days it was always anticlimactic, only thing to set off my worry was Daryl when he came back from a walkabout. Which is what I’d been expecting when I saw a person enter my view from the woods; boy was I fucking surprised to see I was dead wrong.

Instantly I had my rifle tucked up against my shoulder, the butt of it pressing hard into the muscle and bone as glared down the sights at the man I’d never seen before. The uniform threw me off at first. “What da fuck…” what was a Sheriff doing out here? My first instinct was he’d just found the clothes, used it to make people trust him. Kinda like what happened when the group found me in my fatigues. Something about looking like you should be one of the good guys, made people assume they could trust you.

Taking a step forward, I’d yell out an order to him, which would also alert others to the fact that we had an intruder. “Stop right dare, da’s far enough, ‘ands where I can see them.” My finger itched along the trigger, just begging to feel the nearly imperceptible tension it gave when I pulled it; the red mist result after the fact. “Ya got weapons, best not try for ‘em. Drop ya ‘fore ya can blink.”

(Source: )

` just another day

deadgalwalking:

It was strange, feeling so at peace. So strange that Addison almost felt guilty about it, even as she slept sound and dreamless. And that was good because sometimes the walkers even got to her in her sleep. How the hell was that fair? How the hell was any of it fair? Sometimes she wondered what they’d all done to deserve the apocalypse. Were they really that despicable? Jacob wasn’t. Least, he didn’t seem to be. He was doing her a favor and she was beyond grateful because who was she kidding? One more night without sleep and she’d more than likely be a goner. She’d doze off and get her limbs torn from her. Or she’d just be too weak and with her luck, she’d run into a herd. She wouldn’t die like that. She wouldn’t die at the mercy of those things. No. If Addison was going to go, it wouldn’t be like that.

It sucked to be surprised when you woke up the next morning, but she was. She was surprised she’d lived to see another goddamn day. She always was, of course. Jacob was there, just like he said he’d be. That, too, was surprising. He could have easily left her during the night… stolen supplies. But he’d given her his word and he was true to it. Under the circumstances… promises didn’t really seem to matter anymore. She’d grown to simply brush them off. She’d stopped making them herself. Now, she wondered if she should reconsider. Being alone most of the time didn’t help her beliefs much. Alone did a lot of things to a person, but it certainly didn’t give them hope or anything to believe in.

“Mornin,” Addison finally muttered, voice hoarse with sleep. She rubbed her eyes to alertness and sat up with a groan.

Sometime in the early morning the fire had died, what wood the girl had gathered before now had ran out, and Jake hadn’t wanted to shift from the spot he’d ended up as close to comfortable in. The chill in the air had soaked into his bones and left him aching. Still he didn’t move, the longer he held a spot, the easier it was for him not to, which was both good, and bad. If a walker showed up now, his reaction time would be a lot slower than if he’d been up and moving through the night like normal. When he heard a noise, his eyes popped open, shooting across to the tree line. Just a rabbit, too bad I didn’t have a snare set up. Lil bastard. Keep on keepin’ on, Bugs. We’ll meet again. Returning his eyes to the smoldering coals, Jacob eyed the sleeping girl. He could imagine what she’d been through, having to stay up days on end for worry of walkers sneaking up on you, or worse yet, another human. Sure as hell didn’t envy the poor thing her lifestyle. He’d been lucky to find the group, even if he didn’t really fit in with them well, it was better than being alone; most days anyway.

Jake knew the girl had been awake by the shift in her breathing, where it was steady and deep before, it’d changed to something shallower now, like she was afraid to even breathe for fear someone or something would hear her. That’s when he felt it, deeper than before. A pang of sympathy for the woman stuck wandering this harsh fucking world alone. He waited for her to shift, get her bearings and actually address him first. “Mornin’,” the response was a sharp one, habit from years of practice keeping people at arm’s length. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Jacob shifted in place, and he could feel his aching bones scream out, muscles tight and knotted from lack of use. Reaching for his pack, he pulled his canteen free, tossing it as gently as he could towards her. “Only half-full, but it’s clean.” Least he could do after sounding so cold.

Even Bad Wolves Can be Good.

quinn-grimes:

It was hard to do but Quinn managed to swallow the sadness that was creeping up her throat. She pushed it back down and bottled it up, just like she had been, just like she’d keep doing. She hadn’t cried since Shane had told her that Rick had been killed, and she didn’t intend on letting the waterworks go now, especially now of all times. Walking in the woods with fucking Jacob who disliked everyone - clearly she was no exception to his hatred. “Yeah, well sorry still.” she grunted, feeling as if he just wanted her to shut up. So that’s what she did, not a single fucking word would be uttered unless he said something first, which honestly she doubted he’d even do. The man wasn’t a conversationalist, this was obvious. 

Pretty soon he’d kicked ahead of her, she didn’t care. Quinn kept hot on his heels, staring at his back the entire him. When his fist shot up she could have burst out laughing, he was just like Shane. Instead she crept closer as quietly as humanly possible, managing to do a rather good job. The young Grimes girl eyed the scene, looking for what he’d spotted - a deer, lovely. The crossbow on her back was the next topic of discussion. And if she could use it or not; she almost spit out ‘no it’s just there for decoration’ - which, was half true, but the buck was standing still which made her chances of actually killing the thing a whole lot better. 

