𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ∘ 𝐩𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐰

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chapter vii
( the walking dead: season one )


i ' v e g o t m i l e s o f r e g r e t s a n d c o n f u s i n g f r i e n d s
b u t p e r h a p s i t ' s j u s t m y s t u p i d h e a d i n t h e e n d
t h i n k i n g s h o u l d i w a i t h e r e o r m a k e m y w a y h o m e
meteor shower ⎯⎯⎯ cavetown

i ' v e   g o t   m i l e s   o f   r e g r e t s   a n d   c o n f u s i n g   f r i e n d sb u t   p e r h a p s   i t ' s   j u s t   m y   s t u p i d   h e a d   i n   t h e   e n dt h i n k i n g   s h o u l d   i   w a i t   h e r e   o r  ...

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atlanta
2010
( merida's point of view )





TRIGGER WARNING
angst





I haven't talked to anyone since the rest of the group returned. I tried my best to avoid anyone, especially that Rick guy. Another police dude who I'm sure is an asshole.

I heard almost the whole camp sitting by the fire last night. Talking about how Rick got here and the chances of finding his family. I heard them talk about Merle. I know what he did, and even though Merle was never the nicest guy, he doesn't deserve to get left behind like that.

As my thoughts run, I notice Amy's concerned expression as she approaches me. She has been trying to help me accept Rick's arrival, and my silence must have worried her. With a soft, understanding look, she says, "I know you're struggling with all of this, Merida. But we need to stick together. It's not easy for any of us."

I nod, acknowledging her words, but the unease still lingers. I watch from a distance as Rick talks to Dale and Glenn. It was clear that Rick is a man of action, and I can't help but wonder how he's going to fit into our dynamics.

I continue to observe Rick interacting with Dale and Glenn, still uncertain about how to approach this whole situation. Amy offers to help Andrea and Lori with the laundry, which brings me back to reality. "I'm not feeling so good," I replied. "I think I'll stay here for a while."

Amy gives me a reassuring smile and patted my shoulder. "Take your time, Merida." With those words, she heads over to Lori and Andrea. None of them understands what it's like to be a kid in the apocalypse without any family. My mind begins to drift as I gaze at the scattered sticks on the ground. I can't help but wonder why I got trapped with my horrible family while Carl got to be part of what seemed like a perfect family. They seem like the kind you watch in the commercials or the sitcoms. Those I used to watch with Leia as we pretended our family was like that.

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