Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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Heyyyeeyeyey guys how's life?
Look at that attractive bean omg
Carl grimes is a bae in season 7 might I say!
Okay here's the chapter lol

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SKYE

I sighed, glancing up at the vast blue sky, feeling small under the bowl-shaped ocean above me. The white, puffy clouds covered it, making me smile very lightly as I was reminded of cotton candy. I couldn't remember the taste of the delicious treat.

The sky looked calm. It looked peaceful, despite the chaos of the world down below.

Brining my hopeful gaze back to earth, I thought of the long strenuous walk the three people I had put my trust in were on.

Every tiring step, every harsh, cold wind blow, every walker we put down-- it was all for one thing, and that was to get to Terminus so we could survive.

We'd been walking for several days now and I was tired. But I pushed on, for Carl, for Rick, for Michonne, for Gemma, for Robert, and my parents.

I kept going, even if I felt like I wanted it to end. The load was easier, and the burden was lighter with Rick, Carl, and Michonne.

They brightened me up and I was learning to live again, smile again, laugh again. They were keeping me from losing myself, knowing it or not.

Rick was giving me something to hold onto. He kept me in the constant knowledge of having a leader, someone to look up to, someone to follow. He was someone I could believe in, and I was more than thankful for the man I had put my whole, vulnerable trust in. Rick was someone I could follow.

Michonne reminded me of my mother in a way. She gave me a reason to smile and I always found myself laughing with her. Michonne, the woman I met over a short conversation in the woods, kept me joyful, despite the world's attempts to drag me down.

And I was thankful for Carl. Carl was keeping me sane. He was a constant reminder that there are still young people alive that know the cruel, deplorable insanity that I'm forced to go through, even though it's only reality. He was keeping me from feeling isolated with his awful, corny jokes, warming laughter, and likable personality. He was my best friend, and I was grateful for the blue-eyed boy.

"You hungry?" Rick ripped me from my thoughts and I blinked from the grip back to reality. I scoffed at his question.

"I'm always hungry.." I mumbled, shaking my head. I heard a callous chuckle from the man even though I couldn't see it.

"Aren't we all?"

"You've got that right.." I laughed slightly. "Speaking of food, How are we doing on supplies?" I dug through my bag while walking alongside Rick, glancing up at the taller man.

"Well," he looked down at me briefly before digging through his own duffle bag. "I think we got about a day's worth of water left.."

"Oh great.." I slumped, kicking at the pebbles on the train tracks.

"Yeah I know." He mumbled in agreement, shaking his head. "We're lucky it's cooled off a little bit but--" Rick glanced to his right. Wasn't Michonne there a few seconds ago?