It’s a Cherokee Rose. The story is that when American soldiers were moving Indians off their land on the Trail of Tears, the Cherokee mothers were grieving and crying so much ‘cause they were losing their little ones along the way from exposure and disease and starvation. A lot of them just disappeared. So the elders, they said a prayer; asked for a sign to uplift the mothers’ spirits, give them strength and hope. The next day this rose started to grow right where the mothers’ tears fell.
Last Sunday I made CARYL COOKIES in honour of the Premiere and because I had such hope for my ship. I had a hectic week so couldn't share with you guys but how great were they!?? Cherokee Roses. Stay Safe/Nine Lives. Caryl. I ate a Cherokee Rose while I cried over the reunion it was perfect.
oh and “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” for the drabble prompt thingy :)
this got a little length, so i’m putting the rest under a readmore. hope you like! and thank you for the request! :)
He found her in the bedroom she shared with Michonne, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the window. If it weren’t for the clenched fingers around the bedsheets, or the blood staining the white cotton (the covers, the pillows, her shirt), or the fact that it was black as pitch outside, this moment would’ve seemed like a normal snapshot in time. As it was, there was an eeriness to how odd she looked, with her back ramrod straight and her eyes focused straight ahead. She looked more like she was preparing to take an exam and less like someone trying to come to terms in the aftermath of a bloodbath.