Merry Christmas Daryl Dixon
Erin sighed with a deep sense of nostalgia as she looked at the calendar she had been keeping since the first week of the end of the world - It was Christmas Eve.
In the past Christmas had been her favorite time of year; the lights, the ornaments, the happy faces of children warmed her heart. But now the joyous holiday would pass without much notice or fuss.
It was early morning and the chill in the air was thorough in its attempt to find every hole in the tent as well as her seasonally inadequate coat. Shivering, she leaned out of the opening and looked around the camp. Five other tents rustled in the breeze as her companions slept.
No, more like her family. She’d grown to love these people like her own flesh and blood. They had been through so much together and she’d fight to the death for every last one of them.
Rick, Carl, T-Dog and Glenn were like her brothers. She was as close to Maggie, Lori and Beth as she ever could have been with real sisters. Hershel
Walking Dead: Strength comes from Enduring Ch 2So much time had past...It seemed like forever since the outbreak first started. I had lost track of the days a while ago...So much death, all around us...everywhere we went walkers spread their filth. Food was becoming scarce….the animals being eaten themselves by the walkers and leaving nothing for us. Even if we caught something we had to make sure it wasn't bitten, otherwise we wouldn't be able to eat the contaminated meat.
More people had joined us, it made me sort of uncomfortable to have so many people, the less people the less attraction. Then again more people might provide safety, having more people to defend against any sudden walker attacks.
“Savannah! Mind helping me out with something?” Lori asked
“Of course” I smiled back and slowly got up “What do you need me to do?
“ Do you mind watching Carl for me while I do a couple of chores with Carol?”
“Of course” I nodded and went over to Carl
As I walked over I could
Walking Dead: Strength comes from Enduring Ch 3We walked forward and my head felt so foggy, I didn’t even pay attention to what was
going on around me and I tripped over a branch. I felt myself fall forward but was caught
by strong arms.
“Watch where you’re goin Italia. You’re goin ta hurt yourself” he furrowed his eyebrows
“ Thank you….” I whispered softly and kept walking
“Are we gonna talk about this…?”
“There is nothing to talk about…” I said, my voice cracking
“Shit of course there is! There is a shit ton!! Your fucking bastard of a husband was
just screwin’ Andrea back there and you’re sayin nothin!” he said a bit harshly
Tears stung her eyes and threatened to spill over “What the fuck do you want me to say
Daryl?? That I think its absolutely disgusting?? That he is a fucking prick??? YES! He is
all of those things but i can’t fucking do anything about it because he’ll fucking kill
me if I do!!!
The Brothers - Chapter Two
The nurse had simply finished with the last stitch on my last cut. I had a dozen or so stitches on my face from my father's blows.
“Dont lie to me Mr.Dixon, what was it?” She asked, as she looked at me through her glasses. I shifted my eyes down at her, then sighed.
“As always, it was my father.” I grumbled out as I hissed when she gently pressed her finger against my cheek. A bruise seemed to form, which I didnt notice once I got up. Mrs. Bates surveyed my beaten face, as she sighed and leaned back with her arms crossed over her chest.
I looked back and shrugged. “What?” I asked her getting slightly uncomfortable with her position and her stare. She rose an eyebrow. I leaned forward and had such a confused expression plastered on my face. “What!”
The Brothers - Chapter One
My father had put five fresh lashes into my back. He had told me to get to bed, but I wanted to stay up for my older brother, who was getting out of jail today. I stood my ground; being a little 16 year old, I seemed like a little ant to my father.
He didn’t take me seriously. He roared at me, and told me to get my ass to bed, but I snapped right back at him, telling him that I’m gonna stay up and fucking wait. That's when he pulled his belt from his jeans, and began beating me hard with it, making me bleed for his pleasure.
He had done this many times in the past. To me, to my older brother, and to my mother.
My mother. She was a great woman. She was the most strongest person I have ever met, but that was before she had turned her life to alcohol and drinking, smoking and not caring. She used to be that woman who could take the beating for her sons. But, over the yea
TWD- Just Blown Away Part 7
Meanwhile in the woods, just outside of her home town, Brook sat crouched on her toes. Hidden among the brushes and weeds of the forest's treeline, she scanned her town for the movement of Crazies. After a moment, she felt sure the coast was clear and slowly appeared from the treeline. Entering the town as stealthy as a church mouse, she made her way to the town's general store. Her home town, being so small, surrounded by wood's and easily overlooked, not many looters ransacked the buildings. This left a great deal of useful supplies behind that Brook and Emily had been surviving off of for the months they were out in the woods.
Brook entered the store slowly, keeping an alert eye out for trouble. As she started to put things in her bag: a few candy bars, first aid materials, canned food and anything else she could use. It wasn't long until she noticed something odd as she started to head down another one of the store's isles. A bunch of stuff was out of place from the last time she w
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