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Jane Hayworth | 27 | Doctor | Straight | Single

I'm Jane, got a boo-boo?
I'll fix you up real good and quick, well, depending on how severe the wound is, or unless you're dead, in that case, I can't really help you.

(RP Blog)


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posted 2 years ago with 2 notes

Lost/Found

lincolncobb:

The night was treating him well. It was cool up in his tower, a contrast to the surely simmering heat outside; the sky, black as ink, was splashed with the milky white of their galaxy. Without light pollution, those who survived these days were blessed with such a view. 

It was late - or, early, as he figured, - and the watch had been quiet. Lincoln sat draped in his chair, one arm hanging down loosely, the other keeping his head from drooping. Outside, locusts hummed; and in, a pup lounged across the desk, keeping one cautious eye open.

He mumbled something to the dog, which he’d been doing a lot lately. It wasn’t until he was given an ear to chew that he realised he needed one. Now, he was too tired to be very coherent; multiple sweeps made, trust in his watch dog, Lincoln allowed himself to drift.

For the first time, the dog showed its stuff. The guard was shaken by the guttural snarl, the sound, however small, reverberating through his chest like tremors. Lincoln stirred, hands immediately to his gun.

“Pick-” He cut himself off, readjusting, turning his attention out the window. The scope he looked through bathed the landscape in eerie green. “What’s it?”

Lincoln didn’t know the dog had it in him. Something intrinsic had told him something was off. And to think, Michael was going to cook the damn thing.

With Pickles simmering down to a low growl, nose pressed to the glass of the window, Cobb swept the area, trained eyes following to the source of the animal’s irritation. 

He could barely make it out, with the angle and the pitch darkness, even with the scope’s night vision to assist. But there was something - something - and as it slumped to the ground, Cobb’s finger tightened against the trigger. 

But his thoughts, as too often they did, flashed back to the last time he pulled that trigger at an unidentified target. The last time he shot mindlessly without thinking, like a trained dog following orders. He thought about the last Outpost. And with a pause, his finger slipped off.

“Shit,” he cursed, shifting and bringing his gun back. He flicked the safety on and pushed away from the window. Pickles went silent, but observed the man with a cock of his head, eager for the what next. What next, for Pickles, was to stay here, Lincoln ordered, gruff and distracted as he cracked open the door in the floor and mounted the stairs. He pulled the plank down again and descended, ignoring Pickles’ pleas to join.

Lincoln’s heart was pounding with each deliberate, hard step he took. If he was walking to this gate just to open it to a walker he was too doubtful to take down, he swore to God - He cursed again, spitting the sound into the dead air of a sleeping Outpost.

He lifted the large pin keeping one door locked into place, gun stuck at his side. His fingers itched, twitching around the trigger, thumb against the safety. He clicked it off as quietly as he could.

The large door was swung open with a groan, and instantly, Lincoln’s stormy eye was staring down the scope, nose of the weapon aimed straight at the mass of - now that he can see, person - against the dirt. Bloodied, battered, practically down for the count. Though the person wasn’t clawing or gnashing for his flesh, Lincoln still knew, that ingrained guard-dog training, that he could not, under any circumstances, take visual cues for disproof. 

The more he stared, his ears practically twitching to hear for even breathing, the more it registered - who it was, who the beaten figure was at his feet. He’d recognise the hair alone, however matted now, anywhere. 

“Fuck me,” he swore, shocked, half under his breath. While muscle memory locked his gun to her like a target, Lincoln’s demeanour softened slightly, the held burning air in his lungs leaking out in something close to a sigh. Jane. The good doctor, now the picture of the things she set to heal every day. Who would heal her?

“Jane. Jane Hayworth. Hey - Jane.” His voice was just bordering on panicked, shrouded in some hard authoritarianism that just went with the territory of his job. As much as he’s begging her to come to, he’s ordering her to. 

Human instinct told him to gather her up and take her inside, get her some help immediately. But guard’s instant overpowered, leaving him wary and anxious, large hands skimming over the woman in a lost attempt to touch down. 

“Look at me,” he tried again, letting his knees sink to the ground next to her. 

In this close proximity, he really hoped she wasn’t infected.

