Cure

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The winner was the cure one.

If I could have one theme song it would be that one hat goes like "started from the bottom now we're here". It just feels like whenever Rick woke up from the hospital and we met when he got out of it then found the camp, the cdc, the highway, the farm, the prison, Woodbury kinda, terminus, the church- four walls and a roof as maggie likes to call it, a few other stops like random houses or whatever, Alexandria or whatever, a few more random stops, then here and a science study place. The place where they're on the edge of finding a cure. They took blood drawing things from all of us. We're all infected, except me. It's impossible for me to get it. I could get bit and not turn. They said my skin would just grow back. At least that's what they told me. They said they could find the cure with me. With me? They don't mean that. That just means everyone's gonna hate me unless I die for the cure. I cry at the thought. Leaving carl and Judy and everyone, or loosing them to a walker. Rick comes in. "Steph, they want you to make the decision in a few. No ones gonna hate you for saying no. Heck, if you go, Carl's gonna try to, also. So, maybe we should take a vote. It doesn't matter the results, but it might help you find more pros and cons" Rick said. I think about it. "Yeah, we can vote." Everyone gets a piece of paper that's input group, writes something down, puts it in the hat.

-after-

"The results are in, miss" says one of the science dudes. " 2 says you should, the rest says you shouldn't. Rest meaning like 12" "you guys would rather me stay with you than get y'all bit?" They smile slightly and tears form in their eyes. Lips quiver. Except for Abraham and the lying dude about he cure. (I did that on purpose)
I run to Carl's arms and cry. I hug everyone. I cry tears of joy about us. About our family and how no one could break our bond.

Okay, tbh I cried writing this. Know it's short and crap but it's something right?

Chandler Riggs / Carl Grimes ImaginesWo Geschichten leben. Entdecke jetzt