✧ ཻུ۪۪. 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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AFTER SOME HOURS of wandering down the tracks, Ella kept her mouth shut for most of the days journey.
Her mind was distracted, the sounds of conversation being drowned out by the gentle breeze blowing past her ears. Where they were going, or better known as Terminus, had been weighing on her thoughts for quite some time.
Ella wanted so desperately to just arrive at the sanctuary, and have all her questions answered. An example of one of those questions was if people they knew were still alive, and maybe found themselves going to terminus as well. By the signs posted all around the tracks, it was a very good possibility. Her sisters could be there, even. The girls excitement rose at that thought, just like earlier.
Thinking more about their destination, there could've also been a chance someone like Carol could have found her way there as well. Sure, Rick did send her off, yet she would have had enough time to make it to the so called sanctuary by now. Possibilities like these became more likely, every sign they encountered only increasing her hopes even more.
"What are you two up to?"
Snapping from her internal thoughts, Ella looked up to the three others, Rick being the one who spoke up. Glancing to what he was questioning, she saw Carl and Michonne, both walking along the sides of the train tracks. It left her in the middle, without even noticing, really.
"Shh, i'm about to win this thing." Michonne shushed the man, her hands held out to either side of her body.
"Win?" Ella questioned, her eyes shifting between Carl and Michonne, who seemed very focused in their little competition.
"Yeah, win. Carl here doesn't stand a chance." Michonne smirked, the two sharing a laugh afterwards.
"In your dreams." Carl rolled his eyes and laughed softly, keeping his attention focused on the small metal beam he walked across.
