✧ ཻུ۪۪. 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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WARMTH.
That's all Ella felt the moment her body clashed against Carol's, eager for the tight embrace the woman gave her.
By the heat which radiated from her body, Ella knew that Carol was actually real, and that she wasn't loosing it quite yet. Burying her head into the woman's shoulder at this realization, a light chuckle escaped from the adult, as her arms tightened around the young girls smaller form.
"You're actually here, oh, my god." Ella mumbled, holding back the stinging tears which threatened to fall. She hadn't cried after the prison, and she wasn't going to let herself do so now, even if all she wanted to do was fall victim to the tears.
"You can't escape me that easy." Carol spoke, the smile she wore practically revealing itself through the tone she used with the girl.
"It's just, how? You were gone, how did you know we were here?" Ella questioned, closing her eyes as the embrace continued, Carol's comforting vibe soothing her worries with the time which flew by.
Hesitating with her words, Carol sighed, raising her free hand. Very gently, she placed it on top of her blonde locks, brushing out the strands with her older, trembling fingers. "I had some help along the way." She had finally answered, lowering her tone down to a whisper.
"What do you mean?" Ella asked yet again, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion at the way she phrased her previous sentence.
Shaking her head, Carol refused to answer, until Ella slowly pulled away from her grasp. Looking the woman over once more, she really began to get a good look at her, and could see all the struggles painted across her appearance. Her shirt was tainted and stained with dirt, along with some old splatters of blood, most likely from the dead creatures which roamed nearby. Mixed along with some of the blood stains on her features, the tears falling from her eyes had begun to wash away the layer of dirt which clung to her cheeks, revealing her worn out skin beneath its thick coat. She looked older almost, with a type of pain Ella couldn't explain hidden behind her matching blue eyes.
