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_{If you are easily bothered by mature themes, then this isn't the account for you. That being said, if i ever post anything that you’re not okay with or that triggers you, Please let me know! The last thing I want to do is harm someone with my writing. THIS ACCOUNT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS. I will not write with anyone under the age of eighteen. There are no exceptions to this rule. I would prefer those I write with are twenty one but 18+ is also acceptable.}..   RULE TWO
_{My accounts are and always will be a safe place for me. I reserve the right to block those who make me uncomfortable. Bringing drama my way, being rude, racist, homophobic, ableist or transphobic will get you blocked. I always put my real life first. However, i will always give notice if a reply will take longer than a week. I would appreciate it if my writing partners would do the same.}..   RULE THREE
_{All ships are based purely on chemistry and will only be developed between two consenting adults. I will participate in writing lewd upon request, only given that both the writers and the characters are the appropriate age. It will not be written with anyone under the age of eighteen for obvious reasons, and so your honesty involving this is a must. There must always be chemistry otherwise I find it pointless & boring.}

..   RULE FOUR
_{I understand that people are prone to spelling mistakes and typos, so you don't have to worry about making a few mistakes. However, if it gets to the point where I cannot understand you, I shall address it. Returning the same amount of effort is extremely important to me. That being said, I can do anything from novella to one-liner. Just give me something to work with and all should be fine.}..   RULE FIVE
_{This account, like all my others, remains selective when it comes to interactions. This is not because of my ego but simply because I struggle with anxiety and don't want to overwhelm myself. That being said, I do love developing and my messages are always open to do so even if it takes me a little bit to reply. I appreciate everyone's understanding when it comes to this.}..   RULE SIX
_{Trigger warnings for this account and character include; strong language, drug use, addiction, sexual themes, alcohol abuse, loss, self harm, trauma, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, death. These will be tagged when necessary. If there is something in particular you need tagged, please reach out and let me know so that I can add it accordingly.}

. independent, original, selective portrayal of evaline greene from the walking dead. .
. loved dearly by mimi ( 25 / she / her / gmt ) .

dossier

.   ..   BASICS_{. first name . evaline mary greene.
. also known as . eva, evie, cowgirl, doc, red, more tba.. date of birth . 13 / 08 / 1990
. age . twenty one as of season one.
. zodiac . leo / libra / cancer.
. gender . female.
. pronouns . she / her.
. orientation . pansexual.}.   ..   BACKGROUND_{. birthplace . atlanta, georgia.
. current home . virginia.
. language(s) . fluent in english and french.}

.   ..   APPEARANCE_{. faceclaim . madelaine petsch.. hair . long red hair.
. eyes . chocolate brown.
. height . 5'3.. scars . a large scar on her right leg stretching from above her knee to mid calf, obtained during a car accident, a scar on the left side of her waist, obtained from cutting her side on glass, four small self inflicted scars on her left upper thigh.}.   ..   PSYCHOLOGY_{. character traits . intelligent, resilient, resourceful, loyal, self destructive, detached, anger issues, insecure.. likes . baking, swiming, painting, guns.
. dislikes . spiders, god, small spaces.}

