We're The Ones Who Live | The Walking Dead (2)

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A year and a half after the war with Negan ends, CJ and her husband continue to survive and live to build their future, surrounded by friends and the people they love. Conflicts arise and old wounds get opened, and she ends up losing another that she loves.

Years after the great loss, CJ is finally in a place where she feels like things are settled. Good times make up for the bad, and she sees a future ahead of her and her family. Until new enemies make themselves known, and everything changes once again.

*****

"We're gonna get through this... We are, I promise you."

"It just feels like we spend our lives fighting. We win one fight and then the next just seems to knock on the door."

"And we'll win this one too. Remember what you used to tell Carl, what you tell people even now when they need hope. Say it."

"We're the ones who live."

"Goddamn right we are."

*****

(Book 2 of 'Didn't See That Coming': Read that first if you haven't already!)
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โญ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐ ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ1์œ„โ—ˆ๏ธ์•™ํ”„๋ ๋œจ๋ชจ๋…ธ๊ทธ๋žจ๊ฐ€์ฃฝ์งํ‰์ถ”์ฒœโค๏ธโ˜…์ƒค๋„ฌ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดโ˜…โญ#์—๋ฅด๋ฉ”์Šคํˆฌํ†คํ•ธ๋“ค๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#ํŠธ์œˆ์…‹๊ตฌ๋งค,#ํ†ฐ๋ธŒ๋ผ์šด๋กฑํŒจ๋”ฉ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ตฌ๋งคโญ๋””์˜ฌ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ์ถ”์ฒœโ—ˆ๏ธ์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘๋””์Šค์ฝ”๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ๊ตฌ๋งคโค๏ธโ˜…๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œโ˜…โญ#๊ตฌ์ฐŒํž™์ƒ‰์งํ‰๊ตฌ๋งค,#์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘์ง€๊ฐ‘S๊ธ‰๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#๋””์˜ฌ์นด๋กœ๋ฐฑ๋ž˜ํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#๊ณ ์•ผ๋“œ์„ธ๋‚˜ํด๋Ÿฌ์น˜๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด,#๋””์˜ฌ๋ฉ”์‹ ์ ธ๋ฐฑ๋ž˜ํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ตฌ์ž…,#์—๋ฅด๋ฉ”์Šค์‹ ๋ฐœ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๊ตฌ๋งค,#๋กค๋ ‰์Šค326238๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ตฌ๋งค,#๊ตฌ์ฐŒ๋ฏธ๋””์—„ํ† ํŠธ๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘์ž์ผ“S๊ธ‰๊ตฌ์ž…,#์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘ํฌ๋กœ์Šค๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#๊ณ ์•ผ๋“œ์–‘์ฃผ๋ฐฑ๋ฏธ๋‹ˆ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,โญ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์žฌ๊ตฌ๋งค์œจ 1์œ„โ—ˆ๏ธ๋ช…ํ’ˆํŒจ๋”ฉS๊ธ‰์ˆœ์œ„โค๏ธโ˜…๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‹ ๋ฐœโ˜…โญ#์ƒค๋„ฌํˆฌํ†ค์Šฌ๋ง๋ฐฑ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰์ˆœ์œ„,#์—๋ฅด๋ฉ”์Šค๊ตฌ๋‘์งํ‰๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#๊ณ ์•ผ๋“œ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ๋ ˆํ”Œ,#์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘์„ ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰ํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#๋ฃจ์ด๋น„ํ†ต๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์ถ”์ฒœ,#๋”ฅ์”จ๋”ฅ๋ธ”๋ฃจSA๊ธ‰๊ตฌ๋งค,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹ค๋ฐ”๋žŒ๋ง‰์ด์งํ‰๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#๊ตฌ์ฐŒํŒŒ์šฐ์น˜๋ฐฑ์งํ‰,#๋กค๋ ‰์Šค278288RBR๋ ˆํ”Œ๊ตฌ๋งค,#๋ฏธ๋‹ˆ์•™์ฃผํ† ํŠธ๋ฐฑ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์ˆœ์œ„,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹ค์‡ผํผ๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”ŒํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,โญ๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‹œ๊ณ„[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธโ—ˆ๏ธ๋กค๋ ‰์Šค์ต์Šคํ”Œ๋กœ๋Ÿฌ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดโค๏ธโ˜…ํ”„๋ฆฌ๋ฏธ์—„ ๊ณต์žฅ์ง์˜ ๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐโ˜…โญ#์ƒค๋„ฌ๊ณจ๋“œ๋ณผํ”Œ๋ฆฝ๋ฐฑ๋ž˜ํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์ถ”์ฒœ,#์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๊ตฌ์ž…,#๊ตฌ์ฐŒํ•˜ํ”„๋ฌธ๋ฏธ๋‹ˆ๋ฐฑ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰์ˆœ์œ„,#์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘์„ ์…‹๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์ถ”์ฒœ,#๊ตฌ์ฐŒ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€๋ฐฉํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹คํŒจ๋”ฉ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜,#์ƒค๋„ฌํ”Œ๋žฉ๋ฐฑ์Šค๋ชฐ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์ˆœ์œ„,#๋„ค์˜ค๋…ธ์—๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๊ตฌ์ž…,#ํ”Œ๋คผ๋ฉ”ํด๋Ÿฌ์น˜๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰ํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹คํด๋ ˆ์˜ค๋ฐฑ๊ตฌ๋งค,#๊ณ ์•ผ๋“œํ† ํŠธ๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ตฌ๋งคโญ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ฃจ์˜๋””๋ฐ” ํ•˜์ดํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ ๋ ˆํ”Œ์ƒต ์˜คํ”ˆ์•ˆ๋…•โ€ฆ

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the inside of my mind and heart.these don't rhyme i know.as they are not poemsthey are just words.โ€ฆ