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𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 . feat . muses from : fear / the walking dead, game of thrones, saw, and more . 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 .
withalisp , letha godfrey .
❝ yeah . ❞ silence often offers an explanation that verbiage often cannot , attention adverted to the lining of the fabric on the sofa’s cushion , doing all that letha can possibly to do avoid eye contact . more often than not she gets lost in the memories she still holds so dearly of those no longer with us : of the late night chats her and her father would have , of baking in the kitchen with her mother when she was barely old enough to tell the difference between flour and sugar . of roman and the overly extravagant and far too expensive adventures , of which , at the time , letha took for granted . if only she had a rewind button for life , to go back to those memories even if only for a moment , to relive the happiness while she’s so surrounded by death and decay . eventually she’ll build up the nerve to turn her chin , to look at lucille and tell her the truth . ❝ i’ve just been thinking . lips will , but my mind won’t shut up . ❞
❛ they’re gone but you’re never going to forget them . not for as long as you live . things wouldn’t be different if they’d just died, the life we live now sucks, yes, but our memories are what keep us going . ❜ because countless were the nights that lucille sat up until ungodly hours remembering . life before the sanctuary, before the dead began walking, before the worst of their problems seemed to be late fees and overdue bills . where she feared doctors visits and bad news more than she feared the living dead . ❛ memories are all we have left of those we’ve lost . remembering them doesn’t make you a bad person, it makes you human . do you want to share ? sometimes saying them out loud can be relieving, and i’m all ears all afternoon . ❜ in truth ? lucille enjoyed learning of those she would never get to meet, especially if it meant somehow growing closer to someone she had . learning about their past and hearing their memories was simply another way to get to know someone, to show that you were interested was to show that you cared .
hefights, nicholas grimes .
𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 … yet , where his shoulders have the strength to bring the head of a bat to pummel in the skull of the dead , his heart despite all it’s wounds and for all it’s many scabbed over scars , was not so unkind— even now . his mom , if she were still around , would call that strength . to keep on being kind , to keep on being gentle . it wasn’t difficult to be selfish in this world , however what was difficult , was to be generous . and while nick grimes was no saint , none of them were , he wasn’t a sinner either . in that way he was just a fractured little boy , despite the height he held in his favor . “ lucille … “ the boy’s heart clenches at that , shaking his head to himself as a sad smile he attempts to stamp out with a forced one , takes hold over a face with freckles splashed across the bridge of his nose . “ … my mom … her name was lucy . “ it felt like years since he said her name , as it comes out of his mouth and into the air between the boy and woman , hanging there like a friendly omen desperate to cling onto nicholas for dear life .
the most strength that anyone could have in this world is their continued humanity . their ability to hold on to what they once were, pieces of their past lives that connected them to a world before you fought to survive . remnants far and few between, individuals you did not come across often anymore . hand extends to rest gentle touch on nick’s shoulder, comforting and perhaps instinctively maternal, though lucille never got a chance to have children of her own . a squeeze of her fingers, soft and fast, before she smiles in return and pulls her limb back . ❛ she must’ve been a strong woman t’raise a kid like you . ❜ it’s not something she says to make him feel better, not some praise that she gives to a dead woman, no, words are genuine and come from the heart : it took such strength to raise it . she can only imagine similarities between herself and this boy’s mother, for the way he cannot truly meet her eye, the way speaking a single name seemed harder than holding the weight of the world on his shoulder . ❛ did you lose her before all of this ? ❜ her name was lucy . a question too personal, that would only stir - up more unwanted emotions, ones that she could only assume he would not want remembered . ❛ sorry-- doesn’t matter . sorry for your loss . ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 . 𝒐𝒉 , 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒘 .
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . \ @profcne , negan .
❛ i should be workin’ for my keep, same as everyone else . ❜ with defiant tongue, opinion voiced on repeat in hopes of some change . of which would seemingly never come, for being wife meant lounging with feet up and nails clean : a way of life that lucille was not accustomed to . fingers push through curls, brow creased as eyes find their way to negan’s line of sight . ❛ think that’s only fair . ❜
𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 .
hefights , nicholas grimes .
𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 , 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 . what little boy he’d been before all of this , is unfamiliar to him now— more of a stranger than any one else he’d met , as that boy was happy … carefree … and living in a world that only existed now , in the memories of those who could still recall it all this time after it had ended . “ for all you know , i’ve been piggybackin’ it . “ he shoots the untrue words towards lucille , far more kindly than he would have to her husband , a bit of sugar lacing other wise jagged edges . “ … thank you , ma’am . “ what was a human being without a weakness ? certainly not human if you asked nicholas himself , for his weakness was easy to spot . his weakness was the loss he had faced and the holes it left in him . it was nostalgia that threatened to pour out in abundance through the gaps in stretched seams . and in this particular case , it was the fact that she looked like his mom ; dark hair– dark eyes . neither of which he’d inherited himself .
head shakes, smile lifted in ebullient fashion at even the thought . their new world bred survivors, fighters, and there was not a single doubt in her mind that nick was among those that came out victorious . ❛ nah, i really doubt it . y’don’t get to just piggyback it, not anymore . ❜ coy grin, an upturn of one corner of lucille’s mouth to indicate some sort of witticism and knowing . the nature of his gait and the way that he held himself together, those were all the signs of strength : brewed together by this world and it’s circumstances . that same strength is living in each and every human being, waiting for the right moment to prove itself . it’s what separates the living from the dead and the survivors from the living . what gave people the ability to keep fighting, for others or for themselves, no matter what the cost . he’s too young, especially by today’s standards, and her heart can’t help but hurt for the childhood that he didn’t get to finish . ❛ don’t have to thank me for tellin’ the truth . --and you can call me lucille, if you want . ma’am’s too . . . formal, don’t’cha think ? ❜
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . \ @theirtales , negan .
❛ i’m capable . ❜ some people were not built for this world : while others adapted, lucille chose to hold on to what they used to have . the good in people, waiting for everything to go back to the way that it was . the only difference between her and others that thought like her ? she knew that those hopes and dreams were just that, they were memories of what used to and would no longer be . she knew that, she’d done what was needed to be done to survive, all without compromising what she was . ❛ more so than i think you give me credit for . ❜
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . \ @gutspilt , spencer monroe .
cautious approach, feet carry her across the pavement to where spencer stood by the front gate . her stomach turns in knots : after only a few weeks in alexandria with menial tasks until deanna found a suitable job had her growing more and more restless with each passing second . ❛ y’know, if you ever need someone to take a shift in the tower i’m a pretty good shot . ❜ unreserved smile forms, lucille’s head nods towards the watch tower to their side, eyes half - closed to shield from the afternoon’s sun . ❛ not that much has happened since i got here . i just want to contribute . ❜
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . \ @withalisp , letha godfrey .
❛ everything all right, sweetheart ? ❜ concern pushes her brow together, childlike innocence found hidden deep within opposite forest green eyes . lucille drops to the chair next to letha, arm outstretched to rest comforting hand ‘pon her knee . a moment of silence passes, a moment of lucille looking deep into this poor girl’s eyes and seeing all of the pain and loss that she’s felt since the end of the world, and she feels her heart begin to shatter . no longer are people strangers to those kinds of feelings, and that, lucille feels, is the biggest change that came with this new life . --a deep breath, she does her best to put on a happy face, although her smile falters as she speaks . ❛ you’ve been quiet, that’s not like you . ❜
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . \ @lucygrms , lucy grimes .
lucille had made it to alexandria’s pantry with the sole intention of wanting to help . whether that be in the form of taking stock or busywork that lucy didn’t feel like doing, lucille knew that she had to do something . deanna had spoken to her about getting some sort of real school set up, and while she had volunteered to teach, it was still nothing but a dream for the time being . so, rounds were made, help was given where needed, and lucille, for once, felt helpful . ❛ hey, lucy . ❜ words follow a knock on the frame of the door, smile tugging at the edge of her lips . ❛ don’t suppose you got anything that you need help with ? ❜
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . \ @hefights , nick grimes .
though she had not been in alexandria long, lucille’s always had a knack for reading people, and the young man standing in front of her had a certain way about him . a strength that she’d seen mirrored in many men around him, spotting similarities even with her husband . ❛ you’re a lot stronger than you look . ❜ compliment and smile to follow is genuine, head tilted to the side as arms cross over her chest, a gesture she makes as nonchalant as possible . ❛ i may not know you well enough, but the fact that you’ve survived hell for this long’s gotta say somethin’ . ❜
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . \ @walkertorn , aiden monroe .
❛ you the one i should talk to about going on a run ? ❜ tepid footsteps carry her towards the young man nestled against a nearby car . deanna’s son, little shit from what gossip she’d heard around town but he means well-- most of the time . there’s a list held between two of her fingers, items she’d noticed alexandria’s learning institution was lacking-- textbooks, especially . one of the most overlooked memories from the past were those from school, an archaic establishment too out of style for the new world, but still one hundred percent necessary . children still needed to learn to read and write . ❛ i’m more than happy to go, it’s just school supplies really, but i’d probably be able to pick things out a lot easier than you guys . ❜
in most verses where lucille is not physically with negan she usually goes by her maiden name, lucille marchand .