Brother's Keeper ¹ || The walking dead

113.

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"..Judith!" Heart stilling in her chest, a twenty three year old Bronwyn, violently stabbed a walker in the head as her eyes darted around trying to find Judith, who had gone missing a minute ago

"Judith!" Beside her, Rosita had yelled Judith's name, causing Bronwyn to hold back a wince due to her hearing aids giving her a small feedback.

She was lucky enough that Melanie was able to keep her hearing aids fixed, but most of the time she didn't really need them anymore, deciding not to wear them due to how much they hurt after a while.

"I'm here!" Breathing heavily, Judith ran over to them.

Aaron rushed over to Judith, kneeling down in front of her with worried eyes, "Are you okay?"

A person whimpering caught his attention, and he looked behind Judith as she spoke, "I heard them calling. They needed our help."

Aaron stood up, pulling Judith behind him. Bronwyn lifted her bow, aiming, ready to kill if needed. Her eyes were narrowed into a glare.

"Our rig - it got overrun by sickos." A man said, breathing heavily, "we owe our lives to Miss Grimes here." He gestured to Judith.

"They still need our help." Judith said, taking the water canister from Aaron and walking over to the injured woman, who took the canister, rapidly opening it.

"We can't. You know that." Rosita told Judith, who turned to look at her.

Bronwyn lowered her bow after deciding the people weren't going to harm them. They barely had energy to hold themselves up.

"Yes, we can." Bronwyn spoke, Judith smiled at her, "They need our help," she adjusted her bow on her back, placing the arrow in her arrow bag, "We don't turn people away, doesn't matter what Michonne says."

Bronwyn looked at them group, her eyes softening a little. She wanted to be just like her father, minus the whole drug dealer part. Her father used to help people, and she wanted to do that too, sometimes the people she encountered didn't want help, or even if she did help them, they tried to kill her for the rest of her supplies.

She hoped this group was different. "..They don't go. I don't go." Judith told Rosita, who sighed, shaking her head a little.

Snarls were heard, and soon walkers appeared. Eugene walked forward, taking out his knife to kill the walkers by a stab to the head.

"Come on, let's go."

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In Alexandria, Riven sat on the porch stairs of the infirmary with a journal in hand, and a pencil in the other, besides him sat Dylan, who had a journal in his lap, his fingers nervously drumming against the cover of the journal.

"What's wrong?" Riven spoke after a minute, turning his head to look at Dylan, placing the pencil down in between the journal and closing the journal, giving Dylan his full attention.

"Nothing's wrong," Dylan replied. A small sighed escaping him, and he opened his journal, flipping a few pages before stopping.

He held out the journal towards Riven, who grabbed the journal, looking down at the page. "..I'm not as good as you."

"Of course you are." Riven told him, Dylan gave him a look of disbelief, not believing he was a good artist like Riven.

"You're just saying that 'cause you're obligated to say it." Dylan said, Riven chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm not. This is amazing, Dylan, I'm gonna hang it on the wall if you let me." Riven said, ruffling Dylan's hair.

Dylan smiled, the nervousness gone. He was nervous that his drawing wasn't good enough. He was worried his dad wouldn't like his drawings.