✧ ཻུ۪۪. 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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WITH NO OTHER CHOICE, the trapped group of survivors would be forced to fight the people of Terminus, knowingly agreeing to the fact that the opportunity might not even come one day.
For all they knew, they could be trapped inside this cramped train car, forever.
That's how Ella was left to make her own weapons, from the forceful instruction of Rick, and the other grown-ups. There was nothing to use but her shoe laces to complete such a task, later helping chip off a sliver of wood from the siding. Her hands were red and sore by now from the efforts, pulling roughly on the thin strands, while the wood was beginning to poke out from the others. All of the others were doing the same, of course, but in a variety of ways.
Some had already made their own wooden spears, while others sharpened their belt edges to stab any future wandering enemy. Compared to all of them, Ella's flimsy wooden weapon wasn't as, well, sturdy, maybe? The edge was sharp, that's for sure, yet it was a lot more skinny than she imagined. Letting out a soft groan of annoyance, the girl fell back on her knees, glaring at her work in progress.
"How's it going over there?" A familiar voice spoke, those few words tickling at her eardrums.
Turning her back slightly, Ella was met with the face of Carl, his usual sheriff's hat basically glued to his head. In the dark, his freckled stained face was blurred out, the only mostly visible thing being the outline of his jaw and the more prominent features. Her eyes wandered up towards the accessory on his head, as she could recall the last time she had seen it gone, which would usually reveal his wavy brown locks. It was in the car, where he had built up the courage, and kissed her.
That particular incident, it was only a day ago, yet it felt like an eternity. So much had happened already, in such little time.
