Unfinished writing featuring the Another Word for Heaven cast. Which is a human au of my main ocs... a human au that takes place in the walking dead universe. just read the "AWFH notes" character tab for context. written in response to a tumblr prompt. thumbnail source
"I mean it." Deja says as they lean in. "Like, you're missing an entire arm and you're still just out doing shit."
Damon rubs the back of his neck. "I mean, yeah. Just what happens when you live this long I guess. You get all fucked up and you just gotta keep on living like nothin' happened."
Deja unintentionally mirrors their friend and scratches at their head. The fuzzy buzzcut texture was nice. "But Damon, I've lived even longer and I haven't gone through nearly as many traumas as you have."
"It's not a competition." He grunts as he shifts his weight.
"You know I don't mean it that way! You just get beat up a lot."
"I'm aware."
"You're so moody today! What's wrong with you?"
"Just cause I- I don't wanna trauma dump, that means I'm moody?"
"Literally yes, you love talking about yourself?"
"Ugh." He glances around to avoid eye contact as he speaks. "To tell you the truth, I'm stressed about the newbie."
"The sick one you found?"
"Yeah. They're, like, fascinating. Poor bastard can't even tell us where they're from without having a coughing fit. I keep sitting in on Paragon's 'interview' sessions and I just... Yeah. Damn."
"Why are you sitting in? Worried about another case like that one time where our new friend had some unfriendly intentions?"
"No, not really... From what we've gathered, their friends ditched 'em when they took a turn for the worse. I only sit in cause I wanna know their full story. They seem innocent enough."
Deja hums and nods while staring at the fire. The crackle was satisfying, they liked watching the wood burn and glow from the heat. Personally, they were a bit worried about the new one, Offal it was. Archimeda was a coveted plot of land, and in this world, someone with bronchitis would be the perfect bait. Send them in, best case scenario they get your intel and maybe even spread some disease to weaken the enemy, worst case? The sick guy gets killed and now there is one less mouth to feed. A community Deja was once a part of fell victim to that sort of plot before...
Perhaps they still had some issues after spending time with shitty groups. People were worse than the biters, really. At least biters had simple goals, which was to, well, bite. They didn't manipulate or fuck eachother over, they just bit.
"Maybe I'm just gay." Damon breaks the silence while thoughtfully rubbing at his chin. "Yeah. That's another reason why I wanna know more."
Deja tilted their head. "Oh?"
"You'd get it once you saw them. You wouldn't know, but they've got a pretty handsome face and all. Voice kinda deep and grumbly. Could DEFINITELY pick me up and carry me without breaking a sweat." Damon narrows his eyes and smiles, daydreaming.
"I dunno, I still don't think I'd get it. I've never gotten this stuff before."
"You don't gotta Like someone in that way to appreciate 'em, Deja. Sometimes it ain't about attraction, you just look at 'em and go 'Oh, I see what the others see in you.' Like, with the guys around here, I can somewhat understand what people are talkin' about when they go on about their crushes."
Deja grunts and pushes at their knees to help stand up. They start to stretch their arms and say, "I'm just kidding around, once they're no longer all sick and gross I'll take a gander for myself and judge your taste."
"You know my taste is immaculate."
"Well, your taste in friends is immaculate. Everything else? ...No comment."
Damon makes a little "Hmph." noise and begins to stand as well. "Where you headed?"
"Gotta go feed the horses, you know how it is with horses."
