╳┊ WE DON'T DIE .

dctcrmincd:

It was assumed that his showing up would spark a poor reaction. ( She
never seemed to be that receptive when someone did the exact
opposite of what she asked ), so the slight tension that’s now in the air
is something that was expected. The irony in her statement, however,
is not. He shakes his head and bites at the tip of his tongue. Sarcasm
wouldn’t be the best way to react right now, no matter how tempted
he is to do so.
❛ Exactly, Andrea— this is dangerous, THIS could get you k i l l e d. ❜
The logic is obviously there, so why the double standard? He doesn’t
have enough time to question it any further. Before he knows it, he’s
being tugged by the arm and pulled in an unexpected direction. Not
even able to get a word out before a voice other than his own is heard,
he puts his body flush against the bark of a tree and peers out from
behind it. Eyes land on the few moving silhouettes of rather burley
men —– Saviors. They had to be.

His body tenses and immediately he looks to Andrea to see if she
can sense it, but what he sees is someone who seems to be equally
as frightened as he is. The strongest woman he knows was scared.
( and that’s not exactly a great confidence booster )
❛ I—– don’t know. ❜ And he doesn’t. There’s no way he could’ve
fabricated any type of plan to prepare themselves for something like
this. ❛ Do you— do you think we should follow them? ❜
It could be a good idea, but it could also be a death wish.

Following after them was probably a terrible idea. It was too risky, but
it’s what could lead them to her group, to her family. She had to think
fast, decide whether or not it was worth following behind them. If it
went wrong, they’d be taken too, or worse, killed. Then there would
be nothing they could do about getting their group back. She looked
down at the dirt, fingernails digging into the bark on the tree they kept
hidden behind. She thought to herself, what would rick do in this
situation? What would her leader do?

❝ We can’t follow them. We can’t risk it. We’ll remember the way they
went & hope for the best… ❞

Wording her idea made it sound even more stupid than it had done in
her head. She wasn’t sure it was the approach Rick would have taken,
but she couldn’t take big risks like he did, she couldn’t pull it off. They
soon disappeared into the trees ahead, their voices no longer able to
be heard. She moved from behind the tree, burying her face in both
her hands, frustration taking over. She wanted to cry & shoot things
at the same time. It was all bottling up & there was only so much she
could take. She couldn’t do this, she wasn’t a leader. She couldn’t
figure out what she had to do next.

❝ FUCK! ❞

She’s trembling almost, unsure of what to do next. She can’t do this,
she cannot do this alone. They could all be dead right now while she’s
sitting by, debating what she’s going to do to rescue them – if she
even could.

April, 7 ❤ ↻

dctcrmincd:

He can’t tell how long he’s been out there and honestly, he’s not even
entirely sure he’s going in the right direction, but he has a good
enough hunch to give him confidence to keep going. He trusts
himself that he knows her well enough to proceed through the brush
of the forest and thankfully the trust he has in himself leads him to
the right place.
Immediately, he knows what her purpose is and it doesn’t surprise
him at all. In many aspects, they’re very similar. Both people with a
strong enough moral code that will cause them to make brash
decisions simply to protect what they love the most. In this case, it’s
people. People who they’ve shared so many experiences with that
it’s humanly impossible to just let someone take them away so easily.
He steps toward her, breath heavy and legs sore from trekking
through the harsh paths for so long.
A laugh.

❛ Y’know… I’ve never been that great at following directions. You can
try to stop me all you want, but I’m just as stubborn as you are. I
think for both of our sakes, you should just let me help for once. ❜

He’s laughing? Maybe it’s the relief that he found her, not that he’d
had to look much for her. She shakes her head, she doesn’t want
him here. He could get hurt, or drag her behind, she couldn’t afford
to have either happen. With her hands on her hips & an eager look on
her face, she began to figure out what she could do to lose him. He
wasn’t going to leave, he was stubborn, much like her. A huff & she’s
turning on her heels & heading straight for the woods again. This time
she’s not running from him.