 Jane stood at the edge of a field; the sun was bright and admirable as the white, downy clouds danced by. She looked down at her feet to see that she was barefoot, her eyes trailed further up her body, a lilac colored dress hung to her curves and Jane couldn’t resist running her hands along it, to feel the soft fabric that rested along her body.

 The dewy grass beneath her felt glorious on her bare skin, she walked further along, letting her hands gently caress the tall blossoms that flowed next to her, it was almost as though the flowers followed her, wanting more of her easy touch.

 Off in the distance though, the brunette could see a small cottage; smoke billowed out of the chimney and logs of wood were stacked neatly outside. Through the small window, Jane could make out two figures and as she shuffled closer a gust of wind hit her back, letting her long tousled hair flow through the hard wind, her dress picked up at her feet. She began to run, something in her telling her to do so, something familiar.

 It was almost like a never ending sprint that she put herself in, the field of foliage seemed to keep extending as she tried her hardest to make her way to the cabin. She splashed into several tiny streams along the way, wetting the bottom of her dress but she hardly cared.

 Her breath was even the whole run there; never once did she feel like she couldn’t breathe or that it was becoming heavier with every step she took. And even with the blaring sun shining down on her, she didn’t feel the heat, nor did she feel the sweat that she knew should have taken over her in an instant.

 But that hardly mattered at the moment, for when she got closer to the cottage, did she see that the two figures inside were a man and a woman, they seemed to be preparing dinner and it only heightened Jane’s inquisitiveness. She tried desperately to smooth out her chaotic locks, but soon decided to forgo it since they weren’t cooperating in the least.

 Opening the cabin door, taking note that it did not creak, she peered around carefully, not wanting to alarm the couple should they want to bring her harm.

 But it seemed that they already knew she was there, for when she turned the miniscule corner, they were already facing her, and only then did her breathing become deep.

                                                                                                                

Jane briefly became aware to her surroundings by the sound of someone speaking; a deep voice, calling her name. Once, twice, a third time. The voice sounded familiar, she’d heard it before, it was a voice that dripped in familiarity and she nearly chuckled at the feeling of safety.

 She heard a soft thud that landed by her head and then that same voice, seeming to beg for her to look at them. Still on her side, she could feel the weight of her supplies strapped to her shoulders and she groaned as the pain of it came back to her again.

 She licked her lips and finally opened her bleary eyes to see Lincoln, oh that sweet devil of a man had found her, of course, she should have figured, he was almost always on guard duty and it brought a sensation of happiness to her throbbing form.

 “Li-Lincoln?” Her voice was hoarse and scratchy, it hurt to speak, but she continued anyway, suddenly realizing why he was being extra cautious with her. “Not…infected.” She whispered, so quietly that she didn’t think he could hear it.

 Jane was surprised with herself in that moment though, she wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t think to tell someone that she wasn’t infected…her mother would be proud.

 She let out a huff of air, black spots already clouding her foggy vision as she tried to speak again, “Dead.” A pause. “He’s…dead.” She swallowed the saliva that had built in her mouth before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The last image she saw was of Lincoln’s strong face.

                                                                                                                

 She laughed loudly as she shoved another over stuffed fork of vegetables into her open mouth. The man chuckled at her, “Got enough in your mouth there, sugar pie?” Jane shook her head, swallowing the buttery vegetables before speaking. “Never enough.” The man snorted then, before he too took a large bite of the mixed vegetables.

 “You know, you two talk way too much while eating.” The woman smirked. The man grinned, “You like it.”
“I suppose I do.” She turned to Jane, “You know you get that from him.” Jane chortled, “Well you’re talking just as much as we are.” She jokingly protested, defending herself and the man seated next to her.

 “She gets that from you.” He spoke. The woman looked to him, happy confusion marring her beautiful features. “Gets what?”
 “The feistiness.” He admitted; shoveling some mashed potatoes into his mouth.

It seemed this night, Jane couldn’t stop herself from smiling or laughing or a mixture of the two. It was hard not too, the air was contagious with joy and even if she tried, she didn’t think she’d want to anyway.

