#I'm not interested in being perfect. I'm interested in being real; Alyssa Max Chestnut

[writingsinashes]

@rickgrimesdoingrickthings

It'd been almost a year to the date since 'Lyssa had run into Rick, pretty much literally, and she found herself highly grateful to the universe for bringing them together. It wasn't as if she was doing badly by herself; it was just... sometimes the feeling and knowledge that she was alone... it was much scarier than the horrors that the world showed the remaining survivors every goddamn day.

Alyssa always prided herself on the fact that she never needed anybody. Never. Not even when the world ended did she find herself wishing she had someone to rely on, share the days' burdens with, and simply enjoy being around. Especially since, by then, people began to show their true nature, and man, oh man, was it even uglier than anyone could have imagined.

But that encounter with Rick, or Sherrif Cowboy as she has so endearingly come to calling him when either of them needed a chuckle, made the woman open her eyes and see that maybe not everyone was as evil- so to speak, as she thought they were. He certainly wasn't.

With a quiet yet deep sigh, the brunette felt her shoulders rise and droop with effort and a wince; it'd been more than a few days since anyone had seen something to eat, 'Lyssa felt her fingers twitch as if she had a phantom cigarette between them. Which only caused her to let out a muffled sound of irritation along with another huff.

"I know your whole take on the whole 'smoking'll kill ya' thing, but FUCK, what wouldn't I do for just one Marlboro Smooth." She said petulantly, reaching up to adjust the hat on her head that was protecting her from the harsh glare of the sun as she pointedly ignored the look she was most likely getting from the man.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know."