apocalyptcs:
ledcmas:
the air clung to desperate body , too thin for the health freaks . muscle lost in some areas ; gained in others . she missed them , some of the better days when she’d run these parts . alone , with no company , no safety net to fall back into . there’s nothing to say ! oddly quiet for a woman with too much to say . none & all of it could be due to the presence of delilah , a ghost of her past & the eldest of her sisters . a month had already passed , but none of the days made speaking to her easier . ( she did not hate her , did not resent her she loved her , she was happy beyond words . but something … something was off . was it the time passed ? )
she’d barely gotten the handle that seeing her family again , dispersed across the country , was a chance slim to none . & yet , the world had granted her clemency & managed to let her reunite with delilah after four years . how do you express that amount of gratitude ? barrel continuously pointed into the wet floor , eyes surveying all but the surface in which they walked . footprints , maybe she should’ve been paying closer attention . her body peeked behind hers , a soft hand eased onto delilah’s attention to let her know she was there . ❛ we should greet our guests properly then . ❜ toothy grin turned even her most vicious creases upside up , patting back before both hands handled rifle again . 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 , 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 . ❛ come on out - & don’t make me count to ten ! i’ve been told i’m quite terrifying when i reach zero . ❜ @apocalyptcs + @rxcklessly·
daisy had spent the better half of almost two years alone , so finding a familiar face in crowds of dead was a relief no matter who it had been. of course, she hoped it would’ve been her spouse but knowing gabe and her niece were still kicking was a whole weight off her shoulders. the thought of family always lingered in her mind but far as daisy knew, all were dead — long gone, buried six feet under or walking among the infected with the same brainless horror. father she could bare, hoped he was one of those things with no glory left — correct or not, she prayed judgement day claimed him for the amount of time he spent torturing her ( all three of them )
with the falling leaves lacks subtly and while cautious, daisy isn’t too worried at this hour. she hasn’t seen hoards in weeks, especially not this far into the thicket of forest, it was mostly other survivors on the occasion and animals. “ i think hopper remembers you both, “ the youngest le domas remarks, glancing over at her dog and god daughter briefly. not another word comes out before she hears the familiar crunch, none of them the source — then followed by a statement. no, the voice rings a little too familiar. “ panda ? “ the question comes out before whiskey hues even settle on her older sister, both of them — heart halting in shock. they’re alive, both of them and suddenly it doesn’t even matter that she was so enraged with del she’s just overflooded with relief. gun lowers instinctively and she wants to cry. “ holy shit, “ @rxcklessly·
𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄. having another person around, that is. years being a duo, of only looking out for himself and his daughter. it is odd having a third person there with them now. something to just get used too— can’t imagine they’ll be separating anytime soon now that they’ve found each other again. even though looking at her brings a degree of pain stabbing through his chest. she isn’t pandora and he feels guilty for wishing someone else in daisy’s place. daisy is his family, he loves her like a sister. and at least margot will have one of her aunts from here on out.
it had been sometime since they had seen a dog that wasn’t infected or feral out in the wild. margot’s little laugh was like music to the ears. this new world demanded that she grow up too fast. childhood so swiftly robbed from the little girl. it made ones heart swell to see her playing, laughing— just being a kid for once. it felt good. but good doesn’t last for long out here. he reacts on instinct as soon as the sound of someone approaching reaches his ears. one hand grabs margot and forces her behind him protectively, the other goes for the hand gun in the waist of his jeans. but that voice— that voice gives him pause. daisy feels it too. he can tell just by looking at her that the familiarity is too striking. then that name leaves her lips and he moves to get a better look at their guests. it can’t be pandora. he is so sure she is long dead. spent years looking for her and just knows that not even god himself could keep her away from their daughter. if she had been alive she would have found them some time ago.
❛ holy shit is right. ❜ he mutters. his dark eyed gaze settling on two faces he hasn’t seen in years. both delilah and pandora are standing right there, armed and dangerous. and jesus fucking christ, he doesn’t even know how to react because it is like looking at two ghosts. only vaguely aware is he of margot tugging at his pant leg, brows furrowed in confusion over his stupor. ❛ daddy, what’s wrong ? ❜ / @bvdmoons·
