A/N: Hey guys, this is just a very small drabble I was inspired to write based off a prompt. I know it's short, just a little something I wrote. Thanks, have a nice rest of the week! (I don't own "The Walking Dead" in any way, shape or form. These characters are not mine.)
When Rick Grimes saw his newborn child for the first time, it nearly brought tears to his eyes. Not because his wife, Lori, had died giving birth, but because the infant was so perfect.
Judith was a couple weeks old now and was the best behaving baby out there. Even better than Carl was, which was saying something. She didn't wail and hardly fussed. Considering the low amount of food and water she was getting, Judith was exceptionally patient. Then again, if you're born into a zombie apocalyptic world, your standards for life are much lower.
Judith would never know how beautiful the world once was. How immaculate it all seemed compared to this living hell. But you can't miss what you haven't experienced.