hope wrapped around
her ankles and drug her
through the mud
?????? ????? book one
╱ the walking dead
season 4 && 5. fem oc x male oc.
frank darbont. trigger warning.
mature. t...
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chapter two stranded
𝒊𝒊 . 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅
Prim trudged up the staircase, a deep sigh leaving her lips as she did so. Hand resting longingly on the rail, she paused at the top. She wondered for a moment, if she had made the correct choice. Apart from moral, Prim wanted nothing to do with the strangers downstairs. This was her safe haven, and she had opened the door wide for them to step in and easily take it over. Despite the threat she placed down, and as courageous she may have looked, she was nevertheless a simple teenage girl. Daryl could take her down in seconds, if he really wanted to — and that terrified her. She didn't know why he left her breathing after she had a shotgun pointed to not only his forehead, but Beth's as well. She figured it was because they took the chance to look down the length of the barrel and see the young soul that had owned it.
Prim just hoped her decision didn't end with her life.
Or worse, Teddy's.
Her hand dropped from the railing and she stepped slowly down the hall, as though she clung onto the last few seconds of her sister's safety before she reached the door to the room she hid in. Trembling knuckles knocked a strategic symphony — a set of knocks, one, two, one, two. She could hear the shuffled footsteps run up towards the door before it was pulled to a crack, revealing a blonde fringe hiding Teddy's eyes. She peeked through the door before she pulled it open once she had seen Prim standing before her, and not an unfamiliar face.
"Are they gone?" Teddy's voice was emotionless, but the gleam in her eyes that frayed between excitement and fear told Prim that deep down, she hoped they had still been here.
The brunette pushed down the small pint of frustration she felt upon seeing Teddy's expression, reading the tinge of excitement she had instantly. Teddy had always voiced her hope in finding people, often times expressing that she felt lonely and wanted a friend to talk to. Prim had always shut it down whenever the conversation was brought onto the table. People brought bad news. They brought connections and feelings and memories — there was nothing she hated more.
Prim sighed and shook her head once. "They're eating downstairs."
The corner of Teddy's lips raised. "Are they staying?"
The older of the two declined instantly. "They leave in the morning."
Teddy frowned. "Ah man."
With a roll of her eyes, Prim held out her hand. "C'mon, let's get some food in your tummy." The blonde smiled at that and stuffed her hand in Prim's immediately. The two sisters trailed downstairs and into the kitchen awkwardly. Teddy, upon seeing the stranger's rummaging through their cabinets, tilted her head in confusion and took a step forward, mustering the toughest look she could.
