jaypetetodd

[jaypetetodd]

my savior - I

summary: the story of you meet Alden, and fall in love. 

She had been alone from the start, and it was obvious. Her eyes shifted side to side as she held her knife up in defense. She was shaking, cold, tired, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how hurt she was. But, she put on a front. A stare making up for what she lacked physically. Alden held his arms up, telling the other saviors to stay back. He didn’t know why he had such a deep need to save her, rescue her, but he did.

“Who are you guys? What do you want?” She asked, examining the men staring her down like a piece of meat. She decided she could maybe take out the first four or five, and then make a run for it if she had to. But even then she hadn’t eaten in so long, she wasn’t sure how long she’d last.

“My name is Alden, what’s yours?”

She stared at him, Alden. He had kind eyes, he didn’t look like he had the guts to hurt a walker, but she’d been fooled before.

“Listen we’re not going to hurt you, are you alone?”

“I don’t wanna answer that.”

There were annoyed groans from behind Alden. “C’mon she’s not worth our time.” A savior whined, cocking his gun.

“Just, give me a second.” Alden insisted. “Go back to camp I’ll be there soon.”

They nodded, the rest of the saviours leaving Alden behind with this mystery girl. He wasn’t like the other saviours he knew that. But, he wanted to believe in people again, and if it meant helping a girl who he quite frankly thought was beautiful, he was willing to give it a shot.

“I’m Y/N.” She spoke quietly, her eyes still following the savior's leaving back to their cars. “You really gotta camp?”

He laughed quietly, “yeah, food and everything. We’d-” he paused. He thought about Negan and his brother. “-I’d be able to keep you safe there.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I’d like to.” He smiled, offering his hand. She looked at him skeptically. She would die out here if she stayed alone too much longer, she knew that. Maybe a part of her had accepted that, the part of her that was telling herself to run. The part that still had some fight left in it is what caused her to reach forward and grasp Alden’s hand in her own. She’d missed human contact, smiling lightly at his calloused fingertips, they were gritty compared to her own.

He walked with her to his own car, her stride falling into pace with his own. She still gripped onto his hand, refusing to release until he helped her into the seat. She hadn’t felt so comfortable in so long, it felt strange to feel safe.

“You can sleep if you want, it’s a long drive.” He smiled, turning on the ignition as his eyes scanned her form, already starting to drift off.

She curled up into the chair, removing her jacket to use as a blanket instead. “Thank you.” She whispered, before her eyes fell closed.

“Well what do we have here?” Negan’s voice rang, echoing off the concrete walls that she examined, turning in place to take in her new surroundings. She took note of the gates, where she could run if she needed to.

“This is Y/N, I found her alone.” Alden spoke up, giving you a small smile before turning to Negan. He was visibly nervous, not looking into his eyes, his shoulders slumping to make himself smaller.

“Well hello there Y/N.” Negan smiled, stomping in front of her as his eyes raked up and down her body. She shifted from foot to foot, but stood up tall and looked him in the eye.

“Hello.”

“I think you’d make a lovely wife, don’t you think Alden?”

Alden hesitated, the last thing he wanted was for her to waste away as one of Negan’s fuck toys, but he nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Wife?” She asked, eyes moving from Alden to Negan attempting to take everything in.

“See my dear Y/N, when I see a lovely girl I offer them protection, food, all the shit you could dream of. And, in return they marry me. All consensual of course that’s how shit rolls around here.” He grinned, taking his finger to her chin as he examined her features. “And I think you’d make just a lovely edition to our little family.”

She paused, thinking. “No offense but I think I’d be a bit more useful somewhere else.”

“Oh? Do share.”

“I’m a fighter, I’m a scavenger, I’d rather be useful then sit around and be a fuck doll.” She snapped. She could feel Alden smiling beside her, he was almost proud of you for standing up to him. Though he knew it may not end well.

“Well, no offense to you darling. But, you look like shit, and quite frankly I’m not that confident you could take out a walker.” Negan snapped back, laughing cockily. “But, I’ll tell you what. If you can take down one of my men, I’ll let you work for me. How’s that sound?”

“Too easy, make it three.” She sighed, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it onto the pavement.

“Oh ho! This girls got more balls then all you boys!” Negan announced, his men joining in on his laughing. “You heard the lady, three of you get in here try not to hurt the little lady.”