Sat next to her were the two people she missed the most in her life, one she never got to meet and the other, gone from her life for so many years. And somewhere in the back of her big brain, she knew this wasn’t real; it must have been a dream, but for as long as it would allow her, she would pretend it wasn’t.

For tonight, Michael and Francine Hayworth were here; warm, happy and ostensibly alive. And she would enjoy it for as long as her addled mind would allow it.


So Close - self para/drabble

She shook a little as she neatly folded several articles of clothing before placing them in her backpack, the one she had come to the outpost with. She had packed some medical supplies with her; anti-biotics, suture needles, rubbing alcohol and a bit more. Those were necessities she would bring with her everywhere now a days, even if others found it to be silly or over prepared, there was no such thing as over prepared. Adding to her already slightly heaving backpack, she threw in a vanilla smelling bar of soap and a few sharpened bolts that she had just made a couple days ago. Her crossbow already held several bolts, but she always carried extras with her in case she couldn’t get to the arrow she just shot.

 It was from nervousness and eagerness that she was shaking so hard and unable to just…sit. Her head was spinning with the realization that she would be seeing her mother in a few days’ time, Henry had told her the trek to the camp her mother was at wasn’t that far away from the outpost, only about a three to four day trip on foot. And so with that information, she had made sure to pack extra of everything, especially weapons. But her backpack wasn’t particularly heavy, she would carry her crossbow across her back and she never carried a gun with her, it was too loud, but her crossbow and butterfly knives were quiet, just how she liked them.

 Jane adjusted her white wife beater shirt before letting out a small sigh and pulling her hair up into a ponytail, it was early morning and already the heat was radiating through her relatively cool apartment and soaking into her skin. It was going to be a long day if already early in the morning it was this hot out.

 There was a curt knock at her door and she left her bedroom to travel out to the living room and opened the door. Henry appeared with a smile on his face and a glistening bottle of water in hand, he tossed it to her as he entered her apartment. “Nice place you got here.” He acknowledged, pacing her home before taking a seat on the old couch. Jane smirked, opening the water and taking a small sip. “Thanks.”

 He lifted his feet up and placed them on the coffee table while leaning back with his hands above his head, she walked around the couch to face him, taking a seat next to the dark haired man. He was wearing dark baggy jeans, what appeared to be a light blue t-shirt and a leather jacket, his boots, that now resided on her coffee table held dirt in the crevices, they looked worn and if she wasn’t mistaken, it looked as though they both held a steel toe. “About time we should get going.” He spoke. Jane nodded, “What time is it?” Henry lifted his hand from the back of his neck and looked at his digital watch, “11:30.” Jane sighed a bit, she knew she should have woken up earlier, but she could hardly sleep last night as it was.

“Are you all ready to go?” He asked after a short pause. Jane turned to glance at him, “Uh, yeah-yeah, almost, just got to pack a few things and I’ll be ready.” She stood, excusing herself from his sight before heading to her bedroom and swiftly shoved several other objects into her backpack. She pulled out one of her butterfly knives and shoved it into her back jean pocket, turning to her closet; she pulled on her worn, leather brown boots before again, shoving another one of her knives into it.

 Biting her bottom lip, she looked around the room, wondering if there was anything else she should bring with her, anything she might have been forgetting, when a sudden realization popped into her head, she turned and headed once again for her closet, standing on her tip toes to reach to the top for a small box that she kept hidden. Pulling it out and down she walked over to her bed and sat upon it, opening the box and smiling at what she saw. Shaking her head, she shoved the small box into her backpack and stood up, zipping up and tying the pack before shoving it onto her shoulders and heading out to the living room where Henry resided.

 He was already standing by the door, sipping on some water, he too had a backpack at his feet, larger than hers and she briefly wondered what he carried in it before she was brought out of her revere, “Ya ready?” He asked, smiling at her as he shucked on his pack. Jane turned to look around her apartment, smiling, knowing that she would be back and with her mother in tow made her smile even bigger and brighter, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

                                                                                                               

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posted 2 years ago with 4 notes

Star Gazing - Jane&Adam

the-adam-jackson:

jane-hayworth:

It was strange, coming up here in the middle of the night, waiting for a young man to show up. Jane hadn’t ever really taken the time to come up to the roof of the hospital to look out at the stars, in fact it was at night that she was at her busiest. It may have calmed down with residents of the outpost coming in for a checkup or two, but that was the time when she would go through the supplies the hospital had and would write down and check what they were running low on and what not.

