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@lovingpromise liked for a dialogue starter ( omid to christa ) ! ♡
" is that blood ? is it yours ? "
📜 clem & louis :3
louis: what is your biggest weakness ? clem: i can be uncooperative. louis: okay, can you give me an example ? clem: no.
📜 / caritaaaaaaaa
sarita: i've already sent good vibes your way... they're coming. There is nothing you can do to stop them. carlos: this is the most threatening way I've ever been cheered up.
🎲 lee & carley :3
29: a kiss to the back of the hand ...
life as it was now was becoming more and more normal for them and was almost alarming. carley, as much as she missed the days of being able to sink into the couch of her apartment and watch reruns of old 90s sitcoms after a hard day of work, found the memories were also becoming fuzzier; replaced with old musty motel rooms and the smell of mold and decay. it was true what they said: once you smelled a dead body, you’d never forget that stench for the rest of your life.
she also didn’t think she’d forget all the times lee, kenny, and mark would leave to go hunting and foraging, only to come back with some bad news—be it an injury, no food, or another mouth to feed. they’d hit the BINGO that day: lee cut his hand, they didn’t manage to bring back any food, and a band teacher and one of his students became two more mouths to feed—or would have, had katjaa been able to save the man.
it had been a lot to deal with. carley had gone to her dingy room to decompress, surprised to hear a knock at the door and even more surprised to find lee standing there.
“ hey, ” carley greeted, eyes dropping down to lee’s hand. “ i’m alright; you sure you don’t wanna keep that jerky for yourself ? ” it was so like lee to worry about the needs of the others of the motor inn before himself. carley didn’t know how he did it; especially to the likes of lilly and larry.
she only ended up taking the jerky upon lee’s insistence, before changing the subject to ask about his hand.
“ how’d you manage that ? get it while trying to save those other two ? ”
‘something like that…’
“ always so cryptic with you, ” carley said, rolling her eyes, before reaching for his injured hand and bringing it up to eye it, ignoring lee’s hiss of protest. “ but it doesn’t look too bad. you’ll live. ”
a thought crossed her mind then, and before she could think better of it, carley brought the back of his hand to her lips, pressing a featherlight kiss to the scratchy bandage for a moment before pulling away. still, her hold on his hand remained, and her gaze lifted once more to meet lee’s, holding it in a lingering stare for a few moments too long before she suddenly released his hand and averted her eyes.
she shoved down the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and willed her cheeks not to flush as she made a show of clearing her throat and said in a preemptive warning, “ not. a. word. everett. ”
in one swift moment, she guided him out of her room, standing in the doorway as she added, “ it’s supposed to make it feel better. you should be thankful i even thought enough of you to do so, y’know. you’re welcome. ”
then, she moved back into her room and closed the door, prepared to spend the rest of the day kicking herself for behaving like a silly school girl with a crush.
i really do be having the best friends ❤️ (if you aren’t following @lovingpromise or @lastedpromise you def should!)
*insert kenny and ducky making dinner for kat's bday bc they love her and she deserves nice things* "now don't you dare lift a damn finger, kat. you stay right there."
oh, she wants to say or do something, she really does. she wants to get up and help out in the kitchen, give a few pointers, and make sure that they don’t burn her house down, but she’ll refrain.
so, she smiles politely and clasps her hands together as they rest on the kitchen table. and she thinks to herself that she’ll eat whatever they prepare without complaint, even if it might wind up undercooked or burnt or not properly seasoned.
“ yes, dear. wouldn’t dream of it. ” but don’t let that sweet face fool you; she’s plotting.
🎲 for clem & vi <3
35: a kiss against a wall ...
violet never took risks. she never pulled pranks or caused mischief—at least in the traditional sense. usually, she’d rather keep her distance, roll her eyes at something stupid one of the kids said, and scoff about it under her breath. maybe she’d make a sarcastic response or two, but as far as pranks went, well—violet typically had nothing to do with them. until clem, that is.
violet had to admit, clementine was full of surprises. if someone had told her that she’d be rushing down the ericson hallways, rounding a corner, and pressing herself up against the nearest wall to momentarily hide after pranking aasim of all people with clementine, she would’ve told them to get bent. no way would she have believed it.
