Alone In The End
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Last published Sun, Apr 27, 2025
Warnings!!:
1} I am dyslexic and English is my second language so my words may be a bit muddled!
2} There is a few Oc's and random people i have inserted into the story just for fillers & for fun
the fully fleshed out OC's besides Eleanor Fujiwara are: Alex Williams, Alejandro Garcia and Niki Garcia
3} I have altered the storyline of TWD slightly! just to cut out bits i rlly don't like Carl's death and maybe Glenn's death if this story gets that far. I have also altered things such as extra places the group stops to be able to integrate/have them meet Eleanor & alex.
Small snippet from the story to get your eye mouths watering!
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"I'm missing fingers not a brain" Eleanor scoffs as she flips off Daryl with her right hand which makes him scoff playfully in return. "Mmh well i'm startin to wonder if that's really true Ellie"
Eleanor rolls her eyes before looking down at her bowl sitting in her lap and sighing. "Well i gotta take a piss.. Maggie you wanna tag along?" Eleanor hums as she stands up practically dragging Maggie with her into the treeline about 100 feet away.
Maggie lets out a small playful and teasing scoff as she pokes Eleanor's side "Since when do you let people call you Ellie?" this earns an annoyed glare from Eleanor before she undoes her jeans and squats behind a tree. "I don't" She replies grumpily hoping to play dumb. "Right... so you only let Daryl call you Ellie than?" Maggie teases as she keeps her back turned to Eleanor.
"i didn't let him do shit, he just did" Eleanor grumbles as she does up her pants slowly and looks at Maggie.
"you didn't correct him"
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