#twdg reader

[yellowsugarwords]

Hello, lovely!! I wanted to say I love your writings esp since I have the same awesome taste, Javi ♡ (+ Luke!)

If I could request I'd really love Javier (and whoever else you'd like :)) with a kind reader capable enough in the apocalypse, they just get shy and blush easily around their crush :P

I think you have a post like it for S4 but I'm not sure for the others, and please do ignore if you're not accepting or anything!!

just for you, here are some extra long Javi and Luke blurbs for you, friend 💛💛

because they’re gonna be long, click the cut to read ‘em :)

Javier: Javier smiled to himself, watching Y/N as they entered the Richmond gates. “Welcome back,” he said, setting down the tools he was holding. He was helping chop and arrange firewood with some newer survivors, but abandoned it quickly when Y/N walked in. All Y/N could do was smile, nervously rubbing at one of their arms. “Thanks,” they said softly. Why was it always so hard for them to speak when Javi was nearby? “How did collecting go?” Javi asked. Y/N was so busy planning what they would say next that they almost completely missed his question. “Oh, good!” Y/N responded after a beat of delay, processing his question. “Lots of firewood was collected. We even managed to find a squirrel.” Javi whistled, impressed. “Sounds like we’ll be eating like kings tonight then, huh?” He turned, his hands on his hips, smirking Y/N’s way. They could feel their knees go weak, but cleared their throat as a means of composing themselves. “Can I help you unpack?” Javi asked, he was fiddling with the bottom of his shirt - something he rarely did - as he spoke. His eyes drifted down Richmond’s dirt, man-made road as he awaited their response. With rosy cheeks and a beaming smile, Y/N nodded. Realizing he wasn’t looking at them, they became even more flustered. “Yes! Please. I’d really appreciate that.” God they were a mess. They just didn’t know that Javi found it adorable. They spent the rest of their day in the kitchen taking stock, and near the firepit, chatting, organizing firewood, and getting ready to cook dinner together.

Luke: Luke smiled as Y/N started toward the cabin, two large bags of wood in their arms. One was hanging off their back, the other they were holding with both arms, as if to balance them out. By the time they got in through the front doors, they dropped the bags off and sighed. “Tired?” Luke asked, leaning against a railing at the top of the stairs. Y/N almost jumped out of their skin - a hand to their chest - taking a deep breath. “I thought you would be sleeping,” Y/N said, scurrying up the stairs to be closer to him. Their heart was racing; now for more than one reason. “I couldn’t sleep.” Luke said passively, smirking their way. It made Y/N almost collapse. “Decided I’d wait until you came back from foraging.” Y/N practically short-circuited. “W-Waiting? For me?” Luke raised a brow, confused by their sudden stumbling. They were normally so well put-together. “Why?” They started fiddling with their fingers - something they did whenever they were nervous - and Luke knew. Y/N didn't need to explain it. Luke just knew how to read them like a book. “It’s not bad,” he said sweetly with a chuckle, not wanting to put them at ill-ease. “I just wanted to chat. I miss it when we had the same shifts.” Y/N’s cheeks flushed. “Really?” “Yeah, you’re a blast.” Luke said, setting a hand on their shoulder. “I put on some coffee if you want some. Wanna catch up?” Y/N nodded, unable to speak. If they did, they might risk releasing a jumbled slew of embarrassment. “Sure.” They managed to squeak out. When Luke turned his back, Y/N jumped for joy, followed by quickly scurrying after him.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[spacycatmeowx3]

When you thought you found a good fanfic but it’s just inc3st/p3d0phila/non-con/something weird

[kisses-for-you]

ice || luke twdg

pairing: luke x fem!reader

summary: Luke has to think quickly when the ice under your feet starts breaking — literally.

w/c: 3.0k

spoiler warning: this fic is very loosely based off of season 2, episode 5 (don't even know if it counts as a spoiler at this point tbh)

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Crack.

The ice beneath you cracked, leaving you standing on what felt like a ticking time bomb. Luke, Bonnie and Clem all turned in your direction, eyes widening, panic painting their expressions. You froze on the spot, unsure of what your next move was. “Y/N!” Luke called your name, already inching across the ice closer to you. Clem followed suit.

“Don’t-!” you exclaimed, “Don’t come any closer!”

Luke froze, caught between instinct and reason. “Just stay calm, alright? Don’t move,” he said, voice trembling ever so slightly.

Your legs wobbled, breath hitching in your throat as another soft crack echoed beneath your feet. The ice groaned like it was angry. “I know not to move, Luke,” you snapped, trying to keep the fear out of your voice, but your eyes flicked downward anyway. Bad idea. All you saw was a sheet of thinning ice and dark, swirling water underneath.

Bonnie grabbed Clem’s shoulder and pulled her back a bit. “We can’t all crowd her. The ice won’t hold,” she hissed, voice tight with fear.

Luke ignored her. “Y/N, look at me. Hey, hey, eyes up, sweetheart.” His voice was gentle now, like it was just the two of you again, curled up in an old cabin and not about to fall through a frozen lake. “I got you, alright? You’re not gonna fall. Just… reach out your hand, nice and slow.”

“Luke…” you whispered, voice cracking. “If I go under-”

“You’re not,” he said, still stepping forward despite your protests.

“Luke, no!” you shouted, warning him not to come any closer. You glanced at Bonnie and gave her a look, which she seemed to understand. She moved to hold Luke back, grabbing his arm. Bonnie gritted her teeth as she yanked Luke back. “Don’t be stupid, Luke! She told you not to move!” she barked.

Luke fought her grip, his eyes locked on you with desperation burning in them. “I have to get to her! I’m not just gonna stand here and watch her-”

“Luke,” you cut him off, your voice firm despite the terror boiling in your chest. “You can’t save me if we both fall in.”

And then, like a horror movie playing on fast-forward, groaning snarls erupted from behind. More walkers. Of course.

Clementine turned to look behind you. “They’re coming!”

You turned your head just slightly, enough to see silhouettes shambling onto the lake, their limbs stiff from the cold but still deadly. There were too many of them, and you were in the middle of the lake with ice thinner than tissue paper. Perfect. Your heart pounded harder. You knew what had to be done. “Bonnie,” you called. She turned to you, wide-eyed. “Buy me time. Shoot the walkers behind us. Now!”

Clem didn’t wait. She was already raising her gun, her small hands steady despite the situation. One shot cracked through the cold air, echoing across the lake as the first walker dropped. Bonnie followed suit, fumbling slightly but firing with shaky determination. Luke was yelling something, probably your name again, but you barely heard it. Because now the ice was seriously groaning, screaming, practically. And you knew you were running out of time.

You tried to shift your weight slowly, carefully moving one foot toward a thicker part of the ice, eyes flicking around for anything more solid. “Y/N, stop!” Luke’s voice came again.

“I’m not just gonna wait to die, Luke!” you shouted back.

He struggled against Bonnie again, managing to take another half-step closer.

“Luke, I swear to god,” your voice cracked again. “If you fall through, I’ll never forgive you.”

“I don’t care, Y/N!” he yelled. “I’m not losing you!”

A loud boom of a shot rang out, followed by a walker’s gurgling fall. “Three more!” Clem shouted.

You felt the ice shift beneath your foot. A web of cracks spread like lightning beneath you, and a chill that had nothing to do with the cold climbed up your spine. You had seconds. You looked at Luke for what could’ve possibly been the last time. “I love you,” you said, quiet but clear.

His face crumpled. “No, don’t say it like that. You’re gonna make it out of this.”

You gave him a half-smile, bitter and broken and laced with hope. “Then let me do this my way. Just keep them off me.”

Bonnie reloaded. Clem was already aiming at the next walker. Luke stood frozen, eyes wet, lips pressed tight, watching the person he loved on the verge of falling through a grave of ice and water.

And then the ice beneath you gave a snap like a bone breaking, and you dropped, straight into the freezing dark.

One second you were standing on a slippery miracle, the next you were in it, or rather under it. The lake swallowed you whole, dragging you down like it had been waiting all along. Ice water wrapped around your body like chains, shocking the air right out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t see. Everything was black and blue and blurry, like the whole world had shattered and you’d fallen straight through the pieces.

Your arms flailed upward instinctively, fighting the weight of your soaked clothes. The surface shimmered just above you, distorted and too far. You reached for it, fingers numb, chest burning. The water clawed at your skin, cutting into it like glass. The pain was instant. Unforgiving. Above, muffled voices and gunshots bled through the ice, barely audible. You heard someone scream your name. It was Luke, you knew it was Luke. And then suddenly, the blurry shimmer above you broke.

A hand plunged through the water like a lifeline sent by the universe.

Luke.

His fingers wrapped around your arm, and then both arms, and then you were yanked, violently, desperately, upward. The ice cracked further under the strain of your combined weight, but Luke didn’t let go. He refused to. His grip was iron. With a strong tug, he pulled you halfway out of the water, breath ragged. “Come on- come on, sweetheart,” he panted, locking eyes with you like he was trying to pull your soul back to the surface too. “Stay with me. Just a little more. I got you.”

Bonnie screamed something behind him. Clementine fired another shot. But none of that mattered. Not to Luke. Not right now. He hauled you out with a roar, slipping to his knees as you crashed onto the cracked ice beside him. You were coughing violently, lips blue, soaked through and shaking uncontrollably. Your vision spun like the world had tilted sideways.

“S’okay, sweetheart. I got you, I got you,” Luke repeated over and over, his arms already wrapped around you, picking you up to continue towards the house.

Your teeth chattered so hard it hurt, but you clung to him like your life depended on it because, honestly, it did. You couldn’t feel your fingers. Your soaked clothes clung to you like icy cement, and your arm was burning from where the ice had sliced into it. Luke didn’t stop moving. “Just a little farther,” he whispered, almost to himself. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay, baby, I promise.” His voice cracked halfway through the sentence, but he kept going.

You tried to speak, to say you were fine, but your jaw wouldn’t cooperate. Your body felt like it was shutting down, piece by piece, and the pain in your arm was making everything fuzzy.

Bonnie ran ahead, kicking open the door of the unfinished house Arvo had led you to. Luke stumbled inside with you in his arms, lowering you onto the dusty floor. His hands were almost shaking worse than yours, hovering over you like he didn’t know what to do first. You were soaked to the bone, your breaths coming in shallow, wheezy gasps. His eyes flicked from your face to your arm to your chest, and then back to your face again. “Shit. Okay. Okay. We need to warm you up. Now.”

Jane spoke, “I got it.” She disappeared, searching the house for firewood or anything else that would work.

Luke held you in his arms, wrapping them around you to give you any sort of warmth for now, not caring about the fact that he, too, was now getting soaked.

“B-babe?” you asked, voice slurred.

Luke’s head snapped down to you, eyes wide and full of panic. “I’m here. I’m right here, baby,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours like he could will your body heat back just by being close. “You’re okay. I got you. I got you.”

Your eyes fluttered, barely staying open. “So…tired…” you mumbled, and Luke was just about able to make out the words.

“No, no, no, don’t do that, sweetheart, stay with me,” Luke whispered fast, panicked, his arms tightening around you. “You gotta stay awake, alright? Please.” His voice cracked again, more desperate now, like the thought of losing you was physically tearing him apart. “Don’t close your eyes, not yet.”

Kenny was pacing like a caged animal, his boots scraping the wooden floor with every stomp. He kept glancing at you, wrapped up in Luke’s arms, your lips still blue, your body shaking uncontrollably. The silence in the room, save for your gasps and Luke whispering reassurances, was suffocating.

Then, Kenny looked at Arvo. “You son of a bitch. This is your fuckin’ fault!” Kenny accused, choosing to direct his anger at the Russian.

