crookedjackdaw

I fuckin love birds

name: Eleanor G.M pronouns: she/her asexual asexual :)From Cumbria UK (I apologise in advance for being British)

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Could I Possibly Get Some Headcanons For Nick Valentine, Ada, Or Codsworth (take Your Pick!) With A Sole

Could I possibly get some headcanons for Nick Valentine, Ada, or Codsworth (take your pick!) with a sole survivor who’s a ghoul? As in they became one during the 200 years between the bombs falling and the game, not while traveling with the companion. Also gender-neutral and platonic. Thank you!

Codsworth, I choose you! I need to play the dlcs more often, videos on them are scarce and make it hard to get a clear picture.

Life with Codsworth after the bombs dropped

Could I Possibly Get Some Headcanons For Nick Valentine, Ada, Or Codsworth (take Your Pick!) With A Sole

You would do anything for your family. That includes staying behind while they lived in the vault safe. Already surrendering to death with Codsworth with a grim acceptance, neither of you were expecting to survive. But you did.

The first few years were hard, radiation was everywhere and it was inescapable, most of the neighbors that stayed died slowly, and some of the neighbors that were alive were different- like you but not. You wondered how your family was and tried to see them but the vault wouldn’t open the doors, for safety you see. All of this was not good for your morale so Codsworth did what he does best. He took care of you.

Every morning he made breakfast and when food ran out he foraged for more eventually restarting his garden. He made sure you were always clean with a bath and fresh pressed clothes. Sparking conversation was a bit difficult due to the world ending as you knew it but he still remarked on the lighter side of things. He even brushed your hair until it eventually started to fall out.

He stood by your side. Through your grief, your anger, your sorrow, he met all of it with unwavering acceptance. You kicked and screamed year after year. The highs and lows were rage and melancholy. You were reduced to a petulant child and Codsworth could never blame you. All he could do was soothe and soothe until the fire in you returned to a torch instead of a burning building or a flickering candle. It took many, many, many years but you got better. By then the radiation had mostly cleared and your family was most likely gone, if not by age by memory.

It was hard to let go after all these years but you did. You had accepted they were gone, you had lost them the moment they entered the vault, and in that idea you grew. Codsworth was more than pleased to see you so content again. Even if [Nate/Nora] and young Shaun were not there he still treasured his family.

Going back outside was a challenge. After the vault stopped answering you shut in for a long time. At first it was seeing if anyone was like you was around and the answer was yes, but not in the way you thought. They ignored your presence like you weren’t even there and they attacked every stray animal they saw. You eventually ended them years later when they attacked people, unfortunately those people also attacked you. Codsworth didn’t say anything but he knew. He just washed your hands and wrapped your wounds.

Then it was looking for food. Pre-war food was tainted so you took up farming with Codsworth. He was delighted. Someone to teach the ins and outs of botany, how exciting. The animals were also changed so they were also on the menu from time to time, however it was mainly radroaches much to Codsworth’s dismay.

Next was building defenses because you had the misfortune of meeting people that would do you harm. Mostly, you and Codsworth were enough to drive them off but it still ended poorly. Even if you weren’t particularly good at construction, hammering away at it for years was bound to get results.

By the time 200 years passed, you decided to go out into the Commonwealth to explore and meet new people, who would hopefully not attack you. The events of the game would then not be you looking for your son but just reentering the world and being at the right place at the right time. Or the wrong place at the wrong time depending on how you see it.