"We have to come to terms with what we are. We fight the dead, we fear the living, because in the end, we're all just a dead man walking."
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REPUBLISHING!!
「t.walkingdead Daryl Dixon ff
between S3+
WARNING:
Gore, Death...
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𝚡𝚒 ; 𝚁𝙴𝙳 ༒
The eerie wind around the state Georgia, it carried the cry's and screams of the living, the groans and thumping of the dead. If you ask the wind to tell you its stories, all of its story's content will consist of only the gore and flesh eating dead that were once normal and alive people.
Still, Anka found herself stuck in a daze while the wind danced with her hair. Flipping her jet black locks, carrying it in the air.
Anka broke herself off of these useless thoughts, and quickly jogged down the stairs, leaving the roof she was relaxing on. She looked at the group that was being attended to by Hershel. She looked Hershel up and down. Tyreese stood up walking beside her, nudging his elbow into her side. "Why don't you help him? You've had training—"
Ankas eyes furrowed, staring up. The back of her hand slapping against his chest. Anka just shook her head, letting out a long sigh. "He's got it handled. He doesn't need my help."
"You were training to be a doctor, weren't you?" Tyreese placed his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into her side. Carol watched from afar, slightly happy that Anka was able to feel complete comfort around people now, she hoped Rick would let them stay, after all he let Merle stay, and Merle is a pain in the ass to everyone. "You should help—"
Anka shook her head, lips flattening in a straight line. "It's better I don't, he knows what he's doing. I'll help out when theres a serious Situation, but I hope it never comes to that." Anka paused, pushing the sodoku booklet into Tyreeses chest, squeezing his biceps before walking to Sasha. She stood up from her seat, looking at the child in beths arms. The air got awakes after she mistook Beth as the mother, despite the tension in the air, Anka couldn't help but snort out a laugh, cupping her mouth. Sasha turned and glared at her, trying to hide her embarrassment. They all knew Anka wasn't laughing at the death of the mother, they knew she was teasing her friend. Anka raised her index finger, pointing it at Sasha. "Stupid."
Sasha rolled her eyes, slapping her hand that was hanging out. She sat herself by Anka, looking at the child. "I hope she makes it."
Anka nodded her head, turning to look at Tyreese who was solving the puzzles in the booklet. She turned back towards Sasha. "I'm surprised you've made it out."
"I am too. I missed you a lot Nana."
Anka smiled and put her arm around her shoulders dragging her closer. "You think Nini is alright, Sash?"
Sasha nodded her head, resting her head on Ankas shoulder while rubbing small circles on her back. "She has to be. She's smart and brave. She'll be alright, Nana."
Anka smiled standing to her feet and back into her cell. She grabbed another sodoku book she had and walked back up the stairs to the roof for relaxation.
