π§ββοΈ New #TWD OC; Lynora.
π§ββοΈ Prefers to be called Lyn.
π§ββοΈ No canon connections.
π§ββοΈ Literate, descriptive 45+ writer.
π§ββοΈ Storylines, banter.
π§ββοΈ DMs open for OOC conversations.
π§ββοΈ Single shipping.
π§ββοΈ Planned ship w/ @YoungestDix0n.
Any π are greatly appreciated.
"I'll be fine. Y'all two need time together."
They really do, as Hope is very much a Daddy's girl. But it was best that Lyn had her for her part of their trip.
Both missed him dearly; but Hope missed him more.
At least once in the house she was able to get the bag off.
Coming closer she'd peck the side of Hope's head, then her husband's cheek.
"I'm gonna unload the backpack, then get what's in the saddle bags. I got a decent little haul."
Her back wants to snap in half from the weight. Thankfully they aren't too far from their house."
He smirked, pride stuck to h
The corners of his eyes
His gaze shifting from hope to her
"She did- she said dada" he was trying very hard to keep a straight face.
Luckily she's old enough and big and strong enough to support her own neck.
He might not show emotion but the blonde is certainly tearing up a little.
"She sure did." Yeah, the woman is grinning as Hope clings to her father and grabs at his vest while babbling.
Daryl held his breath.
" 'd she just--" his jaw set. Don't.. show emotions...
Slowly, carefully he took Hope from the sling, supporting her neck and bum as he shifted her into his arms
"D'ya just say dada?" He asked her softly.
"Of course she is. But we're kinda bias." And she is one proud mama.
"Just some walkers. Had a small group blockin' the road a bit."
Then they'd both hear some babbling then a clear "Dada" come from Hope.
Who cares that Lyn's back hurts from a heavy backpack. Their daughter
It was sort of strange that she had the bike this time and he had the truck. But with Daryl hunting, he needed the bed of the truck.
A faint chuckle passes her lips. "Yeah, but she's definitely got ya in her too. Grumpy 'n grumbly with a side of giggles."
He shrugged lightly
"Okay" he said "nothin' much" he added before stepping forward to slowly bring a hand up, to run his finger over Hope's little cheek.
"She looks jus' like ya"
She'd playfully stick her tongue out in response to the sand.
Lyn patiently waited, while doing so she checked on the community garden and was deciding what was ready to be harvested for storing.
When Rick returns with the coffee she carefully accepts the steaming hot cup. --
β Donβtcha worry. At most there might be some sand inside. That I canβt help. β
He chuckled.
He left for about 15 minutes, but came back with a dented disposable cup of steaminβ hot coffee.
β Careful, shitβs real darn hot. β
She's just waiting for that first bite of a finger. Hope isn't only cranky but drooling and trying to gnaw everything in sight.
"She tried to chew.. gum.. Dog's collar yesterday," she says with a soft chuckle of her own.
"I'll take whatever ya got, as long as it ain't sludge
Rick chuckled, remembering how when Carl was teething he and Lori had the same issue.
β Seems βbout right. β Brief pause. β Iβll see if we still have any of that instant coffee. Ainβt the best, but itβs something. β
@YoungestDix0n Oh please! Dog will likely end up as protective over them as he is his other baby. As in Hope.
Lyn gets Tom wet down with warm water and starts to clean him with the mild dish soap. Fleas are bailing like it's the Titanic (and dying in the process).
"Then I'll boot Dog out."
"Coffins are more roomy than a crib." Just saying.
It's cute that she can still make the man blush. He still gets her to from time to time as well.
"That's what I thought," she teased and hands Jerry to him so that she can bathe Tom first.
"I can squeeze in.. slept in worse.. slept in a coffin once" he grumbled.
Then her comment flushed his cheeks. No matter they're married. She still managed to make him blush.
"I--" he swallowed his comment and just nodded "yes ma'am"
"Hope may be older 'n sleeping through the night but last night was rough," she says while looking just about half dead.
"I'm thinkin' she's teethin' for the first time. I was up every couple of hours."
They both definitely need a pick-me-up.
"D slept through it, the shit."
He couldnβt help but chuckle, lookinβ worse for wear himself.
β Everythinβ alright there? You look βbout as shit as I feel. β He was obviously joking ;
though he sure as hell felt like heβd been hit by a truck.