Vivienne Dixon is ten years old and alive. She knows she's alive because that's what her name means. The name Vivienne originates from ancient Rome and was used as a variant of the name Viviana. It is derived from the Latin word 'vivus' meaning 'ali...
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𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: not sure about this chapter, as it takes place whilst everyone is out looking for sophia, but obviously she's not going to go, so take what you will for this chapter!!
ALSO, i haven't written viv in literal months. i pre-plan chapters and had 13 in drafts so that i could post while trying to wrack my brain for ideas about this chapter but i literally couldn't think of anything.
i think it's because i'm currently re-watching twd, and i'm at alexandria right now AND I NEED ALEXANDRIA VIV. PLLLEAAAAAASE!!!
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Everybody apart from me, T-Dog and Dale have gone out to look for Sophia. Shane says we have to keep on lookin' through cars for fuel and food and water. We also have to stay here just in case Sophia circles back.
I don't think I mind stayin' here. If my leg wasn't all fucked up and I had to go in the woods with everybody, I'd probably have to kill more Walkers, and I don't wanna do that just yet. I know I have to. That's how we survive. But I'm not ready just yet.
Carl said it was super duper cool that I killed a Walker, 'cause he hasn't, and he's older than me. But it really wasn't that cool. I still look at Allison Penny's ID whenever I can, and I still see her blood on my legs.
That's why I'm wearin' my jeans today, so I don't have to look at the imaginary blood, but also because the stitches in my knee really freak me out. Like really a lot.
Before Andrea left, her and Dale had a real big argument. I couldn't hear most of it, though, 'cause I was too far away. Now Dale's all sad, but pretendin' like he's not. T-Dog hasn't mentioned anything about it, so I won't either.
Anyway, I'm sat on the bonnet of Dale's RV with my bag by my feet, and my crutches leanin' next to me. I'm not sure what the point of goin' through more cars is because we have got a whole load of food already collected. T-Dog doesn't see the point either and Dale's on top of his RV like a hawk with his binoculars.
"Ain't you supposed to be fixing that radiator?" T-Dog yells up. "What if they come back with Sophia and Rick wants to move on." "I had it fixed yesterday." he says.
"What? What was all that rubbing and sanding for then? That just bullshit" "Yeah, that's one word." Dale mumbles. "Another word would be pantomime just for show. No one else needs to know that."