❝ I think for your sake, you should leave. This is dangerous, Alex. This
could get you killed… ❞

She moves cautiously through the woods, ready for anything thrown
her way. She doesn’t want to discuss it anymore, she’s made it clear
that he shouldn’t be here, that she should do this alone. The rustle in
the woods is what startles her, causes her to stop in her tracks &
raise her weapon. She can hear voices from the trees, whispers
in the night. She doesn’t have much time to think before she notices
they’re saviours. She reaches for Alex’s arm & drags him behind
some trees, praying they hadn’t spotted them. She could not get
caught now.

Andrea peers out from where she’s hidden, watching as they continue
to talk & pass them by slowly. She looks to Alex & for the first time,
fear can be seen within her eyes. She’s scared, she’s actually scared.

❝ What do we do? ❞

April, 6 ❤ ↻

# ii. dctcrmincd # ii. alexandria # { shhh. everything about you is perfect! }

❝ Don’t come after me, please. ❞

It had been the last thing she’d said to him before turning on the balls
of her feet & heading deep into the dark forest ahead. She’d half
expected him to come after her. Deep down inside, a part of her that
was the weak, little girl before this, was disappointed he hadn’t. A
bigger part of her knew it was for the best, knew that she had to do
this alone. So, she continued down the path that led to the Saviour’s
nearest base. She would get them back, she would get her family
back.

Now she was panicking, tears starting to form in her eyes. What if it
was too late? What if he’d killed them all already? She needed to find
them, she needed to get them back. They were all she had left. Then
she heard Alexander in the distance, chasing after her – still, now was
not the time. She couldn’t have him risking her life, risking his own life.
She had lost too many people already.

Deep breaths & she turned around, standing still in her tracks. Why
was he still coming after her? Hadn’t she made it clear she was doing
this alone? That she could do this alone?

❝ Please stop, Alex. I said don’t come after me. ❞

Strange, she almost whimpers the words. Like she’s afraid, like she’s
about to b r e a k.

April, 5 ❤ ↻

# dctcrmincd # ii. dctcrmincd # ii. alexandria # { i'm gonna continue this for the ask you did. cause that was perfect. oh so perf. <3 }

safetyisms

❛ Don’t come after me, please. ❜ { omg, hope you don't mind. }

hisflaws-a:

✗ || @safetyisms
She’d left not too long ago, minutes, maybe even seconds, until he finally wills himself to move; take his body in the direction that she specifically told him not to go in. He’s following her, too stubborn and too prideful to do otherwise. Fingers curl around the handle of his knife with awareness of the gun that’s tucked behind his back in the waist of his pants. She can’t be far, but where would she go? It’s a question that stumps him, eyes struggling to see properly through the foggy haze that’s settled just above the surface of the ground. What an appropriate time for her to pull a stunt like this.
He can’t gauge how long it’s been, but the goosebumps that start to form along his arms tell him that enough time has passed for the temperature to drop uncomfortably. An ever-growing frustration comes to fruition and he suddenly finds himself running in the direction of a few scattered walkers that caught his eye. The blade of his knife pierces deep into each skull, body after body falling one after the other as their second life is sucked out of them for the final time by his own hand.
❛ ANDREA ! ❜ Her name leaves his lips in a crazed wail. He’s panicking, the possibility of losing her becoming all too r e a l in his mind, but he carries on —— it’s far too late to give up now. Feet carry him over the lifeless bodies that surround him and venture further into the forest that he’s been frequenting, holding on to nothing but a small flicker of hope that this is the direction she went in.
The darkness engulfs him, relying only on his senses and the silhouettes of the trees a few feet in front of him. ❛ Where the fuck are you—– ❜ His voice is weak and body tired, the words mumbling from his mouth in a whisper while fatigue begins to swallow more of the little energy he’s been fighting to hang on to. STILL, he’s pushing on. He refuses to quit. He’ll keep searching until every area has been covered. He’ll keep going until he physically can’t anymore.
He will find her.

April, 5 ❤ ↻

# dctcrmincd # ii. dctcrmincd # ii. alexandria # { omg this is so amazing. # the reply to this is coming up in a sec. c: # i need to keep this forever & ever tbh. }