It was pretty tasking, considering that the hospital was such a large place with so many medical supplies, and by the time she was ready to head home, the sun would already be setting.

 So yes, looking out at the stars in the middle of the night was a strange thing for her to be doing at the moment. And she was itching in anticipation, for the arrival of Adam and the frank apprehension of leaving things unattended down below.

But Adam seemed a good sort, he was funny and Jane was always one that needed a good laugh here and there, and he was kind, not pushing her to the edge like she dreaded when in conversation with others, and it did help that he was handsome. What with his dark, curly locks and cocky grin that seemed to be glued onto his face all the time.

 Jane sighed as the warm night air surrounded her and encased her in its tempering heat; she stripped out of her thin sweater and tied it around her waist, leaving her in her white tank top as she crossed her arms across her chest as she stood looking out over the hospital roof top.

  She didn’t mind the heat, though it did annoy her at times, especially when trying to look her best, but throughout the day and her unscheduled shifts at the hospital, her nicely braided hair would become messy and fall out, her face would become red with the heat and constant walking around, her eyes would become strained throughout the day, leaving them looking tired and dark.

So at the moment, she didn’t feel particularly good to look at and she briefly wondered if she should of splashed some cold water on her face or pull her loose hair back, but the tell-tale sign of the roof door opening, exited her out of her thoughts and she turned from her spot at the edge of the roof to turn and see who it was.

Adam was excited that Jane had agreed to meet him and watch the stars with him. He still hadn’t met a lot of people at the Outpost but he was happy that Jane had been one of the first. There was just something about her that pulled Adam in. It was probably partly because she didn’t try to at all. In fact, she seemed like she would be much happier if she just flew under the radar completely unnoticed but Adam couldn’t help but notice her.

He hadn’t done much at the Outpost besides drink and sleep, he had gone out exploring a bit but hadn’t found anything too important. He wanted to go out and search the hospitals for Jane but he hadn’t really made enough friends and didn’t want to go out by himself. So he figured that would have to wait.

Leaving the apartment that he shared with Valerie, he walked across the Outpost to the hospital. He tried not to think about the guilty feeling that was building in his stomach. Adam knew he wasn’t doing anything that should make him feel guilty, after all he and Valerie weren’t more than friends. Sure they kissed and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it but it wasn’t like they had ever talked about what it meant.

Besides, just because him and Jane were going to be doing something romantic didn’t mean that it meant anything, right? Sure Jane was someone he liked flirting with. She was sweet and funny and drop dead beautiful but Adam didn’t know what that meant. Jane didn’t really seem the type to jump into anything too quickly anyway.

Climbing the stairs to the roof, he opened the door and smiled when he saw the silhouette standing there in the shadows. “I really hope you are Jane and not some guy taking a piss over the edge of the roof.” He teased, walking over to her. Leaning in to greet her, he kissed her cheek. “How are you doing tonight, beautiful? Did you have a rough day?” He nodded at her slightly disheveled appearance. He knew that her job couldn’t be easy and he kind of liked the way she looked. It was natural. That’s how he wanted things to be between them. Natural.

Jane pulled back a little surprised at his kiss but none the less accepted it and smiled in return, “I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” She chuckled. “When do I not have a rough day?” She countered, answering his question with one of her own. Today wasn’t as bad as other days had been, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t any easier. Finding out that they were running low on certain medications put a stress on her that could only be countered with more work to take her mind off of it.

 But, regardless of the stress she found herself in, day in and day out, she was…happy, glad if you will that Adam was here, that she had agreed to such a thing in the first place. A date? Perhaps, she wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it was something she needed.

 Jane smiled as she pulled her hair over one shoulder, letting out a puff of air in the process. “How was your day?” She asked, a sudden nervous tick entering her system that had been absent all day. She wasn’t used to men giving her attention like Adam was giving her. It was odd for her to think of that someone could be interested in her in the slightest.

