Thread: the new beginning // randomname & sixlikesgoree

XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MAGGIE GREENE xxxxxxxx Worried eyes traced every inch of Jacob's skin that was visible to the twenty two year old woman, a small frown tugging at the corner of her lips when she spotted the discoloration that belonged to the bruises he sported. Her grip on him grew tighter, almost like if she didn't cling to him, he'd slip away. But at the initiation of her kiss, everything else faded to an instant black, and she was left with nothing but the press of Jacob's lips against her own. Even when he shifted their posture, and pressed her against the side of his truck, all Maggie could focus on was getting a fresher on what he tasted like, and the feel of his tongue gliding along her own. The brunette had completely forgotten that they had a group of people, most watching in shock at the two couple. Even as the kiss parted, and she uttered her question, the woman barely took note to the extra eyes witnessing their reunion - the only thing that mattered right now was Jake, and making sure he was fine. A quick nod was instantly made at Jacob's own question towards her safety, and she finally took a moment to give her father and step-sister a glance. Tears couldn't stop swelling within her eye's waterlines, and as her bright green eyes carried back to look at the man before her, a few more drops fell down her cheeks to fall to her tank top. Look at you.. she breathed, barely able to make the words leave the back of her throat as her hands skimmed up his cheeks, trying to make sure that the bruises were the worst injuries on his head. Inhaling deeply as her eyes scanned his chest - completely bewildered at the state of his uniform - it took all her self control to refrain from grabbing Jacob's hand, and leading him directly into the house so she could fix him up. No explanations, no story time, no catching up - just get him cleaned up, patched, and into some fresh clothes. But the elders daughter knew better than that. Jake didn't just mean the world to her - he meant the world to her entire family. Beth and her Father's bright, welcoming smiles were more than enough to remind her of that, even in her small phase of hysteria. I love you too, Jake. My God , I love you. was all Maggie could repeat after hearing those three glorious words seep from Jake's lips, securely taking his hands within her own. At his question about the newcomers on the farm - quite a handful more people than he was used to seeing occupying the property, that was for sure - Maggie's eyes shifted to peer towards the smiling faces of Rick's group. Most seemed relaxed, knowing that Maggie and her family were well-aware of who the newcomer was. Glancing back to the love of her life, the twenty two year old tucked some hair behind her ear and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. I'll catch you up, don't worry. A lot's happened since you left.. As her sentence finished, she ebbed off a bit, the memory of her step mother, step brother, and Otis all rushing in at the same time. Three faces that Jacob most likely would've been expecting to be greeted with as well.. Luckily, her Father was perfect with his timing, closing the distance to the two reuniting couple to pull Jacob into a welcoming hug. As the two embraced, Maggie squeezed Jake's hand, flashing him a smile over her father's shoulder. It was a bright smile, one still plagued with a hint of sadness, but her joy couldn't be hidden with the dusk reality of the life they now lived - not with the love of her life standing so close. I think that sounds like a good idea, Daddy. Table was just about set, the oldest sibling mused, leaning in to give Jacob a soft peck on the cheek, trying to mind any bruises or scraps he might have. At least you're not late for dinner. For what felt like the first time in a little over a year, Maggie let out a soft laugh, a smile breaching her lips to crack the dim reality hanging over their heads. With a soft squeeze on his hand, Maggie leaned in and pressed another soft kiss to Jake's lips, before urging him to continue into the yard with her father and step sister to be taken care of. Climbing into the front cab of the truck, Maggie closed the driver door and started the engine to the pick up. As soon as the crowd had dispersed enough, she gave the truck a little gas and road the vehicle inside and up the driveway, rolling the truck into one of the open portions of their tracker barn. Cutting the engine, she grabbed the keys out and searched for any belongings that Jacob had brought with him, and carried everything into the house - directly to her bedroom. Their bedroom. Plopping his bag down on her bed, uncaring for any dirt or smudges it might leave, Maggie released the biggest, exaggerated sigh of hope. The smile that was clinging to the corners of her lips just from seeing his bag on her bed had the woman's heart nearly bursting out of her chest. A fluttery feeling that only increased when she heard a knock on her