Estella Brandy, a strong, brave six year old girl that was left alone to die in the apocalypse by her mother. Thinking that she wouldn't be able to survive with a child, she took off in the middle of the night and left Estella alone. However, Daryl...
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CHAPTER FORTY THREE !
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Estella and issy were playing with judith that morning. the two of them had made her some toys to play with out of cut up plastic bottles, like building blocks, except they weren't so easy to put up. judith didn't mind, though, she was just happy to have something to hold in her hands.
she sat between the two of them, putting one of the makeshift blocks in her mouth as she chewed on it, happily. issy had been trying to make her say her name, but she knew it was too early for that. she just wanted to see if she could.
"what do you think her first word will be?" estella asked, curiously staring at the baby.
"probably carl. it's easier." issy said, "or maybe dad. i don't think it'll be issy, unfortunately."
"at least she'll grow up with a bunch of different people. she will have a big family." the younger smiled.
"yeah, that's a good thing. she'll never be lonely in her life." issy said, stroking judith's blonde hair.
"you're a good big sister, issy." estella said, isabella smiled.
"i try to be. i probably would've been a whole lot better if judith was born in the normal world, just like i was with carl. except, for judith, it's not bullies i have to fight off. it's dead people that wanna eat her brains." issy sighed.
"hey, it's much more badass to be saving your sister from dead people than it is from bullies." abraham joined in, hearing the girls conversation. both of them smiled up at the large man.
"you think so?" issy asked.
"oh, isabella, i know so. you're the damn coolest fourteen year old i've ever met in my life. estella, you're the coolest five year old i've ever met in my life." abraham smiled.
"is that supposed to be a sick joke?" estella asked.
abraham quirked a brow. "what? is what a sick joke?"
"i'm not five!" she said, rolling her eyes. "i'm literally eight years old. eight. four plus four. do i look five?"
"yeah, you do." abraham said, making her huff.
"screw you, ginger." she said, he just laughed.
"hey, toothless! bring ya crossbow over 'ere for a sec!" daryl called her over. she grabbed her crossbow and walked over to daryl, who had made her some new arrows.
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