𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔?"

Rick Grimes was often asked that question by his two children. Mainly his youngest, Casey, who he still tucked into bed since she was only seven, well, she'd be eight tomorrow, on May 5th. His oldest, Carl, would just have to walk in, say goodnight and I love you.

He looked down as she climbed back into her bed. Lori Grimes had thought she lulled her to sleep, but, turns out You are My Sunshine doesn't work as well anymore.  "You've got to get to sleep, baby girl." He quickly changed the subject. Knowing his daughter, she'd be up all night asking questions. But if he also didn't tell her, she'd be up thinking about it all night. A surprising smile grew on her face as she sat in her bed.

Being called little, or a baby was something Casey Grimes wasn't a fan of. The seven-year-old liked being treated like one of the big kids. Her parents assumed it started when her brother brought his friends, and she couldn't play with them because they said she was just a little girl.

"I'm not a baby, I turn eight tomorrow." She voiced, putting a grin on Rick's face.

He sat down on her mattress, "You're always gonna be my baby, and your mother's." He told her, he patted her leg and she laid her head on her pillow. She grabbed her shark stuffed animal, it was named Walter. It was small, and light blue and gray. She got it from the aquarium when she was very young, she begged her parents to buy it for her, and as you can see, they did. Now she lay flat on her back with Walter in her hands, looking at her father. "All comfortable?" He asked her, she nodded her head.

"You never answered my question." Rick rested his hand on her leg, taking a deep breath.

"You know how you and Carl fight sometimes?" He asked her, she nodded her head yes. "Sometimes mom and I don't agree on things, and we argue a little bit over it." He tried to reassure her, but he failed. Because of her being a little know-it-all, and having a bit of a smart mouth, she quipped right back.

"That's why you're sleeping on the couch? When Carl and I fight we don't sleep on the couch." She blurted, Rick looked at her, raising his eyebrow at his little girl. Her hand went over her mouth as she let out a small laugh.

He sighed, looking at her as her hand left her mouth and a smile fell from her face. "But really, what were you fighting about?" She questioned, Rick stood up from her bed and then crouched down next to her.

"Nothing you have to worry about, sweetheart. Somethin' small."

The argument was about what time he was getting off of work. Tomorrow was Casey's birthday, and usually, they would go for a nice dinner and eat cake, and she'd open her presents. Same thing with Carl's birthday as well. It was usually a fun celebration!

Well, Rick said he'd be off work by 5 o'clock, then 5 o'clock turned to 5:30, and then 6 o'clock. Casey really wouldn't care about what time he got off, but Lori, his wife, did. He wanted him home early. She felt like Rick didn't prioritize family as much as he prioritized work.

Rick always put his family first, but his job wasn't the type where he could just call off. So, he would have to try and if he couldn't then he would have to negotiate. When he told his boss his daughter's birthday was the next day, the best he could get was 6 o'clock. The Grimes didn't struggle with money, but they didn't have a lot either. They were comfortable.

"What you need to worry about is where you want dinner tomorrow night. What are we thinking?" He asked her, she smiled just a little bit, thinking.

"I wanna get cheeseburgers." She finalized, and he grinned as he was nodding his head.

"Good choice, Casey. Good choice." He said she looked down at her shark, then back up at her dad.

He could tell she wanted to say something serious, just by the look on her face. "I don't like it when you and Mommy fight and then you have to sleep on the couch." She shared with him. Rick nodded his head agreeing with her. He didn't like fighting or the couch either. He also didn't like how much it was affecting his son and daughter.

"Me neither, baby girl." He whispered, she looked up at him, her eyes slightly watery. Sometimes the married couple forgot that their fighting affected their children too, that was something they had to fix.

She quickly wiped her eyes, looking at him. "Then why can't you guys get along?" She asked, Rick's hand moved some of the curly hair away from her forehead.

"Sometimes it's not that simple." He told her, and she looked down again.

"My friend's parents never fight, they sleep in the same bed too." She muttered, her voice was quiet, and her tone was upset.

Rick took another deep breath, still smoothing out the top of her hair. "Listen, your mom and I sometimes don't agree, that's gonna happen. Maybe we fight more than other parents do-"

"-and you don't sleep in the same bed." She cut him off, Rick noticed that she was very concerned about that for some very odd reason.