She stepped back from the edge of the roof, shoving her hands into her back pockets as she stared at him. He was taller than her, and his curly hair only added to his height it seemed. He looked lean with muscles hidden under his clothing, she could only imagine how his muscles contracted.

 Where did that come from? She tried to never let those kind of thoughts enter her mind, but from the attention Adam was giving her since he arrived, it was almost inevitable that such thoughts would form.

 She licked her lips before biting her bottom one, shuffling her feet a bit under his gaze. “H-have you eaten?” She inquired, moving from his body to grab at her small backpack that was stashed behind several large cartons. “I-I brought snacks.”


Star Gazing - Jane&Adam

It was strange, coming up here in the middle of the night, waiting for a young man to show up. Jane hadn’t ever really taken the time to come up to the roof of the hospital to look out at the stars, in fact it was at night that she was at her busiest. It may have calmed down with residents of the outpost coming in for a checkup or two, but that was the time when she would go through the supplies the hospital had and would write down and check what they were running low on and what not.

It was pretty tasking, considering that the hospital was such a large place with so many medical supplies, and by the time she was ready to head home, the sun would already be setting.

 So yes, looking out at the stars in the middle of the night was a strange thing for her to be doing at the moment. And she was itching in anticipation, for the arrival of Adam and the frank apprehension of leaving things unattended down below.

But Adam seemed a good sort, he was funny and Jane was always one that needed a good laugh here and there, and he was kind, not pushing her to the edge like she dreaded when in conversation with others, and it did help that he was handsome. What with his dark, curly locks and cocky grin that seemed to be glued onto his face all the time.

 Jane sighed as the warm night air surrounded her and encased her in its tempering heat; she stripped out of her thin sweater and tied it around her waist, leaving her in her white tank top as she crossed her arms across her chest as she stood looking out over the hospital roof top.

  She didn’t mind the heat, though it did annoy her at times, especially when trying to look her best, but throughout the day and her unscheduled shifts at the hospital, her nicely braided hair would become messy and fall out, her face would become red with the heat and constant walking around, her eyes would become strained throughout the day, leaving them looking tired and dark.

So at the moment, she didn’t feel particularly good to look at and she briefly wondered if she should of splashed some cold water on her face or pull her loose hair back, but the tell-tale sign of the roof door opening, exited her out of her thoughts and she turned from her spot at the edge of the roof to turn and see who it was.

posted 2 years ago with 4 notes

amanda-desmond:

jane-hayworth:

I’ll miss you too. I promise I’ll be careful. Remember, I was out there for seven years before I found this place. I think I can survive a couple of weeks at the most.

No, I think I can pack myself. Thank you for offering though. I won’t take a lot, I’ll leave some of my things here at the hospital and my apartment.

I know, I know. I didn’t mean to sound like I don’t think you can take care of yourself. I just worry. You know me. Can’t help it.

Okay. And it’ll all be here waiting for you when you get back.

I know you didn’t, it’s nice to have someone to worry about you. But I’ll be fine, I promise, I don’t want you to stress yourself out over this.

Thanks Amanda, again.


amanda-desmond:

jane-hayworth:

Thanks Amanda. I-I promise, I won’t be gone long, I’ll be back before you know it.

I always was a mama’s girl. hah.

Good. ‘Cause I’ll miss you. And please be careful out there. Bring as many supplies and weapons as you can carry. D’you need any help packing things up?

I’ll miss you too. I promise I’ll be careful. Remember, I was out there for seven years before I found this place. I think I can survive a couple of weeks at the most.

No, I think I can pack myself. Thank you for offering though. I won’t take a lot, I’ll leave some of my things here at the hospital and my apartment.


amanda-desmond:

jane-hayworth:

I haven’t done something for me in a long time. And I-I don’t think I know how to-to put myself first…but, I’ll try.

Hah. I guess not. I’ve always had a way with my mom.

I have faith in you, babe. This is a good thing. Getting to see your mom is a very good thing. And you deserve it.

I had a feeling that was true. How could your mother not be wrapped around your finger, what with you being so great and all.

Thanks Amanda. I-I promise, I won’t be gone long, I’ll be back before you know it.