“Kenny. Don’t man,” Mike tried to step in and diffuse the situation.

“Don’t what?” fumed Kenny.

Mike responded, “It’s nobody’s damn fault.”

“The hell it ain’t!”

“He’s just a scared kid. This ain’t on him,” Mike defended Arvo, or rather attempted to do so.

Kenny glanced around the house. “Look at this place. Just a stack of fuckin’ toothpicks. Bet those magical ‘supplies’ are bullshit, too. What? No speaka de English?” Kenny lashed out, shoving Arvo.

You couldn’t do anything, and you could feel Luke tense up next to you at the argument unfolding before you.

Arvo was silent for a few beats, then he spoke, his brows lowering. “Fuck you.”

“You fuckin’ Commie piece of shit.” Kenny punched Arvo square in the face, causing him to drop to the floor.

“Kenny!” Mike called, trying to get him to stop, but to no avail. Those two words had been enough to push Kenny over the edge. Yet Kenny didn’t stop there.

He punched Arvo again, which led to Arvo repeating his earlier words, “Fuck you…”

Kenny paused, and then blow after blow rained down on Arvo. “You mother-” Hit. “Fucker!” Another hit. “Piece of-” Again. “Shit!”

“Stop it!” Mike yelled, trying to grab Kenny, but he shoved him off, eyes crazed with fury.

Your throat burned with every ragged gasp, your body trembling like a leaf in a storm. You could barely lift your head, but you could still hear it. Kenny's fists connecting with skin and bone, the sickening thud of each punch. The crack of knuckles. Arvo’s weak grunts of pain. Mike yelling. The whole room felt like it was spinning, and all you could think was make it stop.

Luke’s arms were still tight around you, his body heat barely cutting through the ice in your bones. His jaw was clenched so tight you thought his teeth might crack. His whole body was stiff — not just from the cold, but from the fight breaking out right in front of him, one he wasn’t getting up to stop because you were still half-conscious in his lap.

Gathering what little energy you had left in your frozen, aching body, you forced out a yell that scraped your throat raw, burning from the effort. "Kenny! Stop!" you rasped, voice louder than you'd thought possible in your state. Everything halted. Kenny’s fist hung midair, his chest heaving, blood smeared across his knuckles. Everyone in the room turned toward you. Even Arvo, blood trickling from his busted lip, blinked in disbelief.

Luke pulled you tighter into his chest. “Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured into your hair. “Don’t push yourself.”

The moment Kenny’s eyes met yours — your blue lips trembling, Luke cradling you like a lifeline, your whole body shivering — his shoulders slumped. “You should be resting,” he muttered.

“I’ll rest when you stop beating the life outta a kid who’s just as scared as the rest of us,” you shot back, though your words slurred from exhaustion and the cold.

The fight drained out of Kenny in one breath. He stared for a beat, fists clenched tight at his sides. Then, finally, he turned away from Arvo with a grunt, wiping the blood from his knuckles. The room stayed tense, thick with the kind of air you could cut with a knife, but the immediate storm passed. Kenny stomped away, muttering under his breath, leaving Arvo coughing weakly on the floor, blood dotting the dusty wood. Mike crouched beside the kid, checking his face for anything too bad while Bonnie hovered awkwardly near the door like she wasn’t sure whether to check on you or stay out of it.

Jane returned then, kicking the door shut with her boot and dropping a bundle of wood on the floor. “Found enough for a fire,” she announced, voice clipped. Her eyes darted to you in Luke’s arms, and even she winced a little. “We need to move fast.”

“Yeah,” Luke breathed, his arms never leaving you. “Help me get her warmed up.”

Jane crouched by the half-busted fireplace, her hands moving quickly as she started stacking a pile of wood. Clem appeared beside her with some matches, jaw set and eyes fierce like always. Luke pressed his lips to your temple, his breath shaky. “Hang in there, baby. They’re getting the fire goin’, you hear me? You’re gonna be okay.” He said it like if he repeated it enough, it’d make it true.

You barely managed a nod, your face buried against his chest. Everything hurt. Every nerve felt raw and frozen, and your arm was still bleeding sluggishly where the ice had bit into it. But you weren’t dead, and right now, that was enough.

“Luke,” Jane called, her voice a little softer now. “Bring her closer.”

He scooped you up without hesitation, carrying you over to the flickering flames Jane and Clem were coaxing to life. “Luke… I-I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice rough and barely there.

Luke’s head snapped down. “What? What’re you apologisin’ for?”

Your teeth chattered so hard it made your whole skull vibrate, but you still forced the words out. “I didn’t listen… should’ve waited. Should’ve trusted you.”

Luke lowered himself beside the fire with you in his lap, the glow flickering against his face, warm but not nearly enough yet. He tucked you into his chest like he was trying to shield you from everything — the cold, the fear, the guilt, even yourself. “Don’t you dare apologise, Y/N,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “You were trying to survive. You did survive. That’s all that matters.”

“I almost didn’t.” You curled your fingers weakly into his shirt, clinging like he was the only solid thing left in the world.

“But you’re here,” he whispered, his breath catching, arms curling tighter around you. “You’re here with me, and I’m not lettin’ go. Not ever.” He paused, lost in thought for a few moments then spoke, “You scared the shit outta me.”

“Yeah?” you croaked with a ghost of a smirk. “You looked like you were gonna cry.”

He let out a weak, choked laugh, brushing your wet hair back from your forehead. “I still might. Don’t push your luck.”

The fire finally caught strong, casting flickering gold across the room. Clem knelt beside you, handing Luke a rag and motioning toward your arm. “You need to clean that. Fast.”

“Right,” he said, shifting you just slightly so he could get a better look. When he pulled back your sleeve, his stomach clenched at the sight. The ice had sliced deep, raw and angry against your skin. He pressed the cloth gently to it, and you hissed, fingers twitching.

“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” you breathed. “You’re better than Jane’s first aid.”

“Hey,” Jane said, without looking up from the fire, but her lips twitched. Clem cracked a small smile too, just barely. Even Bonnie let out the tiniest exhale that might’ve been a laugh, though her eyes were still on Arvo, cautious.

As Luke tended to your wound, the room slowly began to stabilise again, tense but not explosive. Kenny sat stiffly in the corner, arms crossed, clearly still stewing, but silent for now. Mike stayed by Arvo, offering quiet words you couldn’t make out. And the fire kept growing, warm enough that your fingers finally started to tingle with pain from the return of circulation.

You leaned your head against Luke’s shoulder, your breath starting to even out. “Luke…”

“Yeah?”

You reached up, fingers clumsy and shaking, and brushed your knuckles along his jaw. “You didn’t have to come after me. You could’ve fallen in too.”

“I had to,” he said instantly, like it wasn’t even a question. “I wasn’t about to stand there and let the person I love drown.”

You blinked at him slowly, your heart kicking weakly in your chest, and despite the pain, despite the cold, despite everything, a tiny smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

“You said it,” you whispered.

He frowned. “Said what?”

“You love me.”

Luke’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away, somewhat sheepish. “Well… yeah. ‘Course I do. Thought that was obvious by this point.”

You let out a soft, raspy laugh and closed your eyes for a second. “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so damn much.”

[pyrodolls]

Hello!!!

Please can I request headcanons on how twdg men would react to an injured Reader 👉👈

VARIOUS TWDG MEN X INJURED! READER HCS PT. 1

WARNINGS: spoiler free, gender neutral reader, could be read as either romantic or platonic hcs, angst to comfort i guess ?

A/N: woah hey guys... it's been a week.. oops. but hey i'm posting the requests... slowly... but it's only slow bc i'm constantly going back and changing things so i'm never really satisfied with my work smh. also if this does well i'll do the s3 and s4 men. btw i'm so sorry lee's was short idk what else to write for him.

let's say you went on a run for supplies, but it went wrong. you were attacked by walkers, and you just barely survived without getting bit.

LEE would stay calm. or at least, he'd appear calm. it was mostly for your sake, because he didn’t want you to panic. he'd seen plenty of injuries at that point, so he was quite desensitized to blood and all kinds of wounds. he was still worried about you, but he was just relieved that you were alive. after the incident, he allows you to continue going on runs and doesn’t fuss over you. he believes that you're strong enough to handle yourself. he isn't going to baby you after one little incident, but he's definitely going to start asking you if you need his help. if you say no, he'd respect that.

KENNY on the other hand, was panicked. he saw you unconscious with blood everywhere. he was the first one running over to you to find out what happened. he immediately checked for a bite, even after you reassured him that you didn’t have one. once he saw that you weren’t bitten, he was still panicked anyway. he was angry. he was desperate to find someone to blame rather than admit how terrified he was to lose you. you could've died out there. you should've been more careful. he should've been there. why wasn't he there? he should've protected you. the person with you should've prevented this. the person with you should've helped you. his anger wasn’t diminished until he saw you healed and walking around again. he masks his sadness with anger and often doesn't know how to control his emotions, but at the end of the day, he always remembers that the important thing is that you are safe. and you were never allowed to go on a run without him again.

BEN had no clue what to do. he was convinced that you were going to die. usually, he'd think a little more rationally when someone in the group is injured. he may be young, but over the course of the apocalypse, he's garnered a small bit of medical knowledge. he's aware that a simple accident isn't enough to kill someone. but when it comes to you, all logic is thrown out the window due to how much he cares about you. when he saw you bloody and weakened, he was terrified. he begged whoever was taking care of you to do their best. he stayed by your side as much as he could. he barely ate or slept until you were healed. once you were finally healed, he swore to make sure you never left his sight again. he's aware that you're stronger than him and you're capable of taking care of yourself, but he'd be damned if he lets you get injured again. he knows he isn't the strongest guy around, so there's not much he can do anyway, but after your accident, he started to get paranoid when he didn’t see or hear you after a short amount of time.

LUKE was incredibly worried when he found out you were hurt, and he rushed to carlos to make sure you were okay. he trusts carlos and he knew that you were in good hands, but he still needed to see you in order to know you were okay. once he saw that you were alive and not bitten, his worries quickly washed away. he confident that you can handle yourself, so it was just a little accident. but to be sure, he stayed by your side to tend to all of your needs and acted as your personal butler as you were healing. but there was still that nasty thought that crept into the back of his mind: the thought that you could've died. but he shook it off, not wanting to think about it. as long as you aren't alone on your runs, he isn't worried at all. he knows you can handle yourself. but if you can't, he would gladly be your knight in shining armor and take care of you.

NICK immediately spiraled when he saw you bloody and unconscious. he's lost enough of his loved ones; he can't lose you too. he paced outside the door where carlos was taking care of you, fiddling with his thumbs and being uncharacteristically quiet. the minute that carlos opened the door, nick rushed over to you and kneeled by your bed. he stared at you in silence, contemplating what he would do if you died. the others had to pull him away from you to let you rest. he was quiet for days after that. he let you rest, but he didn't leave the house at all just to make sure he was there to take care of you. he's convinced from then on that you need someone with you on runs. it's not that he thinks you're weak and you need to be protected, he just doesn't want to go through that period of depression and worry ever again. he was shattered at the thought of losing you. he's already damaged by plenty of his loved ones being killed, but your death would've been his breaking point.

[moonyflesh]

i’m tired of pretending i didn’t absolutely love him.

[theemissuniverse]

“I WALK THE LINE” JAVIER GARCIA X TOUGH FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You are the leader of The New Frontier and you’ve won the heart of both brothers but you’re only interested in the baseball player.

ADDITIONAL : So that there is no confusion, this takes place after the events of killing Joan only that then you became leader. Also Clem never got kicked out and lives with you and AJ. Mariana never died. And there’s just things that are tweaked in the story but will make sense as you read.

