"They think I'm scrawny" he kept his voice soft, a small touch of cockiness behinde it
"They think I'm weak"
He stops and shakes his head, his eyes meeting yours
"They don't know shit about me"
"Not what I am"
"What are you, Noah?" He looks down at the closes he was folding, silence filling the space for a moment
He looks up, his eyes seeming to shine with confidence, a small smile spreads across his face
"I'm a survivor"
*roll credits*
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💕🤠THE WALKING DEAD IMAGINES AND DRABBLES🤠💕
DiversosYour in for a treat Or not Guess your gonna have to read and find out 😂😙🤷♀️