i'm still alive

Once satisfied with where Solara was now seated, Lisa moved close to her, still cradling the boy’s head against her. Sweet gibberings of a baby learning to speak turned to crying coos from being pulled from the warmth of her body, all things NATURAL for an infant of his age.

There was still a WORRY for all of this. If something happened to the baby, she’d have to explain what had happened.

❝ If Negan or Simon comes in, you have to give him back, got it? ❞

“Got it.”

Though she hated the idea of having to give him back, especially at the click of the door opening, it wasn’t something she could fault Lisa for. Letting her near the baby alone was probably something she wasn’t supposed to be doing, much less holding him. Caution wasn’t something to throw to the wind.

Nekkid Times || @dcadtastic

It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d ever made the request to her. Hell, they’d seen each other naked often enough that it wasn’t even uncommon anymore. But when he asked her to strip, a tiny spark of excitement burst in her belly, and she readily complied, careful to take her time with undressing. He always enjoyed a little show. 

First came the hoodie, one of his old ones she’d stolen when he’d first invited her to move in with him. Then a belt she’d scavenged from the others. Grimy sneakers that she’d worn since the outbreak. Socks that were mostly holes. Jeans that were starting to fit tight around the waist, but slid easily down her bare legs. Her tanktop, tossed at him as her breasts came free, pert handfuls bared for his pleasure. And finally, a pair of black silk panties, looped around her finger as she drew closer to him, straddling his lap with a cheeky smirk.

                                       To say it was easy was a complete fucking lie. It took the two a long ways to get where they are. Simon fought to try keep her from getting too close to him. He snapped and snarl, but she broke through it all. The rage in Simon seemed to settle and only she could calm him down when he needs it.  Both girls are his world. He’d use his last breath to make sure no harm ever came to his girls. He realized this when Solara became an interest of Negans. Simon could love and respect Negan, but he couldn’t let Negan have the girls. They were his long before he realized. 

“I missed the both of you little shits. It’s not fun what you don’t have anyone to pull your head out your ass.” He glanced at her fondly. What he really means is he needed her, but she wasn’t there to calm him down. He made a few mistakes on the road. He put lives in danger because he was hot-headed.

“Injuries– nah, not me. Few of my crew are hurt, but nothing too serious.” His hand reached out to her side, pulling her close as he started walked in the direction of their place. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone.”

Sometimes she wondered what had ever prompted Negan to ever turn his eyes on her. But all it had taken was a few quips about Luna needing a daddy, or Solara deserving a stand up guy like him, to set Simon to straights. Maybe, she foolishly hoped once upon a time, he’d done it to get Simon to stop pushing her away, but for whatever reason, it all worked out. Though she kept her head down for the most part, trying to keep herself out of the spotlight. She didn’t need another reason for Negan to try and take them from Simon. Not when he was becoming the man she needed. For the first time in her life, she felt entirely safe just in his arms, just with his heart beating so close to hers. He protected her from the world, and she protected him from the demons in his head. 

A glance was spared toward the other men coming into the compound, her eyes catching sight of a few patches of blood on grimy shirts. But he was right, nothing serious. The doc could fix them up, no problem. “Think maybe somebody upstairs is listening to my prayers for once. I keep asking for you to come home safe and here you are.” She sighs, her arm wrapping behind his back to keep herself balanced, hand slipping into his back pocket. 

               “Thank you.” She said, sincerely, and Beth touched the girl’s hand, softly. “I appreciate the concern, I really do.” Her eyes lifted, and she LOOKED over her shoulder. Solara was right, she needed to get back. “Listen, you were right,  I DO have to go… but…” She smiled, friendly, hopeful, “I’ll talk to you later? Maybe when it won’t get us both in trouble…?” She LIKED her, she felt something that reminded her of her LOST group. Friendship. She wanted to be her FRIEND. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” The answer was immediate, and it wasn’t something she regretted saying. Not now, at least. Having a friend within these walls, when everything else was going to shit, wasn’t a half-bad idea. Even though there was a sinking feeling in her gut that striking up this sort of friendship would only lead to misfortune on her part. “See ya around, Beth.” Solara reached over to pat the girl on her shoulder with a smile before turning and walking away, hands shoved deep in her pockets.

Since returning home Simon has been quiet. Thinking lots about the mess he’s getting himself into. He caught himself just in time before he tried picking up a children's toy. Even just as the gate opens he knows she’s going to be there waiting for him.

                                “C’mere baby,” he says when he seen her approaching. He smiles a bit to himself when he feels her arms wrapped around him tightly. It’s fucking weird that someone gave a shit about him. The entire time he’s been avoiding from getting close with anyone. Yet here he was tripping over himself because of some TINY ANGRY BRUNETTE. He kisses the top of her head. 

“How are both my girls?” 

When they’d first been brought here, the last thing on her mind had been getting caught up with anyone here, much less the man who’d nearly shot her for a twinkie. Attachments left you vulnerable, and Solara already had a child to think about. Anyone else would only complicate things. Yet here she was, burrowing into his warm chest to keep out the cold, trying to be as close to him as possible. She cared for Simon, more than she’d ever cared for a man before. Not that she would say it to his face. 

Her main concern whenever Negan sent him outside the compound was the idea that he could possibly never come back. She tried to quash the fear from her mind, but it was only when Simon was back in their room, real and breathing and alive, that the weight on her heart disappeared and she could breathe again. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, embracing him as she leaned up to press a quick peck to his lips with a smile.