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"I want to go in the house." She huffed.
But her mind was taken off of the warmth her little body lacked once her father mentioned the best thing in the universe. A Big Cat. "Really?" Eyes wide as saucers. She gently took it from him and broke the half of the chocolate into another half.
"Here." Handing Troy the other piece.
"You should eat too." She offered a faint smile and then bit down on her piece as if a little mouse, nibbling at it. And finally, once the goodness of the candy reached her senses, she devoured it.
Grasshopper. That little nickname gave her so much comfort. She honestly felt teary-eyed every time he called her that because her fear was that every time would be the last time. So many horrible things in the world had taken away so many good things. What if the world did it to him too?
"Tell me about Uncle Jake again?" Recalling a few memories speckled throughout her childhood here and there, hearing stories of Troy's dearly-departed brother.
"And the ranch. Oh! And the cows!" @butibite
the beginning (tracy/troy) pre-s8
"Dad?" Tracy looked up from their little makeshift camp. It was raining out. PADRE had yet to be established. Her mother was still lost in some horde, and they were still trying to make it out in the world without any help at all. No group. No friends. No one. Just the two of them.
"I'm hungry." The eight year old frowned. She clung onto him, shivering through her little jacket. In just two years time, they would have an entire militia following Troy, including her uncle Russell. But for now, it was just two against the world.
They had taken shelter in a little shed in back of a large house that was crawling with the dead. It seemed like some rich person had a rager once upon a time, and their guests were still shuffling around. And it was storming. The thunder hurt her ears.
He had taught her not to be afraid, however. Even if she was. Tracy clung onto her little stuffed rabbit, resting her head against her father's arm. @butibite
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tracyotto · 5 months
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the beginning (tracy/troy) pre-s8
"Dad?" Tracy looked up from their little makeshift camp. It was raining out. PADRE had yet to be established. Her mother was still lost in some horde, and they were still trying to make it out in the world without any help at all. No group. No friends. No one. Just the two of them.
"I'm hungry." The eight year old frowned. She clung onto him, shivering through her little jacket. In just two years time, they would have an entire militia following Troy, including her uncle Russell. But for now, it was just two against the world.
They had taken shelter in a little shed in back of a large house that was crawling with the dead. It seemed like some rich person had a rager once upon a time, and their guests were still shuffling around. And it was storming. The thunder hurt her ears.
He had taught her not to be afraid, however. Even if she was. Tracy clung onto her little stuffed rabbit, resting her head against her father's arm. @butibite
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TROY OTTO fighting till his dying breath for his daughter in FTWD s08ep11 "Fighting like you".
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FTWD8 BTS: Antonella Rose and Daniel Sharman
(Inside Fear the Walking Dead Season 8)
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Eeeww. Mom and dad are kissing.
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tracyotto · 6 months
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Uncle Dennis. @crmgoldenboy
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#Mood
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tracyotto · 6 months
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Little toddler Tracy clapping away and giggling.
"Daddy mad! Mommy, look!"
Dwight who has decorated the entire Sanctuary with Christmas decorations he found on runs: Merry Christmas!! Troy who literally just woke up: What the fuck is this? Dwight: It's Christmas! I decorated and found a tree while you were all asleep. And now Sherry is gonna have you pick names out of a hat for Secret Santa! Troy: No, this is ridiculous take it all down. Dwight: But...Christmas Troy watching as Klaus, Frank, Lyn, and baby Tracy get excited about the decorations and the lights. Tracy starts laughing and grabbing for things. Troy knowing he is gonna have to leave the decorations up: I hate all you people
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tracyotto · 6 months
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TROY AND TRACY + burying people with their bare hands (3.13 | 8.12)
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psd credit  THE PLACE I’M FROM. I’M NOT GONNA’ TELL YOU WHERE IT IS, I’M NOT GONNA’ TELL YOU WHAT IT’S CALLED. BUT THERE IS SOMETHING I WILL TELL YOU. IT’S BIGGER THAN ME, IT’S BIGGER THAN YOU, IT’S BIGGER THAN ALL OF US.
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tracyotto · 7 months
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FTWD8 BTS: Daniel Sharman as Troy Otto
(Inside Fear the Walking Dead Season 8)
+ bonus gif
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troy and tracy in 8.12
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tracyotto · 7 months
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Poor Tracy. Also never in a million years thought we would get Troy being called Dad or fathering a child. Like is this for real? Looking forward to see their dynamic in the seasons finale when he’s reunited with her.
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tracyotto · 7 months
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— you did what you said. you found us a home. and you kept me safe.
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