Author: Melanie Gipp
WALKING DEAD FANFICTION
"We know how to survive
But why do we decide to keep fighting?
Is it because we don't want to die
Or we just really want to live?"
Carl Grimes x OC
seasons 1-8 (and after season 11).
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Thrust into a p...
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"I miss her."
🏹🏹🏹
THE GREY, MOROSE SKY MATCHED the solemn feeling in camp that had resided in the air since the sun had risen. Sitting by the fire with a bowl of lumpy porridge, Elaina stared out into the distance, thinking about the future fate of the camp. The Atlanta group had outstayed their welcome, oh so Elaina believed. At the end of the day, Hershel didn't owe any of the group anything. Carl was living and safe. Yet, Elaina still wanted to hold onto this little place for as long as she could.
"It could rain today," T-Dog said to Elaina.
"I haven't felt rain in so long," Elaina said truthfully. "Have you?"
"Right at the start of all of this," T-Dog sighed, taking a spoonful of his porridge. "Poured down. The damn heavens opened. God letting us know the end of the world was near."
Elaina matched T-Dog's energy by giving him a small chuckle. "Then the sun came after the rain, didn't it?"
"It did," T-Dog smiled, wiping his chin. "Nature goes on. Taking back what belongs to it."
Elaina nodded thinking about T-Dog's words. The things he said always resonated with Elaina. Like the things she was always thinking, but couldn't quite put into words, were put into words by T-Dog. His view of the world wasn't idealistic, or negative, it was fair. With the right amount of realism and the right amount of hope. At the start, Elaina remembered how Wayne kept telling her how things were going to be okay. How they'd think of a cure and things would hopefully go back to normal. Elaina thought it was the hardest thing in the world. Coming to the realisation that things most definitely weren't going to be okay. That this was the current state of the world, and it would take everything to live in a normal world again.
"You ever think about how things could be different, little lady?" T-Dog asked.
"All of the time," Elaina agreed. "I wonder what would've happened if they had caught the illness in its early stages or if some genius doctor figured out the answers before it got really bad."
"Imagine that," T-Dog tinkered. "I guess we have to get up and get on with it though, don't we? This is it. Have to make the most of what we've got even when there isn't very much."
"All we do is survive," Andrea interjected. "Move from place to place."
"So we can eventually live," T-Dog stated. "This isn't life yet."
Andrea nodded before turning back to her bowl of porridge. Elaina thought her comment was understandable, given what had happened at the CDC for her. These type of things took time. Learning, adapting, accepting. Sometimes, hope disappeared for people. Elaina always believed it made its way back.
After a look towards Dale, Glenn rose from the chair he was sitting in and stood at the front of the group. Elaina took in how concerned he looked. She had noticed that he had got rather close to Hershel's oldest daughter, Maggie. Had something happened to her? Or was there something bigger going on?