door, and Beth poked her bright smile into the bedroom. Dad's almost done with Jake's arm, she mused softly, leaning against the door frame. You coming down? I already set an extra spot beside you for him. The grin that overtook Maggie's face as soon as her younger sister told her that little bit of information was enormous - something that lead the twenty two to close the distance between the girls, and pull her into the biggest hug she'd been able to give anyone in months. Giving Beth a grateful smile, Maggie slipped past and headed back down stairs, her feet carrying her until she was back at Jacob's side. However, once she saw exactly what her Father had been tending to, Maggie's smile lessened a bit, and was replaced with a look of worry. Someone shot you? she asked, hovering over her father's shoulder to inspect the stitches that were being sown to close the wound. When did that happen!? The look Hershel slowly glanced over his shoulder to give his daughter was one that made her instantly pull her composure back together - Jacob had, after all, been in the Army for a little over a year, now. Getting shot at probably wasn't the worst thing he'd seen in the past few months, with everything that had risen. But it wasn't Maggie's fault - the moment she learned that Jacob had been interested in enrolling, that's the very first fear that struck her mind. A bullet taking the life of her love. Compared to biters, bullets seemed so harmless now.. He's taken good care of it, Mags. was all she could hear being muttered under her father's breath as he shifted to finish sealing the wound. Maggie let out a bit of a scoff at the small reassurance her father had attempted to give her, reaching for the small scissors to cut the stitching line for her father. Carefully, she tied a knot to keep the string in place, before lifting a damp clothe and resting it over the wound momentarily. Hershel gathered up the medical supplies that he'd used from the first aid kit, and began to place them all together. Once finished, he gave Jake another once-over before nodding in approval. Wash up. I'll see you both for prayer. A gentle smile ebbed onto his lips as he left the lounge to wash himself up before dinner, leaving the two momentarily alone. I can't believe you're here.. so much has changed.. was all the green-eyed woman could say to break the silence, coming to lean down on her knees in front of his seated position, cupping either side of his face. I.. thought you were gone, for good. When the Military came, but you.. didn't.. Thickly, Maggie swallowed back the tears that were threatening to start swelling again, and she inhaled deeply, dropping her hands to firmly take his within her own. I'm never letting you go again. Ever. Leaning forward, the twenty two year old captured Jacob's lips with her own, pressing a passionate kiss to his. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ARCHER xxxxxxxx Shut the fuck up. Im not falling for one of these damn tricks again. Im going to get the fuck out of here. Damn, was nearly all Charlotte could let escape her lips after the man before her had finally come to. Look who also woke up on the wrong side of the ambush. Naturally, the second part of her statement wasn't said as loudly - if the man across from her heard her statement or not, it didn't make much difference to her. He was clearly under the impression that she was probably part of the same ploy he'd already fallen for once - which wouldn't be that bad of an idea. Most would do anything to help a woman in such a situation, for the simple fact of its principle. But did he really think these people were that stupid, to carry out an ambush like that, and then pose further tricks for this guy to land into? Either way, it was clear that the compliance of the man across from her wasn't exactly in reach - not yet. Unfortunately, the longer this male seemed to be coherent, the more noise and attention he was starting to draw. Considering Charlie had been a fairly silent captive - only cussing them out when she couldn't pretend to be asleep, and they were in sight - she had a feeling that the sudden arousal of noise might perk the interest of at least one of the bandits. If she were in charge at all, she knew for a fact that she wouldn't want some guy screaming his head off in the middle of the woods - god only knew what would hear him. More people, walkers.. Not to mention, it was giving her a splitting headache. Jesus fucking Christ, guy, she hissed after he was finished screaming that he'd kill every single one of them, shifting to try and make it so that her voice could carry over to him without needing to raise it as loud. What the fuck are you doing? You're gonna get both of our sorry asses piked. At least, with the sounds of his struggling and definacy to remain still, Charlie didn't have to worry about making alerting anyone to the noises she had been trying to keep under wraps. The man before her was more than a big enough distraction.. she could've probably broke one of the smudged, dirty windows