The group was used to silence being their ally. Silence kept them hidden, kept them alive. But that was before Song Jihyo joined them.

Jihyo was kind, resourceful, and brave—but the woman couldn’t stop talking.

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It started innocently enough.

While on the road, she’d chat with anyone within earshot. “So, Glenn, what’s the scariest thing you’ve seen since this whole thing started? Oh, and Maggie, do you think walkers can, like, remember anything? Their past lives, maybe?”

“Jihyo, you ever take a breath?” Glenn teased.

“I just like to keep the mood light,” she replied with a grin. “And besides, who else is gonna keep you entertained?”

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Even at camp, she never stopped.

As the group gathered around the fire one night, she regaled them with stories about her life. “So there was this one time on set,” she began, gesturing animatedly. “I had to wear this huge, heavy costume, right? And then the director—”

“Jihyo,” Rick interrupted gently, “maybe we should focus on keeping watch.”

She pouted but nodded. “Fine. But later, I’m finishing that story!”

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The real trouble came when they had to hide from a horde of walkers.

They crouched behind an overturned truck, everyone holding their breath as the growls of the dead grew louder.

But Jihyo, whispering despite the danger, couldn’t help herself. “Do you think walkers can smell fear? Or is it just, like, a general scent thing? Because I’ve noticed they go for the loudest—”

“Jihyo!” Daryl hissed, glaring at her.

She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

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Later, when they were safe, the group couldn’t help but confront her.

“Do you have to talk all the time?” Michonne asked, exasperated but not unkind.

Jihyo shrugged sheepishly. “It’s a habit. Silence makes me... nervous.”

The group exchanged glances, their frustration softening.

Rick sighed. “Just… try to tone it down when we’re in danger, alright?”

She nodded, grinning. “Got it. But can I finish my story now?”

Daryl groaned, but the group couldn’t help but laugh.

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Despite her chatterbox tendencies, Jihyo’s constant talking often brought levity to their grim reality. And though they sometimes wished for peace and quiet, they wouldn’t trade her for anything.