Graphics and Ficlet
The latest challenge at tvrealm is "Down the Rabbit Hole" -- create an AU using a 6 image picspam or 150 words of writing (or both, for bonus points.)
So here is
Picspam: The Walking Dead as a western
Bonus Points: Western Ficlet
"None of you have to stay," Rick says.
Daryl leans over, spits onto the dry ground. Been months since the last rain, and the corn ain't nothing more than brittle stalks now, practically burnt to cinders by the sun. Rick and Carol'll be lucky if they can eke out enough to last them and their little ones through the coming winter, never mind these extra mouths to feed.
Daryl crosses his arms, eyes flicking to each person standing in the dusty yard. Andrea looks scared but determined, her blonde hair pinned up in a sloppy tail. It's still a little odd to see her in trousers instead of the dusky dress she wore in the saloon; to see that steely glint in her eye instead of a flirtatious smile that never reaches her eyes. She sees him watching, juts her chin defiantly. Yeah, she'll do fine. Glenn's busy eying the flatland. The old man licks his lips, and Daryl wonders if he's thinking about the whiskey that he doesn't drink anymore, not since Rick pulled him out of that saloon and dried him out.
The ranch has been more than their home. It's been their refuge. And Rick is more family than any of them have ever known.
They'll defend his land. Even if it costs them their lives, they'll defend it.
"We ain't goin' nowhere," he says.
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So here is
Picspam: The Walking Dead as a western
Bonus Points: Western Ficlet
"None of you have to stay," Rick says.
Daryl leans over, spits onto the dry ground. Been months since the last rain, and the corn ain't nothing more than brittle stalks now, practically burnt to cinders by the sun. Rick and Carol'll be lucky if they can eke out enough to last them and their little ones through the coming winter, never mind these extra mouths to feed.
Daryl crosses his arms, eyes flicking to each person standing in the dusty yard. Andrea looks scared but determined, her blonde hair pinned up in a sloppy tail. It's still a little odd to see her in trousers instead of the dusky dress she wore in the saloon; to see that steely glint in her eye instead of a flirtatious smile that never reaches her eyes. She sees him watching, juts her chin defiantly. Yeah, she'll do fine. Glenn's busy eying the flatland. The old man licks his lips, and Daryl wonders if he's thinking about the whiskey that he doesn't drink anymore, not since Rick pulled him out of that saloon and dried him out.
The ranch has been more than their home. It's been their refuge. And Rick is more family than any of them have ever known.
They'll defend his land. Even if it costs them their lives, they'll defend it.
"We ain't goin' nowhere," he says.
.