"I've done things," Charlie said, looking up into his eyes full of disappointment. "Things that I am not proud of. But everything I've done, I've done to survive...And I did. I survived."
"And are you happy?" Daryl asked, using all his power to stop...
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As Rick and Daryl prepare to leave Judith, Carl, Michonne, and Charlie at the church to keep them safe while they venture out to find Beth, the group springs into action. With makeshift barricades, they fortified every entrance to the church, stacking pews, furniture, and any heavy objects they could find. Each member worked in tandem, fueled by a collective determination to safeguard their haven from external threats. Michonne grabbed some heavy furniture while Carl and Charlie help moved it into place.
Rick and Daryl, tasked with a crucial mission, left behind explicit instructions for the remaining members: Judith, Carl, Michonne, and Charlie.
Charlie felt cautious or uncertain about Noah, as he was a newcomer to the group and trust was hard to come by in the post-apocalyptic world. However, as Noah proved himself invaluable in securing the church and aiding their cause, Charlie's heart warmed to the boy who was looking like a beaten dog. He was a lanky, hurt, and scared. She even felt a little sorry for him.
"Before I go," Daryl approached her. "I believe this is yours."
She furrowed her brows as she looked at the bag that looked awfully familiar. Charlie took it not looking what was inside.
"And this," he said, searching for something in his pocket. "I thought you would like to have it."
Daryl signed for her to show him her hand and she did that without a doubt. Then she felt something cold. She was looking at the silver chain and subtle charm that was connected to it. It was her necklace. He was in her apartment.
Realization hit her and she looked up, but once she did Daryl was already walking away. With shaky hands she looked in the bag and gasped.
Charlie's hands trembled with anticipation as she gingerly reached into the bag Dary had given her. Carefully, she withdrew a handful of memories, each one a significant piece of her past. Photographs, captured moments of laughter and joy with loved ones long gone. Among them, she found souvenirs: a keychain from a road trip, a ticket stub from a concert, a worn-out baseball cap that belonged to her brother. With each item she unearthed, Charlie's heart swelled with bittersweet nostalgia, transporting her back to a time when the world was still whole and her family was by her side.
A single tear was quickly wiped away.
In the dimly lit interior of the church, Charlie sat in a pew, meticulously cleaning their weapons. Her fingers moved with practiced precision, ensuring each firearm was primed and ready for whatever lay ahead. Near her, Michonne was sitting with Judith, her arms wrapped tightly around the young girl. In the warmth of their embrace, the worries of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being together. Michonne pressed a tender kiss to Judith's forehead, silently vowing to shield her from the horrors of the outside world for as long as she could.
Across the aisle, Carl stood alone, his focus entirely on the empty space before him. With each fluid movement, he practiced his fighting techniques, the sound of his fists meeting the air echoing softly in the sacred space. Michonne was carefully observing Carl, the rhythmic sound of his movements filled the air, a testament to his dedication and determination. Michonne's gaze lingered on the boy, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as pride swelled within her.
