=͟͟͞͞💀"Finding you was as impossible as curing the virus"
.・゜゜・where Carl Grimes and Robin Pietro were best friends
OR
where Robin was a survivor with a not very pleasant past.・゜゜・
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Started: 08/05/2...
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Saying that Carl wasn't happy with Robin was like saying that Daryl Dixon didn't love his beloved crossbow.
Being together had been a habit for both of them, Grimes' little boy smile came out in all its splendor, of course Robin was a little less sweet than Carl, but he showed him how much he had missed him, without yet telling him things from the past.
Robin's head was spinning, she was sleeping having nightmares that she hadn't had since she ended her trauma of cannibalism. The memories of the walkers, of the deaths, her eyes seeing the cruel and merciless murder, she hated so much remembering that she had had to learn to use a weapon (although her parents later did not give her one), and that she had to survive fighting for food. Not even mini Robin would imagine that in her imaginary games with mini Carl.
All of this led her to wake up in the middle of the night, and it was horrible, because once she was awake, it was very difficult for her to go back to sleep. She tried to punish her own mind but she had no choice but to get out of bed and listen to the sound of the wind moving the curtains of the house, the citizens were sleeping and the security guards were the ones who would accompany her that night.
Great... She thought sarcastically, taking her sneakers, tying them up and wearing a jacket, she went out the window to look at the empty streets of Alexandria. She had the idea of exploring what she had already seen, at night and alone would it be interesting? She opened the window and one foot went out of it, being careful not to fall, she held on to the window the whole time just in case and when she was outside the window she noticed the tree, jumping almost to her death, she ended up on the branch moving some leaves and the weakest of the tree fell to the ground.
She waited a few seconds before taking action, not wanting anyone to see her. She looked at the beloved ground and, wanting to land on her feet like a cat, she jumped off the branch, landing on the ground lying down with a slight back pain.
"Fuck Robin." She muttered a scolding to herself as she stood up and brushed the grime she was sure was out of her hair.
She walked, brushing the dirt out of her hair, towards the park where she and Enid used to spend time hours ago, during the day. It was relaxing to see that everyone was asleep and those watching hadn't noticed her, more points in her favor.
I could do this often. She didn't love the quiet of Alexandria, but she did like the quiet like this, where it seemed desolate and there were no sounds of infected, she liked it and she didn't know why.
She stood in front of the house where her blue-eyed friend was resting, her hands in her pockets admiring how big the group's temporary home was. Standing there doing nothing made Rick Grimes notice her when he opened the door to see how the surveillance was going. He was left not knowing what to say to Robin, the same thing happened to the girl who felt nervous about the conclusions Rick could draw from 'Being in front of their house in the middle of the night as if she were going to do something to the house or to them.'
