Eternal Life, twd
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- Partes 12
ETERNAL LIFE ༻❁༺
"tell me where is the love in what your
prophet has said? man, it sounds to me just
like a prison for the walking dead."
MARCELINE MARS stopped speaking when she was eight years old. it didn't happen all at once-silence crept in slow, like weeds through cracked concrete, until there was nothing left. in a home where love felt like a bruise and voices hit harder than fists, no one noticed when her voice disappeared. so she became something else. smaller. sharper. she bit her tongue and swallowed her words, waiting for the day she could vanish without leaving a piece of herself behind. and if anyone tried to drag her back, they'd learn the hard way-she knew how to bite.
or,
in which, marceline had survived on her own for years by the time she crossed paths with michonne. in a world gone quiet beneath the weight of the dead, it was michonne who taught her how to fight, how to endure, and how to keep moving forward when there was nowhere left to go. she also taught her how to speak once again.
on the run from a 'sanctuary' turned hell, michonne and marceline encounter a prison. behind its fences was a group of survivors who offered something marceline had long since stopped believing in: safety, belonging... the fragile shape of a future. but in a world where the living could be just as dangerous as the dead, marceline knew better than anyone: hope was a risk. And some risks could cost everything.
[a 'the walking dead' fanfic]
season 3 - season ??
[started writing: 12/2/25]
[released: 16/3/25]
[finished: ]
do not copy my work.