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NAME: Judith Grimes
NICKNAMES: Judy, Lil Asskicker, Lil A
AGE: 18
DATE OF BIRTH: November 4, 2012
SPECIES: Human
FANDOM: The Walking Dead
CANON POINT: Waaaay post-series
PUNCTURABLE: Yes
AU: Potentially, if only because she died as a baby in the comic books and may or may not end up dead too young in the show.
ALIGNMENT: Good
INVENTORY: Weapons bag — crossbow, a couple of knives, rifle, ammunition.
JOURNAL _lilasskicker
PB: Caitlin Stasey

MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUALITY: Undecided (does it matter? Everybody dies)

HOMETOWN: Unknown, Georgia
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Dome
PARENTS: Lori Grimes and (presumably) Rick Grimes; potentially Shane Walsh. Nobody knows for certain, but Judy is out of the loop on that.
SIBLINGS: Carl Grimes, older brother.

QUIRKS: Sarcastic, Near perfect shot, can be a little silly
LIKES: Family, Down time, Sunrises
DISLIKES: Zombies, Constant vigilance, sunsets



NAME: Jen
AGE: 31
AIM: RockinTheHD
EMAIL: mistojen[at]gmail[dot]com
CONTACT: dropbox
TIME ZONE: EST
SAMPLES: here
READ THE RULES: Yes
READ IMPORTANT FACTS: Yes

Judith is a Grimes to the core. She's confident, self-assured, sarcastic, and finds it easy to detach when the situation calls for it. She's a skilled weapons-woman and she knows how to survive; she's been doing it her whole life. She's jaded, cynical, distrustful, and constantly vigilant — something that she hates, but knows is necessary. She shoots first and asks questions never. You fuck with her family and she'll put a bullet between your eyes. It's difficult to get her to trust you, but once she does, you're no longer an acquaintance; you're family to her.

On the other hand, Judith does have a softer side, she just seldom has a chance to show it. She's incredibly empathetic to the plights of others, loves with her whole heart and soul, and wishes for nothing more than to know what life would be like if she'd been alive before the world went to hell in a hand basket. She wants to be in love. She wants to have a family of her own. Judith is a dreamer, but she knows better. Perpetually fighting for your life is the new normal and Judith knows that. She once found a book about children fighting to the death in a television show called the Hunger Games and she devoured it, wishing that she could find the sequel or sequels. In spite of their bleak circumstances, Katniss and Peeta had still found love. Sort of. It was more than Judith had ever known, anyway. She keeps that in her proverbial pocket; a tiny space in the corner of her mind that she knows no one will ever know and she draws on it when things get really bad.

Relationships, on that note, are a foreign entity to Judith. She doesn't know whether she would like boys or girls. She's seen Glenn and Maggie and she got the feeling sometimes that Beth and Carl might have been interested in one another, but Judith had never had anyone her own age to whom she could be attracted around. She watches Glenn and Maggie sometimes and wishes she could have what they have, while at the same time cursing them for it because they are one another's greatest weakness and the group is only as strong as their weakest link. She thinks Maggie and Glenn are that weak link...because of one another.

Judith is fierce, both with her loyalty to those who she feels deserve it and with her wrath to those who do not. Being on Judith's good side is a huge benefit, but having yourself on her bad side could be deadly, if you don't sleep with one eye open.

01. Sister.
02. Daughter.
03. Lover.
04. Fighter.
05. Strong.
06. Weak.
07. Lost.
08. Loved.
09. Alone.
10. Survivor.

Judith was literally born in a prison. In the boiler room of an abandoned Georgia state penitentiary being seiged by Walkers, to be more precise. From the moment of her birth, Judith was a motherless child. She feels that pain every day, even now. Lori Grimes died giving birth to her and Judith carries that burden on her shoulders and in her heart to this day; knowing that she killed her mother...knowing that her older brother, Carl, had to then put her down like a dog just because Judith exists at all.

She doesn't remember much of her childhood. A lot of it was a blur between one shelter and the next; one caretaker and the next. Largely, she felt parented by Carl, but everyone had a hand in raising Judith, from her actual father, Rick, to Michonne, Carol, Glenn, Daryl, and the Greene sisters. She'll never tell anyone, but to her...Carl is less her brother and more her father. Rick always seemed somehow detached to her, even though she knew he tried. She calls him Rick to his face, but never in front of Carl. In front of Carl, he's dad.

Carl taught her to shoot. Michonne taught her to fence. Carol taught her how to use a knife — both to kill Walkers and for prepping food. Daryl taught her to use a crossbow. She's the baby of the group, but she's never had a chance to feel like it. From the time she was old enough to understand how, she's been behind a weapon and by now, she's damn good at every last one of them. Judith can even improvise if she has to. She taught herself to make a bow out of whatever suitable material she could find, just in case she needed to know. She never misses a shot, even if she's throwing a knife. To their credit, the group tended to keep her as protected as she could possibly be, but even Judith knew that there would come a day when she would have to take care of herself, for better or worse, so they never babied her; she learned, she practiced, she fought beside them.

The group finally found one another somewhere in upstate Georgia. Town borders stopped mattering long before Judith was even born, so she has no idea where. Just that it's Georgia. They've been holed up on a farm not unlike the Greene farm that preceded her birth. Judith was on watch with Maggie the night everything changed. The last thing Judith remembers from home is standing on the roof of the RV that was left behind by whomever had lived on the farm before them, with her rifle at the ready and her weapons bag slung around her shoulder.

At some point, she blacked out, and she woke up in the woods alone with her bag, rifle, and a box full of useless shit save the matches (once they dried out) and the bottle of water. After having done some exploring on her own for a few days, she found that she was enclosed in a dome of glass she couldn't break. Without running into any Walkers, Judith thought it best to find a place to settle. She'd noted there had been a town that appeared to be abandoned and left in ruin. Stocking up on stale pretzels, Slim Fast bars, and bottles of water, Judith settled into a cabin out behind the carnival. She wrote her findings every day; made notes to herself and to her family, even though she doubted they would ever see them. Now the time had come. Judith was on her own, meant to fend for herself. ...until one day, weeks later, when suddenly the pages of her journal started to show foreign handwriting. Maybe she wasn't so alone, after all...