Lucia Williams parents had always been strict, especially towards her more than her big sister Paula.
She wasn't allowed to have friends that were guys, she wasn't allowed to eat unhealthy, she wasn't allowed to be out too late, sometimes she wasn't...
TRIGGER WARNINGS - There are a lot of mentions of blood and violence in this chapter, Towards the end there are descriptions of a panic attack.
CHAPTER THREE !
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A month. It had been a month since Lucia arrived at the sanctuary. It didn't feel real to her.
Lucia was sitting on a bench, watching her daughter play with some of the other kids in the sanctuary. On her right side, Laura was seated, her head leaned back with closed eyes enjoying the nice weather.
"Your daughter might just be the sweetest kid I have ever met." She heard Arat mutter slightly on her left side.
"Yeah she's great," Lucia answered, a soft smile that wasn't quite reaching her eyes.
Arat straightened herself up, looking at Lucia. "What's wrong?"
She shrugged her shoulder, "I don't know, it just feels weird."
Laura's attention turned to the two of them, she copied Arat's action, straightening her posture so she no longer was slouching on the bench. "Okay tell us," She bumped her shoulder with Lucia's, "What's wrong?"
"It's just," Lucia took a sharp breath, trying to find the right words, "I've been here for a month now, I haven't killed anyone since I arrived," Lucia told them, she looked at their faces for their reactions, all she received were blank and confused looks.
"I mean, I've killed three walkers since I arrived, only three!" She exclaimed to them, "I haven't had to kill anyone for me to survive in a month, I used to have to do that at least once a week." Lucia's brows were furrowed as she was shaking her head.
It didn't feel real to her. It felt like a dream, something that wouldn't last, dreams had never lasted long for her. And as much as Lucia hated to admit it, she was slowly beginning to feel...safe at the sanctuary. Yes, they had a leader that could be really shitty sometimes, and a whole lot of the people there got on her nerves, but not all of them.
Yes, sometimes she'd snap at some of the people there because they were being gross, yet Negan didn't seem to give a single shit whenever she put the perverts roaming around in their place.
She's mostly been talking to the women around the place, hell she'd even been talking to Negan's multiple wives. Mostly Sherry.
She met Sherry after her first trip to the Hilltop, she felt bad for the poor woman. Sherry offered to marry Negan when he threatened to kill her husband Dwight. Of course, Negan being Negan, he agreed. But the punishment wasn't enough, he burned Dwight's face with an iron.
She snapped out of her thoughts when Laura spoke up, "You do realize that's a good thing, right?" Her brows were furrowed, a look of sympathy on her face.