I always was a mama’s girl. hah.


amanda-desmond:

jane-hayworth:

Amanda I-I don’t know if I can though. How could I just leave everyone? That’s- that’s not the kind of person I want to be.

Don’t think like that. Please. You know I’ll support whatever decision you make 110% but… This is your mom. If I had the chance to see my mom again, alive and whole and happy to see me- I wouldn’t think twice. So don’t worry about what other people would expect you to do or letting other people down - this is for you.

Besides, it’s not like you couldn’t convince her to come back here with you.

I haven’t done something for me in a long time. And I-I don’t think I know how to-to put myself first…but, I’ll try.

Hah. I guess not. I’ve always had a way with my mom.


I-uh, I might - shit, nevermind

the-adam-jackson:

jane-hayworth:

I-I know, I mean, you’re right; this does seem to good to be true…but, I think I might be willing to take that chance.

Care? Yo-you care about me? If I go, of course I’ll come back, I-I don’t think I could ever truly leave this place…and the people in it.

I trust your opinion. You know best what the right decision for you would be.

I do care about you. Is that bad? I’ll be waiting for the day you come back.

No! It’s-it’s not bad. It’s-well, it’s quite nice to have someone…care about you.

Okay. Just..don’t wait to long, yeah?


I-uh, I might - shit, nevermind

the-adam-jackson:

jane-hayworth:

I-I don’t know. He has pictures of me, from years and years ago. How else would he have gotten them if only from my mother?

You-? It’s okay, if I go, I’ll be fine. I-I know how to take care of myself. Please don’t worry.

I don’t know. I guess that makes sense. I guess it’s just that after everything that’s happened I’m a bit wary of trusting that things can actually go right.

I know you can, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t care about you. If you go, will you, will you come back?

I-I know, I mean, you’re right; this does seem to good to be true…but, I think I might be willing to take that chance.

Care? Yo-you care about me? If I go, of course I’ll come back, I-I don’t think I could ever truly leave this place…and the people in it.


amanda-desmond:

jane-hayworth:

He-he said that she saved his life and brought him back to her group, known her since then I suppose.

I-I-I guess I’m thinking whether or not I should leave the outpost. Finding my mother, to-to see her again, after seven years, to be in her arms without a guard nearby, it’s what I’ve dreamed of for, well, forever.

But I-I’m needed here, I know that. And I don’t want to-to be selfish, but I…I just want to see her so bad.

Jane, listen to me. I know what it’s like to want to miss someone more than you can put into words. If the possibility of ever getting to see them again presented itself- Jane, it’s not selfish of you. At all.

I think you should go with him. If that’s what you want, then you should go.

Amanda I-I don’t know if I can though. How could I just leave everyone? That’s- that’s not the kind of person I want to be.


amanda-desmond:

jane-hayworth:

I-I’m not sure, I mean, he has pictures of me. Where else would he have gotten them from but my mother? He-he said that she’s at a place where she’s needed, a place where she can’t just up and leave, so she sent him instead. I-I don’t know where she is, I didn’t ask him, I should have though.

Right… It only makes sense that the pictures would come from her I guess. Did he mention how he knows her? I mean, obviously they’re at the camp or outpost or whatever together, but-

I don’t know, Jane. What do you- What’re you thinking?

He-he said that she saved his life and brought him back to her group, known her since then I suppose.

I-I-I guess I’m thinking whether or not I should leave the outpost. Finding my mother, to-to see her again, after seven years, to be in her arms without a guard nearby, it’s what I’ve dreamed of for, well, forever.

But I-I’m needed here, I know that. And I don’t want to-to be selfish, but I…I just want to see her so bad.


amanda-desmond:

jane-hayworth:

He said that my mom’s alive, she-she sent him here to bring me back to her. He has pictures of me from years ago and I-I…

Oh my god… Jane’s that’s- Well- Do you think he’s telling the truth? If she’s alive then why couldn’t she come for you herself? Where is she?

I-I’m not sure, I mean, he has pictures of me. Where else would he have gotten them from but my mother? He-he said that she’s at a place where she’s needed, a place where she can’t just up and leave, so she sent him instead. I-I don’t know where she is, I didn’t ask him, I should have though.