The Walking Dead: Louis x Reader

We the (Hungry) People

"Time to wash up for dinner," Marlon tells everybody.

Being back inside the walls comforted you. There's rarely a herd of walkers who overrun the area, and raiders haven't really ever came by. This is a place that you can gladly call home, and the people who surround you, your family.

Louis trots up to you in a coy manner, "by the way, (Y/N), we're playing war after dinner. You're gonna join us right?"

A good card game helps pass the time for everyone. So whenever opportunity strikes, Louis always has his cards ready.

You nod, grinning, "that sounds kinda fun actually." You needed the distraction. You figured that beating Louis at his own game would most likely brighten your mood.

You friend beamed with joy, "awesome! When you're done washing up come back out to find me."
You waved goodbye and head off to your room.

—

To you, washing up was splashing bottled river water on your face.

"God, I would kill for a hot shower." You thought out loud.

It's kinda ironic. When you were a kid you would fuss anytime your mom tried to bathe you. Now you would do anything to be able to have hot, running water in a real tub.

Mom.

"I'm sorry." You apologized with a whisper, thinking about your mom.

You disregard your sad feeling by thinking about Louis, one of the few people who makes you genuinely happy.
"Okay, (Y/N), happy thoughts. Uh, Louis. His dumb jokes, the way he can always make me laugh."

A gentle smile creeps onto your lips as you thought of it, "and his eyes, the way they twinkle in the light." Your heart begins to pump faster.

"And, uh, his smile. The way it can light up any room."
You kept thinking about his smile, his lips. Sometimes you could just ki-

"Nope. Nopenopenopenope." Your face flushed with heat. So you grabbed your water bottle and messily poured water into your hand and splashed it upwards into your face. At least you're not sad anymore.

The room temperature water felt cooling on your sweaty, hot skin.
Looking around for something to dry with, you spot your old baby blanket on the floor, just below your bed.
Smiling, you pick it up and pat your face dry, taking a deep breath in as you do so.

The smell of honey and daisies flood your nasal cavities, filling your mind with happy memories.

"I can't believe you still smell the same, even after all we've been through." You look at the slightly torn cloth reminiscently.
This blanket brought you comfort when you first arrived to the school. You were scared and lonely, so you always carried it around; it reminded you of your family. Although after growing up you've kinda hid it away out of fear of being ridiculed by your peers.

Still softly smiling, you folded the blanket and gently laid it at the foot of your bed.
You scan your room a final time, checking if there's anything else you might need to take care of.

"I think I'm all done here," you confirm to yourself. And with that, you head back outside.

———

The humid air from the late night hits you as soon as you walk out the front doors. You frown at the thought of your hair getting frizzy because of it.
It's a little funny that this is what you worry about now; dead walk the earth, and here you are thinking about your hair.

Everyone is off doing their own thing. You're all just waiting to eat. Can't be too much longer now.
You look over to your left and see Omar and Louis preparing tonight's dinner.
Well, Omar was. Louis was most likely annoying him with his commentary again.