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I'm Not Who I Thought I Was: Carl Grimes Fanfiction
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Ongoing, First published Jul 16, 2019
It's been almost eight months since they left the farm. Despite Rick killing Shane, Emily and Carl remained the best of friends. This changes when feelings that weren't there before spark up and change their friendship forever. 

When the group finds a new place to live and suffer great losses along the way, how will these feelings be revealed and how will the two, now teenagers, react?

And when the Governor looms over them, old friends appear possibly destroying everything they've created?

Other than friendship and danger, how will Emily react when the biggest secret of her life is revealed and changes who she thought she was?

Carl and Emily's journey through the apocalypse continues with I'm Not Who I Thought I Was: Book 2 of the I'm Not Series. 



All TWD characters belong to Robert Kirkman and AMC. Emily, Alexander, and other characters belong to yours truly.


Started: August 10, 2019
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Carl Grimes's life was great. He had both parents, a ton of friends, and a great role model. His dad was a sheriff at the King's County Police Department, while his mom was a stay at home mother. His role model just so happened to be his dad's best friend and partner at the station, Shane Walsh. Carl was content with his life. What more could he want? Emily Walsh was a good girl. She would anything to please her mother, who was never around. Straight A's, teacher's pet, the quiet student who never got in trouble, etc. Though she didn't have friends, she excelled in school. Home life was quite different. Her mother was an EMT for the city of Atlanta and worked long hours, leaving Emily home alone with her studies and Ms. Ella, her nanny. Emily's father was a sore subject that her mother would never speak of. As far as Emily knew, her father didn't know she existed, but that would change... By fate, Carl and Emily meet, but only by a tragedy. Their lives are shaken up and rearranged. Not only does their first impression and encounter suck, but so does their future. As time goes on, they see each other as best friends and are inseparable, but will that change when the dead start walking? All rights go to Robert Kirkman and AMC. The only character I own is Emily and my added characters. I do not own The Walking Dead or any of their characters. #1 shanewalsh: May 10, 2018 #1 carlgrimesfanfiction: February 22, 2019 #2 rickgrimes: October 13, 2019 #1 carl: April 10, 2020 Started: October 1, 2017. Ended: August 10, 2019
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Addessa Walsh- daughter of a man no one forgets, and a girl trying to be anything but a ghost of him. I didn't ask to be Shane Walsh's daughter. I didn't ask to grow up in a world where walkers outnumber people, where trust gets you killed, and love is just another weakness waiting to be used against you. Carl Grimes is everything I hate-reckless, arrogant, always trying to be the hero. And worse? He sees right through me. Past the walls. Past the anger. Into the fear I don't even admit to myself. I hate him for that. I hate that I might not really hate him at all. My sister Morgan says we're survivors. That we have to fight to feel something again. Maybe she's right. Or maybe we're just two broken girls carrying our father's shadow and trying not to get buried by it. One thing's for sure: The dead aren't the ones I'm running from. It's the living I don't trust-and the boy I can't stay away from.