"-But, we're going to figure it all out. Okay?" He asked her, she slowly nodded her head up and down showing that she understood. "Tomorrow we're gonna have fun, and Uncle Shane and I are gonna take you and Carl to school in the cop car, then your mom's gonna pick you up, and we're gonna get cheeseburgers." He explained she gave one more smile. "How's that sound?" He asked, looking for her approval about it all.

"You forgot about cake and presents."

"Presents? What presents?" He joked with her, she giggled before he continued with what he had to say. "And you're gonna get cake and open your presents." He finished, and she gave a nod and a thumbs up.

"Pinky Promise?" He nodded his head, putting out his pinky finger. They interlocked their pinkies, and kissed their thumbs. Then, Rick leaned down, pressing a kiss on her hairline. She stayed lying in her bed, staring up at him. "Goodnight, baby girl. I love you." She looked up at him as he started standing up.

"Love you more!" She declared, he shook his head no at her.

"Never," He announced, pulling the covers up for her.

He walked over to her light switch, turning it off. He watched her go onto her side as he stood at her doorframe, and once she stopped moving all around, he slowly shut the door.

Little did both of them know that the night of May 4th was the last time Rick Grimes would be tucking his daughter into bed for a very long time...

                       𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

          𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘'𝐒 light blue curtains as the morning sun came up. It was early in the morning, and she had to go to school soon. Her mother was getting out of bed, and walking into her bedroom.

She turned on the light, looking at the little eight-year-old girl who was peacefully sleeping. She'd let her sleep in a little bit, along with Carl. "Birthday girl, time to wake up," Lori told the curly-haired girl. She groaned, pulling the covers up.

"Five more minutes," Her muffled voice begged, pulling her covers over her bed. Lori chuckled at her daughter, walking over to her bed.

"I gave you five minutes, time to get up." She told her, pulling the covers off of her. Casey looked up at her, getting a kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday." She smiled, then walked out of the room. "Make your bed!"

Casey rolled her eyes, then sat up in her bed. After a couple of minutes of sitting there, she finally got up and made her bed. She got dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, it got really hot during school during May in the Georgia heat. She brushed her teeth, and Lori did her hair. She put it in a ponytail with two little twists in the front, like how it usually was. Of course, she'd rather put her hair in bows like she was able to when she was much younger, but, knowing her daughter, she'd have the bow(s) out by the end of the day, and her hair looking crazy like usual. So, she kind of had to do ponytails for her and her curly, frizzy hair.

She walked downstairs and saw her father leaning on the counter with a cup of coffee. "Casey, is there something special about today?" He asked her, she sat at the table, seeing her cereal and orange juice there. 

"Yeah, it's my birthday." She played along with his joke, she grabbed the milk, and carefully poured it into her cereal.

"You sure?" He asked, she nodded her head, putting the milk back down. Casey wasn't the most talkative kid in the morning, probably because she was still half asleep.

"Mhm, I'm eight years old now." She told him, Rick raised an eyebrow, putting his coffee down. He walked over to her, kissing the top of her head.

"Happy birthday, Casey."

She rubbed her eyes, and he let out a small laugh hearing his son walk downstairs miserably. "Morning, Carl." He greeted, before kissing the top of his head. Like his sister, he wasn't a morning person. Until they got some kind of food or drink in their belly, they were like zombies.

"Morning, Dad."

Lori was the last one to walk downstairs. He grabbed her coffee and handed it to her. She looked up at him. "Thank you," Her tone was slightly cold, and both kids assumed their argument still wasn't over. "What time are you getting off?" She asked, he sighed.

"5:30 was the best I could get." He told her, she let out an annoyed sigh.

"It's your daughter's birthday, Rick!" She exclaimed, Casey looked up, taking the spoon from her mouth. Carl had just sat there, watching them.

"I know that, Lori." Was all he said, trying to keep it short in front of the kids. "I tried to get earlier, and that is the best I can get." He told her, she shook her head, staring at him.

"Sometimes I wonder if you even care about us at all!"

The kitchen went silent, nobody spoke or did anything. Casey was staring down at her cereal bowl, and then she slowly pushed it away. Carl just looked up at them speechless.

"I care about you guys more than anything," Rick stated, staring at his wife.

This was not a good way to start the morning of Casey Grimes's birthday, but somehow, her day just got worse.

