To be Seen or Heard

To be Seen or Heard

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Fanfic
The Walking Dead
Abuela said that all children are gifts from God, and that he must've been feeling real generous when he gave my parents all of their beautiful babies. I mostly used to think that my sisters were just plain loud. Sometimes real annoying. But good kids overall. I heard once on TV that "good" kids weren't meant to be seen or heard. Being quieter than a church mouse is what made them "good" to grown-ups. I thought it was stupid then, I mean what kid'll actually do that? NONE. Now, though? A SMART one. A LIVING one. Me. ~-~-~-~-~ Or... How to Navigate the World Ending After Cannibalistic Casi-Muertos Start to Roam the Earth, 12-year-old Child Edition. Aka. Me. Aka. Pillar "Pili" -only my family and people I like can call me that- Ortega.
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"Every eldest daughter is the first lamb to the slaughter" I never thought I'd meet him, a boy who cared. A boy who wanted me as much as I wanted him. Someone who cared. Someone who might just love me. If there was one thing I wanted, it was love. Not the lust kind of love. Not the forced kind of love. The 'I love you and I chose to' kind. The soft kisses at night and hand to hold when you feel scared. The shoulder to cry on. And he gave that to me. He gave me everything. ♤♡♤ I've been alone since my dad left me in an animal trap. Father of the year, right? I know not to trust anybody. That was a lesson learned a long time ago. So you know what happened when I got found by a man and his son, looking ugly, crying in a ditch? And then meet a police officer who is trying to find his family. "I have a son about your age, it'd be nice for you two to be friends" that's what Rick Grimes said to me a few days before I went with him to Atlanta to find his family. I guess I learn that some people may just be trustworthy. I might even find a family. And I might just finally feel safe, not broken. I might grow, I might break. All with the help of a certain boy in a sheriff's hat. Wanna know how all that happens? Keep reading. You're in for a wild ride. Because this is a story of death, sacrifice, zombies, sarcasm, and learning to sleep with a knife under your pillow. But most importantly, love And you might ask how I found the "L" word in the apocalypse... That's for you to find out. And for me to tell you. Bit by bit, piece by piece, little by little, and chapter by chapter. Good luck, and don't get bit before you finish the story, because this girl doesn't tell it twice. I do not own the walking dead, only my ocs! Started: July 1, 2025 Published: July 9, 2025 Edited: October 4, 2025 Finished: ??? (You have to waittttttt :p)

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