and yet, here she was, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath and suppress her giggles. jade eyes glanced over to meet clem’s hazel, and in a flash of boldness, violet moved to partially stand in front of clem, pressing their lips together briefly in an adrenaline fueled kiss. the only thing to tear her away was an unflatteringly high-pitched squeal, followed by a string of loud cursing.
a rush of giggles flowed out of violet as she felt clem take her hand and they were off again, bounding down the hallway and out into the courtyard.
clem really was a bad influence.
he knew she didn’t like for him to worry, but it was impossible not to. admittedly, omid would’ve been worried about her and the pregnancy even if they weren’t in the apocalypse. underneath the veneer of witty humor and confidence, a deep-seeded worrywart tendency was buried. omid liked to pretend to be carefree and open, and maybe at times he was, but those times were harder to come by now—especially with a pregnant girlfriend and kid they’d been tasked to look after.
but he was good at shoving that down…mostly. fake it til you make it.
“ of course, babe, i know that, ” omid assured her with an easy smile. “ but you can never be too careful out here. ” as if she didn’t already know that. he just wanted to keep her safe—her, genevieve, and clementine. that wasn’t about to change.
the change of topic was enough to distract him, eyes shifting from christa and to the weapon in his hand.
“ oh, i made a spear,” he explained, all too proud of his creation, “ for fishing. ” the river wasn’t too far from where they’d set up camp for the night and they needed to eat. he just hoped that, even with the cooling weather, that the fish were still biting.
though, it would be a miracle if he managed to catch anything—less so thinking about the amount of fish, and more so about the spear in his hand. the “spear” in question looked more like a walking stick than anything they could stab a fish with. he’d attempted to get it as sharp as possible, but it could’ve been sharper, and the stick, itself, was crooked and almost too thin. but he had to do something.
“ what ? you don’t think i’ll be able to catch anything ? ” his tone was light-hearted, almost playful, but it was a real concerned that plagued the back of his mind.
❝ hush, i'm okay. — we're okay, ❞ christa sighed and placed a hand on her growing stomach, her pregnancy just a few months along. she had thought she'd cleaned all the walker blood off of her, but she must have missed a spot. ❝ i'm still capable of taking care of myself just fine. ❞ she reminded him for what felt like the hundredth time before giving him a soft smile and attempting to shift focus, ❝ i'm more worried about you... what is that? ❞
"You're cold. Come here." (Beth + Sophie :3)
despite it being early spring, the tail end of winter still lingered in the weather. sophie wasn’t a fan of it; she never had been. sure, spring happened to be her favorite season ( with it having nothing at all to do with her birthday being in march ) but she preferred the warmer days of spring. it might not have reached that point quite yet, but she supposed she at least had something to look forward to.
though, upon hearing beth’s beckoning, sophie supposed that the cold weather wasn’t all bad…
with a bashful smile she stepped closer, slotting herself against beth’s side and resting her head against her shoulder.
“ did you have a busy night tonight ? ” she could only imagine how busy things at the bar had gotten. when she’d stepped in at a quarter to two, there had still been a handful of people lingering around, waiting til the last possible second to leave. “ maybe i should quit my job and come work for you full time… ”
she was jokingly…mostly.
❝ it’ll be all right because we’re together. ❞ (carita :3)
carlos hasn’t had to rely on someone in a long time. he still doesn’t like to. usually, he’s the one having to stay strong, take care of others, and be fine with knowing that he has no one to watch his back.
it’s different with sarita. it’s an adjustment.
still, he wants to believe that what she says is true. he reaches for her hand, giving it a little squeeze as he sighs and says, “ i guess i’m still getting used to knowing that… ”
@lovingpromise
"Can I, um..." "Kiss me? I thought you'd never ask."
@lovingpromise
Date night!
Glad to know it wasn’t just me who was disappointed that it was a parasite and not a crush :)
pluck, for crystal & niko
pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
a bright orange leaf, representing the changing seasons and sweater weather, catches niko’s attention as it’s plucked out of her hair. her deep brown gaze flits from said leaf to the person holding it and niko giggles. the color of the leaf is nearly the same color as the tips of crystal’s curls.
“ don’t you just love this time of year ? ” she asks, airily. “ i think spring is probably my favorite season, but fall is a close second. ”
upon regarding crystal thoughtfully for a moment, she asks, “ what’s your favorite season ? ”