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missusgrimes · 4 years

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* A L T H E A.

fair. surviving in this NEW WORLD alone seemed odd. she had always been fully aware of that. but being on her own had always been the easiest option in the end. it meant the heaviness of loss was a little bit less. because if she didn’t get close to anyone, she couldn’t lose anyone. and after the death of her brother … and the presumed death of her father … she wasn’t quite ready to let anyone else IN. even this interaction wasn’t meant to form a full, true connection. she just wanted to SURVIVE long enough to get back out there on her OWN. forcing the tension free of her shoulders, althea glanced towards the woman and offered her some small attempt at a smile. for now, she would put the woman’s pregnancy on the back burner. once the trust was properly established, she could come back to it.

❝ the truck i rolled up in ?? ❞ a quick shrug rolled free of her shoulders; pausing her pacing for half a moment before quickly picking it back up again. she found it harder to stand still right now; needing the constant movement. it matched how quickly her BRAIN was moving. ❝ that thing has kept me ALIVE. it’s amazing what a huge chunk of METAL can do for you these days. not many people wanna mess with the girl in the SWAT van. ❞ that much was obvious. ❝ have you been with a group the entire time ?? since THE END. ❞ this was what she was GOOD at; giving small pieces of information about herself before turning the conversation back around just as quickly as it had shifted moment before.

❝ fair. ❞ lori had to resist a smirk from the woman’s jest. she did have a point ; anyone with half a brain cell would avoid conflict with an occupied swat van on the road. but the stranger’s answer only led to more questions. how did the woman get a hold of such a thing ? lori remembered seeing those vans deployed all across the outskirts of atlanta. it could’ve been pure luck that the woman had acquired one that was still fully equipped, or maybe she had access to one already. ❝ were you in law enforcement, then ? before ? ❞ that was a world lori knew a thing or two about, but it was also a background that would make this stranger even more of a threat.

at the following question, lori frowned. the woman had a way of turning everything back around on lori. ❝ with my family, yeah. and some of the others have been with us since this thing started. ❞ hopefully there was no danger in disclosing that bit of vague information. if anything, it stressed to this outsider the strength of their group. lori leaned a shoulder against the cinder block wall nearest the cell door, ignoring the tired ache in her feet. ❝ what about you ? were you ever with others at the beginning ? ❞ loner or not, everyone had family and friends. surely there was more to this stranger’s story.

#storymade #altheatagtbd #( * we live with a knife at our throats. / VERSE I )#HI I MISSED THEM #stanning althea already..................#also merry christmas lol!!

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missusgrimes · 4 years

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* R I C K.

“𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕,” voice is thick, low as Rick tries desperately not to break down. Glassy blue eyes look from her hand on his arm and back to her again, “I - I don’t think I can,” he mutters, shaking his head. He knows deep down it’s what needs to be done, but that’s much easier said. In this moment, he feels WEAK – feels a failure, but it’s not about him. This is about Lori and their child. Free hand lifts to gently cover hers, “M’ so sorry,” he says softly, a tear actually rolling down his cheek, “– for everything.” It’s a blanket statement but Rick hopes she understands. With hindsight, he can see how much time he wasted being ANGRY, how much time he wasted not just telling his wife how he felt. It’s all time they don’t have now.

❝ you have to, ❞ she pressed, her features reflecting the gravity of the situation. lori understood what she was asking ; it would probably be the hardest thing he would ever have to do ( and this was a man who killed his best friend for her ). she would have given anything for it not to be rick, for him to not have to see this, but it had to happen anyway. ❝ you have a knife. ❞

lori had never felt more powerless as she lay there on the concrete, paralyzed by pain and blood loss, her husband’s will the only thing standing between her baby’s death and survival. time was of the essence, and she couldn’t let this all be for nothing. his hand moved atop hers as he began to apologize, and she wasn’t sure if it was for the current mess they found themselves entrenched in or his treatment of her over the past seven months. maybe it was both, but lori focused on the former. ❝ stop that. you couldn’t have prevented this, ❞ she responded in a hushed tone, shaking her head. but he could still prevent the death of their baby.

the tears that had been welling in her eyes began to flow out down the corners of her face. seeing rick in such an emotional state, even as he loathed her, made her chest tighten. but that didn’t stop her from ensuring that he did what needed to be done. lori took a shaky breath. ❝ if you ever loved me, ❞ she began again, with great difficulty, ❝ then trust me, and do this. ❞

#stillcominback #( * we live with a knife at our throats. / VERSE I )#( * i felt like i died with him. / RICK )#back on our bullshit!!#HFDHJBJ #why do we do this #merry christmas i guess????