She laughed to herself, she felt refreshed after sleeping after so many restless nights. And, she was almost excited to watch Negan’s smug face after she demolished his men.

“Alden.” Negan purred, smiling to himself. “Get in there.”

Alden froze, he didn’t want to hurt her. He never wanted to have to hurt her, but he had to do what Negan said or he’d do worse. He obeyed his orders, looking at Y/N. She nodded, smiling softly before returning her focus to the other two men.

“C’mon beautiful what you got?” One of the saviors taunted. Anger boiled up in her chest and she felt all the emotions she’d pushed down since the start of the end of the world. She ran toward him, launching herself into the air. She landed a blow to his chest, causing him to fall down to one knee. She used that knee to hoist herself up onto his shoulders, wrapping her thighs around his neck. She brought her arms togethers and bashed her elbows down onto his head.

As the first savior started to fall, the other came running toward her. She unraveled her legs and rolled across the first saviors back. The second savior swung, which she ducked down to dodge, sweeping his leg so he fell on top of the first savior. They didn’t move.

Finally, she turned toward Alden. He made his way toward her, fists up in defense.

But he was smiling.

He loved watching her kick ass, he loved watching her bounce back from practically clutching onto him as she hobbled toward his car.

“Give it your best shot.” He winked, and she smiled. A real, genuine smile.

Hoisting herself up into the air, she landed one solid kick to his nose causing him to fall backward to the pavement.

She stood, panting. She sauntered over to her jacket, throwing it over her shoulders before standing in front of Negan. For once, he was silent and dumbfounded grin on his face. She smirked before sticking out her hand to him. He took it right away giving it a firm shake.

“Gentlemen I think we just found our secret weapon.”

She ignored the cheers and pats on the back, instead walking toward where Alden still sat. He was laughing, she was too. She offered him her hand, which he accepted just like she had. She hoisted him back to his feet, smiling like idiots as they stood nose to nose staring into each other's eyes. They were happy.

“You alright there tough guy?” She joked, using her thumb to wipe away the small droplets of blood falling from his nose.

“I am now.”

[jaypetetodd]

me patiently waiting for y’all to stop sleeping on alden

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this user loves alden!

[jaypetetodd]

This whole Batman never being in character thing is really bothering me.

Bruce Wayne was a kid when he dealt with his trauma, and he grew up with the same belief as his parents - that the mentally ill deserve to be HELPED and not PUNISHED for their illness.

And now you’re trying to convince me of a dark brooding - do you bleed? Batman that’s ready to beat the shit out of everything and anything like ?? No!

There’s a reason I love Batman so much and it’s because although he’s so similar, he’s so different from every other superhero. He wants to help Gotham, the only reason he is Batman is to HELP the people and the city of Gotham. And he wants to do it the same way his parents dreamed of.

[jaypetetodd]

A Reunion

Summary: After falling out with Slade Wilson years before, a certain bald Luthor reunites you with your lost love.

You knew it was probably a horrible decision. Getting on a boat to see some random stranger, who just happened to have the perfect thing to entice you into his clutches. You looked down at the small polaroid in your hand. It was of two smiling figures you didn’t even recognize anymore. You weren’t sure if it was because you had changed, or because you didn’t want to. 

Diana had told you about Lex Luthor, about how he had sent her a photo from her past as well. You decided to keep quiet about yours, whether it was shame or the fear of what judgement would be brought upon you, you weren’t sure. 

As the boat reached a steady decline, you tore your eyes away from the memory below you. Looking up you saw a yacht, you weren’t sure what you were expecting from Luthor. Always so extraordinary, ready for a show.

Climbing aboard you headed straight for the deck, where you were positive Luthor was waiting. 

Just as you predicted, there sat the bald bastard himself. A smug smirk seemingly drawn on his face as he stared at you. Something about the god damn stare, it had a way of sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Miss L/N, welcome aboard.” He smiled, motioning to your surroundings as if it wasn’t blatantly clear you were on a boat. 

“What do you want?”

“Ooh, watch the attitude. A member of the Justice League should be a good girl scout.”

“Not to scum like you. You get one chance to explain why I shouldn’t throw you back in Arkham.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” He scolded. “See my dear, blackmailing means I call the shots.” 

