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Moving On Is Overrated, I Would Much Rather Stand Perfectly Still

Holding Judith's hand as she ran around the Hilltop was the most at ease I had felt in a long time. To know that she was okay, happy and living, made me regret not spending more time with her. I didn't realise I was even avoiding her until she toddled up to where I sat on the outdoor bench, a soft gleam in her eyes as she reached up for me. Maybe she missed me, too.

I was almost able to see the future now. When she's all grown up and she asks me about her big brother, what he was like and the things he believed in. And I would tell her everything, because she deserved to know. Her and my baby alike.

"Have you read it?" Rick asked hoarsely, his letter trembling in his hand. He looked at me with red, watering eyes, an almost pleading look in them. I fleetingly glanced at the page before looking away again. Those words, no matter who they were from, were not meant for me.

I shook my head disappointedly. "I'm trying not to think about it." My words were barely a mumble, the admittance not an easy one. Rick had avoided his letter, too, fearing the same as me. But as we sat here on the balcony, the sun shining through the wooden beams and casting shadows on our faces, I knew he had finally worked up the courage.

"He wrote it for a reason." His tone was encouraging although sullen, the scrawled handwriting imprinting in his mind. Rick knew what Carl was asking, but he was so sure it was too late. A man like Negan would never agree to a life of peace, but maybe Carl's insistence could change his mind. He respected him, believed in him. "You can't...move on unless you read it."

"I know. That's why I don't want to."

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"Is it bad that I didn't even notice he was gone?" I asked, watching Eduardo shove Gregory back in the pen. I assumed he had escaped during the attack, using the chaos to his advantage.

"Surely you noticed it was a little quieter around here." Maggie muttered, her tone amused but her eyes stern as she glared at the traitor.

Rick ruffled the map in his hands, reading the rushed words in large black ink. Gregory had come back, presumably from the Sanctuary, with the sheet of paper and instructions from Dwight. We now knew where Negan would be and when, and how many people were with him.

It's time to end this.

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Season 8 is almost done, what would you like to see next?

I was suffering the good old writers block recently but it's okay, I always write at least five chapters in advance so when I don't feel like writing I always have a couple of spare chapters

Q: What's your personality type?

A: Mine is INFP, but Belle's is ISTJ, so really we're quite different