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jedibuttercupAndrea; Walking Dead TV; 400 words. Tag for 3.05 "Say the Word".
It wasn't just the cleared streets and pristine lawns.
Title: for I was hungry, and ye gave me to eat
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the world is not.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Walking Dead, 3.05 "Say the Word"
Notes: Because the second time I watched the early S3 episodes, something really stuck out to me about the Woodbury survivors that I hadn't noticed before.
Summary: It wasn't just the cleared streets and pristine lawns. 400w.
It wasn't just the cleared streets and pristine lawns. The medicine that had saved her. The smiles on the faces of the townsfolk as they walked from house to house without hurry, and the charismatic man who'd enabled them to live in such safety that half of them hadn't even seen a walker turn before.
Andrea looked at the smiling faces around her and saw chubby cheeks. Bellies overlapping belts on some of the men. Lush curves on the mature women: a few pregnant, but some just plump, with ample cleavage and 'junk in the trunk' that would have been an inspiration to diet, before, but only made her envious now. Walking advertisements for the wealth of Woodbury.
Money didn't mean a damn thing in the walkers' world; the only currencies left were weapons-- and food. She and Michonne had had the first but not the second out in those woods, and she felt all the poverty of their existence by comparison.
That child, laughing at his mother's side: he'd never been so starved that he'd stopped feeling hungry and had to take small bites of what food he did find to keep from vomiting it back up. That young woman, making eyes at one of the guards: she'd never been so thirsty her lips cracked 'til they bled and had to suck on a stone just to work up enough saliva to talk. Woodbury's people lived in a world without that deprivation-- and the kind of desperation it could lead to.
Andrea liked to think of herself as a self-sufficient woman, but the relief of not having to worry about where her next meal was coming from for once was the last straw in a heap of them. Why should she deny herself that pleasure? Or any of the pleasures Woodbury had to offer?
She cared about Michonne like a sister after the long winter they'd spent together, but she wouldn't have asked Amy to cut off her nose to spite her face; she'd have wanted her to partake of that wealth. And she couldn't understand why Michonne would ask her to do otherwise.
Andrea wanted to thrive; the joy of living after merely existing for so long was better than any drug. Now that she'd found it again, she didn't want to give it up.
...And she'd been left behind, before. She could survive it this time, too.
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It wasn't just the cleared streets and pristine lawns.
Title: for I was hungry, and ye gave me to eat
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the world is not.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Walking Dead, 3.05 "Say the Word"
Notes: Because the second time I watched the early S3 episodes, something really stuck out to me about the Woodbury survivors that I hadn't noticed before.
Summary: It wasn't just the cleared streets and pristine lawns. 400w.
It wasn't just the cleared streets and pristine lawns. The medicine that had saved her. The smiles on the faces of the townsfolk as they walked from house to house without hurry, and the charismatic man who'd enabled them to live in such safety that half of them hadn't even seen a walker turn before.
Andrea looked at the smiling faces around her and saw chubby cheeks. Bellies overlapping belts on some of the men. Lush curves on the mature women: a few pregnant, but some just plump, with ample cleavage and 'junk in the trunk' that would have been an inspiration to diet, before, but only made her envious now. Walking advertisements for the wealth of Woodbury.
Money didn't mean a damn thing in the walkers' world; the only currencies left were weapons-- and food. She and Michonne had had the first but not the second out in those woods, and she felt all the poverty of their existence by comparison.
That child, laughing at his mother's side: he'd never been so starved that he'd stopped feeling hungry and had to take small bites of what food he did find to keep from vomiting it back up. That young woman, making eyes at one of the guards: she'd never been so thirsty her lips cracked 'til they bled and had to suck on a stone just to work up enough saliva to talk. Woodbury's people lived in a world without that deprivation-- and the kind of desperation it could lead to.
Andrea liked to think of herself as a self-sufficient woman, but the relief of not having to worry about where her next meal was coming from for once was the last straw in a heap of them. Why should she deny herself that pleasure? Or any of the pleasures Woodbury had to offer?
She cared about Michonne like a sister after the long winter they'd spent together, but she wouldn't have asked Amy to cut off her nose to spite her face; she'd have wanted her to partake of that wealth. And she couldn't understand why Michonne would ask her to do otherwise.
Andrea wanted to thrive; the joy of living after merely existing for so long was better than any drug. Now that she'd found it again, she didn't want to give it up.
...And she'd been left behind, before. She could survive it this time, too.
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beware_walkers and at AO3)
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Date: 2013-02-12 03:09 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2013-02-18 09:46 pm (UTC)(I'm still torn on whether I want to read the comics compilations, or whether it'll just make me more upset ... maybe in the hiatus after Season 3 ends.)
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