WARNINGS : Cursing, suggestive content, talks about religion, and maybe more

There was something about you that made you so intriguing yet utterly horrifying to Javi. Maybe it was because you acted somewhat like his brother and were in a solider mindset. Or maybe it was the way you spoke about death like you weren’t afraid of it. Maybe it was because you were so beautiful yet so deadly. Or maybe it was just you period.

Javi had met you when he came into the New Frontier seeing as you were the leader and David was your second in command. His first impression? You were hard to impress. You didn’t care about anything really other than the mission at hand but Javi saw more through you.

You caught on to the fact that Kate had feelings for him and would relentlessly joke about it to Javi which irritated him to no end. He didn’t have feelings for her. He never did. Not for his brother’s wife.

He saw how history may soon repeat because even though you were not with David romantically, it was clear he wanted to be with you romantically. Though, he would never admit it. David took pride in his reputation and him falling for you didn’t look good considering he technically already had a wife.

Javi was after all, a man at the end of the day and could tell by just looking at the two of you. The longing looks David had for you. How he would at least try to control his temper around you. How you were the only one to keep him in check.

And Javi hated it.

He just couldn’t tell if you felt the same way back and until he did so, he would keep hitting on you. Even in front of his brother.

Javi played with the ring on his finger that belonged to his father while watching you. You were looking over some papers to see about your supply chain in the doctors office alone. Javi took it as his chance to stroll over to you.

He watched you look up from your papers and down. “What do you want twenty five?”

Twenty five was the nickname that was quickly given to him while you discovered of his baseball history. He didn’t mind it though. He thought it was cute. And he thought more that you liked him. At least a little.

“I can’t come in a check on you?” Javi asked fake offended.

“I don’t need you to do that. I already have David breathing down my neck.” Javi watched as you winced and held your stomach.

You gotten a pretty bad gash on your stomach from Badger and it wasn’t looking so good. Usually David was tough around everyone but the wound was so bad that he was starting to worry.

And if David of all people was worrying than it had to be that bad.

Javi took the papers out your hand and made you sit on top of the desk. “Hey, sit down.”

You sighed in annoyance. “Not you too.”

“Hey, if the big bad wolf is worried…then it’s gotta be bad.” Javi noticed your eye roll and chuckled.

You leaned back a little. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He’s been acting weird. I can’t put my finger on it.”

Of course, Javi knew exactly what was wrong. The problem was David wanted you but he didn’t want you. He wanted you in the best possible ways but he didn’t want the baggage that would come with that.

Lucky for Javi, he didn’t mind baggage. “David isn’t used to caring about something.” Javi put it into simple terms. “Just give him a second.”

“You’re too nice to him. Because the way he treats you…if I had a sister and she did me the way he did you…she wouldn’t be breathing.”

Javi laughed. “Well…Clementine’s kinda like your sister isn’t she?”

“Well yeah. But she doesn’t tell me how much of a failure I am every second.”

That was true. For Javi, it was hard dealing with David but he had gotten so used to it that it didn’t even affect him anymore. “It’s like wired in my brain. I know he loves me he just…has a funny way of showing it.”

“Yeah. You’re telling me.”

Javi noticed that you clutched your stomach in pain again. “Let me see.”

You gave him a look. “Is this your excuse of trying to see me shirtless.”

“I would’ve came up with something better if that’s the case.”

The statement made you laugh a little and you lifted your shirt for Javi to see the scar.

It was bad. A stab to the right and it would’ve been over for you. The stitches were nicely done. “Who did these?”

“Clementine…still don’t know how she knows how to do that.”

Javi nodded in agreement. “That’s one tough kid.” His hand gently went to caress the scar. He was so glad that badger was dead.

You watched as Javi’s expression went from worry to anger. A similar expression you had seen on David. You took Javi’s hand and held it. “I’m fine. Relax. It could’ve been worse.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem. It could’ve went worse.”

“Luckily you shot him in the head huh?”

“I wish I could do it twice.”

It was moments like these you saw the similarities to Javi and David and you couldn’t help but laugh because it was something you expected from David but not Javi.

You got off from the desk and Javi helped you off. You were about to fall but Javi quickly caught you and held you close. “Careful.” He told you. “That supply chain isn’t going anywhere.”

“You know if I don’t do it, David is definitely not doing it.”

Javi chuckled and helped you stand to your feet. “That’s one thing about him. All about the action. Hates the paperwork.”

“You know what else David is gonna hate?”

Javi looked at you curiously. “What?”

You covered your mouth as sort of a playful whisper. “You banging his wife.”

Again with the joke, Javi watched you laugh as he groaned out of annoyance. You walked out the room and Javi followed in pursuit. “How many times do I have to tell you, nothing is going on between me and her.”

“Well obviously she wants you.”

“I don’t want her.”

You playfully gasped in shock to him and stopped walking making him stop. “You don’t want thee Kate Garcia?” Javi rolled his eyes. “What will the world do if they didn’t have twenty five in their life?”

You went back to walking and Javi followed in pursuit. “Hey, I had a lot of women wanting twenty five in their life thank you very much.”

“Oh yeah? Were they all offered to hitch a ride to the psych ward afterwards?”

“Oh very funny.”

“I know. I’m a true comedian really.”

Javi had never seen you this way around anyone really. You were always so cold. So negative but with him you weren’t like that.

That made him believe you two had something.

Javi walked right in front of you to stop you in your tracks. “Busy tonight?”

“Actually, I was totally looking forward to my nail and hair appointment.” You said sarcastically. “Ooh! Or maybe go sight seeing with walkers!”

“Taking that as a no…” He trailed off before speaking again. “I need help with the count on food for next week.”

“Oh and you’re just so helpless that you need me?”

“Exactly.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before nodding. “Sure. I guess.”

You went to take another step but the sudden pain pinched at your gut and you clutched your stomach. Javi immediately held you by the waist and brought you closer. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

Javi knew you weren’t fond of touch but you never seemed to mind when he held you.

The two of you heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Javi was about to remove his hands from your waist but you placed your hands on top of his, keeping them firm in place.

The person stopped in their tracks and you two recognized it was David.

He gave the two of you a look of disgust before looking at his brother in anger. “What the hell is going on?”

“Nothing.” You stated calmly. “Just slight pain.”

David immediately walked over to you and grabbed the papers in your hand. He looked at them before getting annoyed. “I told you I would do this.”

“You’re not going to do it the correct way.” You told him.

“Yes I will.” He looked over at Javi. “What are you doing here?”

Javi, knowing the reason why David was being like this, rolled his eyes at him. “Just helping, (Y/N). Relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax.” When David said that, you gave him a good hard smack on his chest.

“Shut up, you idiot. You’re so annoying sometimes.”

Javi watched as David took a deep breath in and out. He noticed his brother was trying to control his temper and it was working. Once again, he controlled his anger for you.

“Look, come on. I’ll help you.” He practically pushed Javi off of you and held onto your waist as you started walking away.

“You’re being ridiculous.” You grumbled.

“I’m not being ridiculous. You are.”

Javi sighed slightly watching him walk away with you but he wasn’t worried. Not even in the slightest.

When Javi turned around, he jumped back a little. He wasn’t expecting for Clementine to be there. “Ay’ dios mio, do you always sneak up behind people?”

“I wasn’t sneaking.” Clementine defended. “I was going to talk to (Y/N) but I see your brother already hauled her off somewhere.”

“Yeah.” Javi crossed his arms. “He hasn’t let her breathe ever since…”

Clementine nodded. “I think it’s because he’s mad.”

“Mad?” Javi questioned. “Why would he be mad?”

“Mad at you.”

“Me? What did I do?…This time?”

Clementine smiled slightly before shaking her head. “You saved her. I think David wanted to be the one that was there.”

It made sense in some way but Javi still couldn’t understand. You were safe now. Why did it matter? “But she’s alive? Shouldn’t that be all that matters?”

“Not if it’s you involved.” Clementine walked over to the window and Javi followed her. There, they watched as David sat you down in a chair. “I’m not blind. I know he likes her. And I know you like her too.”

Javi wasn’t going to deny it. Especially because Clementine was already a smart kid. “You think it’s not worth it?”

“I think if you love someone, anything is worth it.” She said. “But is it worth losing your brother?”

David already lost Kate because of Javi. Was it fair he’d lose you to? Because of him?

This wasn’t fair. He didn’t ask to have feelings for you. They were just there. And he definitely didn’t ask for Kate to have feelings for him which David didn’t even know that he was the real reason they weren’t together anymore.

But you were worth everything.

When the stars shined in the sky, Javi put on his jersey and opened the door to walk out of his room. What he didn’t expect was to see Kate standing right there. “Oh…hey, Kate.”

Ever since Kate confessed her feelings for Javi and he rejected her, Javi felt it was best to keep his distance. If she was any other woman than it wouldn’t have been a problem. But she wasn’t just any woman. She was his brother’s wife.

“I was going to knock…where are you going?”

He really didn’t feel like getting into an argument with her as you and Kate did not get along but he also wasn’t one to lie. “Going to count the food supply with (Y/N).”

Kate scoffed. “She can’t do it herself?”

Javi suppressed an eye roll. He stepped out the room making her take a step back and closed the door before walking. “You know it’s my job right?”

“That doesn’t mean she needs to be with you. God it’s like ever since she got hurt you and David…”

“Hey I’ve been letting her do her own thing. David is the one that’s not letting her breathe.”

“It’s like he likes her or something…”

Javi caught the attitude in her voice. He wasn’t fond of David liking you either. Well that was because of his own feelings but why did Kate have a problem with it. “Does it matter? You broke up with him.”

He watched as Kate’s head went down in shame and she sighed. “Yeah. Look how that turned out.”

That made Javi stop in his tracks. He turned around and faced Kate, also making her stop. “Listen, I’m sorry how things turned out and I don’t mean to sound harsh but you got to let it go.”

“Let it go? You’re telling me to let my feelings go?”

“Yes. It’s wrong and I don’t want to be any part of it when David finds out the real reason you broke it off with him.”

Kate grabbed Javi’s hands and brought them to her. “So you’re saying if David wasn’t your brother you would be with me?”

Javi shook his head and took his hands back from her. “No Kate. Brother or not, I don’t feel anything for you. I care about you but I don’t love you. I’m sorry.”

Before Kate could get out a response, Javi’s radio started to sound like static. And then he heard your voice over it. “Twenty five. You ready?”

Javi grabbed his radio and pressed the button to speak. “Yeah. Where you want me to meet you at?”

“Just meet me at the warehouse. Also I like roses.”

Javi smiled knowing you were half joking. “Copy that.” He placed the radio on his belt and when he looked up, he saw Kate had an angry expression. “What?”

“You’re in love with her? Are you serious?”

“Kate…” Javi sighed out. “I’m not having this discussion with you.”

When Kate looked into his eyes all she saw was someone that didn’t care about her. “Unbelievable…” She mumbled before turning around and walking away.

“It’s like I’m in high school all over again.” Javi said to himself.

It didn’t matter if you were half joking, Javi still picked you out the prettiest rose from the garden you all were growing.

You were in the warehouse already counting the food while sitting on the ground. You had the burden of being leader ever since they took down Joan and the others which meant the responsibility of everyone fell on you.

Javi could tell you were stressed but you were good at not showing it. That’s what he loved about you. About how big your heart was despite you trying to act otherwise.

He walked over towards you and held out the rose. “This wasn’t my ideal date.”

You looked up and were surprised that he had gotten you a rose. You took it before looking up at him. “What was then?”

“You know…” Javi sat in front of you and grabbed one of the clipboards. “Dinner and a night out. Not being inside counting our dinner.”

