ANDREA HARRISON

INDEPENDANT ANDREA FROM TWD

based off of twd comics & show.

created on 29/06/15

#safetyisms

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we don't die

survivors have
scars,
victims have
graves...

the authour

my name is lauren, you can call me lozzie if you like.
i'm currently studying at university which means i won't be around all the time.
i aspire to be a screenwriter one day.
i live in london, which makes my timezone GMT.
i'm semi-private, which means i can be picky with who i write with, but it's unlikely.
i'm a lovely person! don't be afraid to approach me.

i know how the safety works

i'm currently accepting all plotting requests & threads with anyone who'd like one.

my ask box is always open too, so feel free to send me asks!

IMPORTANT:

all icons on this page that i use in my threads are mine! i made them myself. i'd like it very much if none of them were stolen from me without credit being given.


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barbedwirebeauty: 

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 UNFLINCHING. Even while staring down the barrel of Andrea’s gun, Lucille remained oddly calm, an almost amused smirk written across her fair features. No, she had no intention of dying, especially not at the hands of some revenge-driven blonde.

‘   My, my           I’ve done somethin’ to FIRE you up, haven’t I ??      

  Her tone was mocking, cold. Lucille felt little to no remorse for what she’d done. To her, her actions wereJUSTIFIED. Glenn’s death had been nothing more than compensation, an eye for an eye. She’d simply followed orders; Negan said “shoot” and Lucille said “ who? “.

A light hum left ruby red lips as she reached for her gun. Pale digits roamed over the cool metal, lingering there for a moment before removing the handgun from the holster.

‘   Mind reminding me what the hell I did ??    

    The dark haired beauty was made of steel. Not a single flinch was ever
    expressed, no fear resided within her eyes. She was  the  definition  of 
    fearless. But take away another person from Andrea &  that  made  her 
    into something Lucille could not yet get a grasp on; she cared. She still
    felt – & that gave her enough strength &  anger  to  take  out  an  entire 
    army of people if she pleased. 

    She was shaking with hatred & frustration. Glenn had  been  her  friend,
    her family. He hadn’t deserved to go the way he  had,  after  everything 
    he had done to get here. They took him away like he had been nothing.
    She refused to sit back & allow them to celebrate, to express  joy  over 
    the death of her close friend. She would die before she had to witness
    that. 

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    With her gun raised, she continued to glare down Lucille.  She  should 
    shoot her, she knows this. She should do it before the other  girl  gets 
    a chance to take her out. But she’s desperate  for  answers,  she  just 
    wants to know why. Why was she doing this to them? 

    ❝ Don’t act like you give a shit. You killed him!  You  don’t  remember?
    Made us all sit in a fucking line & then blew his brains out…REPEATEDLY. ❞