My name is Snowflake Walsh. Now I know that name is probably insane to you well it isn't my real name. I had it legally changed to Snowflake once I turned 18, I'm 19 now. My old name used to be Rose Walsh. My mother always used to call me Snowflake when I was younger so it just felt right.
The reason behind my mother called me snowflake is because to her I look like a snowflake. I have blonde hair that is almost white. My hair falls in tight curls down to my mid back and I have pale blue eyes that are almost white. I have pale flawless white skin. I am a bit small standing at only 5'1", but what little height I have I make up with my amazing curves and my.... more adult areas being the perfect size.
From whatever one says I am beyond beautiful and I'm what most girls strive to look like. Personally I'm very insecure because of my father's abuse that I honestly can't even see the beauty in me. As some say I have a broken soul.
I was being beaten by my father when the dead rose. He had his knuckles beating into my face over and over again when the news came on about the walkers. The news of walkers is what saved my life. Shane was mad because Lorie was focused on HER husband instead of him.
As soon as he heard the news he started packing. I packed my clothes, bandages, some food that I had kept hidden under the floor boards, and of course I packed my ice packs and hot packs. We managed to get out of the town shortly after. Rick was dead and the news hit Carl and I harder than anyone else. Rick had been like a real father to me. Something Shane never got.
I can't remember when I first started calling my father Shane, but I do know that for a year everyone always asked me why i don't call my father dad or anything of the likes. I used to always tell them it's because to me I he wasn't my father.
Now I sat in the back of Shane's Jeep with Carl trying to get through this horrible traffic. "Okay we aren't going to move any time soon and it's getting hot in here." Shane complained as he got out. Lorie helped Carl out as I managed to scramble out on my own.
Once I got out Carl and Lorie started talking to some older woman and her daughter. My father left with Lorie soon after to see what is happening in the city.
With it being as hot as it is I should be passed out with what I'm in. I had a pair of boot cut jeans, a pair of brown leather hiking boots, a long sleeved thin white shirt, and my smokey black leather jacket on. I wear this to keep from showing my bruises and marks. I also had a thin black sweatshirt underneath my jacket with the hood over my head hiding my face where all the bruises are.
From Shane's earlier beaten came bruises all over the left side of my face. I had a massive welt on my left cheek, a split lip, a black left eye, and my noes is severely bruised, but not broken thank god.
I started walking wanting to find another group to travel with knowing Shane wouldn't mind because I was just his punching bag. I came to two males leaning against a truck. One had light brown hair and amazing blue eyes with a cross bow on his back, while the other had a very short buzzed cut with dark blue eyes that looked almost black. "Hello sugar tits should you really be this far from your family." I looked over at the older one not letting them see my face.
"If your going to kill me then get it over with. I have been through more hell than anyone could even think was possible." I say in a broken voice that I have used for the past ten years. The voice is filled of pain, misery, and self loathing.
"Oh really what do you think of the dead walking then?" I lifted my head allowing them to see my very bruised face.
"I think it's a blessing. At least now the bad may actually die." I say before looking back down and heading down the street some more, but I couldn't help, but see the surprise faces of the two men when they saw my face.
I kept walking until I came to an old man with a younger guy who looked to be in his 40s. The younger man was very thin, dark hair, and seemed tired. The older man was in a Hawaiian shirt. Behind the two men were blonde girls who looked to be sisters.
"Are you lost?" The older one asked. "Do you have your family around.... are you a walker." A smile graced my lips.
"No, not a walker. Just a broken girl looking for the right way to safety." I say before heading off again and again leaving confused or shocked people in my wake. With my walker I then met a Mexican family, a black man and woman, a Korean teen, and finally I headed back to my hell.
I got back just before Lorie and Shane, thank god, and so we had all agreed to go ahead and go to a safe place that we saw off the high way a ways back. The people who intended to stay there were the ones I had already met on my walk and a few others that I didn't know.
Before I could even get out of the jeep fully Shane grabbed my arm so rough that I literally felt the bruises forming. "You better be quiet and do as your told or-
"Hey quiet girl you wanna stay with us?" The younger one of the two men who I had met first asked as he walked over. I smiled gratefully.
"Thank you. I don't have a tent of my own and... and my father is staying with his friends." I forced the word father out like venom. "I could use a place to stay so thank you..."
"Daryl. Daryl Dixon." He says gruffly and I smiled and shook his hand.
"Snowflake Walsh." I say as Shane glared.
"We have plenty of room Ro-
"It's Snowflake." I cut my father off looking up at him. "And I have already said yes to Daryl so don't trouble yourself father." I say in my quiet and broken voice. I quickly grabbed my duffel bag and headed off with Daryl.
"This all you got?" I nod with a sigh.
"Yup just my clothes and some bandages." I said looking down.
"What about a sleeping bag?" I frown realizing what he meant.
"Shit." I muttered causing him to laugh slightly.
"We may have another that you can use." I nod.
"Thanks." I say quietly making him nod. We walked into his tent to see the older of the two already laying down on his bed.
"This is Merle my brother." Daryl says as he goes to his bags looking for a sleeping bag for me.
"Hey sugar tits." I just nod as I sat down on the ground pulling bandages out my bag. I pulled my jacket and sweatshirt and wince as I hit my shoulder.
"You okay?" Daryl asked as he started making up a bed for me.
"I'm fine. Just in pain." I say as my jacket and sweatshirt off. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail as I started putting some bruise cream that will help the healing process.
"Did your father do that?" Daryl asked making me flinch.
"Please don't call him that." I say in a quiet voice as I started to put the cream on my face. It was getting late so I should get ready for bed soon. I pulled my long sleeved shirt over my head leaving me in only a white tank top. My arms were covered in marks and scars. I had burn marks from cigarettes, fire-poker makers, knife marks, and many more marks from many different things.
"Did you get those from him too?" Daryl whispered running his fingers up my arm. I look away.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkHSBynhUOa
"It doesn't matter. Are you done. I need to get some rest." He nod and I pulled my jeans off along with my boots and socks before climbing into my new bed.
"Does to me." I thought I heard him whisper before he too fell asleep. It was going to be a long day.
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