#lambliing

“you’re very pretty.” he smirks. taking a drag of his cigarette before fingers tap the ash from it’s end. the nail he had painted black. “too pretty to be an american.”

funny enough, though, even when judith was there, it didn’t meant that alana slept well. she often woke from nightmare's and couldn’t get back to sleep. that night was no exception. it was one in the morning, she woke and couldn’t help but smile when she woke up and saw judith peacefully sleeping next to her. she then rises to get herself a drink, talked to her dogs quietly for a moment and then returned to the bed, where judith was now awake.

‘ i’m sorry if i woke you. ’ she says softly, curling up beside the other, holding her in her arms. heart touched when she hears the other say she wants to hear her voice until she falls asleep. alana says nothing, but she shifts her position, reaches to her beside where she kept a small book light and her flannery o’conoor short stories. 

‘ as you wish. ’ she says softly, repositioning them both so they were comfortable, and begins to read until she feels the other fall asleep on her lap. pure bliss.

               The mechanic’s body was curled up in the corner of the bathroom. She thought she had a strong constitution but when she had found out about Santiago’s connection to her “debt collectors,” she had honestly thought she was going to be sick. It wasn’t long until Raf came home so she didn’t bother moving. It took her a moment to even answer his question as to what was wrong with her, head falling back against the wall behind her, revealing frustrated tears hanging in her eyes. ❝ Santiago’s brother is part of the Mexican crew. The one August and I owe. His fucking brother, Rafael. The one that I could fucking kill if I could. ❞ Truthfully, the bitter woman wanted them all dead if she could have it her way, but Oscar had a way of getting underneath her skin.

giant sweater worn as a dress, more-less. fingers push through blond hair, as she stands there - a few feet away. bruised knees & bags under her eyes, violet is becoming a consistent theme to snow white background. she looks tired, yet feels wired. spider legs of blood vessels dissecting the whites of her eyes. "yeah, well.. i didn't know where else to go." she shrugs. has cut her hair, in an act of rebellion. front goes to about her chin, in a weird bob. somewhat of a bang fraying along her forehead. she looks around the room, apprehensively. "you uh.. you see my dad, lately?" she wonders. charles, having been amongst her father's most trusted friends. she highly doubts he hasn't been in contact with silas, or the arms dealer. yet, rae was so tragically unaware with who her dad really was. what he's currently going through, his ties to the mob, or charles' & silas' true professions. white sneaker toes at a pebble on the ground, as she looks downward. pouted lips flushed red as she looks up at him, with a flat emotion. awaiting his response.

Negan walked up with his usual swagger and draped his arm around Dolorus’ shoulders. “Hows my favorite pretty little thing doing today?” He asked, beaming an award winning smile down at her. She wasnt a wife but he definitely flirted with her like he was trying to make her one. “Hopefully Rick the prick hasnt been too damn hard on ya. If anyones gonna be hard, its gonna be me and i can get very hard.” He spoke so smoothly and smirked.

often times, alana struggled with the fact that she felt like she was undeserving of love from anyone anymore. it was all tied to the fact that she had been burned beyond repair, and she was learning every day to try and remedy it, but it was something that was engrained deep inside her, now. but when it came to judith, sometimes, when alana looked into her eyes, she swore that she her worth reflecting back at her. such a strange thought, as everything between them began as a paid service----------------------alana needed a friend. she needed to socialize. who knew that she would have found the love of her life. 

alana hated how cliché it all sounded, but loved how everything turned out. she wouldn’t change any of it for the world. because the two of them weren’t really that cliché. they celebrated their love for one and other every day---------------not just today. 

 she steps in closer to the woman, heart beating in her chest, she raises her hands and presses it gently to either side of the petite blondes face, and leans in slowly, kissing her deeply, lovingly, and longingly. she allows her hands to wander, down to her neck, in her hair. and then wraps her in a warm embrace.

‘ finding you was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. ’ she whispers to the other. ‘ falling in love with you changed my life for the better. ’