Judith ☁︎ The Walking Dead [ＨＯＬＤ]

[1] Knowing

(A/N: BTW on the wiki it is mentioned that Tyreese's last name is (probably) Williams.

I also recommend the "Good Ending" song from Five Nights at Freddy's 3 on repeat because there is a great chunk that will literally beat you to death the feels. (video on side or above)

I will tell you when to play it.)

<Judith's POV>

Present Day

Judith - 14/Carl - 27

I sat in silence as we walked. I don't talk a lot anyway because I know very little. Carl has taught me all he could, with speech and continued with what I knew, or what I must've known. The two of us have been alone for as long as I remember, which isn't much, since I woke up one day not knowing a thing, but I was about 5.

Carl likes to tell me stories about what it was like before, about what dad was like, what our mother was like. He even told me about the group we once had. He said I was born into it, and that's how my mom died. He told me about everything, how he thought I had died, to the time my dad had a farm, and even to the time my eyes lit up when Mia was born.

I don't remember much of Mia. She was taken by some men, and Carl found her body in a cabin not to far away. She was cold and shaking, and she didn't say much until she had passed off. I was younger (Carl says I was 8) when she had gone, and then we found her a couple years later (when I was 10) in the cabin. She was a nice girl, I really appreciated how she kept me safe even though she was about a year and a half younger. Carl said her parents were really caring and they handled themselves well, they were an odd couple at first, but he was really happy for them.

I used to think the people he talked about, the group, were fake, but then when I saw how much character he gave to each one of them and I could see how much he cared about them, as if they were real. I told him one day however that I didn't believe that the group was real, and he was shocked but then he started shouting at me about how they had died to protect the two of us and how they have been since I was born, and even before then. I had started crying and so did he, then I hugged him, told him I was sorry, and he said sorry for yelling. Then complained how it could've attracted walkers and we could've died, and I told him he couldn't help it. I told him sorry again and I told him I believed him, and I asked him how the group died. I felt him tense up, and I started to think how this was probably a bad time to ask him. I started to say how he shouldn't have to tell me now, how he was vulnerable and sad at the moment, but he said that he should man up and that he had to have to tell me at some point. He started and I listened as we sat back to back looking out the window of a house, staring at the starry sky. Then he later told me how he was looking out the small window from the attic we hid in while the others escaped.

Carol Peletier died from a swarm of walkers.

Daryl Dixon's death is unknown.

Maggie Greene died from multiple gunshots to the back crying over her sister, pelting through her armor she had, and she bled out soon after.

Beth Greene immediately died from a gunshot to her head, causing the death of her sister.

Tara Chambler, Morgan Jones, Eugene Porter, and Rosita Espinosa had died from a grenade that had exploded. Rosita got a caught on of scrap metal that went through her chest, while Tara and Morgan died from a serious head injury, all bleeding out. Eugene was fine at first, then a bunch of walkers ate him.

Tyreese Williams and his sister, Sasha Williams, died from multiple walker bites to the arm, then got swarmed later on.

Michonne died from a gunshot to the leg, then she tried to save Daryl from getting bitten, only to be bitten herself. She killed herself, knowing she wouldn't make it out alive.

Father Gabriel eventually got eaten by walkers.

Glenn was the first to die, before the gunfire and swarm of walkers. He was beaten to death, brutally, by some enemy group that found us a threat, and because of that, the group decided to come after the rest of us instead.

Carl said he was done and I sat there and took it all in. I thought about how all of them died over and over again.

I grew confused however, feeling like he missed something. Then I realized.

"Carl." I said from next to him. He made a 'what' sound and I turned to him. "What about dad?"

(A/N: You can start playing the song here. Be ready to increase feels.)

He was silent, and I was certain he was going to cry again, but I didn't here a son or a whimper from him. He didn't look at me, I didn't want him to look at me either. I don't think either of us could have handled looking at each other. He told me once, I think, about mom's death, but this seemed harder for him to talk about.

"Dad was the last one to die." He suddenly said, his voice strong yet quiet.

I sat back on his back again, and I held my arms close to me, but Carl reached back and took my hand, holding it gently on the floor.

"He was at the door, the exit to get free, but he just couldn't walk out." Carl explained. "He saw the group, how they had died in front of him. He didn't cry, he was just horrified. When he finally turned and opened the door, that group came in, and shot the remaining walkers, taking him to the center of the room, surrounded by everyone. I heard him ask where we were, but he didn't say anything."

Carl sniffled at this point and he lifted his other arm to wipe his other tears away from his face. I sat against the wall behind me, my back leaving Carl's and he did the same. I gestured for him to grab my hand again, and he took it, while I leaned my head on him.

"He searched around the room to find the window of the attic we hid in, and he gave me one last look and smile before being shot in the head."

I closed my eyes, trying to blink away tears as I gripped Carl's hand tightly.

"Judith." Carl said, his voice weary. "Judy, don't cry."

"I have to." I said. "It hurts not to."