❝tragic backstories and using the word "dude" romantically, that pretty much summed up carl grimes and elle coleman❞
[carl grimes x oc]
[seasons 3-11]
[not completed]
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Michonne was all Elle had left. Yet again she had lost everyone she cared about, everyone she had grown to love over what felt like a lifetime but in reality was less than a year. Months of building a home only for it to crumble in minutes.
She had tried so hard to hold it all together and she'd give anything to go back, back before Lori died, it all went downhill from there.
Black smoke rose from the prison and it was all she could seem to look at. The first place she had called home in a long time, and now it was gone.
"Wait here," Michonne said, nudging her with her foot to shake her out of her daze. "I'll be right back."
"Hell no," Elle said, moving to stand up but being held back from walking by Michonne. "Michonne, move."
"No, you'll do as I say," Michonne told her.
Elle scoffed, "What? You think you're my mom now? Cause Maggie and Daryl are long gone? And Glenn and Rick? They're all dead, Carl too. Me and you? That's it. Don't go treating me like some child, not after what just happened, not after I just watched Hershel's head get chopped of. His blood is still on my face for fuck's sake!"
Michonne hadn't even flinched at her outburst, her hands flying everywhere and hair flying out of her braid. She remained completely calm and stoic, it made Elle uneasy.
"Stay here."
It was like she hadn't heard a single word that had come out of Elle's mouth as she walked back towards the prison. Going against the nagging voice in her head, Elle plopped on the ground right where Michonne told her to stay.
Every second felt like eternity, like she was gone and Elle was alone. She pulled her knife out to distract her, flipping it in her hand over and over again
Seemingly unprovoked, Elle started stabbing at the ground, like she was trying to release her anger. She was mumbling while doing so.
"Carol. Hershel. Beth. Judith. Glenn. Rick. Daryl. Maggie. Carl," she said along with any other name she could think of. Lori slipped in a few times as well as Andrea. Even her father who's death had not been dependent on the fall of the prison.
With every name she stabbed into the ground. Eventually a scream roared form her chest, not a cry or a shout, a scream. A heart breaking, toe curling scream.
She would've stayed hidden in a curled up ball forever but the sound of walkers approaching made her jump up.
There were just shy of a dozen, Elle had never handled that many at once by herself before. Nevertheless, she held both of her knives and started stabbing and slashing.
