The Walking Dead-Judith's life

The Walking Dead-Judith's life

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My father told me a lot about my childhood. 15 years ago, when I wasn't even a year old, the world changed. The walkers, the... just everything. But they made it to Alexandria and that's our home now. It's perfect. Carl says it's just how it was before. I'm lucky I have a normal life and i don't have to go through all that. "Judith, " my dad says, "have fun at school." Carl turns around from the kitchen chair, "You're lucky you go to school. I spent everyday reloading guns and thinking about what to eat in the middle of a forest surrounded by walkers. They don't exist anymore. It's fine. You're safe." my 27 year old brother says. I wonder how it was before... __________________________
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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.

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