❝ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴀʀʟ. ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀꜱ.❞
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Carl Grimes and Madi Walsh had been best friends for most of their lives. That is, until Rick Grimes killed Madi's father, Shane, and the young girl ran away. It wasn't until year...
YOU KNOW THAT I WOULD IF ONLY I COULD ↳ chapter nineteen
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Lydia's fingertips lightly traced the stitches on Madi's thigh, her touch so gentle that it didn't strike any pain in the shorter girl's leg. But, even if it had hurt her, Madi probably wouldn't have said anything; not interested in ruining the moment.
They were seated upon the stone steps in front of The Kingdom's main building. It had once been a live-action theater of some sort, but now, it was like Ezekiel's workplace. Inside, there was a large stage, one that was divided by curtains. The back, hidden behind the curtains, was almost like 'the king's' office. It was private, and secluded, and those who lived there had to request to come in.
But, in the front─ that was where people once performed. It was risen, and stood high above the floor that dozens of rows of seats lined. Ezekiel sat there for a large portion of the day, upon a throne that had once been a mere prop─ but his citizens seemed to took him far too seriously to admit that it was a simple stage-object.
Regardless, the building had always been used to put on a show, as far as Madi was concerned.
"Does it hurt?" Lydia wondered, looking up from the nursed wound in order to meet Madi's blue, oceanic orbs. While Lydia, who was lowered as she sat upon the stair below Madi's, remained in the same outfit as before, Madi had been given a change of clothes after the doctor had stitched and treated her stab wound.
She wore a tight black tank above her camouflage, jogger-cut cargo pants. Her bottoms were pulled up higher, due to the fact that the top had been cut off to reveal her stomach, which Madi thought was ridiculously unsafe─ After all, tiny clothes made it easier for walkers to bite exposed flesh. But, the clothes had once belonged to Rosita Espinosa, so the revealing state of them wasn't necessarily shocking.
"Not really." Madi replied before taking her inner cheek between her teeth, chewing on her own mouth as she peered down at the stitched injury she knew would leave a scar.
Using her signature knife, she'd purposely cut a small hole through the olive-green material on her legs, so that she could keep an eye on the healing process. Lydia hesitantly retracted her finger from the injury, an unsure expression marking her pretty feautures as Madi looked down at her, sensing her curiosity.
Before Madi could question her, Lydia spoke her mind. "Are you going to stay?" She questioned, her brows furrowed as she stared at the lovely girl on the stair above her own.
The leaders and representatives of each outpost held a meeting that day. And, in that meeting, they made a decision; Both Madi Walsh and Lydia were given citizenship in Alexandria, if they chose to follow the community's rules.
