❝ 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 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ︶꒦꒷★꒷꒦︶
Claire huffed as she sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as a yawn escaped her lips. She was careful not to wake the sleeping boy in the bunk above her as she slipped on a pair of jeans and pulled a clean tank top over her head.
Slipping her feet into her boots, she slid her knife into its holster at her hip before carefully peeling the thick privacy blanket back and sneaking out of their room.
Despite it being pretty early in the morning, Claire guessed maybe 6 or 7 a.m., the prison was bustling with early morning life. Carol was serving breakfast, the tables under the makeshift coverings crowded with people eating and getting ready for the day. "Morning." Claire smiled at Carol as she approached the table, accepting the plate of food Carol handed her. Deer, yum.
Before the outbreak, the idea of eating deer would've made Claire sick to her stomach, but now? God, that charred slab of meat on the counter made her mouth water.
"You slept in today." Carol joked, winking at the girl. Claire rolled her eyes at the teasing, shoveling the deer into her mouth in one swipe. "Morning, Carol."
Claire paused her chewing at the voice, turning to Roman with a smile, swallowing the deer as quickly as she could. "Ready for fence duty?" Roman quirked a teasing eyebrow at her, watching as she cleared her throat before speaking, "Mhm, so ready." Roman nodded with a smile, "See ya' down there."
Claire waved, eyes widening as he turned his back. A cough traveled up her throat, and Claire quickly reached for Carol's flask of water. The older woman chuckled as Claire took a sip, "You should probably take smaller bites—" Claire shook her head as she wiped her mouth and passed Carol the water, "I'll throw myself off the watch tower." Claire began walking down to the fence, ignoring Carol's boisterous laughter.
