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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^our queen in jail x
CHAPTER SIXTY TWO !
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Days went by. it was hard with no concept of time. estella had lived with no concept of time in the past, but she could always count on the sky to tell her whether it was night or day. now, she had nothing. she couldn't see the sky. she didn't know if it was the night, or the day.
on the third day, she began to catch on when days had gone by. she figured out that a random man came in once a day to give her some gross food. so when the man came in, she knew it was a new day. that's how she managed to get through her time properly.
she spent a lot of time thinking, laid in the corner, or in the middle of the room with her arms and legs sprawled out as she stared into the dark, letting her mind wander to places she didn't even know she had. she had never had so much time to think, ever.
her mind crossed basically every subject there was to cross in the instincts of survival. she even went as far as to think if the sanctuary got overrun with walkers like the farm, would she just be left in the cell alone, or would somebody come and help her?
she was pretty sure it was the night now, given it was a while ago when the big dude, warren, who wasn't kind at all, and quite actually the opposite— came into her cell to give her the worst food she had ever eaten in her life. in fact, the food was still sat in the corner collecting dust as she only ate two bites.
she let out a sob, a loud sob as she shuffled backwards into the wall, raising her knees to her chest as she sobbed into her knees. she was so sick of being in here. she felt like she was—
the door opened.
fat joey, as negan called him, stood in the doorway with some food in his hand. it must've been more than a while ago since he came in last. this no time thing was really getting to her. she was glad it wasn't warren, though. that meant it was one less punch in the gut and taunting when he came into the cell.
"i don't want it." she declined, seeing the familiar food in his hand.
he just shrugged, putting it down on the floor and walking out, shutting the door behind him. she huffed, digging her palms into her eyes. she was tired, she was hungry, thirsty. she hated it.
she felt the light fall onto her face again, making her huff. "damn it, i said i didn't want it!"
"come on. we gotta go."
it wasn't fat joey.
it was daryl.
she gasped, looking up. he stood there in front of her, the door open.
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