You chuckled a little before resuming your count. “You know I don’t really miss how the world used to be.”

Javi raised a brow at this. “Why? What could be worse than people trying to eat you?”

“At least they can’t control them being monsters. But us…we can control that.”

Javi got what you were hinting towards. “Yeah, that’s true.”

You hit your pen on your clipboard, deep in thought. “Do you believe in God, Javi?”

“Yes…but I can see why someone wouldn’t.”

You nodded at his opinion. “I never did. Everyone always told me that God was always watching me…then why did he watch me as my father beat me? Or when my mother lit her cigarette on me? Or when my Uncle John forced me to drink liquor? Or when my cousin Rob killed my cat? Why did he always just watch and never do anything?”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m in my old life or this life…either way…it sucks both ways. Mind as well take the one that sucks less.”

Javi wasn’t surprised to hear what happened in your life only because it explained why you were the tough woman you are now.

He knew what you felt about sympathy and he knew you despised grievance so he took another approach. “Maybe God wanted you to suffer.”

At that, you looked at him, extremely confused but laughing. “What?”

Javi laughed with you. “Yeah, maybe he picked you because he specifically hated you and wanted you to suffer the most.”

You laughed hysterically and hit him with your clipboard. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious. He’s probably looking down right now and thinking, ‘damn I probably didn’t do enough.”

“You’re so stupid.” You said with a laugh.

Getting you to smile was one of the best things Javi could accomplish. You smiled like you were the happiest person in the world.

“I wish David could be like this. He’s too serious.”

When you said that, Javi decided to rip the bandaid off. “That’s because he’s in love with you.”

When he had said that, you looked up to him completely shocked. “What? No he isn’t…”

Javi nodded to confirm. “Yeah, he is. Come on, (Y/N). You’re the only person besides his kids that he checks up on constantly. Always worrying. The overbearing protectiveness. I mean he obviously has some feelings for you.”

You never really thought about it but now that you were, it was strange the way David would act around you. So strange it could come off as he had feelings for you.

You groaned and rubbed your temples in annoyance. “Oh no…”

Javi laughed as he had not expected that reaction. “What? You don’t like my brother?”

“Please. David is not anywhere near my type.”

“So what is your type?”

You saw how eager Javi was to know which made you thump his head with your thumb. “Not you.”

Though you were lying. Although Javi maybe wasn’t your ideal type, you sure wouldn’t complain if you had rode into the sunset with him. He was smart, handsome, emotionally intelligent while also having a sense of humor.

Javi looked back to his clipboard. “How do you want me to do the rations this week.”

“I say we stop doing those. They already get 3 meals a day without labor. A lot of them aren’t seeing the use of even working. If they want any extra food, they have to work harder. We’re giving out food and wasting it when we really don’t have to.”

Javi nodded. “That makes sense…how do you think David will feel about it though?”

“Not great when he finds out the rules also apply to his kids.” You say. “Look I love Mariana and Gabe but they’re old enough not to get any special treatment. The only one that is getting any special treatment is AJ and that’s only because he’s still a toddler.”

“Hey, I got your back if he says anything.”

“He shouldn’t. It was his stupid idea for me to be leader anyway.”

Javi hated when you spoke badly about yourself. After all the hard things you had to do, you didn’t deserve that. He gently grabbed your hand which made you look at him. “It wasn’t stupid. You’re a great leader. You’re the only one willing to make the hard calls.”

You sighed a little. “That’s what I hate about this. Help me up.”

Javi stood up on his feet first. Then he helped you slowly get up. You were groaning in pain. “I can get a wheelchair from the hospital you know?”

You hit his shoulder lightly. “Stop talking stupid.”

You tried to walk but the minute you did, your legs gave out from the pain. Luckily Javi was fast and caught you before you fell. “You are so stubborn.” He said to you.

He handed you his clipboard. You looked at him confused but took it. He then picked you up bridal style.

“Javi!” You gasped out in shock.

“Which way?” Javi asked, ignoring your shout.

You shook your head before pointing. “To the left…by the way you’re aren’t cool for doing this.”

“I think I’m very cool.”

The next day, Javi made sure to prepare himself. He was going to confess his feelings for you. He honestly didn’t think it would go bad. Whether you accepted him or rejected him, he wasn’t like Kate or David. If all he could do was be your friend then he would be just that.

It was early in the morning. Breakfast time which meant the community was in the dining hall eating.

He knew that usually at this time you were in your office by yourself so he made his way towards the room.

The door was wide open and there he saw David. It appeared to be that the two of you were arguing.

“My kids need food, (Y/N) and are used to eating the rations. Making the rule apply to them won’t help anything.”

“I hate to break it to you David, but they are not kids anymore. Far from it. If the people figure out you and your family get special treatment then I’m the one that gets all the angry people in this group at me. Not you, me.”

“This is stupid!”

Javi decided to make himself known. He walked into the office while looking at his brother. “David, Mariana and Gabe are both capable of going without the rations. They gotta work for it like everyone else.“

David turned to his brother in pure anger. He shoved Javi in the chest. “Stay out of it.”

You pushed yourself in between the two and faced David. “You just don’t want him in it because he’s the only one on my side.”

“I don’t want him involved because last time I checked, I was your second in command - not him. What the hell do you care for anyway? He’s pretty much useless.”

Javi wasn’t fazed at all by David’s comment as he was used to his behavior. You didn’t like it. Not at all. Javi saw your expression turn sad. You took a couple steps back from David. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be second in command anymore should you?”

David’s eyes widened at this. “Wait no. Come on, (Y/N). You don’t mean that.”

“Everywhere I go, you’re breathing over my shoulder and you’re suffocating me. And then the way you treat your brother just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

“I don’t treat him like anything! I-“

David went to grab your hands but you quickly pushed them away and continued your rant. “And then you’re always mad all the time. Mad at me.”

“I’m mad at you because I love you.”

Silence. Neither Javi nor you were expecting that. You didn’t even think David himself was expecting himself to say that. Javi was just thinking if he should just walk out the the room slowly and leave the two of your alone at this point.

“I don’t love you.”

Javi saw the expression on David’s face. It was hurt. A hurt he had never seen on his face. The type of hurt that was heart breaking. If David was capable of tears, Javi bet that David would be crying by now.

David held his head down as he walked out the office. You waited until he was completely gone before shutting the office door.

“That was…rough…” Javi said breaking the silence.

You sighed, rubbing your head. You felt a headache come in quick. “I can’t keep doing this with him. Walking on eggshells at every turn. I mean I know I’m not the best with emotions but at least I don’t spaze out on people every five minutes. It’s just…too much.”

It was pretty hard having a brother like David but Javi always made sure to not give into the hate and always have hope for him. “His brain isn’t wired how ours is. It’s like…you’re driving at 30 miles per hour. All the time. You’re safe and cautious of your surroundings. With him? He’s driving at 90. Full foot on the gas and not even bothering to hit the break…until he’s about to crash…and then it’s too late.”

You looked at Javi curiously. “Why do you do that? Your brother treats you like shit every single day and you defend him without blinking an eye.”

Javi walked over towards you before leaning on your desk right next to you. “Because…it’s just not worth it. Him being mad at me…me being mad at him…it’s a never ending cycle and I don’t want to partake in any of that.”

You nodded at him before sitting on top of your desk. “I don’t ever miss the old world exactly. I just missed what we could do in it….like eat a pizza, or go laser tagging, or watch tv…or get married…”

When you mentioned the last part, Javi turned to look at you interested. “Married? You wanted that?”

“I know it sounds corny but…I wanted a marriage and a kid…I wanted to have a family because well…I didn’t quite get that during my childhood.”

It made Javi a little upset that all the things you wished for, you couldn’t have because of the apocalypse. But then again, he was sort of glad this all happened because he probably wouldn’t have met you.

Javi looked at the ring on his finger before taking it off. He stood directly in front of you, grabbing your left hand. “I always thought that the marriage thing was for my brother.” You watched as he carefully slid the ring on your ring finger. “But I guess when you really love someone, the idea to you isn’t so crazy.”

You caught on to his confession and you were surprised. Javi chuckled at your surprise but didn’t take it as rejection. “Oh come on, mi amor. You had to of known I at least liked you a little.”

He didn’t wait for your response. He leaned down and kissed you. When Javi kissed you, you felt safe. Like it was home.

You brought your hand to cup the back of his neck. He kissed you lovingly. Like he had loved you for a century.

His lips were like cotton candy. Soft and delicious. His hands were rough but felt so good going along your thigh.

Javi moaned in your mouth when you gripped his hair. He felt your other hand reach the belt of his pants and when he felt that you were about to undo it, he stopped.

He placed his hand over yours while resting his forehead on yours. “You still haven’t healed yet.” He said, reminding you of your wound on your stomach.

You giggled. “What? Are you trying to say that thing can hurt me?”

“Maybe…” Javi gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before sighing. “David is going to be so pissed at me.”

You made Javi look you in the eye. “Stop worrying about what he wants. Worry about what you want.”

Javi always put everything he’d ever wanted to the side because of his brother’s jealousy and insecurities. He was done doing that. He didn’t want to keep living the life of pleasing him.

He just wanted you.

“How do we tell him?”

You shrugged. “It’s not ours to tell. You don’t owe him anything, Javi.”

Javi felt you press your lips onto his and suddenly he was back to his safe home.

The only thing was that the blinds to the window was opened and someone saw the two of you.

It took a lot for David to be heartbroken. He was a strong man. Not just physically but emotionally. He barely felt sadness. Just anger but he was tired of feeling it.

He should’ve known you didn’t feel the same way. Why would you? He was the guy always mad at the world. Who would want to be with someone like that? It was the reason Kate left.

First his first wife, then Kate, and now you.

He couldn’t catch a break.

David couldn’t sleep as the guilt was surfacing. Everyone he did or has ever done just wasn’t washing away. Not this time.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, just staring off with his thoughts.

That was until there was a knock on the door.

David peaked up from his seat. It had to of been ten at night. Who would come to him at the ungodly hour? Maybe you?

He stood before walking over to the door. He opened it and there he saw Kate. Someone he hadn’t expected.

“Kate…are you okay? Why are you here so late?”

Kate looked the same. Heartbroken as well but he couldn’t really put a finger on why she was. She didn’t give him another word before pushing herself inside his house.

“Okay…” David closed the door to his house and looked back at Kate who had her back turned to him. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He heard her breathe in and out like she was trying not to cry. “I need to tell you the truth. The reason why I actually broke things off.”

“The truth?” David was confused. Was what she told him before not the truth? “Why are you just now telling me?”

“Because you need to know. You deserve it.”

There was something about her voice that made it seem like she was more so doing it for her and not him but regardless it was late at night and he couldn’t care less. “Kate it’s done and over with. Whatever it was…I don’t even care anymore.”

“It’s Javi.”

It was like she knew that would spark his attention. His eyes widened and he took steps towards her. “What do you mean by that?”

Kate sighed and turned to face him. “When me and him were on the road with the kids for so long…I really saw a different side to him. Not the same one obsessed with gambling and laying on your couch hoping for the next bag of money to roll in. I saw someone who was brave, and protective, and over all one of the best people I’ve ever met. I fell in love with him.”

David bit his lip. The same way he tried to control his temper with you, he was trying to control it now. “What? My brother? Are you serious Kate?!”

“I know…I know…it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t feel the same way. It’s just…I thought you should know.”

David cared but only a little. He wasn’t in love with Kate anymore. There wasn’t really anything for him to be mad at. “I can’t believe this..”

