✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
the walking dead | seasons 4 - 8
( carl grimes x fem!oc )
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12/20/20 & 6/17/22 - #1 in chanderriggs
5/26/22 & 1/2...
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LATER IN THE EVENING, Ella found herself back inside of her family's tiny, slightly cramped, cell.
Of course, only after spending some time out in the fields, with her new supposed friends. At least, she hoped the two boys could be considered friends. That part wasn't very clear, as they had only talked once, that being hours ago.
After arriving back into her cell that night, both of her siblings had beat her back somehow, already talking amongst themselves as their waited for their older sister to arrive. The sun had already set a few hours ago, but it was long before it was time to fall asleep. Their father was still gone as well, to their limited knowledge, he was speaking to some of the leaders in the prison. These adults were called 'the council', and they were the ones who helped form this place many months ago.
Ella never imaged herself getting to know any of them, as she barely knew who was even considered to be apart of this little governing group. However, if they took over the whole prison by themselves, they must have been pretty strong. That information was enough for her, knowing that if she stumbled across any of these members, that she would only take extra precautions to treat these people with more respect than others. After all, without them, they wouldn't even be standing there, cleaning their cell, without a care in the world.
Currently, the girl was carefully folding some of the clothes left in their bags and drawers, organizing and what not. Her sisters had also collected things around the building, like wildflowers, to make it feel more like a home rather than a cell. Moving between the bag and the drawers, Ella hissed under her breath from a stinging pain down on her knee, from her previous untreated injury. It was from earlier, when she fell down the small flight of stairs, while looking for her family amongst the new group of strangers.
"You should really clean that, it looks bad." Mika worriedly looked up at her sister, glancing down to her injury.
"I told you, it's nothing. It'll be all better by tomorrow." Ella sighed, forcing herself to continue folding the clothes, now ignoring the pain whenever her leg moved.