When Shane walked inside the house, he saw how quiet everyone was. Shane walked into many things when with the Grimes. He walked into Lori and Rick arguing, Carl and Casey causing some kind of trouble, or sometimes the Grimes was actually in a good mood for once! But, it was rare when he walked into the Grimes house and it was quiet...

"Hey, birthday girl!" He greeted her with a grin on his face and, his hand on top of her head

"Hi, Uncle Shane." She responded, Shane heard the dullness in her voice and looked up at Rick, who was just staring at the ground.

"So, how old are you today? Eighteen?" he asked in a joking manner, sitting down in the chair next to her. The corners of her lip came up, though she tried her best not to smile.

"No," Shane pretended to think for a minute.

"Sixteen?" He asked, Rick and Lori appreciated how he managed to put her in a better mood, though they just had a very bad morning so far.

"Think half of that."

"Eight? Jeez, you must've grown or somethin', girl!" She nodded her head, taking a sip of her orange juice.

She pointed over at the doorway that had her and Carl's heights written. "Yeah, check the doorway, I grew lots of inches." Everyone in the room smiled at the little girl. "I'm almost as tall as Carl." Carl looked at her, shaking his head.

"No, you're not!" He laughed, and she nodded her head.

"I'm taller than you were when you were eight, look at the wall!" She said, pointing at it.

Casey was many things, and competitive was one of them. So, she of course wanted to be the best at everything, which made her a perfectionist as well. If she wasn't getting perfect grades, she wasn't happy. That led to the control freak part of her...She'd want to win or be great, and when in a team, she'd be the "bossy" one.

Casey always found it to be weird that when she was taking control over things, it was an issue. But when a boy did it, they were showing leadership. When being competitive, it was being mean. When wanting to do things perfectly, she was a control freak and a perfectionist, and she always stressed herself out it to much over it. Her parents joked that she'd be getting an ulcer over all the things she worries over.

She hated it.

"But are you almost as tall as me now?" He asked, she mocked him, drinking more of her juice.

"Casey, eat your cereal and you'll grow." Rick tried to convince her, but she shook her head no.

"It's soggy now, can't eat it. Uncle Shane can have it if he wants. We gotta get in the car now." She told everyone, getting up and out of her seat. It was shown that the eight-year-old wanted her cop car ride right now. Rick put her hand on her shoulder, lightly pushing her into the seat.

"Breakfast, now."

After eating breakfast with disgust because of the soggy cereal, the two Grimes kids walked over to their mother. "Bye, Mom, love you!" Carl waved after she kissed his head.

"Bye, baby, have a good day." She said, kissing his head. She looked at her youngest, then smiled at her. "Bye, baby, happy birthday. Have fun at school." She crouched down, kissing her daughter on the cheek.

She slipped her backpack onto her shoulders, looking up at her mother. "Fun and school aren't words that mix." She told her, a grin on her face.

"Okay, then have a good day. That better?" She asked, Casey nodded her head. "I love you, Casey Q." Her mother expressed, saying her first name and the first letter of her middle name something her family would often do. Her full name was Casey Quinn Grimes. She was named after her dad's grandma, in fact, Casey was almost named Quincey, but, they decided to name her by her mother's maiden name because why not?

"Bye, Mom, love you more!" She said before running toward the door. When she noticed neither her Uncle nor her father moving fast enough to her standards, she stomped over, grabbing both of their hands. "Come on, slow pokes! Let's move!" She exclaimed
pulling them out the door.

Her mother and father didn't say goodbye to each other.

She tried to ignore that though...

Casey ran over to the backseat and then jumped into the car. She leaned up at the center console, clicking the siren button, letting it go off for a second. Rick and Shane quickly got in, moving her hand away. "Can I say hi to your sheriff friends on the radio, Daddy?" she asked, reaching for his walkie.

"Emergencies only, baby girl." He said, putting his sheriff's hat on her head. "Now get buckled." He said, she got back into the backseat and then put her seatbelt on. Rick heard the click, then started the car and started moving.

Carl looked at her, seeing the hat on her head. The two often took their dad's sheriff gear, it was often Carl and Casey were running around in his sheriff's jacket and his hat. Carl was insistent on having the hat, and Casey stole the jacket, but it was always so big on her.

When they got to the school, Casey leaned up to the center console again. Rick took his hat back, and she grabbed her backpack. "Bye, Dad. Bye, Shane." Carl rushed his words before opening the door and running over to his friends.

