[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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cw: talk about religion + nola's relationship / struggles with God & religion.
season 5, episode 2
Green was beginning to become my least favorite color due to how much of it I kept seeing. We had spent the night in the woods, a fire the only thing keeping us warm and giving us light.
I held Judith in my arms all night, not wanting to let her go. I was internally grateful that she was alive, I had never been more relieved and happy in my life. It was clear that she missed me as well, her little hands gripping the fabric of my shirt proving it.
After spending the night in the woods we decided to get a move on the next morning, not wanting to waste any more time, knowing we needed to find a good place to camp and we needed to get far away from Terminus.
I kept myself quiet for most of the trip, instead keeping my eyes open for any danger. Rick and I led the group together, our steps filled with determination and eagerness.
Over my shoulder was an assault rifle that Abraham gave me, stating, 'You need to keep yourself safe, pregnant chick,', to which I just chuckled and Rick sent him a sharp glare.
It was nerve-wracking being pregnant while on the road, it reminded me of Lori, and how I was now in the same position she was. But I was aware there were differences, I was more evolved to this life, giving me the privilege to protect myself and my baby.
No matter what happened to me, I knew I'd have enough strength to defeat the danger ahead of me, I knew I would. That was the main difference between Lori and me.
She was an amazing woman and was courageous and strong for being able to survive her pregnancy and give birth to a beautiful baby, but I knew I had to be even stronger.
I knew I'd need to survive, not only for my child but for Judith, Carl, and Rick, they all needed me. And I needed to survive to see this baby, and give it the best life possible even though this whole world had fallen into shit.
Judith now sat on the back of Tyreese, simply hanging from his backpack but still having the time of her life. The man had offered to take her from me, wanting to give me a break from holding her, which I hesitantly did.
We all walked through the thick woods, most of us silent, while others murmured to each other. My feet began to ache the first 30 minutes of all of us walking, but I ignored it, knowing we'd take a break soon enough.
"Help! Help, anybody! Help!" A manly voice shrieked from afar, causing me to halt in my steps, my grip on my rifle tightening.
In front of me, Carl spun around to face me and Rick. "Dad, Nola, come on," he said quickly, his frantic eyes bouncing between the two of us.
