"Did you just grab my ass Tozier?" "Sorry Lacey, my hand slipped" COMPLETED ------ This is based/inspired by the 2017 version of "IT"

❝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

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.

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

- 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-wielding 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. ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀꜱ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 26 / 01 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ?? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3.