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 SEVENTY TWO !
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As expected, estella had absolutely no sleep that night. she was up all night worrying about dwight leading the saviour's back to alexandria. she had no idea why rick and daryl would trust him to go back to the sanctuary. not after everything he had done. he could help them, and if he did, it would be a big help - but if he didn't, then they're all dead. rick and daryl may as well kill them all, because that's what would happen if dwight was lying.
rick had brought the garbage people back to alexandria. they came in a garbage truck and... bicycles? there were so many of them. it was like an ant infestation. estella was in the back of a truck with aaron, rosita and daryl, getting ready with some dynamite.
"imagine this entire truck just blows up right now." estella said after ten minutes of nothing but complete silence.
"why would you say that?" daryl asked her, looking at her blankly.
"i don't know. i'm just thinking of more peaceful ways for us to die before negan bashes our heads in." she shrugged.
"that ain't gonna happen, just stop sayin' shit like that. you've been at it since ya woke up. give over." he scolded her.
"just the truth." she shrugged. again.
"i should've sent ya to hilltop with the rest of the kids." he said.
"but you didn't, and it's too late now." she said, "in a couple of minutes, the saviours are gonna drive up this road, and we're going to lose. we have no help other than people that lay in trash and speak one word sentences."
"stop it!" he yelled, startling her. "yer bein' so damn difficult! i get it, yer scared, yer pissed 'cause dwight's helpin', believe me, i know how ya feel about that. i ain't listenin' to ya whine all day."
"whatever." she relied, not knowing what else to say.
when they were done with the dynamite, they walked to their places. estella stood next to daryl, behind a car with a bunch of other people. rosita was in front of the car, ready to press the button that blew the saviours up outside the gates.
"rosita. get into position, i'll signal you." rick said. "and the walls gonna hold?"
"it'll hold." rosita answered.
with her gun in her hand, estella looked up to see the saviour's coming down the road. eugene was on top of it with a megaphone. she raised her gun, ready to shoot if need be. daryl stood beside her, his gun in his arms aimed, too. they were all ready.
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