Walking Dead Tara Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“It’s not worth the risk.” “Hey.” Tara reaches out and pulls me to a gentle stop, deep brown eyes meeting mine. She shakes her head. “I don’t know this woman nor your relationship with her,” she admits. “But I do know that it’s toxic and probably abusive.” She must notice the tears in my eyes because she draws me in for a hug. For a second I resist, but then I let it happen. It’s been a long time since anyone has hugged me like that. “Fuck Sadie,” Tara continues, holding me out at arm’s length as she squeezes my arms. “You’re free of her now, I promise. It’s time to stand up and live your life, girl. Do you understand?” “But I—”

Tara looked at her for a long moment. Then she sighed and rubbed her temple tiredly. “You really stressed me tonight.” “I know.” “You’re lucky I love you.” A small laugh escaped Clara despite herself. Tara pointed toward her immediately. “Don’t smile yet. I’m still annoyed.” Clara walked closer carefully. “I said I’m sorry.” Tara narrowed her eyes dramatically before finally speaking again. “My new password is your birthday backwards.” Clara blinked. “You’re still giving it to me?” “Obviously.” Tara rolled her eyes. “Because unlike you, I’m not secretly suspicious of my best friend.”

Then: "Yes. But she doesn’t want to hurt him. She just wants to hold him again." I cried that night. I cried for a girl who never had a chance. For a boy caught in a war he didn’t choose. For a sister who couldn’t stop turning motherhood into a transaction. The next morning, Tara walked through the door. She was thinner than her photos. Older somehow. Grief aged people in different ways. But her eyes locked on mine with a calm clarity. "Thank you," she said softly. I hugged her. We didn’t need words. Later, she held Zaya and Micah in the nursery.

We were so close to the venue that I even heard Brandon ask, "Babe, what's that thing on the scooter? It's gross…" "That's just a dead hunk of garbage. Don't look at it. It'll taint your eyes." Tara spoke gently, in the same tone she had used to propose to me years ago. Back then, she had said, "Eric, I love you to death. Marry me! I'll take care of you for the rest of your life!" Only now did it dawn on me that Tara's so-called care was just a way to kill me all along. By the time we reached the hospital, I was bleeding out, and my breathing nearly stopped. The doctors rushed straight into the operating room, carrying O-negative blood packs.

"Yeah." "The mood was never like this with Tara." She added before running to her sister and Wanda. Sarah's words rubbed off on him the wrong way but she was right, the Cyrus's never liked his girlfriend. He looked at his sisters and Wanda as they were walking to the car and they looked like best friends. He rubbed his face, they would have to learn to like Tara because that was the woman he loved. ~~~~~ The beach was busy and crowded with people of different ages running about and having fun. Women in bikinis sunbathing, men in shorts with their chests bared, kids building sand castles.

Right then Alec comes to the scene and watches as Tara, as in a trance walks to the man, and Alec orders uncle Xander to let the man go. He does so, reluctantly, and the man reaches a hand out to Tara, who doesn’t seem to see it. She just walks straight up to him, locks her eyes on his and then a second later she leans up on her toes and kisses him. Rose and Xander splutter in protest, I’m doubling over in laughter and Alec seems so confused. Maybe Tara wasn’t the one to hide, maybe she was held back? Damn. “May I kindly ask what the actual fuck is going on, and why is Tara kissing one of the future Beta prospects?” Ruby asks, laughter in her voice.

She remembered them reentering the village while she filled Kaiden’s grave, but they must have returned when she never came back inside the wall. Tara was curled into a pink colored ball between her and Theo, who was sharing his cloak with the pink haired older sister of his, if unwillingly. On her other side was Marjien, her head resting on Vivien’s shoulder, one arm gently gripping Vivien’s. Jucel was leaning against Marjien with Chloe snuggled into her best friend's side, and Drake had sprawled across both the Vivien, Theo and Tara because no other space presented itself.

Tara nodded, and they walked side by side toward the stables. Joe watched their retreating figures, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “They look like a perfect match.” Jack smirked. “He’s barely good enough for my sister.” As they reached the stables, Tara lowered her voice, glancing at Hunter. “Do you still want to marry me?” Hunter’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Of course. Do you not want to marry me?” Tara hesitated, her words faltering. “I do, but… after how we met…”

Heath said bending to pick his sis on the cheeks. "Fuck off" Tara said walking to the kitchen to get a glass cup of water. "Ouch" Heath groaned placing his hands on his chest dramatically. “She’s dead drunk.” Addison says covering up for her friend. “And you deserved that.” "Tara what was that huh?". He asked also walking to the kitchen. Tara opened the fridge and brought out a chilled bottle of water. "Tara!" Heath pout. She grabbed a glass cup and poured herself some water still ignoring him.

I didn't even push him that hard, considering that he has hurt my sides quite badly, but I feel myself healing. One of the four starts laughing hard. “Shawn, I knew you were weak, but to be that weak-” “Shut the fuck up Dylan!” Shawn cries out, his eyes bright hazel, showing his wolf. “It's her.” the only girl of the group says, the one they have just called Tara. “She's the weird presence I've been having a whiff of.” They all stop to look at their colleague, thinking for a while and then finally turning their eyes on me.