❝ there's no point in surviving this world if we don't have each other. ❞
IN WHICH a group of survivors navigate their way through a desolate world filled with the walking dead.
the walking dead season 2 - ?
oc x oc / oc x oc
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐘 ︶꒦꒷★꒷꒦︶
It had been a little over 6 months since the farm.
Everyone was exhausted, Lori was heavily pregnant, they were all hungry. Everyone was struggling. The constant moving was difficult for them all, but especially Lori. Not having a constant roof over her head and being reliant on outdoor fires and the occasional beat down old house.
Lucky for them, on this warm summer day, they had found an abandoned house. Rick, Daryl, T-Dog, Carl and Roman were scoping the house, while the others stayed outside by the cars. "How ya' doin', mama?" Claire smiled at Lori, placing a gentle hand on the womans back. Lori sent a weak smile, "It's gettin' close. I'm nervous."
Before Claire could respond, Rick had whistled at them from the front doors. Claire inhaled deeply, throwing her backpack over her shoulders, grabbing Roman's duffle bag as well and wrapping it across her chest, before bending over and grabbing her blanket and following the others into the house. She winced at the smell as she entered the threshold, the smell of death and rotting flesh filling her senses as she stared around at it. The paint was chipping and there was dirt and flys everywhere, but it looked okay for a few nights.
"Eh," Claire muttered, sending Roman a greeting smile as she tore his duffel bag off and handed it to him, "It's got good bones." Roman rolled his eyes with a small smile as she passed him into the living room, where everyone was sitting down and resting their legs. Claire groaned as she removed her backpack, plopping down in the open spot next to Kira.
With a deep sigh of relief, she grabbed the ponytail off her wrist and tied her hair up and away from her sweaty neck. Her hair had gotten much longer over the months, now reaching more than halfway down her back. Which made this scorching summer just that much more unbearable, meaning she kept her hair up in a low bun most of the time.
A grunt escaped Roman as he leaned against the wall next to Claire, the girls face falling as Carl sat down on the floor and placed two cans of dog food in front of him. Claire grimaced, stomach rumbling in disgust at the mere thought. Yeah, she'd rather starve. And with how often she had given her portions of food to Lori, going a night or two without food sounded better than dog food.