in the small cabin without worrying about someone hearing the crash over his tantrum. It didn't take long before the door to the cabin was slamming open, the two men who'd carried Shane in entering the small room quickly. The first one instantly cocked his fist back, and slammed it directly into Shane's jaw - maybe hoping to knock him unconscious again. Unfortunately for those two, it didn't work - the hit either wasn't hard enough, or hadn't been in the sweet spot, leaving the man who'd delivered the punch to let out a furious sigh. It looked as though he might wind up for another punch soon, but for now, as he started spewing insults down to Shane, it looked as though he was nursing his knuckles from the fresh hit he'd just delivered. Good.. that gave her some time, especially given that both of their backs were to her. The pail she'd been attempting to reach was her only hope - and all she could do was hope that the newcomer kept their friends busy long enough to award her with a chance to even the odds. Stretching herself out as far as she could, Charlie bit the inside of her lip as she focused on exhaling at the same time as guiding her leg, hoping that releasing her breath with give her the few centimeters needed to complete the connection. It wasn't the easiest of tasks, especially with the threat of either of them just looking over their shoulders and seeing her attempt hanging over her head, quite literally. Somehow, the hazel-eyed ex mercenary shifted the pail, the toe of her combat boot sliding the heavy bucket slightly closer to her position. The drag had been slightly noticeable, however, and Charlie snapped her legs back into a crossed position before either of the meatbags in front of her could look behind, and see her plan unfolding. Think Tom's keepin' 'em around for anythin' in particular? asked the larger male on the right as he eyed Charlie up and down, eyes lingering on the tears that exposed the woman's mid-drift through her tank top. Bunch'a headaches if you ask me. More mouths to feed.. more bitchin' to hear, the second one soon replied, kicking a foot out to shove it into Shane's boot. Tell you somethin', though. This one doesn't learn how to keep his trap shut, and I'll find a way to keep it occupied. Been dyin' to try out those new pliers we found in Atlanta city.. That response instantly made the larger male shudder, his attention shifting back down to Shane. You hear that, big boy? Crouching down, keeping himself just out of reach of Shane's radius, the man grinned cockily at the ex-cop, sneering almost proudly. You either shut that mouth of yours, or Kevin here's gonna rip your tongue out. Wont be shoutin' much then- Thwack! What had been a cocky expression quickly turned into a shocked, and pained one. The man shifted, as though to look over his shoulder at where the strike had come from, but find himself unable to move his neck. In one fell movement, Charlie lifted her right foot, and slammed it into the back of the man, releasing the hammer from the back of the man's skull. As the body lurched forward, the redhead was quick to turn her attention to the man remaining, cocking the hammer back again. Only, with her element of surprise now completely shattered, it wasn't going to be as simple as connecting the blow and being able to be done with it. The remaining man grabbed Charlie's arm, forcing her to twist into him, so her back was now firmly pressed against his chest strong arms came to pin around her, trying to wrestle the hammer from her grip. The entire time, she trashed and struggled, even going to the lengths of stomping all of her weight down on the male's right foot - a feat that nearly gained her freedom, but not one hundred percent. The falter was quickly made up for, and she was tossed in the direction she had been tied against the shelving unit there. Fast reflexes weren't enough to catch her fall, unfortunately, and Charlotte slammed face-first into one of the shelves as she released her make-shift weapon. Blood could be felt dripping from her left nostril, as the woman righted herself, trying to scramble back onto her feet as quick as possible. The man closed the distance relatively fast between them, but took her posture for granted as he went to embrace her in another pin, and ended up getting a feral kick to the chest. It was enough to send him wobbling back on his feet, and in a quick breath, Charlie called out to the stranger who she'd been cursing at only moments before. Trip him! Leaning down, she quickly gathered the hammer that had toppled from her grasp, starting to close the distance between her and the bandit as soon as she had it firmly in her hand, hoping that the stranger would take her words to heart, and help her take this guy down. Without food or proper water, her strength wasn't where it usually was - and she'd already spent a good portion of her stamina delivering that first sneak attack. Still bound or not, Charlie wasn't going to accomplish this without his help. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX