|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
ME: Nail CareME: Nail Care by Plantress
On her first night together with Garrus, Shepard had been mildly concerned about the talons that she knew turians possessed. She trusted Garrus with all of her heart and knew that he never intentionally harm her, but there was that instinctual distrust of sharp claws near her softer human flesh. Of course she had been thinking of entirely different things by the time that evening reached the stage where his gloves came off, and then she didn't' have the luxury to think about minor details until after they had blow the Collector base to bits.
Being under house arrest had given her more than enough time to think, and Garrus was one of the happy memories she had she to stave on the crushing boredom. One of the questions those memories brought up was if turian anatomy charts and Alliance descriptions of turian talons as 'vicious natural weapons' were overly exaggerated or if Garrus had blunted his just for her.
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