❝︎︎ goddamn, sweetheart, give me a fucking chance. ❞︎︎
❝ ︎︎is saying 'bite me' in poor taste? ❞︎︎
────── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃,
they are born of chaos,
cauterized by loss,
and terrified of love.
【︎︎ the last of us x the walking dead crossover 】︎︎
【︎︎ jo...
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"at least i'm not a virgin"
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INDIANA WAS NEVER GOOD AT BEING SICK.
She got grouchy and bored and annoyed too easily. Impatient and headstrong were two words that described Indiana growing up, and if she focused too much on being bored, she'd only grow more bored.
Shane used to call out of work when she had the stomach bug. He'd make Lori's chicken noodle soup and tell her stories, using her stuffed animals as characters, giving them all different voices.
As she got older, she would spend her time coloring or writing when she was sick. He'd still call out of work and make her chicken noodle soup, but didn't tell her stories or even come into the room. It just helped to know that he was home.
And now, in the apocalypse, following a brief cardiac arrest, Indiana sat up in a bed that wasn't hers, surrounded by humid, thick, Georgia air, no chicken noodle soup in sight.
Indiana missed air conditioning the most.
"Knock, knock."
Indie looked up, smiling when she spotted Rick at the door.
"Hey, cricket," he smiled down at her. "Carl's asking about you. Know when we can break you outta here?"
Indiana laughed softly. "Uh, right now?" She joked. "You're a cop, just arrest my doctor."
Rick smiled, walking over and taking a seat at the chair next to her bed. "Thank you," he said seriously, grabbing her hand. "You're everything to Carl, and to Shane, and I...can't thank you enough for what you did. Seein' you like that, with your heart stopped...all I could picture was Shane coming home and never seeing you again."
Indiana looked down, avoiding his eyes.
"You make him a better man, Indie," he informed her. "You always have."
"I'm just lucky to be his daughter."
"And you are," Rick told her seriously. "Blood or not, you are family. As much as Shane's my brother, you are his daughter."
"I'd do it again," she met his eyes. "For Carl, I would."
"I know. And I'd do it if it were you."
It hit her then, squeezing his hand, matching understanding smiles on their faces, that she was to Rick what his son was to her.
