"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Bellatrix Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Bellatrix Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any...
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"IT WAS VERY DRIPPY before."
"Was it drippy? That's okay."
"I'm going to make it into a heart!"
"Okay, that's fine. That's fine. Go ahead."
Sixteen months. A year and a half.
It's been a year and half since the war ended.
A lot has changed since then. A little girl has grown like a weed.
Little Judith Grimes is a newly fresh three year old.
And a daring one at that.
She's as mischievous as her big brother was when he was a toddler.
Her curls are a dirty blonde, growing to match the brown hair of the Grimes family more and more.
Her eyes are also a brown, she got those eyes from her mother. Lori Grimes.
A vibrant woman that welcomed Blake Park into her family.
Not only that but it's been a year and half since Carl Grimes died.
His grave is well taken care of, perhaps the most clean grave in their cemetery.
A letter C is made of several rocks, curtesy of his adopted older brother and his wife, Eve Rhee-Park Grimes.
A cross now resides at the head of the grave.
His name is carved into it, along with a heart.
His sister and his brother visit his grave every day.
They tell him stories about the new world their father made for them, for him.
"It's dripping from the heart." Judith exclaims as she looks at the red paint that slowly rolls down the painting.
The red mixed with the dark brown of the painted Bellatrix Dixon-Park's hair.
Judith just continues on painting the picture. "It's okay."
"Cause the heart's so full." Michonne says. "Is that why?"
"Some is dripping on Bella!" Judith announces with a gasp.
"Oh, no!" A now six year old Angel says as she joins her family on the porch.
She has two cups of water in her hand.
She hands one to man that she sees as a father.
Blake smiled at his adopted daughter and kissed her forehead.
"It's okay," Eve Rhee-Park Grimes pipes from Judith's other side. "You know Bella used to have red hair. At least from what she told me."
Blake laughted at his wife, as he placed their adopted daughter into his lap "She used to have red highlights when she was fourteen, she was rebelling against Daryl about something."
