|A piece featuring my WD OC, Jeanie Hepburn, alongside the inimitable Daryl Dixon.|
TWD: The World Changed, Not Us - Chapter 4Chapter 4 - RaceTWD: The World Changed, Not Us - Chapter 4 by Minty-Nutmeg
Slowly trickling down, glinting in the morning light, skipping over the chunks of bile coagulating on the smooth steel blade, the murky drop of walker blood fell to the ground, staining the sidewalk as they continued on. Looking vaguely behind them, eyes darting about distractedly as he kept an eye out for the signs of a mob on their tail, Glenn softly edged Jeanie's trembling arm further over his shoulder, letting loose a gentle whoosh of air as she tripped over an abandoned suitcase, instinctively shifting closer to him for support.
In truth, she was holding him up as much as he was holding her, both still exhausted and broken, muscles chafing against bone and aching terribly as they walked, limping with a deeply throbbing pain penetrating every movement. Deciding that he had caused enough agony to her gaping shoulder wound, guiltily observing as she tried to pull a sweater on when they stopped for a brief reprise back at an abandoned MARTA station, grimacing with th
TWD: The World Changed, Not Us - Chapter 3Chapter 3 - HaltTWD: The World Changed, Not Us - Chapter 3 by Minty-Nutmeg
Blinking up at the heavy clouds dragging by, diluting the intensity of the beam of light burning the ground beneath him, Glenn felt his leg quiver with a sudden shot of tenseness, a crick in his neck quickly forming as he grunted quietly, blood leaking lightly from a scratch on his arm, dripping onto his shirt. Beside him, absently trailing her wounded fingers over her bloodstained arm, Jeanie stayed quiet, her head leaning awkwardly against a stray brick, legs haphazardly folded over each other as they trembled minutely, supported by her bulging bag full of supplies.
For a while, they had been sitting there, falling back for a much needed rest after introducing themselves to one another, finding themselves suddenly drained of any strength to stand. They hadn't spoken at all since then, stuck in silent ponderings and subconsciously trying to avoid shafts of blinding light as they tried to relax somewhat ineffectually. Glenn didn't have the wits about him to suggest the
An Honor?Shepard walked down the stairs leading to the lower deck rubbing at her temples in an attempt to alleviate the pulsing headache that seemed to be a hallmark of so many of her conversations with Ambassador Udina. With her eyes half-closed and not paying particular attention to her surroundings, she collided with another body coming up from the opposite direction.An Honor? by Cylka118
She felt herself stumble and would have fallen quite gracelessly down the stairs if not for a pair of strong hands that shot out and grasped her by the arms, steadying her.
So much for my great sense of balance, she thought wryly. Mother would be disappointed right now seeing all those credits for dance and movement classes going to waste.
"Commander, are you alright?" a voice said, breaking in upon her thoughts.
Shepard became acutely aware of the hands still holding her and of the closeness of a distinctly male body. Involuntarily, warm tingles began spreading out throughout the surface of her skin making her fl
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