Kate looked into his eyes before stepping forward. “There’s something else…I know you care about, (Y/N).” Before David could get in a word, Kate held her hand up. “Let me finish. I know you do…but there’s something you should know so you don’t get caught off guard…I saw her and Javi kissing. I think they’re together now.”

David stood there, completely in shock. He would have never imagined it’d be you. That you’d fall for a guy like Javi. A guy that was his brother.

He couldn’t imagine Javi even having any feelings for you. He was just in shock.

Kate knew him too well and knew what was coming next. “I just thought you should know…” She opened the door to the house before leaving, closing it behind her.

It was at that point David grabbed a vase and smashed it into the wall.

There was no controlling his temper anymore. Not even you.

A/N : part 2???

[v4mpvelocity]

Lo$er Lover

pairing: Mitch x Female Reader

This will contain SMUT so MDNI

A/N i’m sorry about this taking so long i’ve been EXTREMELY burned out due to working but i’m back!

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, p in v sex, slight overstimulation

Ever since you arrived at Ericson's Boarding School for Troubled Youth, Mitch and you have had some sort of beef between the two of you. You arrived just a few weeks before Clementine and AJ had, Marlon had found you just near the safe zone. Beaten and tired, but alive. He had brought you back to the school and provided you with food, shelter and a place to call home, all he wanted in return was you give back and provide for the school. Earn your keep is what he said, which you had been, you took up as many hunting and fishing jobs as possible, night watch jobs, everything. Although for one person in particular, your all still wasn't enough.

You'd always been on your own ever since the start of the apocalypse, you've had people come and go throughout your life for various reasons but you've always ended up alone. It's what you were used to, you've always been told that groups never last, that you should always keep moving, but you yearned for a place to call home. Now you had one, and you were determined to keep it and the people inside safe. You couldn't end up alone again.

It was the middle of winter, you walked outside, the cold air instantly assaulting your skin causing a slight flush to form. Winter was harsh, the lack of food causing tensions to rise more than they already had. The place that was once united felt like a warzone, everyone at each other's throats constantly. You were worried that if things didn't begin to pick up soon for the better, that this whole community would come crashing down, then you'd be left to fend for yourself again.

The courtyard was covered in a layer of snow, the white blanket decorating the nature surrounding the school causing it to look almost ethereal. Moments like this made you wonder what it would be like if you didn't live in a world of chaos. Terrorized daily by flesh eating monsters, death around every corner. The chance of starvation or freezing to death seeming almost normal. The world as you knew it was gone, long gone, but that didn't stop you from reminiscing. Thinking about everything that could be, so close in mind yet so far away.

The cold air nipped at your skin, the reminder that instead of being able to stay inside the warmth and security of your dorm room, you had to go and retrieve supplies from the greenhouse. If it were you going on your own you wouldn't mind so much, a quick in and out job no complaints no fuss, just get it over and done with, right? wrong. Marlon insisted you take somebody with you claiming that it wasn't safe which to some extent he was correct, but you could handle your own. Now that wasn't the issue, the issue was that instead of Marlon coming himself, he insisted that Mitch come with you. Even hearing his name made you want to punch a wall. You’ve tried to get along with him, but he hates your guts for some apparent reason, not sure what you’ve done to him, but each to their own.

You stood near the large gates, waiting for Mitch to show up, even he even will. A part of you wishes he didn't show up so you wouldn't have to put up with his complaining or his stupid knife tricks. You heard footsteps approaching and looked up to meet eyes with him. His emerald orbs bore into your own. A slight flush sprinkled upon his face due to the cold of the weather, contrasting his pale complexion. His shaggy brown locks looked so perfectly messy, god he was hot there was no denying that but he was such a dick.

'You ready to go?' You said, stuffing your hands into your pockets. Trying to seek as much warmth as possible, moments like this making you wish gloves were as accessible as they were previous to the outbreak. You just had to make do with what you had until you came across something during a supply run, but knowing your luck that would be very unlikely.

Mitch replied with a grunt, to be honest you expected nothing less and nothing more. You were convinced that Mitch was a moody bastard through and through, or maybe it was just his immense hatred that he seemed to have for you. For a reason of which you had no clue, maybe you said something he didn't like when you first arrived, and he's taken it to heart and for some reason has to stay petty about it. For whatever reason it was, you couldn't care less, at least that's what you told yourself, but it always lingered in the back of your mind, what could you have done?

The walk to the greenhouse was quiet, only sounds being the snow crunching beneath your feet and the distant sounds of birds calling out to each other. The wind whistling in your ears, a stinging sensation tingling at the tips of your ears due to the cold wind. You looked behind you, Mitch was lacking behind, hand stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, eyes on the ground. You reached the greenhouse, windows condensed with fog making you unable to see anything on the inside.

‘Glass is all fogged up’ Mitch said, trying to wipe the windows as if it would help.

‘Yeah-probably because of the frost,’ You replied biting back a snarky remark , to be honest you were surprised that he hadn’t bit your head off yet. Normally he couldn’t stand even being in the same vicinity, shouldn’t jinx yourself yet though. Thankfully whoever was here previously left the door unlocked, so you didn’t have to try and force your way inside and have to spend even more time in the cold than preferred, sitting around trying to find a way inside.

‘So you guys used to use this place as an actual science lab or?’ You asked looking around, you had only ever been in here a few times and even then it was only a brief in and out type of thing. Various science equipment were dotted around the tables, flasks with strange liquids in, Bunsen burners, all the usual stuff that you would have in a science lab, and obviously gardening supplies for the greenhouse, granted they were incredibly rusty. It was crazy to think this place was actually a functioning school before the world went to shit, you wondered what it would have been like to live here.

You were only young when this whole thing started, all of you were. You had been homeschooled, never having the experience of being in an actual school so this was all fascination, even if it was no longer a in use. You couldn't spend time reminiscing of what could have been, you needed to keep you head in the right place and focus on the current moment and trying to stay alive, but with danger and death lurking around every corner, waiting for you to let your guard down so it could strike, it was hard.

‘Well duh, dumbass’ Mitch replied muttering the last part, cocky little shit, but you wouldn’t let it get to you. You just wanted to get it over and done with so you could get back to your dorm and be in the warmth of your bed without any interruptions.

‘Alright sorry…..damn’ You muttered, normally you would have bitten back with your own reply but you expected nothing else from Mitch. It’s like he was always automatically argumentative no matter how nice you were to him or how much you tried to get along with him, it was useless. He was the same grumpy bastard day in and day out, or maybe you were the issue, but who knows.

The greenhouse was musty, dust decorating every surface, cobwebs covering every corner and crevice. You got the list that Marlon gave you out of your pocket, fertilizer, propane. Should be pretty easy to find right? Well, thats if Mitch actually decided to help this time instead of sit around and make you do all the work. The place was run down, years of neglect clearly having taken their toll. You wondered when the last time someone was in here was, had to of been a while considering of the condition of the place.

‘So are you going to help this time or?’ You said, looking through the cupboards and storage units for the supplies on the list. Sifting through the various objects to try and find whatever Marlon had put on the list, god knows what he needs them for this time.

Mitch replied with a low hum, still leaving you unsure of if your going to be the one doing all the work, in reality you should of expected it but it still got on your nerves to some degree. You were humming a tune to yourself quietly, anything to erase the awkward silence that lingered in the air. A coping mechanism for whenever you felt uncomfortable, it brought you a sense of comfort.

'Can you shut the fuck up' Mitch snapped. 'Its bad enough having to actually be paired with you, stop making it even fucking worse,' He said, narrowing his eyes and taking a step towards you, finger pointed at you, god you just wanted to fucking bite his finger off. Squaring his shoulders and puffing his chest out as if to try and intimidate you, this asshole didnt scare you.

'God why the fuck are you such a dick I’ve done nothing but be fucking nice to you and you just have to act like a stuck-up little bitch?!' You exclaimed, you were sick of his bullshit, always fucking being such a stuck-up little bitch for no reason. You were sick of trying to get along with him just for your efforts to be thrown back into your face.

'Ever think that your fucking annoying?! All you ever do is just fucking bitch and whine, don't be so offended just because I don't put up with your bullshit' He spat back, his face flushed with anger spurred by the growing tension of the room. Scowl plastering his face, eyes narrowed.

‘What the fuck is your issue!? Stop being such a moody piece of shit!’ You exclaimed, god he really got on your nerves, normally you would try and go about things a much calmer and civil way but he seriously just tipped you over the edge this time. You regretted letting him rile you up so much but you needed to put this motherfucker in his place.

He slammed you against the wall using his bodyweight and strength as an advantage to keep you there, his unwavering grip making you unable to escape from his grasp leaving you powerless against him. You gripped his wrist, staring into his eyes, the sound of the room filled with heavy breathing. Your mind was racing with different outcomes, what if he just killed you here, I mean it seemed he hated you to the point where you wouldn't be surprised if he did. The tension was thick, suffocatingly thick. Before you could even register what was going on you felt his lips crash against yours, eyes widening in surprise. Your body stiffened as it took a moment for you to register what was happening.

His chapped lips pressed against your own, hands and body pressing up against yours even more if that was even possible. It was a spur of the moment situation, minds clouded by frustration and teenage hormones. Your eyes eventually closed and you kissed him back with the same vigor as he kissed you with. His calloused hands digging into your wrists, there was bound to be marks afterwards

The kiss was hot and sloppy, the intensity making you head feel like it was spinning. The temperature of the room seemingly increasing with every second, heat rising to both of your faces. The room was filled with the sound of lips meeting and heaving breaths. Saliva mixing together, spit covering your guy's lips and dribbling down both of your chins.

Hands scrambling to find something to grip onto as if an attempt to ground yourselves, gripping at shirts and jackets. God if he wasn't so fucking hot you would of beat his ass already, but you couldn't help but respond with the same passion that he was providing. If someone were to walk in right now you two would be done for, ridiculed and humiliated for weeks on end by the others but in the moment neither of you could care.

You both pulled away to breathe, the lack of oxygen making you dazed even more than you currently were. No words were spoken yet you both understood what the other were thinking, it was chaotic, messy, far from what your used to but exactly what you need. You both dove back in, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance as you both began attempting to tug each others clothes off. Breaking your locked lips only to remove your jackets and shirts.

Mitch picked you up, strong hands gripping the back of your thighs as he lays you down on the counter. Hastily unzipping your jeans and tugging them down along with your underwear, his fingers skilled from many days spent creating explosives and carving various weapons from scratch, the same fingers that were now running themselves throughout your wetness. Gathering your arousal on his fingers, other hand gripped the back of your head pulling you closer.

Fingertips prodding at your entrance, two of his long-crooked finger slipping inside you with ease, thanks to purely just how turned on you were. Letting a soft moan into Mitch's mouth as he crooked them to brush against a sweet spot, your gummy walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers. Pumping in and out of you at a vigorous pace, pressure in your lower abdomen increasing as you could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. He removed his fingers from your gummy walls and broke the kiss. Pussy oozing with slick arousal, coating you folds, glistening under the light seeping in from the windows.

His kisses descending down your neck, nipping at the skin leaving marks that were sure to darken into hickeys. Groping your breasts through your bra as he left kisses along your cleavage. His soft lips brushing against your delicate skin with hot open-mouthed kisses, coating your velvety breasts with his saliva, dripping down the valley between your breasts ,savoring every inch of your body.

‘Taste so good' He mumbled against your skin, biting and then soothing with a flick of his tongue. Hands gripping your waist, the size difference between you two evident, making your pussy throb at the sight of his strong hands, veins bulging from the skin. Your hand gripped his hair as he indulged in your soft skin, saliva coating your complexion.

