my last wish was to sleep beside you in our tent, to hide you so well in the afterlife that no god could take you from me again. my quiet love was yours from the beginning.
Hello, you.
( Lucille smiled as he leaned into her touch, making her quietly laugh as her eyes watered up. oh God how long its been....and now she was here, he was here. Never did she want to lose him again, )
you arent dreaming, I promise you that much. I've been doing →
+further into that very real warmth. ]
. . . lucille?
[ his hand *not holding the bat reached up to her face, cupping the side of her head. trying to confirm this is real. it's her. ]
her voice was brisk, quiet and on the verge of trembling as the facade she learned to create around the burazi now faltered, all attention gone from conversations prior, eyes only ever set on Negan now.
Unlike Negan, her stay with the burazi had been...surprisingly a bit more pleasant. No cell, her own room, the last bits of treatment for her cancer. Hell, she should be shouting to the rooftops with joy over such luck, but this had it's...expenses to cut.
one being she →
always planning...It all came to a halt when the door opened, Lucille grimly smiled at Croat out of false kindness, only for her front to fall, her hands nearly letting go of her own cup as he stood there.
𝘩𝘦. 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘏𝘦𝘳'𝘴. Her 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙.
“ Negan... ” →
❛you could have anyone you want, dear. anyone at all. you don't have to wait for me.❜ / ❛i would wait until the end of the world if it meant i got to have you one day.❜
tipsy, hm.ᐣ
( there was a smile curling on her lips before her hand made it's way to the side of negan's face. God how she missed the man, her head tilted to the side. )
always loved that bravado you had, but honey Im no hallucination.
honestly, i'm a little tipsy and i roll with it.
has anyone ever said ya look blow your fuckin' socks off pretty smokin fuckin hot for a hallucination, mama?
“Mhm. Lucille Smith. I suppose you might know my husband, based on that reaction.ᐣ” Lucille smiled with slight amusement, although she couldnt help but ask...
was he even still alive now.ᐣ
“Is he alright.ᐣ Negan, I mean. he still breathin'.ᐣ”
a brow raises in return when she says her name, his expression giving away his familiarity with it.
" uh ... lucille?"
he repeats, slight tone of disbelief.