((Sorry about that, I just… I haven’t gotten any new asks, and I’ve got a lot going on right now, so I have literally no idea when I’ll be able to get back here. Which is a shame, because I love writing for these guys, and I’d love to flesh out their world more, but I just don’t have the time or energy to get it up and running again right now. I’d be more than happy to keep writing you oneshots, though, if you ever wanted to submit a prompt or request to my personal account.))
((I’m taking this blog off hiatus in a few days… C’mon, guys, JC nd I are bored right now, Jo and May haven’t noticed what’s up yet, send us asks?))
((I’m aware I have a magic anon, but I’m going to save it until the blog’s fully “active” again.
…Can I have some asks?))
I really don’t like when people I haven’t known long use pet names out of character. I know it’s really popular but I just feel really uncomfortable being called “hun” or “babe” or “sweety” (etc.) by someone I barely talk with. And then I feel like they’ll think I’m a cold fish if I don’t call them those endearing terms. But I’m just not comfortable with it.
((Ohmygods, I hope I don’t make anyone uncomfortable… I RPed as a character who used pet names as practically a verbal tic for almost a year, and she sorta rubbed off on me; I don’t expect you to be affectionate like that with me, and I swear I’m not trying to be over-personal or anything, it’s just sorta…how I talk now. If you don’t like it, let me know so I can try and stop; I’d hate to alienate anyone over such a simple misunderstanding!))
Don’t ask me when they started, but Jo and Mayflower? Totally boning~
((I’ve got a couple—I’ve got a bunch for each type. Like, Jonah and JC’s boss is a Witch, or one of Jocko’s waitresses is a Spitter who’s dating a Survivor, or there’s a Charger who runs a sorta wildlife reserve/hunting area/amusement park for other Infected. If I gave them all a spot, the blog would be way overpopulated, but if I got to talk about their day-to-day lives more, you’d probably know more of them.))
((Sorry I haven’t been over here much. My Real Life is…going through a bit of a rough patch right now. I haven’t lost these guys, but it’s hard to get motivated when I’m feeling this effed up.))
Well, before the Infection, I guess I’d have probably said he was weird, even a little scary sometimes, but in the world we live in now? I just feel sorta bad for him, you know? He’s like the example of a worst-case survival story, and it’s sad.
((Hmmm…Well, this one took a bit more thought than it probably should’ve, since it could go one of two ways, and I’m still not too sure about my word choice, but here you go.))
Awkward things were bound to happen when two people are unofficially sharing an apartment. The first morning, when she’d been hung-over as hell, barely remembered the night before, and they’d both been in the same clothes they’d worn the day before, for example. Or the next time he’d stayed over, and discovered she slept in little more than an oversized t-shirt, and didn’t have any real interest in getting dressed until noon? That had been pretty bad.
This was one of the worst, though. She hadn’t meant to walk in on him, really, and if he was going to take a shower, he really should’ve locked the damn door. But it was a bit late for that now, wasn’t it? Now the bathroom door was stuck open, and he was scrambling for a towel, stammering out apologies like it was his fault, and oh dear god…
“Hey, beanpole, chill!” She backed away, fully aware that her face was as red as his. “It’s fine, really, I…I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
“N-no, no! Tha-at’s a-alright, I-I’ll just, erm…” He was shaking, clutching the ratty yellow towel he’d managed to grab against his chest “I, ah, I c-can go, if…”
“Jo, you look like you’re gonna have a heart attack. Breathe.” May took another step back, forcing a small smile. “Seriously, it’s no problem. I’ll go make coffee.”
He nodded, still gasping for breath, and scrambled back into his clothes the moment she was gone. After breakfast, she would trace the shape of his ribs through his shirt and tell him to give her some warning the next time, then laugh as his face heated up all over again. Later, they would call in Sam to fix the door. But for now they would both take a minute to get their sea legs back, before they could face eachother again.
Oh yes, as far as awkward encounters went? This one took the cake.