I hate you (Daryls daughter/ Carl love story)

No longer little

Hey gamers it's me! 

In case you didn't know, I started college! I finished my first year and got my ass handed to me but womp womp a bunch of stress related panic attacks won't stop me from a banger sophomore year

Sorry I was so busy! I failed violin classes, I was a lead in an original musical, I did crew for two plays, and then my whole friend group sort of fell apart :)

Also, here's another song that reminds me of Diana (I'm sure you've all heard it) 

Altho, I think it applies more to the adults of Diana's group lol. I can't wait to start writing the next section for Diana and give you guys her full backstory from her perspective (This will probably be a separate book tho)! TWD has done a lot of origin stories lately and I was inspired lol

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Diana had tried to convince Rick to let them listen to that mix tape she had found when she was gone. It was mostly My chemical romance, but the CD was clearly a mix of songs someone had made for their friend, because there was a variety of other things in there as well. 

But Rick had told her that he didn't really want to listen to anything. 

She guessed it was because they were in a car with Michonne. They'd never been with her in such a small space... and she was at the wheel. The woman kept a firm grip on the steering device and glared down the road.  Music wasn't the appropriate setting right now.

So Diana had taken to silently drawing, her feet propped up on Carl's lap. His fingers loosely played with her dirty shoelaces as he looked out the window. 

Leaves outside swirled into the sky as they breezed past. 

It was peaceful until a man on the side of the road spotted him. 

She flinched in her seat and sat up straighter. She saw the mans hideous orange hiking backpack before she even saw him. 

"Slow down!" He shouted as he ran to them. "Slow down!" He ran alongside their car for a moment. "Slow-Hey! I'm begging' you!" 

And just like that, he was left in the dust. 

She felt Carl shift to look out the back window so he could watch the man. 

If she'd been at the farm, she would have asked Rick to turn around and let him in. Just like she and Dale had begged for Randall's life. But now she knew that not everyone in the apocalypse was like her. Even if they weren't from a bad group. 

Bad people simply existed. 

Just like Shane.

Just like the Governor. 

Carl, on the other hand, looked at his father in clear disagreement. 

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As if driving past a begging survivor wasn't enough to put a damper on the day, their car got stuck in the dirt. The tires spun and spun but to no avail. 

Diana opened her mouth to ask if they were getting out there but stopped when a walker slammed itself into her window. She flinched and then rolled her eyes. These things were almost nuisances now. They simply showed up at the most inconvenient of times.