A/N: I needed to write a little something for her and I was thinking about this last night so, here is a little blurb for boyfriend.
It was their second night in the house. It was quiet, almost too quiet, the way it was on the road. The living room was filled with gentle breathing. The air was so full of life that Ophelia almost couldn’t take it. Her cheek pressed against Tara’s chest, she could hear her gentle heartbeat. Ophelia slept there every night. Every night since they had picked her up, saved her life. There was very nearly a dent in Tara’s shoulder just for her head. Even before everything happened, she new no comfort like this. She felt guilty to admit it, even silently to herself. She didn’t even know she could like women before. Now Tara consumed her every waking moment, they didn’t spend time apart. They couldn't afford it.
That first night, they had slept on the side of the road, Ophelia couldn’t sleep. Every time she drifted out of conscience she startled awake again. Tara noticed the little jolt of wakefulness. She was on watch, sat against an old truck. Slowly she creeped over, shaking Ophelia’s shoulder. Ophelia was a mess, dirty hair, ripped clothes. She’d barely spoken a word, but if Tara haden’t done anything they would have left her behind. She couldn’t let that happen.
“Can’t sleep?” She had asked. Ophelia shook her head, keeping her eyes on the ground. That night they spoke, in hoarse whispers, about nothing. What they liked, what they missed. Tara had stayed up, letting Ophelia rest on her chest, an arm around her. A strange girl she hardly new. Glen haden’t said anything when he took his watch, but they exchanged a look. Tara haden’t moved. They stayed like that till morning.
Ophelia gazed about the room, the high ceiling, the bodies all lumped together.
“Can’t sleep?” Tara whispered, bringing a hand up to stroke the back of Ophelia’s head. Her fingers tangled in her curls. Ophelia shook her head, clutching at Tara’s shirt. “Yeah. It’s too quiet.” Tara sighed. “I don’t like not having my gun.”
“Tar,”
“Yeah?”
“I’m scared.”
Tara took a breath, pressing a kiss to Ophelia’s temple. “I know. It’s weird here, but I have a good feeling, I want this. For us. This could be a good place, a home even.”
“I don’t just mean that.”
“Oh,” Tara frowned.
“I mean, I’m always afraid. I can’t remember a time I wasn’t afraid. Even before. Tara, you were built for this, and- and I wasn’t.” Tara swallowed painfully, her grip tightening around her. “I don’t know how long I’ll last but,” Ophelia sniffled, “I’m scared.”
“I know. I’m going to keep you safe. No matter what, Ophelia. You’re the only thing I care about in this whole shitty world. I promise you. I won’t leave you. I’m not losing anyone else.” Tara grabbed the sleeve of Ophelia’s shirt, “See this? This shirt you took from me? That’s a sign. That means you’re my girl. You’re under my protection. Not even walker’s can step on my territory.”
Ophelia could hear the smile in Tara’s voice, even if it was too dark to see. She giggled, the pressure in her stomach loosening ever so slightly.
“You’re stronger than you think. A pretty tough chick, actually. I’ve seen what you can do with a handgun. You’ll be okay. Even if you have funky brain chemicals.” Tara poked her head. “You’ll be okay.” Even as she said it with as much conviction as she could muster, she couldn’t be entirely certain. She’d lost people before, the ache of her sister, her niece. She’d trusted the wrong person and that had gotten them killed. They were in as safe of hands as they could be now, she knew that, but she could only trust herself to protect who she loves. She hated that; they were behind walls now, they had shelter, warm showers, food, and dozens of people. It had to be okay. She would make it okay, no matter the cost.
