❝𝐈 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘❞ 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗔 (𝘤𝘢-𝘳𝘢-𝘧𝘦𝘳-𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦-𝘭𝘪-𝘢) ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ - 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯. a broken-heart disease that occurs whenever someone abandons you, but leaves all their things behind; inducing painful memories; [ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 × 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘰𝘤 ] 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 4 - ? ❝𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄.❞ ᵇʸ ᵃᵐᵒʳᵒᵘˢˡʸʳᵒᵇⁱⁿ ²⁰²⁵

The day the prison was attacked with walkers, Lori Grimes ran. She fled to the forest and she didn't stop running, determined to get to safety she didn't let anything stop her, not the dead, not nature and not even the contractions. The only thing that stopped the woman from running till her legs collapsed was a trap that left her hanging from a tree in a net. Tessa Alvarez was alone. A child without family or hope, she isolated herself from humanity to save herself from the pain they would inevitably cause. The world had moulded that ten-year-old girl into a monster that shoots first and asks questions later. She no longer trusts the world or the people living in it, so she surrounded her residence with traps, some lethal, some not. So when she discovers a woman in her net already dying from labour, Lori begs the child to save her baby, to cut her open and find her husband. So she does. Tessa Alvarez tore Lori Grimes apart for a baby, a baby that gave her more than she ever expected. the walking dead x found family

Elara voss is Alone. After the end, the world hasn't much to offer. So she thought, After what seemed like years had gone by of trailing through the woods on her own. She had managed to find a place to stop and settle. "Alexandria". The community was safe and protected, The pantry was well stocked, And the people had no shame welcoming her as their own, But no matter that Elara Voss is still alone. Hollow inside. Weeks of sleepless nights had passed and nothing had changed, that was until a young man and a group of his survivors had arrived at Alexandria to seek refuge and suddenly she hadn't felt so alone. carl grimes x fem!oc season 5 - ? first time writing a story! please feel free to leave feedback in the comments , I hope you all enjoy. <3 I do not own any of the plot and/or characters of The Walking Dead other than my own oc.

❝Charlotte mattered to him in ways no one else could. Carl loved her like breathing, like it was something he couldn't not do.❞ #1 in carlgrimesfanfiction: 4/9/25

"good god, how i hate that mike wheeler!"

✦ vestige /ˈvɛstɪdʒ/ noun: a trace of something once whole; the last flicker of light after the fire's gone out. what remains after the world ends, when all you have left is each other. → love isn't always what saves you. sometimes, it's what survives. ✦ Rowan Dixon was raised on blood and silence. Half a Dixon, all bite. She doesn't talk much, but she doesn't miss much either. Not the way her brother flinches like he's still got something to lose. Not the way Carl Grimes stops looking people in the eye after he shoots them. The world is over. Kids don't get to be kids. And Carl hasn't been one for a long time. They aren't friends, not really. Too stubborn. Too sharp. Too used to watching people die. But they keep ending up in the same places, covering each other's backs and pretending not to care. Pretending they don't notice the shaking hands, the sleepless nights, the quiet kindnesses folded up like maps they'll never read aloud. The dead walk. The living lie. And somewhere between the smoke and the silence, Rowan and Carl start to realize that maybe surviving means more than just staying breathing. Maybe it means holding onto something-someone-when there's nothing left to hold.

- TWD SEASONS 2-5 - "Daddy told me not to sneak out again," the blonde mumbled softly, rolling the blade of grass between her fingers. "He was pretty angry when he found out." "Then I'll just have to help you be more careful this time," I pressed. Her blue eyes wandered to my own as a small, mischievous grin began to spread across her face. "I guess one more night couldn't hurt." "That's my girl." Beth giggled and stood up, glancing towards the sky before settling her attention towards the house. Her hand buried itself into her jean pocket before pulling out a small, pressed flower. She placed the purple object in my hand, folding my fingers over it carefully. "Just to hold you over until tonight." || UPDATES: 1 OR MORE CHAPTERS A WEEK ||

In a world full of danger lurking in every corner, Birdie Jackson stayed silent, learned to keep quiet during the loud, be angry when shown the good. The apocalypse had ripped her out of her childish manners and into a world full of knife-welding and blood-soaked hands. The woods became her and her father's sanctuary, their car that was running out of fuel being the only thing holding them together. Foods stolen from abandoned houses began to empty out, their chance of survival slim with every passing day. So, Vincent left to go on a run. But he didn't come back. It took three long, excruciating weeks before Birdie left the car - with only a knife for protection and determination fuelling her forward. That was the day she lost something, and gained something else. Something that would not only make her find her voice again, but fill that hole in her chest that had been once carved into her by loss and grief. ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴡᴘ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 11 / 03 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ?? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3.