the walking dead games
taken from the video games.
part of growing up is doing what’s best for the people you care about. even if, sometimes, that means hurting someone else.
hey, kiddo. how do you feel?
here, let me help you back to bed.
everything you’re feeling is okay. it makes you a good person.
you’re as stubborn as a damn mule.
family is what you make it.
you can’t break promises, (name).
but having people you care about… that’s a good thing.
i’m sorry for all this sappy shit.
it can’t be easy. wanting to give him a childhood, but knowing what it takes to survive now.
kids shouldn’t have to worry about that sort of thing.
i feel safer like this. not sleeping.
sometimes i forget you’re still just a kid.
i thought we lost you, buddy.
if you go back to sleep, i’ll stay awake and make sure no more bad dreams come.
protective, loving, caring. all the things a good parent needs to be.
you live a good life, you hear me?
no peace. no rest. the punches just keep coming.
it’s safe under here. no one can get me.
somewhere up there, his (familial term) is looking down on you. grateful for what you’re doing.
there aren’t any good people anymore.
something broke inside me. a long time ago.
i wanted to check on you. make sure you’re okay.
life doesn’t mean much without people you can relate to.
we’ve got each other. as long as we have that, we’ll be okay.
and then i woke up. and nothing’s changed. i’m still taking a beating. every day.
that’s what the world is really like. we all have to get used to it sometime.
the older i get, the more i see it.
