The Grimes twins were inseparable since birth. Raising hell with Shane Walsh all through grade school till graduation when the boys became cops and (Y/n) joined the military. Then the world went to shit, the dead rose reclaiming the world.
Now (Y/n...
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(^^^^Your outfit except you have dog tags on too^^^^)
It had been almost a month and a half since Rick had been shot and put in that coma. It had been exactly three weeks and two days since you last saw him laying in that hospital bed. Exactly three weeks since the dead decided to rise and swiftly force the collapse the world as everyone had known it. You didn't say much of anything these days. Grunting and slamming the axe into the wood. Splitting the hunk in two. The force of the axe making your military dog tags jingle a little on your chest. You quickly put another hefty pice of wood up on the stump and slammed the axe back down again. The memories of Shane walking through the doors of Lori and Ricks front door telling you that it was time to leave replay in your mind like a movie as you attempt to suppress them. Only to fail miserably.
The anger rises in your rib cage, and the sorrow prick at your eyes. So you slam the axe down again, trying desperately to release some of your emotion. After the last two chunks of wood fall, you slam the ax into the stump with a thud. Leaving it firmly stuck there for Ed, because you never share your fire wood with him. Unless of course Carol or Sophia asked, only then would you agree to share a pice or two. Josh to save them having to fetch it for Ed, or as you personally call him, a sorry excuse for a human being. You didn't mind getting fore wood for the camp here in this abandoned quarry just outside of Atlanta. Everyone did their part. It was best they could for the most part anyway, and thats all any of them could do. All you could do as well.
You weren't hunting today, though apart of you wished you were. Daryl was the one hunting, while his brother was out on a supply run for the group in the city. Glenn was leading it. T-Dog, Merle, Andrea, Morales, and Jacqui were on the run, supporting Glenn. Hence you stuck cutting wood that turned into a desperate attempt at self soothing. Trying to simultaneously keep your mind from wandering on why they weren't back yet. It had been hours since they left at the crack of dawn. Far too long, and you cared for those strangers that had turned into your rag tag group. You even cared for Merle Dixon, though you much preferred his brother.
You'd taken a liking to the redneck Daryl since you met him. He was intriguing to you. Extremely observant with his curious blue eyes that stopped you in your tracks when you first saw him. Daryl was by far closer with you than anybody in the camp besides his big brother. He was sorta a lone wolf kinda guy, and you liked that about him. You wanted to tell your own big brother all about Daryl, and how you felt about the whole friendship you had going on with him. How you found yourself wanting more that just a friendship with Daryl. You really think your big brother would have like Daryl- Then you blink, because for a split second, you forgot that he was gone. Your big brother. Your twin brother. The other half of your very soul.. he was dead...
Your jaw tenses in grief stricken heart ache mixed with that rage you fought so often now. Your hands starting to pick up the pieces of wood one by one. The very thing you'd been fighting all day slowly taking over your mind. Just as slowly as the talking of everyone back at camp begins to fade away. Because once again, you weren't just remembering it. You were there on that horrific moment. All over again you remembered Lori's sobbing cries as she helps her son pack necessities in bags. You could feel Shane's death grip on you as he held your body to his. Trying his damnedest to prevent you from storming the overrun hospital just to get Rick. Your other brother held your back to his chest as you screamed trying to fight out of his grip. A long, defeated sigh leaves your nose as you give in to the wave of memory. Your feet starting towards the wood pile with some of the fresh split wood in your arms.
