lastprcttygirl:

@safetyisms​​​ / ♡’d

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” the minuscule voice of the blonde whispered, the radiating pan from the purple abrasions beneath her pale hue making it difficult for her to speak. Beth didn’t like this. She didn’t want to seem W E A K. Even more, she didn’t want to be the coddled for her injuries. There was no time for that, not when she was old enough to take care of herself. It was her fault after all, she shouldn’t have lowered her gun thinking the stranger was actually trustworthy. She had F A I T H in a lost humanity– tonight, that was her downfall. “It’ll be better in a few days,” she managed, hissing through her teeth as the warm cloth soothed over her wounded eye. “Thank ‘ya for bein’ there. Don’t think it’d be jus’ a busted eye if ‘ya weren’t there.”

   eyebrows rose intently as she tended to the young girl’s  wounds.  she’d 
   been here before - nursing the wound that had scarred  her  enormously. 
   beth was far from weak, she’d made a bad  decision  &  was  now  living 
   with the consequences of letting her guard down - a  blossoming  bruise. 
   andrea sat back as beth uttered her final words, she pondered  for  a  bit. 

            ❝ Just try & remember to never let your guard down.
               You can’t afford to do that anymore. ❞ 

   a brief smile before she jumps up from her chair. she cleans up the room   
   before hovering over beth. studying her, she realises that when she  had 
   been beth’s age, she had been happily fishing in her father’s boat. it was 
   horrific to her that beth greene’s teenage years  had  been  cut  so short.
   some of andrea’s best memories were from those  years.  she cherished
   them dearly when the days got rough. 

           ❝ Now, come on. I’ll cook you something to eat at  
              my place. You’ll need it to get your energy back. ❞