I have already been here for a few weeks. I honestly really liked it here. I addressed most of the people like family members. I went down stairs where everyone was. When I got down I was greeted by Aunt Carol. I honestly thought she was a wonderful lady.
"Hello! Would you like to eat something?" Aunt Carol asks.
"Yes, thank you." I reply.
Then she hands me two granola bars and a bag of chips.
"Why don't you and Carl eat these and talk a bit?" the kind lady said.
"Yeah, sure. That's a great idea! I said.
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(Get it dead people and it is a TWD fanfic.😂 Ha! I am funny!)
Carl's P.O.V
When she came I thought she was so beautiful her aspects were just beautiful in general. With her very dark almost black hair, her turquoise eyes that seemed to change colour all the time, and her perfectly tinted cheeks, she seemed like the definition of beautiful. The way she spoke too she didn't seem like a Dixon to be honest. When I saw her walking over I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. Her hair was in a Katniss braid, wearing ripped dark jeans, a grey tank top, and a button down shirt opened and sleeves rolled to elbows. I couldn't help but blush a bit.
"Hey! why don't we get to know each other better?" she asked.
"Okay." I replied.
"How about 20 questions?" she said.
"Yeah! I'll go first. Favorite color?"
(C-Carl, R-Roselyn)
R- "Really that's the best you could do?"
I shrugged
R-"Purple."
C-"Blue"
R-"How old are you?"
C-"Classic." She shoved me. "14"
R-"Same."
C-"Were you in a group before?"
She seemed to tense up a bit I don't know why though.
R- "Yeah." Her eyes got cloudy.
I thought it was a touchy subject for her so didn't push it. This is when I realized how she probably wasn't what everyone thought she was. From the way she acts and looks she seems as if she never had a hard patch in her life before but then I remembered that she is a Dixon and a Dixon never has it easy.
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Read the next chapter in Roselyn's view. I hope you liked it!
- Ashes
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Ready or Not {Used to be: Three Dixons}
FanfictionRoselyn Dixon a 14 year old who surviving the apocalypse by herself. That is, until she found out that her brother is alive. Once hearing of this great news she doesn't hesitate to find him. When she does find him she couldn't be any happier, but wh...
