#lucilleisms

“Um, Lucille, is it?” he asks a little hesitantly, a small smile coming to his lips. “Am I correct?”

“I... just wanted to thank you - Negan, too - for taking me in. I know I’m not much for fighting but I’ll prove my worth in other ways.”

Every bone in Lori’s body wanted to attack the other woman. Lori didn’t necessarily blame her specifically for having to come and take their meds but she was the one to do it. So Lori’s anger was currently aimed towards her. “We barely have enough food to feed half this town and now you come and take our meds too. You can’t take half our stuff and expect us to still be alive to get you more” Lori snapped. She should have left it as it was, what she said before was bad enough. “You’re worse than the dead” She paused. “And don’t think we won’t make you pay”

Sam kicked her feet up on the leather couch in her parents’ living room, a lock of her hair twirled around her finger. “New guy’s some kind of prodigy or some shit, huh? Just looks like a wannabe Joe Dirt or something to me. What’s his deal anyway?”

   it wasn’t until a tin fell from her pocket & rolled out from  behind  the  car  &    slightly down the road, that she realised they weren’t going anywhere.

Lisa rarely joined the others in games or had the want to be apart of the little “book club” where they discussed the narrative forms and author’s purpose behind two young adults falling in love or what the fuck kind of spells Harry Potter was having trouble learning this year. In truth, she preferred idle conversation to pass the time, though she rarely had anything to discuss at length with them. It was better that way, she had rationalized upon coming here; if she didn’t get to know them, she didn’t have to worry or care and could focus solely on finding her children.

“I let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty”