No child deserved this life, nor did they deserve to be born into a world that now belonged to walkers. Nonetheless, you were loved and protected by so many people throughout your life. And you could scarcely remember their faces anymore.

You were entitled to enter a world replete with laughing in playgrounds, bustling streets teeming with people hurrying to their occupations, and others lamenting trivialities of existence. Not where you continuously had to look over your shoulder, danger lurking in every direction.

Your mother was unable to hear your first cries. Maggie had to perform a C-section on your mother, and she died during labour to save you. Not knowing if tomorrow is your last day is a terrifying thought. All of those who had been watching and protecting you began to drop like flies.

Carl, Tara, Rosita, Andrea, Beth, Mika, Tyrese, Jessie, Sasha, Glenn, Olivia, Hershel, and Beth Those were but a few of names. Although Rick was not dead, he wasn’t physically here. When he blew up the bridge to save everyone from the herd of walkers, Michonne, Daryl, and Simon knew he was still alive even though they never found his body.

War following war from different communities and survivors never ceased. It was exhausting. But as Simon assured you, it would be different this time. At just 12 years old, you’re hell of a fighter and a Grimes, and everyone knew not to take you lightly.

As Simon and you sat side by side on the train leading back to the CommonWealth, to finally overthrow Pamela after. One soldier accidentally opens the gates while being devoured, letting the herd into the community. Pamela orders that the estates be fortified, saving the rich but leaving the poor to fend for themselves.

"You're a tough kid, but even the strongest bleed," He said, softly brushing back stray hairs behind your eyes as he looked down at you. “Stay near me, okay?” He said after pausing for a bit. "You know when this is all over, I'm going to tell you every story I remember about all the people that loved you.”