Richonne Head Canon Bingo
38. Who is the most protective of the other?
“I had that.” The rotting corpse falls in front of him, headless. She picks up on the childlike disappointment in his voice.
She whips her sword to the side and the blood flies onto the brush. “I know,” and he sees the smirk on her face as she keeps on walking. The next walker has two more by its side and she does it again before she can even comprehend it herself. There’s no smirk and no disappointment, just a nod to the other, an appreciation of the silence. They move again into the twilight and his eyes are flitting between the trees and her steps, his hand resting at his gun; the other clamped around his knife.
“I’ve heard… things,” he starts. She looks back at him wide-eyed for a second before he clarifies. “Around Alexandria. That I’m—“
“You won’t hear that anymore,” her look is stern and cold when she turns and keeps on walking; something under her skin, but something she’s dealt with. He smiles to himself and follows.
“You—what did you do?” he can’t help but chuckle, whether or not he thinks he deserves her defence.
“Didn’t have to do anything. Just had to remind them that the place is still standing, it’s got walls, and that they’re all alive because of—”
The walker stumbles out in front of her then and it barely growls in her direction before she hears the plunge of a knife through its skull, dead eyes staring back with its jaw open. It drops to the ground, dead again.
“I had that.”
(written by @lnshrr)