"how drunk are you right now?"
you were laying beside the brunette, head resting on her shoulder in a sad daze. you had tears in your eyes, threatening to fall.
and you knew that if you said a word about it, you'd be sobbing for hours on end. but it's tara, she'd never judge you.
"i'm sorry just- he's such an asshole!" the tears started, and continued as you ranted on about your shitty boyfriend.
tara stayed quiet and let you cry, rubbing light circles on your arm in an attempt to comfort you atleast a little.
finally when the tears had ceased to quiet
sniffling, tara sat up and brought you with her, hugging you properly. she kissed your cheek softly, before uttering a few words.
"you deserve better, i'm sorry hun"
YOU ARE READING
WALKERS, the walking dead.
Fanfiction- short imagines for 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. all from tumblr lowercase intended includes blood/injury mention, possible implied smut, swearing, angst etc.
