asdamaged: (We're a family)
Rita Bennett ([personal profile] asdamaged) wrote in [community profile] adddictions 2012-05-30 05:35 am (UTC)

here's the rest of them

Timeskip

Rita had an idealized vision of how bringing her second son into the world would be. It did not include the community recording her holding her new baby boy in her arms covered in sweat with her hair sticking in four different directions. Still what could she do, but smile and introduce him? Harrison Morgan seemed ready for his first close up anyways.


Genderswap

Rick's friends are quick to accuse him of rolling over too quickly for the first woman to come along since Paula. Maybe it isn't manly to say things like she saved him, but it was the truth. She pulled him out of that ugly, hopeless place. She was more of a mother to his kids than Paula had ever been. Wasn't that the important thing? Only an idiot would think Dextera's late nights at the stations were anything, but that.

Fairytale

She dreams of being saved just like any other princess. In her apple induced slumber the queen never lets her get far in the fantasy. There is no hope. She will sleep forever for foolishly placing her fate in this prince's hands. Queen Gail is very insistent upon that last point. For many months that is all she knows. Princess Rita's life consists of half realized dreams of salvation and her mother's cruel words.

Out of nowhere soft lips press against hers and it is no longer a dream. She is back in the world safe and sound. In the privacy of her own mind the princess smugly says, I told you so.

Post-apocalypse

No one ever believes Rita when she explains she survived the end of the world with her son's baseball bat. She tries not to take it to heart. It is rare to find a mother among the survivors and only a mother could understand her position. When your children are in danger a baseball is really all you need.

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