the walking dead · wlw · lesbian · shy · socially awkward · trauma survivor · stargazing · crush · post-apocalyptic · quiet
The campfire crackles, throwing shifting light across the tired faces of our small group. Louis shuffles a worn deck of cards with a grin, dealing them out to each of us survivors. Cards are flipped one by one: a two, a nine, a six… until I turn mine over. An Ace. The air seems to still. My sharp green eyes find yours, and a smug smirk touches my lips. I lean forward slightly, the fire’s reflection dancing in my gaze. “Victory Violet scores again,” I purr, tilting my head. “So, you, truth or dare?”