＂you're such a disaster "
based off of the AMC series, The Walking Dead. Juliet was a normal girl, living a normal life, up until the world went to shit.
she's been surviving on her own since the passing of her parents, but what happens when she m...
。。。 "I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." ~Marilyn Monroe 。。。
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«prologue»
THE sound of bodies shuffling and groaning were heard around juliet. leaping over logs and smacking branches out of her way, the smell of fresh morning dew and rotten flesh succumbed her senses. gun at her hip, the holsters leather worn out and tearing, her old sneakers, falling apart at the seams and hanging by a few loose strands of string. huffing, she leaned against a tree and sighed roughly. moans were heard a few feet to her left, and she was running again.
it was the end of the world, juliet lost everything only a few months in and was left alone since then. left to scavenge and survive all on her own. she knew the definition of loneliness, hell, she was loneliness. everything around her was a blur, her adrenaline spiked through her, her feet moved roughly, yet gracefully through the bush. nothing could stop her from surviving, nothing yet at least.
with one fatal mis-step, she fell. her foot caught on a root, making her fall face first to the dirt. not ideal, especially when there were a good, five walkers on their way to feast on her. her mind finally understood what had happened and she scrambled to get up, yet it was too late. a walker had grabbed her, it's teeth clamping together and it's eyes cold and dead locked on her. now, they both took a tumble, her underneath the beast and it on top. juliet couldn't reach the old, dented gun in her holster, so she used her hands the best she could. in her peripherals, she saw at least three more walked headed straight for her. sweating, she struggled harder, she pushed and shoved the undead being, she did everything she could. that is, until the was a gust of air and an arrow marked its place in the center of the walkers skull.
"get up." with no hesitation, she shoved the walker off and ran to the source of the arrow and the voice. studying the man, she noticed he was clean. well, as clean as clean gets in this shit hole of a world. his long dark hair layer messy and his tattered leather jacket was ripped and worn out. "we gotta go. quit starin' and stick with me." the girl nodded and followed the man, it was the least she could do, he just saved her life. "how many walkers you killed?" taken aback, juliet looked at him.
"uhm, i don't know. lots." her voice was sore and dry. this was the first time she'd spoken outwardly in so long.
"how many people you killed?" the question struck her hard. she shivered and looked at the ground as they walked.
"two. i've killed two people." the man studied her features the best he could as her head hung low. he could assume she was around the age of thirteen, but it was hard to tell.
"why?" sighing she looked at him.
"because they asked me to." now it was his turn to be taken aback. he didn't assume that, that was what her answer was going to be. he asked the questions though, he knew she would be ok for his group.
"i'm daryl." he kept his head looking forward, not daring to look at the girl.
"juliet." their introductions were simple, and that meant a lot to the both of them. juliet had been alone for so long she never had decent interactions with people anymore.
"i'm taking you to my group. you're going to need to talk to rick. he's our leader." juliet nodded and continued to keep pace with daryl.
it wasn't like juliet never had human interactions during this whole "apocalypse", no. she'd met people, but they never meant well. the walk was long and the pair kept silent, up until daryl asked a question.
"who'd you kill?"
"my mom and my brother. my dad walked out on us when i was about three. they both got bit and they told me to end their suffering. so i did." tear welled in her eyes, but she kept from crying, knowing that it's a sign of weakness. daryl was sympathetic for juliet, not like he'd say it out loud, so he just patted her shoulder and they continued to walk to the gates of a prison. "where the hell are we?"
"home. now don't do anything stupid or your gonna get your ass kicked outta here." he called for the gates to be opened and a girl ran down, she had brown hair and was very pretty, she reminded juliet of her mom. as her and daryl walked in they were met with a man, his beard was scruffy and his hair was fluffed, as though it were a cat who had just been scared shitless.
"daryl, whose this." the man glowered at juliet, she shrunk down and hid halfway behind daryl. sure they'd just met, but she knew no one else and was most comfortable with him. by now, a few people were outside and staring at the new girl and daryl, no one knew what to think or what rick was going to do.
"this is juliet. i asked the questions already, she's alone. c'mon rick, she's just a kid." rick looked at daryl then back to juliet. he sighed and nodded. juliet let a smile past he scratched and dirty face and looked up at daryl, who patted her head. "let's get you cleaned up and in a cell. this is carol, she'll show you the showers." daryl handed the girl off to an older women with graying hair, who smiled warmly at juliet.
"follow me and we'll get you settled." carol took juliet into the prison and showed her to the showers, "i'll see if we have any spare clothes, but as of right now get washed up." with that, carol took off into the cell block.
juliet sighed and looked around the dark room. the concrete walls were cracked and chipped, the floor was cold and dirty and the mirrors were fogged and covered in grime. standing in front of the mirror she studied her features, her hair was knotted and her face was covered in dirt. she was unrecognizable. sighing she took off her ripped clothes she stepped into the shower and felt all the months of mud and blood run off of her. it took quite a bit of scrubbing, but in the end she was free of all dirt and grime.
as she stepped out of the shower she took another look at her figure. her face was no longer covered in anything and she stared at her eyes. she never liked their colour, she though they were to dull. in the corner of the room was a pile of clothes, a few pairs of jeans and shirts, a long with shoes and other articles of clothing. she tried some on and found the ones that fit and brought the other ones down into the cell block.
she placed them on a table and made her way outside. the hot virginia sun beamed down on her as she made her way towards rick and a young boy.
rick turned to the blonde girl and smiled, "juliet, i want you to meet my son."
the boy turned and the hat on his head flopped to the side, he gave a nod and said, "hi, i'm carl."
