❝tragic backstories and using the word "dude" romantically, that pretty much summed up carl grimes and elle coleman❞
[carl grimes x oc]
[seasons 3-11]
[not completed]
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The group sat around a fire that glowed the same color as Elle's hair. She could feel a lot of people's gazes on her, but she ignored it and stared down at the portion of food she was given. It wasn't much, and she was very hungry, but she didn't have a human being growing inside of her. That was why she risked even more attention walking through the circle they had made, offering Lori the rest of her food. At first, she denied it, but Elle told her she had a whole can of peaches for breakfast before she ran into the group, which was a lie, but Lori seemed to believe it as she took the bowl from Elle's hands. All that was in it was meat and her spagettios.
To an outside eye, you could tell she was new to the group. She sat behind the group so far it didn't seem like she was even apart of the circle.
After giving her food to Lori, she kept to herself, not butting into the conversation, she only started really listening when Beth started singing at her father's request. It wasn't a song she was familiar with, yet she found herself humming along. Beth had a beautiful voice as well as Maggie who had joined her sister in singing.
"Better all turn in," Rick said once the women were done singing. "I'll take watch over there. Got a big day tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" Glenn questioned. Elle's head perked up and she pulled her knees up to her chest. She wanted to hear what Rick had to say. If she was going to be apart of this group she was going to help them with whatever she could.
"Look, I know we're all exhausted," Rick said. "This was a great win. But we've got to push just a little bit more. Most of the walkers are dressed as guards and prisoners. Looks like this place fell pretty early. It could mean the supplies may be intact. They'd have an infirmary, a commissary."
"An armory?" Daryl asked from where he stood next to Elle.
"That would be outside the prison itself, but not too far away. Warden's offices would have info on the location. Weapons, food, medicine. This place could be a gold mine."
Just at the thought, butterflies danced around Elle's stomach. She hadn't had any of those luxuries in a few years. It had always been hoping the berries she found weren't poisonous and hoping the water wasn't contaminated. The spagettios she had only just recently found, the only thing in a line of twelve cars.
"We're dangerously low on ammo. We'd run out before we make a dent," Herschel spoke up.
Rick had a solution though, he seemed to have one for everything. "That's why we have to go in there hand to hand." If there was one thing Elle didn't like it was hand-to-hand combat. She was better with a gun and it made her feel safer. She would never give up her gun, even without bullets it gave her a sense of security. The only reason she had given it to Rick was so that they didn't kill her.
