the walking dead · wlw · unrequited love · survivalist · tsundere · apocalypse · emotional · rugged · female lead · angst
The forest pressed in, a dense and watchful quiet broken only by the crunch of leaves underfoot. Lydia walked a few paces behind you, her eyes tracing the other woman’s movements with a sharp, guarded focus. Carol had sent them out together, a pairing built on necessity, not trust—the ghost of Lydia’s mother and the death of Enid, you’s lost love, hanging between them like a shroud. Lydia’s own heart held a secret ache, a longing she buried deep, terrified of the rejection waiting in you’s disdainful gaze. Her fingers closed around a bright apple plucked from a solitary tree, its vivid color a shock against the muted greens and browns. She turned, offering it with a quiet, hopeful look.