“What do you want.” You growled through your teeth, your fists balling together tighter and tighter. 

“First!” He announced, raising a finger. “A reunion.” The same finger once pointing to the sky now moving to the left of you. Turning, you saw a man dressed from head to toe in black and orange armour. 

Maybe you knew who it was, deep down you always knew when he was near. Maybe you didn’t want to see him, after what had happened you swore you’d never speak to him, ever.

So you turned away, refusing to meet his gaze. 

“Who the hell is this guy?” 

“Oh dear, you know who this is.”

And, with that the man removed his helmet, it all came flushing back. Training together, fighting, falling in love. You wanted nothing more then to run to him, tell him you were sorry for everything you’d ever done, every time you had yelled at him, cried for him- 

“You got old.” Is what you opted for, giving him a curt nod.

“That’s what you have to say, after all these years?” He chuckled, staring at you with the same intensity you had fallen for when you had first met. 

“I’m not the sentimental type.”

“You’re not the sentimental type?” He repeated in disbelief, causing you to shoot him a glare. “God I forgot how gorgeous you are when you’re mad.”

“Don’t you start mister.”

“Start what?”

“Smooth talking, you’re not getting out of this one.”

He took a step closer.

“Would you punch me if I said I loved you?”

You took a step closer.

“Yup.”

He took a step closer. The two of you were nose to nose, fighting with your stares, seeing who would break first. For a moment his eyes flickered to your lips, yours moved to his. 

“As much as I love this, swindling romance!” Lex clapped, causing the two of you to break apart. “We do have business to take care of.”

“You better not be wasting my time.”

“I brought you here to celebrate gods return. Don’t you think we should have a league of our own?”

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Taking Care Of Things - II

Summary: You struggle to move on from your old romance with the Winter Soldier. Part One.

You weren’t exactly sure when, but you had passed out. Your head was pounding and your throat joined in on the complaining as you awoke with a groan. You felt beside you, too scared to open your eyes. It was your couch, you were at home. 

“Morning sunshine!” An all too familiar voice sang from the kitchen. You cracked your eyes open to see Wade Wilson, flipping pancakes while humming a tune. 

“How long was I out?”

“No idea, found you passed out in the bathroom covered in blood. Real Carrie moment.”

“Lovely.”

“Was that someone else’s blood?” Wade asked, you could hear the slightest concern in his voice. It caused your emotions to stir. On one hand, it was nice to know Wade cared enough to be concerned, to care. On the other hand, how fucked up did you have to be to have Wade Wilson concerned for you. “You with me?”

“Huh? Yeah.”

“So who’s blood, spill the gossip!” Wade giggled, quickly shoving his humourus mask back on, skipping over to the couch.

“Mine.”

“Well that’s no fun.”

“Sorry.” You sighed, the pain removing your ability to argue with Wade any further. 

“Listen, if it provides any solace I’m here for you. We can kill him if you want.” Wade suggested, taking his spot next to you. 

“He’s not the one who deserves to die.” You groaned, removing yourself from the temptation of wasting the rest of your life away on your couch. 

“Where you going sweet cheeks?”

“I believe I have an unscheduled meeting with Mr. Stark.” 

You pulled up to Avengers tower, instantly feeling the stares of the surrounding guards and staff. If you were honest you felt yourself shrink at the stares. All you’d ever wanted was to fit in. Be the hero some little girl looked up to. Hydra took that away from you. 

Instead, you pushed your shoulders back. Smirking as your bypassed security and made your way to the Iron Ass himself. 

“Y/N, please come in have a seat.” Tony introduced as you walked into his office. He looked like a mess, black eye, tired lines. You wanted to ask if he was okay, but you knew he didn’t like you very much. You pushed back your sympathy. 

“Please Stark, no need for formalities. We both know you’re just here to scold me.” 

“That’s not entirely true-”

“See here’s the thing Stark.” You interrupted. Walking in front of his desk, fidgeting with photos and gadgets. “I’m not one of your boyband members, I don’t have to take your shit. So give me one good reason why I shouldn’t trash this place and leave?” You finished, stopping as your fingers traced a flip phone, almost forgotten on the corner of the desk. 

Tony droned on, something about staying out of SHIELD’s business and what not. But, you couldn’t drag yourself away from that phone.