He began to strip himself of his clothes, his toned figure sculpted perfectly, abs and v-line prominent, his frame built from years of hard labour that was brought with living in a world where death is around every corner. Biceps and shoulders proportionate to his frame making him look as if he was handmade by the gods himself, god he’s so fucking hot. Freckles dusted his arms similar to his face

Mitch stripped himself of his jeans, bulge pressed against the thin fabric of his boxers. You could tell he was huge without him even removing his underwear, thick and long. It looked like it could split you in half, or it could try, this wasn’t the first time you have ever had sex but, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had.

‘You sure you want this?’ Mitch said softly, emerald eyes glistening from the sun, like a star in the night sky. Despite his cock behaviour previously, he was different now, his calmed demeanour dampening your nerves slightly. A soothing balm over an open would, washing away any doubts or worries plaguing your mind, nagging and drilling your thoughts.

‘Yeah, i do….’ You replied, cold air hitting your pussy as he pulls you closer. Your fingers digging into his skin, slick with sweat from the humidity and heat of the greenhouse mixed alongside the intensity of the situation you were in. Your pussy drooling and begging for friction, your arousal coating your thighs with the slick creamy substance.

Mitch pulls his boxers down, thick cock sprinting free. He’s huge just as you anticipated and mouth-wateringly thick. Tip flushed an angry red as pre-cum dribbled from the slit, veins dotted along his rigid length. Pulsing with a need that was unexplainable, yet you felt it all yourself, dying for him to just be inside you already and stretch you deliciously as you knew he would. He pressed the tip against your entrance before dragging it through your soaked folds, tip rubbing against your needy clit.

Pleasure shooting through your body as you let out a small whine, your pussy clenching around air, wanting nothing more for him to just fuck you already. As if he could read your mind, he pressed his tip into your wet entrance, groaning at the feeling of your walls gripping him and sucking him in needily. You let out a breathless moan, the stretch painful yet just what you were craving all at once. You felt as if he were splitting you in half.

‘Shit your so…fuckkk….your so tight’ He mumbled into the crook of your neck, cock pulsing with need. Ready to paint your walls with his sticky cum before you’ve even started.

He slipped in with ease, thanks to how embarrassingly wet you were from him. He took a moment to let you adjust, the struggle to hold back clear in his expression, he wanted nothing more to just pound your tight little pussy. He felt you buck your hips against him, if he didn’t move soon you felt as if you were going to explode. You were so fucking needy it was almost pathetic but you didn’t care, al you cared about was how thick Mitchs cock was, reminding you of how much he was stretching you with every throb and pulse.

He began to move, pulling out until it was just the tip before slamming back in again, balls deep into your greedy hole. He sped up the pace, you were an absolutely mess, clawing to grab at his shoulders, biceps, anything you could at an attempt to ground yourself. His thick head kissing your cervix with everything thrust, gummy walls contracting around him. You were a mess, a flushed whiny mess.

‘Feel good hmm…yeahh…’ Mitch said into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple. All you could do was let out a whine, too cockdrunk to think nevermind respond. He pulled you into a sloppy kiss, raw and passionate while his cock continued pounding into your pussy. The sound of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the room, mingling with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked hole. shlck shlck shlck.

The pressure in your stomach was borderline unbearable, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. You knew Mitch was close aswell as you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you.

‘m’gonna cum baby-fuck…where you want it’ Mitch said before letting out a noise which was a mix of a grunt and a moan. You didn’t respond, you felt high but not on drugs. High on the pure passion of the encounter; head spinning and eyes glazed over with tears of overstimulation.

Mitch roughly grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes.

‘i said where do you want it baby-or should i just cum in this tight little pussy hm?’ He said roughly, fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks as his cock ruined your insides.

All you could do was give him a weak nod, you wanted nothing more than for him to cum inside you, wether it was the intense pleasure clouding your logical thinking or just the raw passion of the moment.

You gripped his shoulders as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, letting out a pornographic moan as your juices gushed around Mitchs cock, hole gripping him like a vice as he assisted you in riding out your orgasm, like a dam that was broken.

‘Fuck that’s it-fuck yeah’ He said, hissing at the feeling of your pussy clenching his cock so deliciously.

After the remnants of your orgasm faded, the slight tinge of overstimulation began to grow. The line between pain and pleasure quickly blurring as one. Mitchs orgasm finally hit him, with one powerful thrust he let out a whined groan, hips sputtering as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you coating your walls with his thick release. His head dropped on your shoulder, heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He pulled out with a soft pop, his cum dripping from your well-used hole, covering your thighs. Mitch pulled back and pressed a kiss to your temple before grabbing a rag that was on the side and gently cleaning your puffy folds.

‘Was it…good?’ He said, a hint of wavering confidence in his voice, as if he was unsure of his abilities after just giving you one of the most mind blowing orgasms of your life.

‘It was good…really good’ You replied smiling, hand cupping his cheek as you stared into eachothers eyes, post nut clarity present in the moment, both savouring the afterglow.

‘Listen (y/n) I….i’m sorry for how i treated you…i really am it’s just-fuck…’ He said trailing off and rubbing his face with his hands, he seemed almost hesitant.

‘What is it? you can tell me’ You comforted, placing a hand on his shoulder, skin slick with sweat under the palm of your hand.

‘I really like you-like a lot a lot….and i….i…yeah’ He rambled out, words almost mixing all in one, luckily it was coherent enough to gather what he was trying to say. His face was flushed with embarrassment, the pink of his cheeks contrasting against his freckles complexion.

‘Me too….i have for a while actually’ You admitted, feeling almost embarrassed eventhough you knew he liked you back. His head snapped up at that.

‘Really?’ He said in disbelief, eyes glimmering with happiness and hope.

You nodded, he embraced you with an almost bone crushing hug, felt as if he would crush you if you didn’t usher him off to get his clothes back on. You both got dressed again and made yourselves somewhat presentable before walking out of the greenhouse, without the items Marlon asked you collect but with a new reason for life, Marlon can save the shouting for later. For now you just wanted to sit back and bask in your newly bloomed relationship.

[0phiana0]

Twdg Season 4 Characters reacting to reader that has unnatural colored hair!

Characters included are MARLON, LOUIS, CLEMENTINE, AASIM AND VIOLET!!!

Marlon

When he first saw you stumbling across the border of the safe zone your hair was the first thing he noticed

Having pink or purple hair normally wouldn’t be weird but in the apocalypse it really did stand out

I mean where are you finding the hair dye???

The entire first week you’d stayed at the school he longingly just stared at it

From somebody else’s standpoint he might of looked like a total pervert but no he was just really interested in your hair

He doesn’t have an issue with it although he is pushing for you to dye it natural

Not because he doesn’t like it but because he doesn’t want you standing out

He couldn’t handle letting you get captured by raiders

He cares about you too much to lose you (fuck minnie and sophie though lmao)

Despite him being cautious, he really does like your hair

It kind of gives off punk vibes and he definitely digs that (not in that way sillies)

Bonus points if it’s red!

Louis

Louis LOVES your hair and I mean loves it

It’s so colorful and different!

If your hair has several colors he’ll trace his fingers through your hair and try to separate the colors (he doesn’t even notice)

On occasions you say something stupid in front of him he’ll joke about how the hair dye is seeping into your brain

He’d recommend other colors and hair styles that he’d think you’d rock

Once you do eventually run out of hair dye… (crazy how you managed to get so much in the apocalypse) he might secretly go past the safe zone

He knows that there’s around a .5 percent chance any hair dye expired or not is nearby but he just loves you sooo much!

If Marlon catches him he’s definitely getting watch duty for the next two weeks

Clementine

She thinks it’s awesome

Like really fricking awesome

She’s been cutting her hair ever since Lee told her too and your hair kinda makes her miss how long her own used to be before she was forced to cut it

She likes doing tiny braids in it

When she was younger she used to watch superhero cartoons a lot and your hair kinda reminds her of the female characters (which gives her a strong sense of nostalgia)

It’s not just her that likes it though

AJ is mind blown

He loves it so much

He’s never seen anyone with hair that wasn’t natural

If you stop dying it he definitely won’t talk to you for a couple days

Aasim

When you first met Aasim he was sorta cautious of you

Aasim doesn’t try to stand out

He’s okay with observing and watching his environment

While your hair has the opposite effect

You are most definitely going to stand out

At first he didn’t talk to you and just watched you silently

That was until you were both assigned hunting duty so you had to make small talk and you ended up having a lot in common

Since then you’ve been close

He likes your hair but like Marlon he does push you to dye it back to your natural hair color

He thinks it’s kinda dumb how you dyed it in the first place

He’s just concerned for your safety and doesn’t want you getting hurt

Violet

Violet tried so hard not to like it

She had to make herself focus to try to not look at it whenever you too conversed

She isn’t the type to give compliments okay?

Once she subtly talks about how much she really does like it you offer to do hers

She was really excited

Like really excited

So excited that Louis had asked what you’d done to her

You both talked about different colors and styles that you could do to her hair and even your own

You joke about dying it the color violet and surprise surprise she wasn’t amused

But she really likes it overall

She can’t imagine you with natural hair now

[theoneandonlycoralinejones]

Some General Ericson's Kids Headcannons

Louis

Despite it being the zombie apocalypse, he still takes a great care in his appearance. Maybe this could be tied back to his insecurities, but he generally just finds comfort in looking nice. He kept a few colognes from before, and maybe even still has a few hair products. Of course he’d had to be resourceful to make them last this long, probably pours water into the almost empty cologne bottles to make them last longer. He also just dislikes being dirty in general, always wiping down his clothes and typically taking breaks to freshen up. 

He wants to keep the artistic spirit alive, even in the apocalypse, and he really admires people who feel the same. Everyone knows he loves piano, but when somebody actually shows interest in it he can't help but get giddy. He can ramble about musicians and songs for hours and hours and hours, and if you ever found him some new records or sheet music you'd officially be his new favorite person; ever.

Definitely was an only child; his parents put all of their focus on him, watched his every move. He was expected to get good grades, go to a good college, get a hard well-paying job afterwards. He was definitely spoiled money-wise, but his family lacked in the love and affection department. 

Violet

I’d like to think that if she ever got the chance to, she’d try to give herself a piercing. Obviously it’d be unsanitary and sort of implausible during the apocalypse, but if you think about it, all she’d need would be a needle, the piercing itself, and some sort of disinfectant, so it could possibly happen. If she did get one, probably an eyebrow piercing or a septum. She definitely isn’t the type to care too much about her appearance, but she would feel super cool having a piercing. (She wouldn’t say it though, lol)

Violet lacked any sort of hobby in the game, and this upset me. (Ruby has gardening/being a nurse, Louis has music, Tenn has art, Mitch has weapons, Omar has cooking, Aasim has writing, etc.) I feel like if she had a hobby it'd be something she'd do in secret, maybe poetry or writing songs. She definitely is the type of person to bottle her emotions up, so writing poems about it would definitely be a nice way to cope with them. She’d never share her poetry with anyone though, it's just her thing; she's way too embarrassed of it. 

If she was able to listen to any music she would definitely like indie or punk music. (Pavement, she would LOVE pavement) She’s definitely the type of person to crush on more alternative people, so I could see her trying to get into goth music just to impress a girl she likes. 

Marlon

It's obvious that he's definitely got some hefty mental issues going on, he's the type of person to bottle things up forever till he just blows up. He panics a lot in tough situations, scrambles to fix things himself, but has a hard time making things work out alone. I'd imagine his parents were probably perfectionists of some sort; who pushed a lifestyle he didn't want onto him and he tried hard to succeed for them but could never be enough. Eventually one day he acted out, sick of being forced to live a life he didn't want to live, and then was sent to Ericsons's.

