camilla lockhart, a 7 year old girl with a relatively normal life. but everything changes when the dead start walking. unfortunate events leads her to be left under the care of daryl dixon. what happens when she turns the redneck soft?
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☆ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 !
CAMILLA SAT against the dirt, legs crossed over one another, face scrunched up in determination. her hands worked to scour a dark, renitent stain off some shirt. lori hadn't been able to scrub it out, so camilla occupied herself with the task. mostly as an attempt to cure her boredom.
daryl had been away for a few days now. went off hunting and had claimed camilla wasn't allowed to come with. merle was gone, too. so was glenn, who she had deemed her official coloring partner. for the sole reason he always let her pick what colors he used, and always at least pretended to like her drawings. something her mom had never done.
beside her sat lori and carl, who had been assigned to watch camilla while daryl was gone. but camilla didn't mind. in fact, she was kind of enjoying spending time with lori and carl. even if they were stuck washing clothes at the moment.
a crackle from the nearby radio station shane had set up caught her attention. her gaze drifted from the, now practically soaked, shirt in her hand, up to the device. she heard sounds of sticks tumbling to the ground as amy rushed forward.
a voice, muffled by static, emitted from the radio. amy reached out for the microphone to reply to the person on the other end. "hey, hello." silence followed. then, the voice came back. but they didn't seem to have heard amy.
"can anybody hear my voice?" the man continued. (camilla had came to the conclusion that the person on the other side was a man.) once again, when amy responded, her voice remained unheard.
"approaching atlanta on highway 85-" the voice cut off, harsh static ringing through the air. camilla directed her concern back to the clothing in her hold, continuing to scrub roughly against the fabric.
"come on, son. you know best how to work this thing." dale calls out to shane, who approaches quickly, taking the walkie from amy's hand. he called out in a final attempt to reach the man on the other line, but it was no use.
lori moves from her position, instead going to stand beside amy. carl follows closely behind, stuck to his mother's side. camilla stays put, but has since given up on the stained shirt.
"there are others, it's not just us." lori speaks up, arms folded across her chest.
"we knew that, that's why we left the c.b on." shane replies back, tone laced with sass. a tone much too immature for a grown man.
"lot of good that's been doing. and, i've been saying for a week now that we ought to put signs up on 85, warn them away from the city." camilla tuned them out then, brushing her hands against her shirt to dry them.