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missusgrimes · 4 years

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2, 7, & 23.

detailed headcanon meme / @wexarethewalkingxdead

do they have any daily rituals?

morning: lori’s typical day would revolve around three things: carl, rick, and tending to things around the house. rick and carl eat breakfast around the same time, but rick is up earlier and out the door for work sooner than lori brings carl to school. for lori, this means getting up at seven to fix breakfast while rick showers, waking up carl, packing lunches each of them while they eat, then sitting down for coffee herself after rick leaves for work and carl goes to get dressed for school.

afternoon: after dropping carl off, things calm down a bit, and lori starts on chores (dishes, laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, etc.) before picking carl up from school at three. she fixes him a snack and starts preparing dinner around five (they eat relatively late in the off-chance that rick can join them).

night: after that, she might help carl with homework, watch a show or read a chapter of a book with him, then send him off to take a shower before tucking him into bed at nine. if rick is working a late shift that night, she leaves a note on the kitchen table and leaves out a serving of dinner ready for him from the fridge.

favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time.

lori doesn’t have time for that very often, but she definitely loves a to take a nice bath with a glass of wine or to read a book after a long day. time alone to relax is something that is rare in her life, and so she values it a lot when given the opportunity.

how organized are they? how does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

she’s fairly organized in all fronts, but especially when it comes to rick and carl’s matters, like keeping the house straight, updating the family calendar, making sure they have fresh food stocked, etc. she usually has all of her christmas gifts wrapped and under the tree at least a week beforehand, if that gives a better idea.

#wexarethewalkingxdead #( * answered. )#( * headcanon. )#i think i took the first one as daily 'routines' but oh well lol #thank you for the ask!!

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missusgrimes · 4 years

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* R I C K.

Rick could see his family, all of them, scrambling to the bridge to save him. He was hurt. The rebar had torn through his body, and the pain was almost unbearable. The blood loss had slowed him down, and even if they somehow managed to turn the walkers around, he was certain that it wouldn’t be enough. He can see Michonne’s face as she’s screaming his name, but he raised the Colt, trying to put all of his focus on firing and hitting the dynamite that had spilled out onto the bridge.

Then it’s all over. He can feel the heat from the blast as the bridge is blown apart, forcing him into the air and knocking him into the water with the walkers. He felt the rushing water and the ice-cold of the water as he’s being pulled downstream. He lost consciousness and everything went black.

He felt the world as it pulled him back to a conscious state. His fingers twitched as they lay on the bed, and he can hear the steady beep of machines, but there is no pain. He feels nothing. His eyes move rapidly underneath his eyelids as he tried desperately to force them open. They feel leaden and like they are sewn shut. He tried to speak but his mouth was dry. His entire body felt heavy as he tried to claw his way to consciousness.

He can hear voices around him, but he can’t pinpoint whose voices they are as he struggled to let them know that he was there, that he was trying to get back to them. “Mic-michonne,” he whispered, hearing it louder in his head than he knew he’d spoken it out loud. He forced his eyes open just a slit, but it’s not Michonne that’s at his bedside. It’s not Michonne that has his hand in hers.

“Lo-Lori?” This couldn’t be. Something was wrong. She was dead. She’d been dead for so long. His eyes fell back closed as he fought desperately to open them again. “Where’s Michonne?” He felt the tears as they slipped down the sides of his eyes to disappear into his hair. This wasn’t right. It was all wrong, and he was afraid. He wanted to get back to Michonne and to Judith. His family needed him, and he was lost in some kind of fucked up dream. "Judith? Where’s Judith?“ His voice sounded foreign even to his own ears.

a nurses from the intensive care unit had called her earlier that morning with news that made the phone slip from lori’s hands and clatter to the floor. whenever harrison memorial hospital would call home, her chest filled with dread, knowing each time that she could be hearing the news of her husband’s death on the other end of the line. good news was no longer the norm in the grimes household, so when the nurse relayed to lori that machines had spotted unusual levels of brain activity in her comatose husband, it felt like a miracle ; rick could be waking up.

she drove frantically to the hospital, all the way reminding herself not to get her hopes up, that it all could mean nothing, but that didn’t stop her heart from jumping in her chest. she signed in to the icu ( which always felt silly as most of the staff now knew her by name ) and then hurried down the familiar halls to rick’s room. the nurse who’d notified lori of the news, mollie, and the unit’s head doctor were already in the room when she threw open the door.