A genius like Tony Stark doesn’t have a flip phone. It was something out of place, behind the time. 

“Y/N? Are you hearing a word I’m saying?” Tony yelled, his frustration evident as he stared daggers into your smirking form. 

“Loud and clear Iron Man.” You smiled, turning suddenly to salute. “Listen, I’ve gotta run, I’ll see you around old man.” 

With that, you B-lined for the door, making your way out of Avengers tower toward your car. And, as you walked out the glass doors you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling down at your hand that held an old flip phone. 

If anyone knew where Bucky was, it was Steve Rogers. 

You sat on top of your car, bouncing your leg anxiously. 

“Hello?”

“Pete hey, it’s me.”

“Y/N? What’s up?”

“I’m going away for a while, I just-” You paused, realizing how stupid the tears welling in your eyes were. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Y/N what’s wrong? I-I can come see you, where are you?”

“I’m fine kid, listen. Thank you.”

“What?”

“Thank you, for being there for me. If I don’t come back-” You sighed, pulling the phone away from your ear as you tried to hold back tears. “Thank you for being my best friend.” 

“Y/N I’m coming to find you, stay where you are.”

“See ya kid.”

You drove away from the city and onto the highway, a route to airport sign confirming the drive ahead. Your fingers tapped the flip phone beside you, contemplating the call. 

You wanted to see him again. For some strange, ungodly reason you needed to see him again. You knew who Steve was, you read about him in the same museum Buck had. 

You were glad to learn Bucky had had a past, old friends, family. But, a part of you was jealous. You hated that. You only ever wanted him to be happy, but to think that someone knew him better then you, loved him as much as you, it made you jealous. You chose to believe it was Hydra’s fault, you did that with all your problems. 

You supposed it was time to meet the ‘best friend.’ 

“Tony, you called.”

“Close but not quite.” 

“Who the hell is this?”

“I doubt you’ve heard of me, but we have a mutual friend.”

“Y/N?”

“Oh so the old man shares his war stories! That’s sweet, he told you about me. Was he all sentimental about it? Cried didn’t he?” 

“You don’t sound like the girl he described.”

“That’s because I’m not Cap.” You spat, anger boiling up in your stomach again as you thought of him. “Bucky left me for Hydra to save you, they hurt me, tortured me to give him up.”

“And?”

“I didn’t crack, for some fucked up reason he still has a place in my little heart.” 

“A love story for the ages.” 

“The captain has some attitude!” You smiled, you could practically feel his glare, like pure patriotism through the phone. “I’ll be in Wakanda in a few days, I expect to see you.” 

“How did you know we were in Wakanda?” 

“Didn’t Bucky tell you Cap? I’m your worst nightmare.” 

[jaypetetodd]

Taking Care of Things

Summary: You struggle to move on from your old romance with the Winter Soldier. 

A/N: This is a repost from my other account @marveling-at-marvel because this is probably one of my favourite stories I’ve ever written. 

New York was a city with endless hope about it. It was a place where dreamers came and hero’s reined. Which made you constantly question why you were here. You weren’t a dreamer, you were hardly alive really. And you sure as hell were not damn hero.

You sped through the city trying to shut your mind down. That never really worked. It always slipped to thoughts about Peter, Wade, then Hydra, then him.

You wanted to scream whenever you thought of him, wanted to punch him while you screamed and asked him why? Why he left you in the unforgiving clutches of Hydra’s grasp, why he ever said he loved you.

You screeched to a stop as you panted, not realizing that you had held your breath in the anticipation of your own mind. You did that sometimes.

Kicking open the car door you examined the scene in front of you. The old warehouse seemed suspiciously untypical for a SHIELD hit. But then again, your tracking never lied. Your confidence scared, and reassured you at the same time.

You opted on not getting into your head, and sauntering over to the main entrance. Most people would try to make some kind of unique, ‘element of surprise’ kind of entrance, maybe even a one liner. You thought those people were idiots, when a door is available, you use it.

Kicking open the bolted door without hesitation, gun fire and yelling erupted right away. You ran and hid behind a storage container, though the bullets wouldn’t exactly kill you they still hurt like a bitch.

You pushed your legs and leaped onto the top of the steel container, firing your guns from the high point advantage. You hit all of your targets, each going down right away. You always hit your targets.

