❝tragic backstories and using the word "dude" romantically, that pretty much summed up carl grimes and elle coleman❞
[carl grimes x oc]
[seasons 3-11]
[not completed]
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In an attempt to hide from her mother's awkward and judgmental looks, Elle was currently pretending to be taking a mid afternoon nap. It was driving her crazy staying cooped up. She needed to be doing something. She didn't take breaks, her mind needed something to occupy itself with. Right now all she could do was sit in silence and think about how Daryl was somewhere in the same building, likely being tortured.
"I know you're not really sleeping. Come out."
Elle's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her mother's voice. She hadn't been expecting it, jumping up in shock and ending up rolling right off the side of the bed. There went any chance at continuing her lie.
At the sound of Elle falling, Jennifer opened the door to her room, shaking her head in disappointment at her daughter lying on the ground. She told her, "Your clumsiness is from your father. You can't blame me for that one." Elle's silence invited her to continue, "I have to go back to working and I can't leave you alone. You've got ten minutes to get ready."
If Elle was going to spend all her time following around her mother, she was going to make it worth it. If she'd be walking around the complex, seeing how many guards were around, overhearing important conversations...
"Wait!" Elle said as Jennifer was starting to walk out of the room. "Do you have a notebook or something I can use? I, uh, I like to, I like to draw! Yeah, I like to draw." She really needed to work on her lying skills. Especially when she was stuck in enemy territory. Jennifer obviously didn't care enough to pick up on it though, taking a second to dig through her belongings before tossing a small green notebook and a pencil towards her daughter.
"Still your favorite color?"
"Always."
Elle hated that her mother remembered that. If she couldn't act like a mom, she didn't get to know the fun details about Elle's life, personality, and interests. It wasn't fair. She didn't get to swoop in and pretend like she knew Elle.
After Elle got herself ready and started following her mother around, she realized she wasn't prepared for the intensity of the Sanctuary. In her time so far at the horrid place she hadn't had much time to interact with the Saviors besides Dr. Carson, but she soon learned that they were disgusting creatures. Elle was becoming acquainted with Negan's inner circle very quickly, and they all made her skin crawl. While she may have passed a friendly cook or cleaner walking the halls, they didn't make up for the disturbing comments from the guards and soldiers.
Even though she wasn't mentally prepared to interact with most of the Saviors, her notes did not fault. While her first few pages of shitty drawings hid the true intentions of her notebook, Elle would not suffer through being a prisoner without something to show for it. That was proven true by her chicken scratch notes that littered the pages of her notebook.
