OH MY GOD ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO GIF A WINCHESTER TWD AU THING OH MY GOD I WOULD LIKE DIE BECAUSE THAT IS ALL I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ALL FREAKING WEEK OH HOLY SHIT. IF YOU DO YOU SHOULD SEND ME THE LINK
Hell yeah I would. I am actually looking forward to it. I’m puzzling all the scenes together atm. I might even know a Rick/Dean parallel thing.
Judith let out a small cry from her makeshift crate-and-flour sack crib. Carol roused herself from her sewing and took the infant into her embrace; she reached for a bottle with her left hand, still cooing and jiggling the fussy baby with her right. As she coaxed her to drink the formula, her mind wandered to little Sophia. Suddenly she longed to nurse the baby, to bring Lori back, and to hold her daughter again. Her breath hitched as left the cell block, the calm suckling Judith with her.
The earth was soft and it gave under her knees as she knelt on Lori’s grave. The twiggy cross was already askew from the weather.
“She was such a good mama,” Carol chanted to the little bundle , “she was so good, and kind, and brave. She is with you baby, so with you…” Carol faded out, the greedy little tears rolling hot and quick down her weathered cheeks. As she patted Judith’s soft back, she looked over to the adjacent grave. The empty one. She had visited T-dog and Lori before, the day after Daryl found her. It had disturbed her too much to examine the far grave. Now though, a scrap of white caught her eye. She rose, and as she approached the little cross, she saw the dry and wilting but still very white petals laying in the dirt. Daryl. She sobbed harder.
” Not settin’ a very good example for little ass kicker… can’t be cryin’ in a time like this”
Carol spun around at the sound of that lilting voice, and when she saw his bloody but smiling face, a whole new army of fat warm tears gushed out.