"See ya, bud."

"Love you, Carl."

Casey leaned on the console, a grin on her face. "I'm a lot more loving than he is." She said Rick agreed in some ways more than others, kissing her on the cheek. He knew she also didn't want to go to school.

"You also don't want to go in and see Mrs. C so you're stalling." He saw right through her. She didn't like her Reading teacher, Mrs. Crawford, otherwise known as Mrs. C. In Casey's words, she's the devil.

"No, I obviously wanna stay in the car with you and my favorite un-"

"Out, now." He cut her off, she rolled her eyes, slipping her backpack on.

"Son of a bitch," She muttered, he shot his head back at her, and Shane let out a laugh.

"I'm gonna pretend that I didn't hear that word come out of your mouth, young lady." He scolded, pointing a finger. She smiled, getting out of the car.

"Bye, love you!" She exclaimed, waving at them.

"Love you, Casey!"

That was the last thing Rick Grimes said to his daughter for a while...

                       𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

          𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓. So, when his wife had to pick up her children from school after his partner, Shane, told her thirty seconds before they walked out. So, she didn't even have time to process the information. All she knew was that explaining it to her children, especially on her daughter's eighth birthday was going to be hard.

Casey was walking out with a smile on her face and a group of girls around her. She also had a very bruised eye from a ball thrown at her during gym class.

"What did you get for your birthday?" Asked one of her many friends. Casey was friendly, and she was probably one of the more 'popular' girls in her grade if being popular was a thing in second grade. She just had more friends than others, but the good thing was that she was nice to everyone no matter what...except when she was playing kickball at the gym, then it was different.

"I didn't get anything yet, we're going to get cheeseburgers for dinner, then I'm gonna open my presents." She told her friend, tightening her ponytail.

She looked over to see her mom bent down in front of her brother, and he was crying. She furrowed her eyebrows out of confusion, looking around. "Bye, Casey! Happy Birthday!" shouted her friends before everyone ran to their parents.

Casey bit her lip, not knowing if she should go over to her mother and Carl. That's when she let her eyes on her Uncle. She went sprinting over to him, her confusion never leaving her face. "What in the world happened to your eye?" He asked, crouching down in front of her.

"Why's Carl crying?" She asked, looking over at them. He carefully turned her face so he could look at her eyes. "Did another kid make fun of him again, I'll beat his ass again-" Shane cut her off, shaking his head.

"Don't say ass."

"You say it."

"I'm an adult."

"Is my dad here? You're here so where is he?" She asked, looking over at the cop car. Shane looked down, running his hand through his hair.

"I gotta talk to you about somethin'." He said, looking over at Lori, who gave him a nod. That nod was to have him tell her daughter what happened to her father on her own birthday.

Lori didn't think she could say it to her on her birthday. Maybe if it were another day, but it was a special day, and now it was ruined. No more cheeseburgers, or cake, maybe not even presents. She wouldn't even be in the mood to open them, Lori knew it.

"Like what?" She asked, both of his hands went onto her arms, lightly holding them.

Lori and Carl were walking over, Carl was sobbing and Lori had tears flowing down her face. "There was an accident with your daddy at work." He told her, he noticed how her face had completely dropped.

"Is he okay?"

When Shane took a while to answer, tears went into the little girl's eyes. "He's gonna be okay, he's in surgery right now." He told her, she sniffled, then wiped her eyes, feeling a slight pain in her bruised one. Shane removed her hands from her eyes softly, and they remained now at her sides.

"What happened?" She questioned, Shane looked down as Lori walked up behind her.

"He got shot right in his side." Casey no longer tried to stop her tears. Lori had Carl hugging at her side, and now she was bringing her daughter in for a hug. Her face was in her stomach, and Lori played with her ponytail, being as comforting as she could with her eight-year-old.

This was not how the day was supposed to go.

They went to the hospital, and everyone waited in the waiting room for Rick's surgery to be over. It felt like hours, in fact, it was hours he was in surgery. Casey was now wrapped up in her father's sheriff jacket, and Carl was cuddled up against his mother.

Casey wasn't very good at expressing her emotions. She didn't like being coddled. If she was upset, she'd try to cool herself off, she didn't want help from anyone. Maybe her father, she was a daddy's girl after all.