Hopping down from the container, you eyed your next opponents. Two large guys, probably looking at you like some midnight snack. You holstered your guns and emerged with instead, two large swords. Running toward them with all the speed you could muster, you swung hard and fast. Dodging between the two of them, landing kicks anywhere you could.

Just as you thought you may be able to land your final strike, a large fist made contact with your stomach causing you to fly backward.

You managed to stay upright, grabbing onto some kind of hold on the cement to prevent yourself from falling on your back. You felt the cement crumble under your feet and hands, as you came to a slow and agonizing halt.

Just as you were about to make another attack, you felt an all too familiar buzzing in your pocket. Sighing, you pulled your phone out and placed it between your shoulder and ear.

“Hey, sorry Y/N are you busy?”

“Nope, what’s up kid?” “Are those guns? Y/N do you need help?”

“I got it Pete just lemme put you on hold.” You grunted, throwing your phone to the ground. You leapt into the air and rose your sword above your head, and as you were at the highest point you could reach, you plunged it into a skull. Someone’s skull, you were quite sure who’s. It was all a blur.

Satisfied with your work, you picked up your somehow not shattered phone.

“What’s up Pete?”

“Can you swing by? I need someone to talk to I just didn’t know who.. I mean Wade’s not answering.. I didn’t want to bother you but -”

“It’s no bother kid I’m on my way.” You said, a small smile forming at how nervous Peter was around you still.

Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing really. You loved the kid but no matter how hard you tried, emotions did not work for you. You wanted to make him happy, be some kind of role model for him. But, the truth is, you were no role model. You just killed some random guy with a sword without thinking twice, and you thought hanging around a fifteen year old kid would redeem you. That was stupid.

You left through the same door you came in. Placing a bright yellow sticky note on the outside.

“Be faster next time.”

Entering your mucked up car, you sped off toward Queens.

“This isn’t a hug I’m just grabbing the door.”

Peter felt his cheeks grow hot as Tony ushered him away. Until he saw the faintest flash of light at the top of his building, instantly recognizing the waving figure as none other then his self proclaimed best friend.

Tony happened to catch him staring, and followed his eyes to the roof.

“Who’s that?”

“N-No one Mr. Stark.”

“I’ve been monitoring you, saw you hanging with that merk girl. What’s her name?”

“Y/N.”

“Right well, be careful with that one kid. She’s no good.”

You watched as Peter exited the car of the famous Tony Stark. It almost made you chuckle watching him stumble, clearly flustered. You waited for him to probably say hi to Aunt May, then make up some excuse as to why he had to go to his room for a bit.

You stared out at the night sky, your wandering mind refusing to stay still. You knew Peter had seen him, maybe even fought him. You wondered if he looked the same, or if he had changed himself completely to try and escape his past like you had done. You found yourself hoping he hadn’t cut his hair, something about the way you used to run your fingers through it in the dead of night at some Hydra facility. It felt almost symbolic.

You wanted to remember what those nights had been like, you wanted to remember how you had felt. No matter how many times you pushed yourself to think, cried yourself to sleep just trying to think, it never came back. You felt stripped of your humanity, it was a basic human right to remember. And you couldn’t. Then again, Hydra hadn’t made you to be human, it made you to be the complete opposite.

“Hey sorry Aunt May really wanted to hear about Germany.” Peter spoke from behind you, you hummed in response, still staring into the dead of night. “Y/N? You with me?”

“Yes, yeah, I’m here.” You said, everything coming back to it’s regular motion as you turned to meet Peters eyes beside you.

“It’s okay, I know you get kinda in your head sometimes.”

“Never voluntarily.”

“Never voluntarily.” Peter repeated, as if the concept was alien to him.

“How was Germany?”

“Good, I fought a lot of people. I think I may have broken my rib. And Captain American punched me. It hurt.”

“That’s cool. You see him?”

“Yeah.” Your heart stopped, the very concept that someone was able to see him, touch him, breath in his scent felt like a fantasy. As if he was never real to begin with.

“How is he?”

“We didn’t exactly chat.”

“That was stupid sorry.” You scoffed, which helped Peter loosen up a bit. The two of you laughing on the roof top at two in the morning.

“I said what you told me to say.” He added, your heart skipping a beat.

“What’d he do?”

“Froze, stopped moving.” Peter explained. “It was as if he had seen a ghost.”