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story

From the day that Matthew Greene was born, there was a shadow cast over him. It was one that only he could see, trapped in his mind. And it was caused by his older brother, Hershel. Everything Hershel did seemed to be perfect in the eyes of their parents, whereas for Matthew, nothing was ever enough. Hershel was better. Matthew found himself competing with his brother, as soon as he could. He needed to be better. He needed to be perfect. That was all he wanted in life. To be better. The best. Herschel had no idea this was even going on. He loved his brother dearly. But Matthew couldn’t let go of his need. When Hershel decided his career path would be veterinary, Matthew put himself through medical school in order to become a surgeon. Better. But then Hershel got married and had a baby. A milestone that Matthew hadn’t even thought of achieving. So, he got himself a girlfriend. She was a nurse at the hospital he’d been working at. She was beautiful, she was smart. Matthew chose her because she would impress his parents too. Everything he did was calculated. Chosen carefully in order to curate the image he wanted. Two years after Hershel had brought his daughter, Marggie into the world, Matthew and his now wife, Mary, had their own child. He had been hoping for a son, hoping that he would have something his brother didn’t. Instead, he had a daughter. They named her Evaline, after Mary’s late mother. It didn’t take long for Matthew to decide that he did not like children, not even his own. It wasn’t because Evaline herself had done anything, other than cry. He just… couldn’t. Maybe there was a wire crossed in him or he just didn’t have a heart. Whatever it was, Matthew did not love his daughter.He did, however, see what Evaline could be. She could be his shining accomplishment. She would do more than his brother’s children would even think of. He neglected Evaline for the most part, unless he needed something from her. Or to rub her accomplishments in his brother's face. He only cared about what Evaline achieved. As Evaline grew, she strived to earn her father’s love. She did everything right. Church every Sunday with her parents, top of her classes, cheerleading captain, art classes, ballet classes, anything that would earn her some kind of appreciation. Or just acknowledgement. The only time he would spend time with her was when he would teach her his hobbies, his interests. Like shooting or how to sew up a wound. Every second spent with his daughter was him pushing her to be perfect. Evaline spent her entire life trying to stop herself from snapping under his pressure. She did everything that was asked of her. From her father, from God. Shortly after Evaline turned seventeen, she finally felt like she’d earned her father’s love. She had fought tooth and nail to earn herself a spot at one of the top medical schools in all of Georgia and not only had she got in, she'd gotten early acceptance. Matthew was ecstatic. None of Hershel’s children seemed interested in the medical field. Matthew was excited to shove the accomplishment in his brother’s face at every chance he had.Every time Evaline came home from school, they’d make the drive out to Hershel’s farm. Every holiday, Matthew would speak highly of his daughter’s accomplishments as if he loved her and not just the things she achieved. Evaline would beam, try and play it off as nothing. Just like he had told her too. Two years into her studies, Evaline returned to celebrate Christmas with her family. Like every single time before, they made the drive to the farm. Evaline in the backseat, Mary up front with her husband. They’d been playing Christmas songs, singing to every word. Evaline hadn’t seen the deer and Matthew saw it too late to stop. He swerved instead. If it hadn’t been such a winter, they probably would’ve been fine. They would have been able to stop. But they didn’t. The car spun on the ice, it spun and spun until it slammed into a tree. Mary died on impact, not responding to her daughter’s sobbing pleas for her to wake up. Evaline was stuck in the car, something was pinning her leg down. It was agony, it was bleeding. She was terrified, her entire body shaking. Matthew stirred in his seat, groaning as he pushed the airbag out of the way. Evaline begged him for his help, for him to call someone. He gave no reply. The car was smoking, she was panicking. He left her. Matthew stumbled from the car and made his way to the road, clearly trying to get away. Despite the fact that Evaline screamed for him, begged him to come back and help her out. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. It was her Uncle who called for help when they didn’t arrive on time. Matthew was found lying by the road, they were too late to save him. Evaline was found in the back seat, right where he had left her.

That Christmas was the day her world ended. The day her mother took her last breath, the day she lost every version of her father. The fake one she had constructed in her head that loved her for who she was. And the real version. The one who left her in a car that seemed like it was ready to set itself on fire. When Evaline woke up in the hospital, she wished it had. Evaline wished the car had gone up in flames, burned her and her mother until there was nothing left. Then, she wouldn’t have to feel the grief staining every inch of her. She wouldn’t have to know that her mother was going to be buried side by side with a man who probably held no love for her. She wouldn’t have to be questioning every single thing she had ever known. She blamed God. Her entire life had been spent following every stupid rule in his book. Evaline was twenty years old and she had never once committed a sin. She had followed God’s word, her father’s word. Look where it had gotten her. She hated God. She hated him with every bone in her body, even the broken one in her leg. Because he had finally done it. He had finally taken her mother from her. The doctors said her mothers death was instant. But what does instant really mean? How long is an instant? Is it a second? More than just one? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. It meant nothing. She was gone.Death had taken both her parents. Despite her prayers, despite her tears. Despite her faith and her commitment. He stole them. And there was no light. There was no comfort. There was only pain and there was only fear. Evaline doubted that her mother’s pain had been instantaneous. She'd probably felt every second of that instant. And the second that both of her parents' hearts stopped beating, Evaline finally understood death. She no longer questioned what it really was. She knew what it was. She'd felt it. Her heart had been crushed, a numbness spread across her body. All of the lights inside her shut off. She died. Sure, she was still breathing, heart still beating. But the lights inside of her were switched off. She was empty. And that is what death was. Emptiness. It sucked the life out of everything until all that was left was a hollow shell. That’s what Evaline was. A ghost of the person she'd once been. She was no longer a daughter. No one would say that her and mother looked so much alike or that they could see her father in her eyes. All they'd see now when they looked at Evaline was death. Loss. Pain. Grief. All those prayers where she'd begged God to spare her of the pain, spare her of the grief and he'd given her the opposite. He’d coated her in it, sewn it into her skin, made it an everlasting part of her.And as Evaline buried her parents, standing above their grave dressed in black. She didn't pray. She didn't ask God to make sure they passed on safely. She didn't ask him for anything. He wouldn't listen. Because if there was one thing that Evaline was sure of, it was the truth about God. He wasn't up there. Maybe he was once but he wasn't then, he hadn't been for a long time. He'd fled their world and left it to rot. Left everyone to rot. He didn't care. There was no happy ending. No light at the end of the tunnel, no greener grass. There was Life and then there was Death. And then there was Evaline. Stuck in the in between. Drowning in the grief she'd been cursed with. Maybe God had heard her prayers. Maybe he'd simply decided she didn't deserve what she wanted. Maybe he simply hated her. But the feeling was officially mutual. God, if he truly was up there, he would pay for what he'd taken from her. If he truly hated her, if he truly wanted her to be in pain. If he truly wanted her to be dead. She refused to give him the satisfaction. He didn't deserve to get what he wanted. She had to live, even if it was purely out of spite. Even if it took her an entire year to start feeling like she could breathe again. An entire year filled with physical therapy to fix her leg and a long silence that she refused to fill. She’d moved into the spare bedroom in her Uncle’s home, and took a year off college to heal. Herschel had said being surrounded by family would help. And it did, in a way. Just as Evaline was starting to feel like herself again, another tragedy struck. The end of the fucking world.

