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 SIX !
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It was around four am when estella woke up. she sat up in the bed, looking to her side to see daryl laid there. he was fast asleep, eyes closed with hair falling messily over his face, mouth slightly agape. it was rare that daryl actually slept, so she tried her hardest not to wake him up.
she slowly shuffled to the end of the bed, putting her feet as quiet as she could on the wooden floor. she walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs, stepping over different people that slept. she needed some fresh air.
she stepped out onto the porch, sitting on the steps with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared up at the sky. it was all clear, stars twinkling from above. that was the funny thing about space. it was so unaffected by what was going on down on earth. if she could build a rocket ship and live up on the moon, she would do it in a heart beat.
"hey." she heard a voice. she turned around to see carl as he sleepily walked out of the front door, joining her.
"hi." estella replied, her eyes still focused on the stars.
"what are you doing out here? it's super late." he said, rubbing his eyes.
"i woke up. i'm not tired anymore so i'm just watching the stars for a little bit and getting some fresh air." she responded. "why are you out here? you're half asleep."
"i saw you walk out. i didn't know what you were doing and wanted to make sure you were safe." he said back.
"i am. i think so, anyway."
"what do you mean you think so?" he raised an eyebrow.
"well, in this world, you can never be sure if you're safe or not, right?" she shrugged. "maybe this place is good, maybe it's not. i think it is, which is why i think i'm safe. i could be wrong, though. im wrong a lot."
carl slowly nodded his head. "did you talk to sasha yet?"
"sasha? what would i want to talk to sasha for? she made it extremely clear what she thinks about me." estella answered.
"do you really think she meant it?"
"yes. i get that she's angry and all, but that doesn't mean she gets to take her anger out on me. i mean, i try to help the group out as much as i can. i try. but she said that all i do is put everyone in danger all the time. all i did was get upset about a damn dog." she huffed.
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