Fill: Sentinel 1/2zinficMarch 31 2012, 11:32:14 UTC
I have a paper due next week, so of course I'm writing fanfic instead...Lori never realised how lucky they were with Carl. He was a quiet, content baby who rarely cried or kept them up at night. Little Judith is different, unsettled and kolicky. Lori can’t remember the last time she slept more than two or three hours at the time and she can’t help but wonder if the reason for why Judith makes such a fuss is because she somehow knows she was shafted from the get-go, born into such a hostile world
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Re: Fill: Sentinel 2/2zinficMarch 31 2012, 11:36:37 UTC
Daryl motions for her again,a little impatient now, and Lori figures it won’t hurt. Her arms are getting tired and a few minutes’ rest is better than nothing. She carefully hands Judith over to Daryl, expecting to have to show him how to hold her properly. He surprises her by taking the baby so gently, cupping a chapped hand around her neck to support her little head and holding her close against his chest, like he’s done it a thousand times before.
Judith squirms a little at first, but then she stops crying, makes a snuffling little sound, snuggles up against him and drops off to sleep.
Lori really does start crying then. Judith won’t settle down with her own mother, but goes quiet and happy in the arms of Daryl Dixon, of all people.
Daryl looks up at her and then looks away, his expression uncomfortable and annoyed, and Lori hates herself for falling apart like this, but she’s so tired, she feels like a terrible mother, and it’s all so unfair.
“What am I doing wrong?” The last word comes out as a choked off sob
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"tough men gently holding babies"
And I instantly thought of Daryl
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Judith squirms a little at first, but then she stops crying, makes a snuffling little sound, snuggles up against him and drops off to sleep.
Lori really does start crying then. Judith won’t settle down with her own mother, but goes quiet and happy in the arms of Daryl Dixon, of all people.
Daryl looks up at her and then looks away, his expression uncomfortable and annoyed, and Lori hates herself for falling apart like this, but she’s so tired, she feels like a terrible mother, and it’s all so unfair.
“What am I doing wrong?” The last word comes out as a choked off sob ( ... )
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(PS: Lurve your icon. I am a history buff and sqweed a bit when I saw it)
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(Frida Kahlo was fantastic!)
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"Her little highness..." Seriously. My heart.
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This fill gave me all the feels. Lovely, and touching, and totally part of my headcanon now. Great job!
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