lori’s nerves were much too high to fully process everything the two professionals were saying, but the upshot was that there was hope, for the first time in a very long time. the doctor was careful with his words but spoke with a smile, and mollie placed an encouraging hand on lori’s shoulder. it was the polar opposite tone of the conversation they’d had just last week, when the staff had tried to reason with her that it might be time to pull the plug. the two soon exited the room, leaving the woman alone with her husband.

rick had spent so long in this state that it now hurt to look at him. rick’s complexion was pallid, sickly, and he was worryingly thin. lori had closely monitored the care he was receiving, and though the nurses regularly shaved him and turned him and moved his limbs, nothing could make up for the toll that six months of comatose life support had taken on him. and it was a morbid reality : all that differed between her husband and a corpse were the few tubes that lay under his skin and the machines that forced his organs to keep beating.

she pulled her chair up closer to the bed, then moved a thumb to gently push back a stray curl from his forehead. ❝ hi, baby, ❞ lori whispered, sliding a hand around one of his. ❝ i’m sorry i haven’t come this week yet. carl’s got a lot going on at school, and we’ve been busy at the house. your dad’s insisting on building a crib himself. ❞ she smiled, faintly, but as she lingered on the thought, tears began to blur her vision. not only was rick’s absence a hardship on their family, it was also growing more tragic by the day. everything he was missing with carl, everything that he was going to miss with the baby, his daughter... god, it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fucking fair.

❝ i-i know you probably can’t hear any of this, ❞ she began, ❝ but they told me things are looking good. if you’re in there — if you’re still in there, rick — ❞ lori’s throat tightened. she swallowed back the tears, eyes fixed upon his features. ❝ come back to me. come back to us, baby. please. please, come back. ❞

they’d had this conversation before, lori begging at his side for a sign of life. the only difference was that this time there was a real chance of her wish coming true. she hung her head, his hand still in hers, listening to the beeping of monitors and groaning of machines and her husband’s shallow exhale. she sat with him in silence for nearly an hour, shoulders falling further and further in defeat, wondering if the readings the doctors spoke of were truly anything more than an anomaly.

but then his breath hitched. his fingers shifted in her hand. lori sat bolt upright in shock, gasping, her gaze darting to her husband’s face. his eyelids moved. ❝ doctor johnson ? ❞ she called, voice wavering as she punched the attendant call button behind her. she repeated the doctors name again, this time in a yell, and moments later the doctor and two nurses came hurrying through the door. they all spoke over each other as they asked what happened, and lori found herself replying autonomously, though her attention never strayed from the man laying before her.

his lips parted suddenly and lori held her breath, the room falling silent as the other professionals noticed the movement. she gave his hand a crushing squeeze, wordlessly pressing him to speak. a few seconds passed and a sound finally escaped through his pale lips. it was nonsense, like a child’s babble, but it was still the sound of a voice that lori had never thought she’d hear again. ❝ oh my god, ❞ lori choked, at last releasing her breath, and before she had time to react any further, his eyes cracked open. the eyes she had missed so dearly were now meeting hers, seeing her for a brief moment, then uttered out lori’s name before the harsh light forced his eyelids closed again.

without warning, lori’s body was wracked with sobs. rick was awake, and he recognized her, and called out her name. she wasn’t sure�� if there was a feeling in the world that compared to the joy and relief that shook through her being at that moment. her husband was alive, and he was back. ❝ rick, ❞ she cried, leaning over him with a hand cupping his cheek, ❝ rick, it’s me. it’s lori. you’re safe. ❞ when he spoke next, his strained words were nonsensical again, asking for someone or something lori couldn’t comprehend. tears leaked down out of the corners of his eyes, causing lori’s heart to clench. he was almost certainly confused, his last memories likely a blur of blood and searing pain, and she could only imagine how terrifying it must’ve been to wake up like this.

❝ shhh, baby, it’s okay. you — you had an accident. we’re at the hospital. you’re gonna be okay. ❞ lori’s own face was now covered in a stream of hot tears, overwhelmed with emotion. rick began to ask for someone, someone named judith, which meant absolutely nothing to lori. was it a civilian he had protected at the scene of the shooting ? or another deputy that she was unfamiliar with ? or just a fumbling of words as his brain attempted to string together coherent sentences after months of disuse ? for the first time, lori looked back towards the doctor, eyes wide with concern. ❝ what’s he saying ? is — is he alright ? ❞

#wexarethewalkingxdead #versetbd #( * i felt like i died with him. / RICK )#anyway here's my dissertation!!#jhbjdfhjfjbf #DONT MATCH LENGTH THO IGNORE ME

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