
they’re sick of waiting for something good to happen instead of making it happen

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“You’re like a magpie, man, where do you even find this stuff?” Glenn is the only one who ever really comments on it, but Beth finds him later, when he’s brooding away from the group. He doesn’t know why he does it, exactly, only he remembers being like this as a kid, bringing home pretty rocks and bouquets of weeds to his Ma, remembers the smile that lit her face even though it was all garbage. Remembers the line of gifts on her bedside table, before things got real bad.
– Daryl likes to give out trinkets. It’s not a thing. Mostly it’s not a thing.


She hears the blast go off and then everything is numb. In those brief moments between the light and the dark she feels everything and nothing all at once. Her life flashes before her eyes and she sees all that has happened and everything that could have been.


When Beth finds herself a widow with two young sons to care for, she heads back home, to the farm she grew up on. Wanting to give her boys a good solid upbringing, she cant help but worry if she is making the right decision? Is she ruining her boys life? Will they be happy? And what about the neighboring farmer?