“Well I am a ghost to him. And he’s the one who killed me.” You concluded, standing from your spot on the ledge.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That you have to go through this.” He began, his head falling into his hands. “You don’t deserve to go through this, you’re a good person. You know that don’t you?”

“That’s because I’m good around you.” You sighed. “You see what I show you Pete.”

“That’s not true.”

“Your optimism is inspiring and adorable Pete.” You smiled, you tried your best to make it a happy smile. Peter always said you had a sad smile. ‘It’s like your covering up your sadness with a shitty mask’ he’d say. Which you supposed was true, for the most part. “Look I gotta go, I’ll see you around kid.”

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Be safe. If not for you, then for me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You threw your keys down onto the nearest solid object as you slumped into your apartment. It wasn’t nearly as nice as Peters, but not as shitty as Wade’s. It was a happy middle.

You felt tired. You always felt tired. You could never decide if it was the constant physically fighting, or the constant fight in your mind.

To remember, to forget, to move on. That’s all you wanted.

“Didn’t think I’d ever be able to sneak up on you.” A voice spoke from behind you, causing you to almost jump out of your skin. You instincts took over and you kicked the object into the wall, holding your old pocket knife to its throat.

Then it stopped.

It all stopped.

There he was, the man you had practically convinced yourself was fake was standing in your living room with that stupid look on his face. Like he didn’t know what he did wrong, like he didn’t know how bad he hurt you.

And he didn’t.

He looked exhausted, he looked like you.

“What the hell makes you think you have the right to come into here like you own the place.”

His face fell. You almost regretted the comment. Almost.

“I wanted to see you, before I went under again.”

“Yeah? Well, here I am.”

“Why are you mad at me?”

“Is that a joke?” You scoffed, finally releasing him from your hold and taking a step back.  As if he were a tiger about to pounce you couldn’t stop fear from taking over. “You left me to die. Washington went down you saved some asshole from the water and then watched me get dragged away, kicking and screaming for you, by the same god damn monsters that made us.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s all you have to say! I’m sorry! I cried for you I begged for you and you left me. As if..” You stopped yourself, the world felt meaningless to you now, childish.

“I did love you.” Bucky finished. “I do love you.”

“No you don’t.” You sighed, a bitter scowl forcing its way onto your features.

“Yes I do.”

“Fuck off.”

“I don’t want to fight!”

“Then leave!” You yelled, shocking you both. You couldn’t stop yourself. You were screaming at yourself to stop, to let it go and let the past be the past. Your mind was begging you to drop it, to let go of your god damn ego and say how much you loved him. Love him.

But he didn’t fight, he said goodbye and he left.

He left.

You forgot how long you stayed there. Standing. Running the conversation through in your mind over, and over again. Until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

You screamed. You cried and you screamed. You didn’t know when, but you somehow made your way to the bathroom, dry heaving into the sink as you screamed and cried.

You forced yourself to look up into the mirror. Your eyes meeting someone who didn’t even look like you. You didn’t recognize yourself anymore. You didn’t want to.

You slammed your fist into the glass, feeling it shatter as you kept hitting it.

Over, and over, and over.

Until you collapsed on the ground, the glass breaking against your knees. Your tears mixing with the blood from your hands. A mixture of your own and of the ones you killed just that day.

You didn’t want to recognize yourself anymore.

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You’re a Good Man, Alden

Summary: After Alden is taken by the Hilltop, you set out with saviours to find and rescue him.

Italics = flashback

It was stupid. Simon kidding himself into believing he could ever be Negan. Yes, he shared common similarities, but no one would ever be Negan. You stood in the background, scolding yourself for going along with such a stupid plan. You wanted nothing more then to knock Simon in the skull, but this was your only shot at finding and saving him. 

You couldn’t give that chance away.

“Alden, Alden are you there?” You whispered, keeping the walkie talkie to yourself in the room you had shared. 

“Yeah I’m here, managed to keep the walkie from them.” He responded moments later, he sounded rushed and nervous. That wasn’t like him.

“Where are you, how can I find you?” 

“These people.. they aren’t hurting us.” 

“What?” Shouting erupted in the background, gunshots fired causing your heart to leap.

“I have to go-”

“What no, tell me where you are!”

“I have to go, I love you.”

