looking the animal straight in the eyes without blinking, before diverting her gaze to the new cat's dad.
” i hope for you that you will manage to tame it… ”
searching several places, cabin, house,
garden. she ended up finding the two year old kid in the house where the father living.
finding the baby in a closet, under the
sink. magna grabbed her gently before exiting with the child in her arms.
” okay, you go that way, i'll go up there.”
the ex-prisoner pressed her pace a little,
a kid, a little too young, alone in a
walker-infested world. disturbing.
” stella ! stella… ?” she opens all possible
doors and closets.
a literate & au portrayal of twd’s daryl dixon.
literate, descriptive, third-person musings. mature themes ; depictions of blood, violence, death, injury, bladed weaponry, substance abuse, mental health issues and more.
original characters are encouraged to interact.
” what are you looking at? ”
she asks without really waiting for an
answer and taking the picture in hand.
” oh𝙟𝙚𝙚𝙯!— fortunately the social
networks do not work anymore…
he’s that 𝙟esus ?”
” relax, it's me — a walker would never
take a damn stick from your hand.
thought. ”
grabbing the matterial to wrap around
the stick, magna looked at 𝑎aron as he
shared his point of views.
” don’t. do not justify yourself for your
hand… ”
he startles slightly as the stick is suddenly taken from him , looking up at her with both a sigh and frown .
“ was just trying to wrap that material around the end but i couldn’t get a good grip.. yknow . ”
he spared a glance at his metal arm as if making his point .
watching the avalanche of love
emanating from 𝑗avier, for his
new companion. disgusting.
” do you think he gives a shit if i tell
him ; he's going to end up as a walker’s
pie? no. he survived until now because
he was alone…. ”
keeping an eye on 𝓬onnie from a distance, in order to protect her. it was always more prudent and then not being able to leave her post, she thought that shooting arrows at the walkers while helping her could be a good hobby.