❝︎︎ 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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"i'd prefer if you shut up"
—
INDIANA HAD NEVER LIED TO HER FATHER.
Not seriously, at least. A white lie here and there was natural. Had she eaten? Of course. Did she stay up reading the night before? Never.
Small things were impossible to be honest about, even in the closeness of their relationship.
But she'd never lied about anything detrimental. Never something that could harm him or their relationship, never something so critical that it could create catastrophe if he discovered the fib in her claim.
The closest was when she was fourteen and Steven Johnson to kiss her. Pinned down her arms, kept her against the wall behind the school at recess. Had Rick not been there for a "Sheriff Grimes Safety School Day" then Steven would have succeeded.
Succumbing to her distraught expression and tearful eyes, he swore to keep it from Shane and the pair never spoke of it again.
When Shane asked her how school was that day, she said "fine" and that was the only time she ever lied to his face.
Until Rick came to her in tears.
"Did you know?" He asked shakily, taking a seat at her bedside where she sketched Glenn's face on a journal. "About Lori? And Shane?"
The dark line hardened against the paper as her hand stopped, eyes widening. She didn't meet his eyes.
But it was enough. He knew.
"Fuck," he swore, shaking his head. "Why—why didn't you tell me?"
"It's not—"
"—That's my wife, Indy," he swallowed thickly. "My best friend."
"And he's my dad," Indiana interjected in a small voice. "It wasn't my place to tell you."
"Wasn't your—" Rick scoffed, "it wasn't your place to hide it from me."
"I don't like the thought of it," Indiana continued, trying not to cry. She felt small, childlike in the spare bedroom of Hershel's home, dependent on the people within it. Confined to Rick's words like a levy to a rope. "What was I supposed to say?"
Rick was quiet for a moment, contemplating her words. He ran a hand through his hair and then let out a shaky breath. Indiana watched as he squeezed the bridge of his nose, jaw clenching.