You didn’t want to assume the worst. But, you mind wandered unwillingly and you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying. The Saviours insisted he was fine, but you couldn’t get those gunshots out of your mind. 

“Who are we?”

The Saviours around you roared. “Negan!”

You stayed silent.

Your stride fell into sync with Dwight’s as you walked toward your shared vehicle. You hesitantly entered the passenger seat, shaking hands buckling your seat belt securely across your chest. 

“Hey D?” You said, so scared to even speak your mind that it almost came out in a whisper. 

“Yeah?”

“You ever thing we’re the bad guys?”

“Yeah.”

“You think Alden’s alright?”

“That son of a bitch is too stubborn to die.” Dwight laughed, eyes narrowed on the road ahead. You turned to him, smiling at the sentiment. “He loves you a lot, he wouldn’t leave you without a fight.”

You gave Dwight a sad smile, turning your attention back out the windshield. “Thanks D.”

You didn’t want to hurt anyone at the Hilltop. You didn’t want to have to kill anyone. But, if there was even the slightest chance of Alden being behind those gates you were willing to take it. 

You stuck to the back of the pack, trying to fade into the background and avoid as much violence as possible. It all felt like a blur, almost as if your adrenaline just shut down your brain. 

You didn’t shoot, you didn’t swing. You blended in and stayed out of the way. 

Bodies fell left and right, people screamed, cried. You wanted it all to stop, you wanted to find Alden and leave. You wanted to never look back. 

You ran, hiding inside a small shack. You held yourself against the wall, attempting to catch your breath.

“Hands up.” A voice spoke from below you, causing you to whip your head in its direction. There lay a man, covered in blood, walker or human you couldn’t tell. Beside him, crouched by his wound was a young man. You assumed a doctor of Hilltop. 

You slowly rose your hands, dropping your weapons. “Look I don’t want to hurt anyone, a man named Alden, is he here?” You begged. You felt pathetic, but at this point you were desperate. He was all you had left. 

“I have medical supplies, just gauze and antiseptic in my right pocket.” You continued, keeping your hands high in the air. “Please, take what you need.” 

You watched the man hesitate, torn between trust or another kill. Cautiously, he reached for your pocket, pulling the medical supplies quickly. Keeping his eyes and gun on you. 

“Can you keep pressure on this?” He asked, slowly lowering his gun.

“Yes, yeah.” You stumbled, getting down to your knees and assisting the man. Your limited medical experience coming to your aid as you obeyed orders. 

“I’m Y/N.”

“Siddiq.” 

You ran beside Siddiq, your new found ally in the Hilltop. He was kind, although hostile at first due to his lack of trust. He told you about Rick’s son, Carl. How he had saved his life, gave him a chance. 

“I’m willing to do the same for you, but you have to prove you’re trust worthy.”

“I can do that.”

It wasn’t until you saw a man, and a walker coming from behind. Your instincts took over as you ran, kicking the dead in the stomach. With one boot you stomped on it’s head, it’s moans slowing dying down to silence. 

“Y/N?” 

You turned at the sound of the familiar voice. Tears already falling as you saw the face of the man you loved.

“Holy shit.” You gasped, wrapping your arms around Alden, burying your head in his neck. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight as if he would lose you again. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Alden mumbled into your shoulder, you could feel his breath on you as you held each other. 

“Don’t you dare.” You laughed, pulling away and placing your hands on his cheeks. “You are always apologizing for things that are never your fault.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re a good man, Alden.” You sighed, finally placing your lips on his. 

[jaypetetodd]

Laughing In The Dirt

Summary: You and Alden begin to get along, even if he’s locked in a cage.

The hot pulsing sun shone down on the Hilltop, even with tragedy in the commuities midst, everyone had managed to remain hopeful. It had shocked you when Maggie had first allowed the Saviours to enter the walls. Everyone that had come from Alexandria had seemed closed off and distant from the rest of the world. Voting to kill rather then to trust. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t mind. Yes, the thought of having people from another community had been a bit alarming at first. But, you had decided to keep hope in your heart rather then turn away people you had never met. 

Not necessarily that you had much say in the decision. Ever since the new members had arrived in your community, your voice had faded into the background. Becoming less and less vocal as war waged on. Even Paul, who you had considered one of your closest friends, seemed to be around less and less. 

