Quiet whistles filled the otherwise silent air lingering around him, careful fingers rearranging barbed wire still wrapped so delicately around his beloved baseball bat. She hasn’t seen much trauma yet. Nothing compared to what she would’ve seen if Negan had stayed in his world, but he doesn’t know that. All he knows is he’s gotta keep her clean. ‘ You should see this place, Lu. I mean, we thought Virginia had gone to hell, but this? This is some real I Am Legend shit. Feel like I’m in the goddamn Hunger Games. Keep expecting my ass to get thrown in an arena and told the odds are ever in my favour. ’ Both words and actions paused before he huffed out a low chuckle, as if amused. ‘ Shit. Sorry, baby. I know you hated those films. ’ Typical Lucille. Heart was always too big for this world. Maybe it was best she didn’t live long enough to see what it had become after all. — Or maybe he just tells himself that to soften the grief. It doesn’t work. Approaching footsteps briefly distract him and dark, tired eyes glance up, not even looking a little ashamed that he’s been busted talking to an inanimate object. ‘ Can I help you with somethin’? ’
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