She wouldn't eat, sleep, or do anything. Carl had taken a small nap, and he had a snack, not Casey though. She had her knees to her chest. Her chin was either on her knees, or her face was on her knees.

When the doctor walked out, she sighed. "The surgery went well." Everyone stood up immediately after hearing her say that. "He's not awake yet, and I don't know when he will be awake. But, he is in the Post Anesthesia Care Unit now." She said, Lori sighed with relief.

"Thank you so much, Doctor. Can we see him?" She asked, the doctor nodded her head.

"You and anyone twelve or older."

Casey looked at her mother and Carl, who had sighed. She felt Shane put his hand on her shoulder, lightly pulling her back next to him. "You two go, I'll stay with her." She turned around, looking up at him.

"No, I wanna go to." She stated, Lori looked down at her, taking a few steps over.

"Baby, he'll be out of there in no time, then you can see him-"

"I wanna see him now, though." Lori put her hand on her daughter's cheek shaking her head.

"I know, but you're not old enough enough yet. Once he's out, you and Uncle Shane can go and see him. For now, you're gonna get some food in your belly, okay?" She asked, moving the flyaways from her forehead. Casey's face went slightly red, and her eyes had tears in them. "You'll see him soon, baby. I promise." Lori swore.

She nodded, wiping her eye without the bruise. Shane put his hand on her back, guiding her away. The birthday girl walked with her Godfather with her hands in the pockets of her father's big jacket.

He'd brought her to the cafeteria, and they both sat down at a table after getting some food. It was kinda gross, but Casey needed to eat something soon. "Remember when you had to get surgery on your wrist?" Shane asked, she did it less than a year ago. It was probably February, and she got out of her cast in April, maybe. She'd fallen off her bike, and she had to get pins in her wrist.

That was a huge fight between her parents. She was hanging out with her friends in the neighborhood, and they were riding bikes. Somehow it was her father's fault for not keeping an eye on her even though she was on the other side of the block.

Anyway, she had surgery a week later. Carl was at his grandparents' house. Rick and Lori got over the argument in the waiting room and ended up showing some kind of affection for the first time in a while. For the couple of days that Casey was in serious pain, they acted like a real married couple for once, and she was happy to see it.

Anyway, it was Rick, Lori, and Shane waiting for her to get out of surgery. Rick had gone in the operating room up until she went to sleep, something he was allowed to do. Then he went to the waiting room with his wife and best friend. And when she finally got out, the way that her parents ran to the PACU was fast.

The point of the story was that Rick was a mess when she was getting the pins on her wrist. He was barely able to express himself, he was holding Lori's hand the whole time with a feeling in his stomach. Sure, it was only a wrist surgery, but still. He was worried!

Shane decided to tell her it, just to make her feel better. She nodded her head yes, picking her food around.

"Your daddy was a mess after he left the OR when they put you to sleep, he was so worried. I've got to tell ya, you're takin' this a whole lot better than he did, Casey." He convinced her, she looked up, nodding her head.

"Did you get the person who shot him?" Shane nodded his head.

"They got him. He's gonna get locked up for a long time for shootin' your daddy, don't you worry 'bout it, Casey Q."

"Promise?"

"I promise, now tell me the story of how ya got that shiner."

                       𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 out of her father's hospital room. It was often Carl would want to go home and Lori or Shane would have to stay at the hospital until visiting hours were over. Then, they'd have to drag Casey out and she'd leave crying.

It was one of those nights.

Shane would stay most nights. Lori still had to run the house. So, Casey would sit there in her father's sheriff jacket and her stuffed shark in her hand. Most nights she'd just stare, and if the machine ever made some kind of noise, she'd jolt up. One time she thought he would wake up, he didn't though. He definitely didn't.

Sometimes she'd even fall asleep in the uncomfortable hospital chair. Then Shane or Lori would carry her out to the car. But, right now wasn't a night where she was falling asleep.

"Casey,"

The voice of Shane Walsh was ignored by his stubborn, eight-year-old niece. It was nearly 8 p.m., and she had to go home at some point. She had school the next morning, and she was still catching up on work from when she missed the entirety of last week. The little girl with brown, curly hair and light blue eyes didn't move a muscle. She didn't want to leave, because what if he woke up and nobody was there?