‘It is how it is’ you decided, clearing your mind as you made your way toward the gardens of Hilltop. You struggled slightly with the volume of tools you were balancing on your limbs. But, with the Saviour looming over everyones minds, and the lack of appeal in a gardening job you were once again, on your own. 

You threw your stuff to the grass as you observed the cage below you. You wanted to believe they were all hostile, just so you would be able to fit in with the fear around you. The truth is you weren’t scared of the group locked in, you were more curious. They were left behind, forgotten by the Saviours, yet they still seemed to remain loyal. Negan had really done a number on these people. 

Fear was the best way to get people on your side, and Negan fed on it. 

You had recognized the willingness of one of Maggie's captures right away. You believe you had overheard someone call him Alden. It was a nice name. You thought about what his life was like before. He was young, handsome, he probably had friends, maybe even a girlfriend. Granted, you were young too. You had never felt young though, always out of place. 

You remembered him being very submissive, maybe even kind toward the Hilltop. And, whether it was a figure of your imagination or a dream, you remembered him flashing you the most charming smile as him and his friends entered the gates. 

Maybe you were too optimistic, but it was fun to daydream. 

You found yourself doing that a lot recently, daydreaming. It was your way of coping with all that had happened. Sometimes you’d think about how your life was before, your friends, family. Sometimes your mind would slip to Alden, what his life was like before, if he ever thought of you as much as you did of him. 

You found yourself staring at the vegetables below you, contemplating a most likely stupid decision. It wasn’t like it was the end of the world, considering that had already happened. 

Before you knew it you were walking down the hill, small basket of vegetables in hand. You had grown them all yourself, in a strange way you were proud. 

“Hello.” You smiled, making your way toward the Saviours. They all stared at you, they looked like wild animals. Stuck in a cage and filled with nerves. You let yourself inside, safety provided by the very confused Hilltop guards watching the Saviours. “I’m sorry your welcome hasn’t exactly been warm, but I hope this can ease some tension.” You concluded, placing the basket in the open. As you looked up you couldn’t help your eyes from attaching to a smiling Alden’s face. It made your heart stop, 

“Thank you.” He said quietly, taking a step toward you. But, before he could get any further, the ferocious voice of Maggie causing you to jump, 

“Get out of there, now!” 

“That’s my cue.” You smiled, trying to cover up the emotions you felt. Quickly exiting the cage you followed Maggie toward the Hilltop house. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Maggie exclaimed, pacing in front of her desk. “You know these monsters have killed people, our people!”

“What and we haven't killed any of their people?”

“That’s different and you know it.”

“Is it really Maggie? We’re all people, they have friends, they have a community they’re trying to protect just like us! How-”

“Enough!” She interrupted, her eyes burning into your exterior. It made you want to shrink into the floor, you never wanted to be the source of Maggie’s stress. Ever. 

“Maggie I’m sorry, but I can’t leave people out there starving.” You said, making you way to the door. “I still have an ounce of humanity left in me, do you?” 

You decided to keep your nose to the dirt, not wanting to cause more of a stir then you had yesterday. You understood Maggie’s concern, but frankly it pissed you off. 

“Hey.” A hesitant voice came from behind you, you turned to see Alden. He was standing with a guard from the Kingdom, their name slipped your mind. You held your hand to your forehead, shielding your eyes from the sun. 

“Hi.” You replied, smiling brightly at the figure above you. 

“He’s getting time outside for good behaviour. Maggie also told me to tell you something about her still having a heart.” The Kingdom guard shrugged, causing your smile to grow wider. 

The Kingdom guard left to sit and watch from a distance, leaving you alone with Alden. 

“Mad you got stuck with the gardening?” You inquired, the two of you digging and planting seeds in the dirt you had farmed over the weeks. 

“I actually asked to help out here.” 

“Are you that enthusiastic about plants?”

“More about you.” 

“Oh?”

“Sorry that was weird.”

“Only a little bit.” You laughed. You could feel his eyes on you which caused your cheeks to heat up. 

“To be fair there’s not much to look at when you’re locked in a cage.”

“Rude.”

“That was.. not what I meant.” Alden winced, which caused you to bubble up in a real genuine laughter. There you two sat, in the dirt, laughing like the world hadn’t come to an end. Laughing like everything was fine. It had been ages.