seasons

..   SEASON TWO
.            ^{( THE FARM. )}
_{Evaline’s introduction to the group is when she and Maggie see Rick running across the fields, Carl in his arms. She works together with her Uncle in order to save Carl’s life. At this point, she is still struggling with not only the loss of her parents but the other losses her family have faced due to the virus. While Maggie grows closer with Glenn, Evaline still finds herself shutting people out. The only person she truly speaks to other than Beth, is Carl. As the farm falls, Evaline manages to escape with Rick, Carl and Hershel.}..   SEASON THREE
.            ^{( THE PRISON. )}
_{After losing yet another thing when the farm fell, Evaline found herself remaining closed off. She was angry. She spent the majority of the winter on the run either hunting for food with Daryl or helping ease Lori’s worries about her pregnancy. She found herself opening up a little more to the group, letting more people in as time went by. When they found the prison, it was like a relief. But it wasn’t, not really. Evaline knew it could be, she saw exactly what Rick did. But all that followed was death. And war. And more death. More people for them to lose. Evaline struggled between her want to die and her need to live. She just wanted other people to stop leaving her behind.}..   SEASON FOUR
.            ^{( THE FALL OF THE PRISON.)}
_{The Governor was gone, their group had grown. Life was good. They hadn’t lost anyone in a long time. Evaline spent her time working side by side with her Uncle, as a Doctor. Just like she had always planned to be. Occasionally, she would partake in runs or even help Rick with the crops. But mostly, she would help their people. Or watch Judith. Evaline was starting to enjoy life again, as much as she could. But then she got sick. Glenn too, and Sasha. So many more. She tried to help people in the sick ward the best she could but it wasn’t easy, she was only getting worse. When The Governor returned, Evaline was only just starting to feel better. She could still barely stand. She had been packed onto the bus with the others with only the stupid nightdress on her back and her knife. She should’ve known nothing would stay good for long. Even her escape wasn't good. The bus crashed, people started turning left and right. Evaline had to crawl for her freedom, slicing her side on the glass from one of the broken windows. She ran into the woods, delirious. After letting her anger get the better of her when seeing Maggie’s signs for Glenn and only Glenn, Evaline had decided to give up. She’d lay down in the forest and waited for God to take her. Instead, she was found by a group of men. Led by a man dressed in leather and carrying a barbed wire baseball bat. LONGER DRABBLE HERE.}

..   SEASONS FIVE AND ON.
.            ^{( THE SAVIORS. )}
_{After being found in the woods, Evaline joined The Saviors and began working to climb the ranks within. In barely any time, she had climbed all the way to the top, earning her spot as Negan’s third in command. She was still angry. Angry for so many reasons. But rather than trying to talk her through it or tell her to let it go, Negan helped her turn it into something useful. He helped her change her anger from something holding her back to something that would help her make sure she never lost another person again. He didn’t just save her life that day in the woods, he brought her back to life on the inside. For the first time since the death of her parents, Evaline felt like herself again. She had a purpose. She had friends. A home, a bed. It was nice. Until she saw her old friends, on their knees in front of her new leader. Evaline had stayed hidden, not wanting to see what was going to happen, knowing she couldn’t stop it. From that moment on, her loyalty began to waver. She tried her best to not break Negan’s trust. He had done so much for her. But the news of Hershel’s death, Beth’s too. It was all so much for her to deal with. She was slipping. All it took was one push from Carl for her to help. She tried to make it up to Negan, making it her job to help him get his voice back. She knew she had a lot of forgiveness to earn, but Rick seemed content in letting her live in Alexandria, even if it was under careful watch at first.}..   CROSSOVER
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. matthew greene . father, deceased.
. mary greene . mother, deceased.
. hershel greene . uncle, deceased.
. beth greene . cousin, deceased.
. maggie greene . cousin, alive.
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