A lot of people hate Marlon, for reasons that are obvious, but I really don't think he was a bad guy. He was simply misguided, and made mistakes. 

Seems like the type to smoke or drink as a way to cope. Did it more often before the apocalypse and when it first started but cigarettes and alcohol are pretty much nonexistent near Ericson’s now so he was forced to quit. 

Mitch

I see many people sort of stereotype Mitch as just this guy who likes carving knives and making bombs, which definitely is true, but I think there’s much more to him. He has a very rebellious personality which leads me to believe he probably grew up in a home where being rebellious was necessary to get any attention from his neglectful parents. They are in the boarding school for a reason, so he probably was the type of kid that almost burnt down his house or something.

Definitely seems like the type to be a big softie once you get to know him. Certainly not the type to be all soft in public, but if you're spending time one on one his more gentle side will show. 

Ruby 

She has such a motherly vibe to her, so caring and sweet. Even hands out some tough love when needed. I think that's one of the reasons why she likes the greenhouse so much, she loves to take care of things; plants included. (Obviously she also liked it because of Ms. Martin, but yk)

She's certainly not the type to accept compliments easily, she just can't imagine that when people compliment her they're telling the truth. I'd imagine that the reason she punches Aasim If you dare him to kiss her is because she thinks he's playing a prank on her or something; she just finds it hard to believe that somebody would like her. (I love her, Ruby is my bae omg)

[deniable-masterpiece]

save me walking dead video game men... save me with those pixels... save me...

[yellowsugarwords]

Hey! Omg I hate giving requests bc you have a lot, but could we get Louis, Mariana and (parental figure) Luke with a reader who has really sensitive hearing? Like if sounds get too loud, their ears start to bleed? Sorry if this is inappropriate :)

oh MAN this is gonna be a wild one

Louis: Louis had always known Y/N had sensitive hearing. They freaked out when a gun had gone off in the distance, sending them into a panic. They stayed in their room for the rest of the night, their hands clamped over their ears, and tried to act as though nothing happened the following day. No one dared bring it up. But that day, Louis and Y/N were stationed at the watchtower for the night shift. They needed two these days in case either one of them fell asleep. Suddenly, somewhere in the first, it sounded. A high-pitched, wailing sound. It made Y/N cringe and Louis flinch;. “That’s new.” He said softly. “It’s probably another camp trying to warn walkers off.” Y/N clamped their hands over their ears, groaning. At the watchtower, they couldn’t leave. They had nowhere to hide.

“Y/N?” Louis asked, kneeling down. To see them. All Y/N could do was whimper, ether nails digging into the sides of their head. “It hurts,” they hushed. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said quietly, trying to get them to calm down. They removed their hands from the side of their head, their palms stained with crimson. “Y/N, oh my God,” he quickly reached into his pocket, grabbing a cloth and placing it on their hands. He lifted up the edges of their hair, watching as blood trickled out of their ears and down their face. “It happens often,” Y/N groaned. “I just need to wait for the sound to stop.” They said, eyes squeezed shut. Quickly, ripping his cloth into two, he placed one over each of Y/N’s ears, holding them there. Meekly, Y/N placed their hands overtop of his. “It’s okay, I’ll wait with you. Take deep breaths.” He frowned. “It’ll be over soon.”

Mariana: Mariana and Y/N were doing their usual evening ritual: sitting outside one of Richmond’s buildings, staring up at the sky, sipping on whatever sweet drink they could find in the cafeteria area. “What do you think it looked like before? With all the lights in the cities?” Mariana asked. “I forget. I was so little the last time I can’t remember seeing stars.” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t want to be in a world where I can’t see the stars.” Out of nowhere, a screeching sound. Y/N groaned and immediately snapped their hands over their ears, the remainder of their juice box crashing to the dirt, Richmond floor. “Y/N? What happened?” Mariana asked, setting a concerned hand on their shoulder. “Ugh,” was all Y/N could say, gritting their teeth and squeezing their eyes closed. “What is that?” “Y/N?” Mariana said gently. “Where are you hurt?” “My ears!” Y/N begged. They begged the universe to make it stop before they lost too much blood. Finally, the noise faded out and Y/N groaned aggravated, hands slapping down to their lap. “Y/N! You’re bleeding!” Mariana gawked, horrified at the sight of their blood coated hands. “It happens,” Y/N said. “It’s normal. For me, anyways.” Mariana frowned, studying the blood smeared across their palms and dripping down their neck. Mariana held her juice box out. “Here, have the rest of my juice while I tie your hair back.” Y/N meekly accepted the juice box. “Why?” “So I can clean that up.” She said with a sweet smile and shrug, as though it was obvious. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Mariana got up and scurried away to get some water and a cloth. Y/N smiled to themselves, glancing at the half-drank box in their hands. Mariana was always so gentle with people and their struggles. It made Y/N trust her even more.

Luke: Luke and Y/N were sitting in the living room of the ski lodge, glancing out the windows, watching as the sun crept up. They were awake, ready to start their respective work shifts of the day, but they had to wait until it was bright enough to see for a distance. Luke sipped away at his coffee while Y/N sat with a warm glass of water between their hands; it warmed them up for the chilly fall morning. From outside, as Kenny was doing a check up on their wind turbine outside. As he was working on tightening screws and oiling latches, the screeching noise bled through the windows and entered the lodge. Y/N flinched, almost spilling their water. “God, that’s annoying.” Luke groaned, setting his cup down. “I can’t wait until we can upgrade to a better system.” Before he could say anything more, a smack bounced off the walls and Luke turned. Y/N was sitting on the couch, curling down into their knees. They had dropped their glass to the floor in lieu of clamping their hands over their ears. He could hear how intense her whimpers were. “It hurts,” they groaned, sitting upright so Luke could hear them. “Ugh, make it stop.” “Y/N?” He wandered closer to them, sitting beside them on the couch. “What’s--” he stopped as he saw red seeping through their fingertips. Concerned, Luke took one of their hands and peeled it away from their face. Blood dripped onto the couch from their ear. “Oh my God,  Y/N, what happened?” He set a hand on their shoulder and the other on their lap, trying to get them to explain. “It's normal,” they managed to get out, still squirming out of pain. “I just need the noise to--” Finally, the screeching stopped and Y/N sighed, placing their bloody hand palm-up on their lap. “Stop,” they finished. Finally, they made eye contact with Luke, his expression one of pure concern. “Can you help me?” They asked meekly. Luke nodded, immediately standing. “Wait here.” He returned with new water and a damp cloth that he could use on their head. “Don’t worry, I got you.” He worked gently and tenderly, not wanting to hurt them more than they’d already been hurting.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[islassour]

hi hi hi you write for twdg yes??? if so i was hoping you could write hcs for twdg season 4 characters (if any of them at least mitch) with a reader who has toddler? please and thank youuu <333

omg, yesss?!?!??!

(includes violet, louis, clem and mitch!!)

mitch ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

- he would act like he doesnt like them

- in secret hes literally the biggest softie ever.

- LIKE EVER.

- he definitely gives them more food on purpose

- makes ant hotels with them. ( like little dirt homes for critters )

- plays boardgames with you and them and lets them win on purpose

- acts like hes super angry that he lost when hes really just enjoys the company

clementine ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

- she would just be so good with the kid

- you, her, aj and your toddler would definitely have picnics together

- she would definitely help out with anything she could, oh are they upset? give them to her and she will sort that out.

- she would teach them how to read like that option in the start of season 4 😭

- the kid would be missing and they you would find them colouring with aj and clem

- aj and your kid have matching hats that she gave them 🫡

- she would try teach them everything like basic maths and all that stuff

- the BIGGEST soft spot. ever.

violet ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

- a little bit wary at first

- but obviously she would grow to love them

- she would go out and try find every single toy when they'd go scavenging

- she would go out and find paints and do little finger paintings with you guys

- she would not be good with them being upset though 😭

- she would go so awkward and be like 'its okay?..'

- you'd teach her how to get the things eventually

- overall she'd be great but a little awk

louis ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

- a ray of sunshine

- the kid literally LIGHTS up at the sight of him

- hes incredible with them

- honestly, hes great at helping them fall asleep when they're scared.

- after they've fell asleep hes always talking to you for hours on end until you fall asleep too!!!

- tries to teach them how to play a song on the piano but fails miserably

- whenever you want some help he is over in an INSTANTT

i am so sorry if this was bad, i played this game a year ago and i still have a big obsession, i'll replay it tonight probably 😢😢

[kisses-for-you]

run || lee everett

pairing: lee everett x gn!reader

summary: you go on a run alone, ending up with you being injured but choosing to hide it from everyone back at the motel.

w/c: 2.3k

(a/n: i've recently got back into twdg so if anyone has requests, send them through 😛)

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The Georgia sun was high, burning down through a haze of humidity and decay. The motel lot was quiet when you prepared to slip out that morning, a backpack slung over your shoulder and a knife strapped to your thigh. Lee was already awake, stood on the balcony with his arms crossed, watching you like a hawk.

“You sure about this?” he asked, brows knit together with that signature concerned look he always gave you when something didn’t sit right with him.

You smiled, faint but fairly confident. “I’ll be fine, Lee. Just a quick run, in and out. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He didn’t look convinced. His dark eyes searched yours, not in anger, but in deep, genuine worry. Slowly, you stepped closer, reaching up to smooth a wrinkle from his shirt, letting your fingers linger just a little longer against his chest.

“I’d feel a hell of a lot better if I came with,” he muttered, his voice softer now, barely above a breath.

“And who’s gonna keep everyone in line here, huh?” you teased, your hand slipping down to squeeze his. His fingers caught yours, held tight, like he feared you might vanish if he let go.

He hadn’t wanted to let you go, not after everything, not when he’d already lost so much. But your smile, stubborn and sure, had worked like it always did — and maybe the way you leaned in and rested your forehead briefly against his had helped, too.

A reluctant sigh escaped him. “You’re lucky I trust you.”

You gave him your best reassuring smile, brushing your thumb over his knuckles before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “I promise I won’t be too long. I’ve been watching the roads. We need those meds from the pharmacy, and I know the layout well enough by now.”

“You run into even one thing that feels off, you get out. Got it?”

“Got it,” you said, and this time you leaned up on your toes to press a slow, lingering kiss to his cheek — just shy of his lips.

Before he could say anything else, you whispered, “I love you, babe.”

His arms slipped around your waist as he finally gave in, pulling you close for just a second more than he should’ve. “I love you too, darlin’. More than you know.”

And then you left, not looking back.

The thing with going on a run alone was you never knew what you would run into, and you soon found you were going to regret that smug-ass grin you had given Lee. Hard.

Everything had been going fine; you’d managed to find some meds, even a few energy bars and a box of tampons from the drug store. Yet, the universe always found ways to humble you.

One of the metal shelves had toppled over when you yanked open a cabinet, clattering to the ground so loud you may as well just have alerted the entire city of Macon that you were there. The walkers came fast, way more than you expected, and before you knew it, you were sprinting down the cracked asphalt, lungs burning.

Your shoes pounded against the pavement as you zigzagged through alleyways and past crumbling cars. You managed to shoot a couple of the walkers that got in your way, but the majority of them you just dodged — you didn’t have time to even think to use your knife either as that would just be asking to get bit.

However, that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Panic had a way of tripping you up. Literally. Your foot caught on a slab of broken concrete, and down you went, hard. You had no time to scream before you hit the ground. Hard. Following was a sharp, agonising pain blooming in your side. You glanced down to see a jagged metal rod, likely from a signpost, lodged deep between your ribs on your left side.

"Shit," you hissed. Could this day seriously get any worse?

