The lovely @squeakowl offered to let her first smutty one-shot be featured on this blog so here it is! It’s also on Ao3 if you’d prefer to read it there and to get give this lovely writer some kudos
“Hey Cat!” Maggie’s drawl broke the silence, and Catherine Baker dropped the feather she had been trying for the last ten minutes to affix to the shaft of one of her arrows. The feather was warped, and she didn’t have enough glue, so she very much needed to make the repair work. But some other time, because it was starting to irritate her, and her work always got sloppy if she got frustrated. She couldn’t afford sloppy when her arrows were all that stood between her and starvation. Or being walker chow.
With a sigh she picked it up off her lap and set it aside for the moment. “What, Maggie?” Cat tried to keep her annoyance out of her voice.
“T-Dog found a little lake in the woods, and it looks like it’s thawed. Cold as hell, but safe. We’re all gonna go in pairs so we can get clean. You coming?” Cat was immediately on her feet. It had been a long, uncommonly cold winter, which, despite the fortuitous fact that cold seemed to slow walkers down, had resulted in most of the group being reluctant to strip down and partake in any sort of bathing. Consequently, they all smelled almost as bad as the walkers. You got used to it, though.
“Definitely, I’ll put all this away and meet you by the cars?” Maggie nodded and disappeared out the tent flap. Shortly after, Cat wandered out of the woods and into the clearing with the cars, with her quiver, bow, and knapsack stuffed with relatively clean clothing, some towels, and a bar of soap. Her dark curls where clipped back, framing her pale face.
I thought of a Bill headcanon last night in which Bill has been around for so long and therefore he’d suddenly use words or phrases from different time periods that he still likes. i.e.: “Wow Kid! This place really is the cat’s pajamas!” or “Don’t sell me a dog pine tree! I know what you’ve been up to!”
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Readings closed, backlog response:
This is the cutest ask. I see a dog playing in a quiet pool surrounded by pine trees. Dog is sniffing and pointing, enjoying the sunlight. Dog is hanging out with an older lady with a head scarf who is watching over. This whole thing is precious 🐾💕
driving up the coast in your old jeep, your dogs are in the backseat and
she’s beside you, eyes sparkling. hiking along the coastline, stopping
to take photos of her sun-kissed skin against the rugged scenery. the
way she loves your dogs as much as you do makes your heart full. she
holds you close in the tent, and her hair smells like pine trees and
campfire, your dogs linger at her feet when she offers you a tin mug of
coffee in the morning, and everything is right.