Rather quickly she tugged the thing off her back and was lining it up. She tried to remember everything her brother said, which only made those tears start to well again. With a deep breath she tapped the release, letting the arrow whiz through the air. She watched the yellow bit speed past the clearing and collide with the large creatures body; somewhere on the neck? Hopefully. She’d actually be a little embarrassed if she missed… Jacob would probably throw his hands up and be all demeaning, after shooting it. She could just hear it now… 

As soon as the animal started to panic she knew she hit it, the red dripping down it’s hide didn’t hurt her conclusion either. It staggered around for a little before toppling over. Quinn was the first to jump out of the tree line and dart toward the still breathing creature. Holding the crossbow still in her hands she eyed the poor thing, it was gasping for air, gurgling on it’s own blood. The second arrow finished the job - sure she could have let it bleed to death but she wasn’t a fucking savage. Silently she collected the arrows and looked over to Jacob with a rather smug grin. A silent ‘take that, asshole’. 

It was a surprise to Jacob when for the first time the girl behind him managed to move soundlessly to his side. If he hadn’t been so focused on the deer fixed down the end of his sights, the man might have let his eyes wander to Quinn. Instead he’d keep the gun trained on the animal, ready to take the shot if she wasn’t actually capable of doing so. He half expected some kind of smartass comment from her but nothing came. Just the quiet rustle of her clothing as she removed the weapon from her shoulder, briefly he’d sneak a peek out of the corner of his eye as she prepped the crossbow, returning to the view in his scope just before she’d let loose her first shot.

Just as surprised as before, Jake watched as the shot met the buck’s neck, lodging rather deep into the flesh. Not the best aim, but it would do the trick for the most part. Any other time he’d have shot the poor thing through the heart to end its suffering then and there, but just like before wasting the bullet and risking the attention of walkers kept his trigger finger in check. Even when the creature tried to dash off in a panic once it’d been hit. However, it was Quinn when spring out after the creature that made the man lose his composure; instantly he was hot on her heels, knowing full well that a hurt and struggling animal could do just as much damage if not more than one in full health. Was just a fact when something was dying, was either pitiful, or the most dangerous thing you’d ever meet in your life.

He’d just managed to catch her up when she let loose another arrow, finishing the beast off. It was clear she’d shot it clean through, the already thick pool of blood from the wound on its neck an indication as to why it’d not ran very far, that and what looked like a broken back leg. Must’ve done that in the panic of its getaway. Either way, the girl earned points for finishing the job before the poor thing suffered even more. That admiration she garnered instantly washing away when she shot him that glance. So she thought she was some tough little thing now that she shot a deer. “Suppos’ to aim for da heart,” those words were muttered as he leaned down over the kill, not even bothering to look at her as he made the comment.

Leaning down, he swung the rifle back, letting it hang off his shoulder as his hand reached for the knife that rested at his back. In one swift motion he rolled the sharp edge along the animal’s throat, allowing what was left of its blood to flow freely. Already his mind was trying to figure out how they were going to get this back to camp. Wasn’t the largest buck by a long shot, but it was still at least a hundred pounds that he’d have to carry, which wasn’t exactly something he was happy about. But it had to be done, and Quinn sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to do it. Looking up to her, he’d bark an order, “Get me a branch or stick two feet longer than dis thin’s body.”

… what was that?

deadgalwalking:

[ within minutes, Addison is out like a light, curled up tight by the fire with her blanket; she doesn’t really feel safe, but close enough to allow her a restful, dreamless sleep ‘cause God knows she needs one; she’ll have to repay him some time for this- it’s probably keeping her alive another day ]

[ he’d hardly move through the night, mostly because he didn’t want to make a sound and startle the girl awake. if she’d been used to looking out for herself this long, anything could set her off, and he knew better than anyone what lack of sleep could do to a person. instead he watched the fire slowly burn, feeding it once in a while to keep them both warm. his mind lost on other things; other people ]

99 Problems - Hugo

Sinister Kid - The Black keys

… what was that?

deadgalwalking:

[ maybe people weren’t so bad after all; nah, after all, he was just one guy doing a nice thing- he didn’t make up for humans as a whole; she settles down on the ground and pulls the blanket up to her chin, chest heaving with a sigh because fuck, it feels good to relax for once; she nearly asks about Jacob’s group… how many are there?; how would they feel about one more?; You’ve made it this far on your own, surely you can go a little longer ]

… g’night, then.

[ tugging his jacket around him tighter, arms rested on his thighs, leaning in towards the fire, she’d get a low nearly mumbled response from him. typical ]

night.

… what was that?

deadgalwalking:

[ she looks at him- really looks for a second; she realizes this might be her only chance to rest up for a long time and she finally nods, reaching for her pack to throw down as some sort of pillow once she’s yanked the blanket from inside ]

… thank you.

[ on long moment of eye contact, enough to make sure that she knew what he was saying wasn’t bullshit. as soon as he was sure she got the point, his eyes would drop to the fire, avoiding anything more than a glace as she was getting settled in. guess he always had to do the right thing, the good thing; even when he was on his own. quinn would’ve loved to point out how hypocritical he was right now, playing the good guy when he fought tooth and nail over that fact that he wasn’t ]

Don’ mention it.

[ after that he’d sit in silence, just like he did every night ]

… what was that?

deadgalwalking:

[ she doesn’t say ‘no’ right away because good Lord, the idea of a night’s rest is so damn appealing; she’s got a blanket in her backpack that she’s been saving and…; no; How do you know you can trust him? Got his gun down now, but he might jus’ as well pick it back up again soon as you fall ‘sleep ]

It’s fine. ‘Nother night won’t kill me. More worried about a walker doin’ that.

[ his hands feel better, arms too; the rest of his body might take a while to soak in the heat the small fire was giving off. shaking his head, he’d shift his shoulders, sliding his small pack off to dump it next to his rifle. ]

Look, back with the group I’m a part of, I take the night shift for the watch. Used to saying up as long as I need. It’s clear ya need ya rest, so get some while ya have the chance. I give ya my word I ain’ here to rob ya. If I’d wanted to do that, I’d have shot ya already with my little friend here. Ain’ offerin’ this deal twice.