#bestgolfball

[steavia]

@bestgolfball​​

“excuse me?” lydia narrowed her eyes, immediately put off by what he said. “what exactly do you mean by that?”

after spending enough time with ellie, she’d developed a protectiveness over the girl; she knows that ellie’s told her about joel before, but it’s difficult for her to interpret what he means — and stressful to, as well. she had an almost offended look on her face, slowly shaking her head.

“it’s hard not to take that as a threat when you’re saying she’s meant to be dead.”

[steavia]

@bestgolfball asked:  ❝ you know i love you, right? ❞  ( from silly joel for the laughs )

lydia’s features scrunched up, never quite sure how to interpret joel. it could’ve been a platonic, heartfelt admittance or a completely unwanted romantic declaration—neither were easy for her to react to, but she’d at least hope for the first option out of both guesses.

“okay,” is all she said at first, eyeing him cautiously. “hold on. you... love me? really? in... what way?”

[steavia]

❝ lydia, i need your help, lydia. i'm surrounded by infected, lydia, you need to get here soon. ❞ [ voicemail from joel in a supermarket ]

lydia squinted at her phone. "oh, jesus," she murmured, dialing joel's cell phone number. she waited for the phone to ring, and when she heard the receiver click and joel answer, she sighed. "joel, where are you?"

[steavia]

❝ lydia, you can't trust the people on the radio, lydia, they're all out to get you, lydia. ❞

"joel, it's okay. i'm just... ordering some lunch," she whispers to him, in the middle of the restaurant. "why don't you sit down? it'll look more, uh, natural if you do. so the people... you know, on the radio, won't suspect anything."

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[warmaiidens]

❝ maybe you should sit down. ❞ / for abby !!

Hands shook as she held the hammer in her hand and stood in front of Joel's place. She didn't know where else to go, much of the village didn't trust her. The patrol didn't work out well either. She had been left behind, her 'partner' decided to conveniently leave her and she was left to fight several infected on her own. So when she returned, on foot, she didn't even stop to talk to anyone. Instead, she just started to walk down the street as the rain-drenched her body, leaving her shivering and still breathing heavily.

She could have gone back to her place, but there was no one there for her. No friends, no family, nothing. In truth, she didn't even know why she came to Joel's place either; she doubted he wanted to see the likes of her. There were still questions on her mind about why he even brought her to Jackson City after all she had done.

No argument came from her lips, as she moved over to the chair he had her sit in. Her fingers still gripped the hammer for dear life as if wondering when the next person would attack her. "I had nowhere else to go," Abby finally spoke, staring forward questioning if perhaps it might be better just to leave.

[hcartsleeved]

being   outside   the   qz   had   put   her   on   edge   —   sleepless   and   afraid   of   every   little   noise   in   the   night.   but   she   had   made   it   this   far   while   she   went   on   the   hunt   for   some   fireflies   or   some   commune   she   talked   to   someone   on   the   radio   about   in   jackson   hole.   she   decided   to   map   it   out   —   leaning   over   the   counter   of   a   gas   station   register   while   she   took   out   a   black   crayon   to   draw   on   the   paper   map   laid   out   in   front   of   her.   she   was   directionally   challenged   and   started   to   get   frustrated   until   she   heard   something   outside,   bending   down   beneath   the   counter   before   pulling   her   rifle   out   and   getting   it   ready   to   aim   and   shoot   if   needed            (   can’t   be   too   careful   these   days !   )            but   she   had   the   upper   hand   this   time,   slowly   getting   to   her   feet   and   aiming   the   rifle   towards   the   mans   back.            ‘   arms   above   your   head.   ’         she   said   flatly,   trying   to   hide   the   quiver   in   her   voice.            ‘   turn   around   and   face   me   —   slowly.   ’     / @bestgolfball​      

[pleinsdemuses]

@bestgolfball sent “my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.” for carol

“I'm not afraid of the dark” her voice was soft, understanding “I know what loss is.. The pain, the grief.. I also know that keeping it inside will only make you feel worse.. I want to be there for you. If you allow me ” Carol was an abused wife before the breakout, then she lost her daughter.. Her whole life.. Everything changed from that point forward but she wasn't as strong as she pretended to be. When her group died to the hands of bandits and Clickers everything came back weighting down on her shoulders. The Community did well keeping her mind busy but one could never truly erase the past.