Whatever. You had no time to waste, so with your hand trembling, you wrapped your fingers around the metal and yanked it out. The pain was blinding, and blood started pooling fast. You hardly had time to wrap your jacket around your waist, tying it tight to stem the bleeding, before scrambling up and limping the rest of the way back.

By the time the motel came into view, you were lightheaded, your vision dotted with black spots. But you made it. Barely. Every step felt like your legs were made of lead. The fence surrounding the parking lot blurred in and out of focus as you stumbled toward the gate.

“Hey, they’re back!” Duck shouted, waving enthusiastically.

The group was gathered, and as you staggered in, trying to act normal, everyone turned toward you. Kenny looked up from fixing something on the RV, and Clementine waved at you. Carley came over and took the bag from your shoulder. “Damn, you actually did it. Got the meds.”

You smiled weakly. “Told you I would.”

Duck ran up to you, voice loud, excited. “Did you find any snacks?”

You forced a smile, ruffling his hair. “Got a few. No gummy worms, though. Sorry, Duck.”

His face fell dramatically like you’d just told him Santa wasn’t real. “Aw, man.”

But your attention was starting to drift — your vision tilting sideways, sounds echoing too distant. Then you saw Lee. His face lit up the moment he spotted you, but the smile faded quickly as he took in your appearance. His relief was obvious, but so was the concern under it. He rushed over, pulling you into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you.

You winced at the contact, the pain in your side spreading like a wildfire. Luckily for you, Lee didn’t seem to realise.

“God, I was worried. You were gone too long,” he muttered into your hair. He continued, “I was gettin’ ready to come look for you.” When you didn’t respond, he followed up, “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled into his shoulder, the lie coming way too quickly to you.

You didn’t want to tell Lee the truth. You had never been the kind of person to rely on other people for help; you also knew Lee would start freaking out the second he saw you were hurt and you didn’t want him fussing over you.

Lee, however, wasn’t buying it. He stepped back just enough to get a look at you, his hand staying on the small of your back, and his eyes narrowed, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. He noticed the way you slightly favoured your right side, how your left hand somewhat hovered over the jacket tied around your waist. “You don’t look fine, hon. You’re pale as hell. And your skin’s… clammy. What’s goin’ on?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, already knowing Lee would keep going on about this for as long as you kept the truth from him. “I already told you, babe. Seriously, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

Now that wasn’t entirely a lie — you were tired. But mainly because you were losing blood at a pretty alarming rate. And you may be asking yourself why you didn’t say something before it got any worse. That would be because you were simply too stubborn to admit when you actually needed help.

Lee’s jaw tightened. “That ain’t just tired. Did somethin’ happen?”

You tried to step back, but he held onto your arms gently, scanning you head to toe. “I told you, I’m-”

He cut you off, his gaze dropping to your jacket tied around your waist. “What’s under there?”

You stiffened, eyes widening in fear. You couldn’t let him see.

“Nothing,” you said too quickly.

Lee’s voice dropped an octave, calm but stern. “Take it off.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I said it’s nothing.”

Lee didn’t shout. Didn’t raise his voice. But his eyes — God, those eyes — burned with concern and frustration. “Please, hon. Just let me help.”

“I said no, Lee!” you snapped, regretting it immediately.

Your vision blurred even worse, knees buckling slightly as you staggered against the wall, using it to hold yourself upright. The pain was getting worse, and the adrenaline was wearing off fast.

Lee was instantly at your side, hands steadying you. “Hey– hey. You needa sit down.” He gently eased you down to sit against the motel wall. “Jesus. You’re burning up.” His voice cracked with panic.

“I’m just… dizzy, I only need a sec-”

One of his hands remained on your arm and the other cupped the side of your face. “Can I take it off?” he asked softly, already reaching for your jacket. “Please.”

You barely had the strength to argue anymore, you were far too drained, so, nodding weakly, you let your arms fall limp.

Lee carefully untied the jacket, fingers brushing your side as he peeled it away. The second he did, his breath caught. His hands trembled slightly as he saw the soaked fabric of your shirt, blood caked to your side, and the jagged, raw wound still oozing.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

You blinked up at him, vision cloudy, but you saw it in his eyes: the fear, the hurt, the sheer panic. “Katjaa!” he shouted, scooping you into his arms like you weighed nothing. “Katjaa, we need you!”

Katjaa looked away from her conversation with Kenny and the second her eyes landed on you, her eyes widened in panic, almost mirroring Lee’s expression. She had actually been a veterinarian before all of this, but being the only person in the group with a medical background, she’d quickly become the doctor of the group.

“Bring them over here!” Katjaa ordered, going over to the truck, where just weeks prior a teacher, Ben’s friend, had turned and almost killed Lee. Maybe you shouldn’t have been thinking of that at that moment, though.

Lee, as quickly but as carefully as he could, placed you down on the truck bed.

Katjaa inspected the wound, ordering Lee to get water and bandages. Her voice was calm but urgent, almost like a nurse’s tone. You felt hands on your side, pressure, the sting of disinfectant.

Lee remained by your side the entire time, holding your hand as you faded in and out of consciousness. His voice was the only constant, the only thing anchoring you to reality.

“That’s it, darlin’. You’re gonna be okay.”

And that was the last thing you heard before it all went completely black.

You woke up what felt like minutes later, but had truly been hours later, in yours and Lee’s shared motel room. Your eyes fluttered open and you tried to sit up but were immediately met by a familiar, dull pain in your side, causing you to wince. Lee, whom you hadn’t realised was by your side, was instantly alert the second he saw you stir.

“Hey, hey — easy,” he said, his hand gently pressing your shoulder down to keep you from rising too fast. “You’re okay. Just… don’t move too much, alright?”

You blinked a few times, trying to get your bearings. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the sheets beneath you were a little damp with sweat. The bandages around your waist felt tight, but secure.

Lee’s eyes searched yours, tired but soft. “You scared the hell outta me.”

You offered him the smallest of smiles, your voice hoarse. “Didn’t mean to.”

He returned a small smile, yet it faded as soon as it came. He seemed to get lost in thought, focusing on the floor for a few seconds before meeting your eyes again, his jaw tight, hands clenched. But it wasn’t anger in his eyes. It was something else, something heavier.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly.

You avoided his gaze.

“I could’ve helped,” he continued. “You could’ve died if Katjaa hadn’t patched you up.”

A silence settled between the two of you as you thought about what had happened. Truth be told, looking back at it, you’d realised how stupid you had acted. “I didn’t want you to worry,” you finally muttered.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Of course I’d worry. I always worry about you. That’s not a bad thing.”

You looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears that you couldn’t seem to stop. “I just… I didn’t want to seem weak, Lee. I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handle myself. I didn’t wanna be another person you had to save.”

His expression softened instantly. He reached out, cupping your cheek gently. “You think I care about that?”

“I don’t know,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I just… I panicked. I thought if I told you, you’d be disappointed in me. Or worse, you’d never let me go on a run again.”

Lee didn’t speak for a moment. Then, quietly, “You seriously scared me, hon. I thought I’d lost you.”

A tear rolled down your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly like he was afraid you’d vanish.

“You don’t ever have to hide from me,” he murmured. “Not pain, not fear, nothing. I’d rather know you’re hurt than have you pretend everything’s fine.”

You melted into him, clinging to the fabric of his shirt. “I was so stupid.”

“No,” he said firmly. “You were trying to be strong. But you don’t have to do that alone.”

His lips brushed your forehead, soft and lingering. Then he kissed you — gently, tenderly — his thumb wiping away your tears.

“I love you,” he said against your skin.

And in that moment, wrapped in his warmth, your heart beat a little steadier.

“I love you too.”

Later that night, Lee still refused to leave your side. He sat with you under the stars, arms around you, blanket wrapped around your shoulders. And though the world outside was falling apart, you knew, without a doubt, that he’d hold you together. Always.

[walkeetalkee]

"Wherever your goin', i'm goin' the same."

oughh this is so mid but i havent posted in 4ever so this is all yall r getting i fear

WARNINGS: none

“Doing this, going after these kids,” You paused, clasping your gloved hands together, “It means we're vulnerable. We don't know these people.”

Clementine put a distressed hand over her forehead, leaning on the hard wood of the headmaster's desk. The office was thick with tension as the new found leader of Ericsons struggled to find her voice. Trying your hardest to make your own voice as soft as possible, You sat on the opposite end of the table and stared down at the large map sprawled in front of the both of you,

“Lest we forget they also kicked us to the curb with no regard for our lives,” You protested, “This ain’t us, Clem.”

More silence. For a moment, you thought she’d fallen asleep on you. Until Clementine broke the quiet with a heavy sigh, the action speaking a thousand words, yet you could make a distinct sentence in her audible exhalation: she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“If we leave them then we're no better than the people taking them.”

You fought back a scowl, shaking your head in frustration. “That's not what the old you would think.”

“The old me is gone!” Clem finally snapped, the weight of this whole dilemma weighing heavy on her shoulders, “For the greater good, too. Maybe you still haven't changed from the New Frontier, but I have.”

If you knew one thing about Clementine it was that she was strong, mentally and physically–in a way that was almost supernatural. Her resilience was practically unmatched. There were times where she would prevail even when most people (including yourself) would shatter. If Clementine thought saving these kids was the right thing to do, then.. You would stand alongside her.

Nodding your head, you finally relented. “...Okay.”

Clementine let out another sigh, but this time it was relief that appeared to wash over her. Slowly, she began to rise out of her chair, stretching a little as she had spent a prolonged amount of time sitting down.

“I just need you to trust me.” She confessed.

You got up from your chair as well, gently grabbing the other girls wrist and bringing the palm of her hand to your face, kissing the warm skin,

“Always.”

[twistedgameswewrite]

I’m insulted by the lack of Lee Everett x reader content on this app.

Tumblr get your shit together and fellow video game writers take notes

[lyx-writes]

Hello!

Please can I request some hcs on Louis, Aasim and Kenny with Reader who got bit on the arm🙏

yes you can! apologies for Kenny and Aasim becoming relatively short, they're all really the same.

relationship can be read as romantic or platonic!

☆𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴, 𝘈𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮☆

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Louis

Oh he is PANICKING.

“No no no, you’re kidding right?”

You are NOT kidding.

He’s genuinely upset. The most distraught you’ll ever see him.

As much as he doesn’t want you to lose a limb, if removing your arm could save you… well, let’s take the chance. It worked for Clem and her leg, but who knows.

You lose your arm and you’re in so much pain, and he’s doing his best to comfort you.

In the end, it gets worse. You’re not making it.

You and Louis spend your final moments together, when it’s clear you won’t make it, well… he can’t do it.

He holds your hand with his eyes closed as someone else takes you out.

But if you do survive… well, he does everything within his ability to help you and be by you!

Aasim

He’s trying to stay calm but he’s just as panicked as Louis was

Like Louis, as much as he’d hate to remove your arm, it’s the best thing they can do at the moment.

Doing his best to assure you that you’d be fine, and he helps in the removal.

He realizes you’re not making it. And he’s quick to say it.

You two talk for a bit. He tells you the things he’s fond of, you tell him your fond memories. It’s bittersweet.

He’s scared, he doesn’t want to do it. But, if you want him to be the one to end your suffering, he’ll do it.

He’s so, so guilty.

Kenny

Oh come on, he’s fucking destroyed.

First his kid, his wife, a good friend, his next girlfriend, and now you?

The first to bring up hacking off your arm. He’ll do it no hesitation

When that doesn’t work, he’s down to be the one to take you out.

He’s so hesitant. He doesn’t want you to suffer, but he just can’t bring himself to pull the trigger.

A string of “I’m so sorry”s leave him, before and after you’re gone.