↳ it's who we are now...
oc x carl grimes
season 4-7
TW: Mentions of death, gory depictions, suicide, alcohol and drug abuse, language, smoking, violence, depression, and other mature topics.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or claim to own any of The Walk...
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Afternoon comes quickly. The dull heat joins it. I keep my flannel on because of the chilling breeze, but I'm glad it isn't sweltering. In that time, a grave is dug for Bob in front of the church. A grave marker was created using two branches and some leftover pieces of twine. I watch as Sasha carefully ties the branches in the middle to create a cross, before placing it at the head of the grave that has been heaped over with overturned soil. Even though she's visibly upset, she manages to keep a steady face as her hands concentrate on completing the job the best she can.
Abraham pulls a map from his pocket and extends it to Rick. "This is our route to D.C. We'll stick to it as long as we're able. If not, well, you've got our destination." Rick accepts the folded piece of paper. "Once Eugene gets to the big brains left up there, things are going to bounce back. This group should be there for it."
I want to be there. I have to be there. Since I got to see the world turn to shit in front of my eyes, it's only fair I get to see it put back to the way it used to be. "You should be there for it," Abraham continues, still staring at Rick.
"They will be," Maggie adds, nodding at him.
"Yeah, we will," says Michonne. When I look at Maggie and Glenn, knowing they're leaving us, it both hurts and worries me. If something happens to them, I don't know what I'll do. However, they're willingly risking their lives just the same.
"We will," sighs Rick. Abraham nods, a smirk covering his face before he turns and yells for everyone to get inside the bus. The old, beat up vehicle is parked right in front of the church. I hope it carries its weight and manages to get them to D.C. safely. If it can't do that, I hope it can at least help them make half of their voyage.
The people joining Abraham begin to follow along. Eugene, already sitting in the back with the door open, rises and enters the bus fully, closing the door behind him. Rosita shakes Rick's hand before jumping onto the small row of stairs and taking a seat inside. I see her wave at me through the tinted window. I wave back, but then let my hand slump to my side. Tara walks past the row of us, who are now waiting by the church, and gives each of us a fist bump.
"Good luck," I say as she passes me.
"You, too," she smiles. She grabs her gun and hops on the bus. Maggie and Glenn walk downtown the line last, hugging us and wishing us luck for when we start traveling again.
"Stay safe, Emmie," Maggie whispers in her thick, southern accent.
"Same to you. Keep Glenn safe." I wink as Glenn gives me a hug. He squeezes me a little too hard on purpose, lifting me off the ground a few inches before setting me down.
