ā¦So, this is hella late, but at least I wrote it, right? The other(/last) one will hopefully follow this one soon, but who knows. I did try to aim for fluff (again), but I think the shot went a bit wild and landed in the vicinity, but not quite, y'know? IDK. The prompt was āThe Futureā, as in: what would you think the future would look like for Jesus? Apparently, the answer to that was: a cabin in the woods with Daryl and Lydia and theyāre all out there because the brainās a fucked up thing, especially after the Whisperer War (though in Lydiaās case, itās more feeling safe with them over all else) and they donāt want to subject anyone to their Brain Gremlins. Or something. Also, any words within the [ ] brackets are in Sign Language. Keep in mind for mobile readers: thereās a read more for convenience. Find it on AO3 here, but otherwise⦠There was a knocking on the front door, loud and constant. There was also the sound of talking and laughter, the sound of more than one pair of boots on the porch. Despite knowing who they were and knowing theyād be around, Lydia still tensed up, eyes darting to the door then to the hallway where the bedrooms were. She didnāt hear anything from the hallway and, once the knocking started up again, got up and quickly walked to the door. She opened the door with a tight little smile. Almost immediately, everyone on the porch quieted, happiness and excitement replaced by concern. Lydia watched Judith muscle her way to the front, brow furrowed. āBad day?ā she asks. Lydia nods. āNot the best company,ā she replies, ābut I think theyād appreciate seeing you guys.ā Judith scoffs. āI hope so,ā she says. āEspecially since we havenāt seen them in forever and we walked all this way to get here.ā āJudith,ā Aaron gently reprimands, putting a hand on her shoulder. Judith sighs, rolling her eyes, and Lydia smiles more genuinely. She opens the door wider, then steps back into the cabin. She wanders down the hallway as the others get comfortable, her fingers trailing on the wall lightly as she goes. She rests those fingers on the closed bedroom door, chewing on her lip as she hesitates. Would they really appreciate seeing anyone? Would either of them even come out of the room to say hello? Lydia likes to think so, but now sheās not so sure.
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