She remembered waking up after the surgery on her arm with both of her parents next to her. What if Rick woke up and nobody was there? She'd feel really crappy if that happened.

Casey was a daddy's girl, and there was no doubt about it. So, getting her to leave that hospital room every day for two weeks was very hard. It was the same cycle every night, it would be nearly eight o'clock, and visiting hours would soon be over. Casey wouldn't leave, and Shane or Lori would have to pick her up. She'd yell, kick, and punch as one of them took her home she'd basically throw a tantrum. By the time she got into his Jeep or Lori's car, she'd be dead asleep. He'd carry her inside the house, and then it repeated the next day. Sometimes it was different, sometimes she wouldn't fall asleep, sometimes she'd sit in the car and cry. On weekends, Shane would take her for cheeseburgers to try to lift her spirits. Most of the time she would just sit there with her head in her hands.

On the night of May 19th, 2010, it was unbeknownst to Casey that it'd be her last time seeing her father. It wasn't known to anybody that that day it would be the last time they saw him.

Shane prepared to leave, and he crouched down next to his niece. "Case, you gotta go home, get some sleep." He tried to convince her, but she only shook her head.

The thing about Casey Grimes was that she liked things her way. She was what you call a control freak, or a bossy kid. She got that from her father, like many other things.

This time in her life was awful because she couldn't control anything. She couldn't control the person who shot her dad, and she couldn't just magically wake him up. She couldn't control the uncontrollable, sometimes she felt like she couldn't control anything anymore.

"I don't wanna go, I wanna stay here." She mumbled, clutching her father's hand. "You can go, and when he wakes up he won't be scared." She told him, Shane knew that wasn't the case.

Shane put his hand through his hair as the little girl sat there. Her eyes were red, and she had dried tear streaks on her cheeks. "C'mon, Casey-girl, we gotta get you home. You'll be back here tomorrow, maybe I can get ya in early. He proposed, she shook her head, looking at him.

"I'm not going, tell my mom that I'm staying here!" Her tone of voice was louder, and Shane knew at that point she wasn't leaving. He let out a sigh, standing up.

He took her from the chair, and she started thrashing in his arms. "No, I don't wanna go." She cried, punching at his chest. Shane tried to hold her still, but it wasn't working. "Please, Uncle Shane, what if he wakes up and he's all alone?" She asked he got her steady, and she could no longer kick her legs at him.

"Then you can see him tomorrow, I promise you I will take you, first thing tomorrow after school-" She cut him off quickly, shaking her head.

She didn't care about going to breakfast. All she wanted to do was stay with her father, awake or not. "No! I wanna stay here with my dad!" She thrashed, he carried her through the halls of the hospital.

There were lots of people crying and sobbing, and doctors were going nuts from stress. So, Shane and her didn't look any different than anyone else right now. "I'm gonna take you tomorrow!" He exclaimed as he got into the packed elevator.

"Case, look at me." He said sternly, but also calmly, she stopped her hitting and slowed down. She was getting tired of it, and she knew he wouldn't let her back in there. Her cheeks were puffy, and her eyes were teary and red. Her eye was starting to clear up a lot more, now it was a purplish yellow. "Tonight, you're gonna get a good night's rest, and then tomorrow after school we're gonna come back here, and you're gonna see him, how's that sound?" She didn't give him an answer, she just ended up crying on his shoulder again.

                       𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

a/n:

First chapter of I'm Not Little! I hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter! Yall are gonna be pretty annoyed because I kinda made her have a very close relationship with Shane.

So before y'all start hating, Shane is someone both Casey and Carl look up to, he is quite literally their Uncle, or in this case a Funcle (Fake Uncle) He's Casey's god father, so it kinda just made sense for them to have a closer relationship! SO DON'T HATE ON ME.

And also I feel like sometimes when I read fanfics they have just random reasons to hate on Shane, like yea he's annoying asf I get it and he was just a bad freaking guy, especially after what he did to Lori. Like there is no bigger Shane hater than me. But I feel like Casey and Carl are gonna look up to him because he's like the "cool uncle" ig. SO DON'T HATE.

But yeah, that's a little explanation for that.

writing casey's little divorced parents is the easiest fucking thing #childofdivorce

AND I ALSO MADE SOME CUTE LITTLE AI THINGS

daddy's girl at heart right there.

anyways... I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYED

may 14, 2024

-Abby 
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