The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return - Moulin Rouge

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"Joaquin Phoenix’s Commodus in Gladiator was certainly an inspiration for my characterization of Joffrey, that had a big impact, the smirk. It’s interesting sometimes  when an audience can empathize with a villain. But to get completely lost in it, it’s exciting just to be intrinsically evil and not to have a speck of good or humanity in their bones."- Jack Gleeson  (x)

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Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

A/N: Hi all!  So I’m taking a quick break from my usual fandom and writing something new, Bethyl.  I’ve been shipping it obsessively since “Still” aired and I thought I’d take a whack at writing a little something for them.  This is my first “TWD” fic and if you’re from the “Fringe” fandom and wondering about “Girl with the Broken Smile” I promise I’m not abandoning it, it’s just that Bethyl won’t leave me alone.  So without further-adieu, here is “Seeking a Friend of the End of the World” and it takes place a few days after the season 2 finale when the group is living on the run. I do not own “The Walking Dead”.


Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

            No matter how much she tossed and turned, Beth Greene couldn’t get comfortable.  It wasn’t much of a surprise; she’d been sleeping in her own room, hell, in her own bed even after the outbreak started.  It had been the end of the world wrapped in a warm cocoon of normalcy.  Sure, she’d heard the news reports on the radio and the TV, yet all it did was make her feel like she was living in a cheesy horror movie.  After all, in what kind of ludicrous reality would the dead start walking?  Rationally, the whole thing was practically laughable.

 However, it wasn’t until the “ludicrous reality” finally hit home, when Beth started to get scared.  She remembered the day Shawn got bit with near perfect clarity.  He’d driven to his best friend’s, Evan, house on account of not hearing from him in a few weeks.  He said that Evan was probably fine but with times like these, one could never be too careful.  When he came home late that night, he’d looked pale and without so much as a word, darted up into his room.  When Beth thought about it, it was the last time she’d laid eyes on her older brother before he turned.  By the time her mother had gone up to check on him, it was too late. 

They heard her scream and the rest was history.

            For days, Beth had been on auto-pilot while watching her dad and Otis wrestle Shawn and her mom into the confines of the barn. 

“They’ll be safe there,” he’d said in a shaky tone as he wiped sweat off his brow “until they get the vaccine.”

He said that every time they brought another poor infected soul home.  “They’ll be safe, just wait for the vaccine” over and over until the remaining Greenes believed it.  Weeks went by and spring faded into summer.  By August, the cure hadn’t come beating on their door, but rather a nearly broken man clutching a bloody child.

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