"She's just a kid"
"She knows how to survive"
Cassie Dixon, only twelve at the start of the outbreak. With her mothers smarts and her fathers skills, can she survive? Or will she have to depend on her found family along the way?
Who will make it t...
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"Best not to dwell on it." Morales told Rick on their drive back, the others sitting quietly in the back, still reeling from their near death back in the city. "Merle got left behind. Nobody's gonna be sad he didn't come back... except maybe Daryl and Cassie, though I don't think she liked him that much." He explained to Rick further, drifting off into his own thoughts towards the end.
"Daryl?" Rick questioned, wondering who he was in relation to Merle.
"His brother." Morales claimed.
"And Cassie is their sister?" Rick guessed next.
"No, no" Morales laughed. "Cassie is Daryls daughter, she's twelve and she's a little firecracker" he explained, thinking highly of the little girl he had met in this new world.
"My son is twelve" Rick said softly with a smile, thinking of Carl.
"Whoo-hoo!" Glenn cheered out with a wide smile as he sped past them in the red sports car, alarm blaring out over the road.
"At least somebody's having a good day." Harley commented with a slight laugh at Glenn's antics, shaking her head at him even if he couldn't see it.
Back at camp a group of us sat by the fire pit, evening coming soon upon us. Shane took apart his gun to clean it with an old rag while Lori was busy trying to wrangle Carl in front of her long enough to cut his hair which had been growing longer. Emily sat beside Lori, brushing my hair gently, my focus fully on the stick in my hand that I was sharpening with my knife to keep myself busy.
"Baby, the more you fidget, the longer it takes. So don't, okay?" Lori urged Carl, growing tired of him not sitting still long enough for her to cut his hair.
"I'm trying." He grumbled in complaint, shifting once again.
"Well, try harder." She told him simply, Emily smiling from the side, silently glad I was able to sit still for her to brush my hair today.
"If you think this is bad, wait till you start shaving. That stings." Shane commented. His sister let out a small laugh at the memory of her older brother complaining with cuts all over his face all those years ago when he first started shaving. "That day comes, you'll be wishing for one of your mama's haircuts."
"I'll believe that when I see it." Carl claimed sarcastically and Shane chuckled along.
"I'll tell you what... You just get through this with some manly dignity and tomorrow I'll teach you something special. I will teach you to catch frogs." Shane proposed the idea to Carl.
"I've caught a frog before." Carl claimed with pride, not seeming too interested in being shown how to do it.
"I said frogs... plural. And it is an art, my friend. It is not to be taken lightly. There are ways and means. Few people know about it. I'm willing to share my secrets." Shane told Carl, Lori smiling at them bonding. Carl glanced back at his mother who turned his head back forward, continuing to cut his hair, reminding Emily of the braiding fiasco earlier in the day before the braid fell out in a tangled mess about mid afternoon, prompting her to brush through it.
