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Oh, Sarah definitely picked up a few of Bo's personality traits. She still didn't know if that was good or bad. She'll go with the former as long as it doesn't get worse. Cleo closed her eyes as her ears were scratched, a long fluffy tail thumping against the hardwood floor.

Bo had to chuckle at the exchange between the father and daughter. Bo was happy that Joel actually stepped up and fully took on his responsibilities as a father like he should have. God knows the woman he had Sarah with wasn't. "I can't help you with this one, bandito." Bo comments, holding up her hands in surrender.

"We actually have a surprise for you in the kitchen." Bo took his hand then and pulled him into said kitchen with Sarah, who was pulling the crudly iced cake from the fridge.

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"Knock knock! I'm coming in whether you like it or not! Sarah, let's go!" Bo yelled as she walked through the front floor of the Miller's house, like she's done almost every day for the last few years. Bo was Joel and Sarah's next-door neighbor. She used to babysit Sarah when she was a baby back when Joel worked 24/7 just to keep food on the table. They've been like a little family ever since.

"Joel! You better be up!" She yelled towards his still shut bedroom door as she went to make herself coffee and start breakfast. As small of a town they lived in, it wasn't uncommon for anyone to just walk into anyone house. Everyone knew everyone.

#¤ i've always liked to play with fire ; replies #♡ i may be good at trouble but i'm not yours to change ; tlou!bo #sah1×1s

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Blocked for no reason. Great.

#¤ messages from the ashes ; mun speaks

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I want to write, but finding the motivation to write is a whole different story. I know I've left a lot of you hanging, and for that, I apologize. I've just been in a weird state. I don't know what it is, but I know I don't like it. Just bare with me, okay?

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“I’ve decided to make myself strong. As far as I can tell, that’s all I can do.”

— Haruki Murakami (via thoughtkick)

#♡ all the good girls go to hell ; musings #♡ i'm a bad woman to keep ; bo gallagher

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Does anyone else's mother always find a way to make things your fault even when you have no control over said things?

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Sarah Shahi

#♤ qoute the raven 'nevermore' ; stormi montoya #♤ dew drops and roses ; face

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#♡ i'm a bad woman to keep ; bo gallagher #♡ not your barbie girl ; face

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#♤ quote the raven 'nevermore' ; stomi montoya #♤ dew drops and roses ; face

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#♡ i'm a bad woman to keep ; bo gallagher #♡ not your barbie girl ; face

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Lauren Cohan

#♡ i'm a bad woman to keep ; bo gallagher #♡ not your barbie girl ; face

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Lauren Cohan

#♡ i'm a bad woman to keep ; bo gallagher #♡ not your barbie girl ; face

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characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

#♡ all the good girls go to hell ; musings #♡ i'm a bad woman to keep ; bo gallagher

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she used to be mine // sara bareilles

#♡ all the good girls go to hell ; musings #♡ i'm a bad woman to keep ; bo gallagher

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It was easy to go unnoticed when everyone and everything around you was moving quicker than you could think. Astrid was actually hoping he wouldn't notice her. To just be alone like she had wanted to be when she came out here. But she wasn't going to tell him to get lost. He had just gone through something horrible. He had almost lost his child and his wife... or ex-wife now had just screamed at him as if he wasn't hurting enough already.

"It's no trouble. We're just happy we were able to help. Your boy is alive, and he'll live. Hershal won't let you guys leave until everyone is in stable condition." The man was a doctor and a father. If any of them had even an inkling of leaving this house right now, he would shoot them.

Astrid stood now, hands in her back pockets. "As for you, why don't I make you some food and find you somewhere to rest. You gave a lot of blood. You need to replenish."

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One month. It had only been one month since the announcement. Since everyone around her started dying and coming back as a monster. Snapping its jaws at her, just a shell of who it once was.

Astrid, thankfully, was staying with the Greene family at the time of the announcement. Maggie and her had been friends since they were three years old. Hershal had become like a second father to her, and he always treated her like she was his own. Now, they were all she had. Today was just like the last four weeks. Surviving and tending to the last renaming cattle. The chickens and horses and the crops.

Maggie and her were sat on the porch, keeping watch. A moving figure in the distance caught their eye. "Another one?" Astrid asked, and Maggie shook her head. "No, it's a man. And he's holding a kid." Astrid's eyes went wide, and she called her Hershal inside the house.

Rick was running the fastest he could, carrying Carl in his arms. He was already past his limit, yet, he kept going, kept running- his back was aching, his legs were burning, he felt he couldn't get enough air, but he kept going, pushing and pushing, until he finally reached them. "My son got shot!" He had to breathe, and he was breathing so fast. "My son got shot...please help him! Please save him! He said...he said a doctor lived here!" Otis had mentioned it. Rick wouldn't stop panting, his whole body burning due to the muscular fatigue. His eyes kept pacing, racing from side to side, looking at those strangers, his face in absolute despair, he was begging. "Please."

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Astrid mostly stayed out of the way for the duration of the surgery. Tending to the rest of Rick's group along with Maggie and Patrica. Shane had come back just in the knick of time, but Otis, according to Shane, had been taken down my walkers. The news was devastating, but Astrid kept a straight face on for Patrica and was being the backbone for Maggie and Beth regardless of her own pain. They had all loved Otis.

Nonetheless, Hershal successfully pulled off the surgery, and Carl's life was saved. Patrica took the news of Otis about as well as any wife would hearing she was now a widow. Astrid, now finished with cleaning up, had gone out to the porch to just breathe. The rocking chair creaked as she sat down, sighing heavily as all of today's events weighed her down.

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One month. It had only been one month since the announcement. Since everyone around her started dying and coming back as a monster. Snapping its jaws at her, just a shell of who it once was.

Astrid, thankfully, was staying with the Greene family at the time of the announcement. Maggie and her had been friends since they were three years old. Hershal had become like a second father to her, and he always treated her like she was his own. Now, they were all she had. Today was just like the last four weeks. Surviving and tending to the last renaming cattle. The chickens and horses and the crops.

Maggie and her were sat on the porch, keeping watch. A moving figure in the distance caught their eye. "Another one?" Astrid asked, and Maggie shook her head. "No, it's a man. And he's holding a kid." Astrid's eyes went wide, and she called her Hershal inside the house.

Rick was running the fastest he could, carrying Carl in his arms. He was already past his limit, yet, he kept going, kept running- his back was aching, his legs were burning, he felt he couldn't get enough air, but he kept going, pushing and pushing, until he finally reached them. "My son got shot!" He had to breathe, and he was breathing so fast. "My son got shot...please help him! Please save him! He said...he said a doctor lived here!" Otis had mentioned it. Rick wouldn't stop panting, his whole body burning due to the muscular fatigue. His eyes kept pacing, racing from side to side, looking at those strangers, his face in absolute despair, he was begging. "Please."

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#¤ i've always liked to play with fire ; replies #◇ paint with all the colors of the wind ; astrid st cole #rickgrimesdoingrickthings

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“Don’t be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafó

#♤ into the night i seeing but stars falling ; musings #♤ quote the raven 'nevermore' ; stormi montoya