#ftwd au

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Klaus and Tracy are literally the safest two kids in the entire apocalypse. Cause if you wanna mess with them:

You gotta go through all of them:

[ftwdb]

Don’t say go.

Chapter 18.

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut. Love Triangle!

It’s dark by the time you feel the strength of The Pull reaching its peak, and you know what that means. You look around into the darkness. In the wastes there isn’t much besides stretches of empty barren land and mountains in the distance. You know you’re not yet at your destination which can only mean one thing; the boy with the flag was headed toward you too.

You see twin lights in the distance. A car headed toward you. Eventually you stop in the middle of the road and just wait. The lights get closer until they shine on your windscreen and you both sit, unmoving, just waiting for the other to make the first move.

You cut the truck’s engine and step out.

The boy does the same. The light of your vehicles illuminate the night just enough that you can make each other out in the darkness.

The boy steps forward enough so that he is thrown into view and you can see the warm brown of his eyes, his features which are so different from Troy’s, softer but still strong.

You hesitate. Your gun is tucked in the back of your jeans and your fingers twitch.

The boy speaks.

“Hi… I’m Nick.”

You don’t say anything, you just keep watching until he clears his throat as if a little unsure of himself.

“You came alone?” he asks.

You could have kicked yourself. Coming alone had been a risk but now that he was here, in the middle of nowhere, and no one knew where you’d gone, you realised how vulnerable you’d left yourself.

“For now,” you answered him flatly. At least if you were vague about whether you had people with you it might make him have second thoughts if he was planning anything…

The boy waits a beat before trying again.

“I guess you felt it too then…”

You don’t want to say the words out loud so you simply nod your head. The boy, Nick, continues.

“I thought I was going crazy at first. I never thought I’d find my… find you. Feel it, you know?”

You frown at this. Everyone worries they’ll never find their soulmate but something in his voice captures your attention. It’s less that he’s worried about the odds and more… something you can’t quite distinguish.

“Why?” you ask.

Nick hesitated before shrugging a little.

“That’s a… it doesn’t matter. What matters now is that I found you. It feels… weird. Don’t you think?”

Perhaps if you hadn’t already had the experience with Troy you would agree. But you didn’t want him to know that Troy was your soulmate and so you don’t answer his question.

“Look I came here to warn you. Some of the people from my community are coming back tonight to finish what they started. You need to tell your people to run.”

Nick frowns at this information.

“We agreed to a truce-“

You shake your head in annoyance. You don’t want to explain all this. You want him to just listen to your warning and leave so you can forget about whatever this mistake is between you both and go home, go back to Troy.

“They’re acting of their own accord. Some of the men have certain… loyalties. This isn’t about protecting their home, it’s about revenge.”

Nick is watching you closely now and you don’t like the way his eyes are roaming over you. You freeze. You wonder if he can feel your emotions just like you can with Troy. You reach out in the same way you do with Troy and try to find Nick, to feel what he feels… there’s nothing. Just the regular sense of The Pull.

“You’re warning me because of this feeling between us? You came looking for me because of it.”

You shake your head growing more frustrated as all you want to do is head back before Mike and the others see you out here.

“I don’t have time to explain myself. You have to get your people and go far away from here. Don’t come back.”

Nick’s eyes widen as he realises you have no intention of staying with him.

“But… you have to come with me. When I left earlier, after I saw you, it felt like my heart was being-“

“It doesn’t matter.” You say quickly, all too familiar with that pain. “I can’t come. I won’t go with you. But I don’t want you to die either so, please, leave.”

Nick is staring at you incredulously.

“I can’t do that.”

You actually growl from your frustration with him.

“Why!?”

“Because,” Nick says as he steps closer. You take a large step away from him. You can’t risk him getting too close, having him touch you. You don’t know what will happen.

“I just found you. I can’t walk away!” he continues.

“Then run! Drive! Fucking skip for all I care! If you stay, you die. Not that I care-“

“That’s a lie.” Nick cuts you off quickly. “Soulmates need each other. Hearts literally break when they lose one another. So why… why are you denying this?”

You swallow nervously and look at the truck. You could just get back in and drive away, but what if he follows? You have a feeling he would. He seems the type. Reckless and stubborn.

“I… it’s complicated.”

You say, and you hate how pathetic that sounds.

“‘It’s Complicated’ used to be a Facebook status.” Nick quips. “Tell me the truth. Why run from me?”

“I’m not!”

“Then what are you running from!? Or… wait… what are you going back to?”

You clench your jaw as Nick slowly starts to put the pieces together in his head.

“You have someone-“

“No.”

“A boyfriend? Fiancé?”

“No! No one!”

“Your home then, your community. You’re worried this would cause a problem. Conflict? But maybe it could help solve the bad blood between us! Two soulmates who find each other on opposites sides-“

“This isn’t bloody Romeo and Juliet, Nick!”

He grins and it makes you want to slap the beautiful smile off his face.

“You’re hardly Juliet sweetheart.”

You snarl, your anger beginning to erupt. Why won’t he just listen! Why make this so complicated!

“Whatever! Just get in your car and drive away Romeo!”

Nick laughs and it’s almost like he’s enjoying this.

“Oh the universe is truly a bitch. I didn’t think I’d find my soulmate because I didn’t deserve one. But maybe I do. It’s ironic that she would hate me, a poetic kind of punishment I guess…”

Your expression eases but doesn’t soften as you listen to him ramble. Hate? You didn’t hate him…

“Why would you be punished?” you ask, your senses on alert in case this was the part where he confesses to being a serial killer or something.

Nick shrugs again.

“If you got to know me, you’d understand.”

You shake your head again with a weary sigh.

“You don’t listen do you.”

Nick steps forward again and this time the light moves so he’s back in the shadows with you.

“I could… but you’d need to actually tell me something for me to hear it. Something besides “run away” because that isn’t happening.”

You swear at him and he smirks.

“We don’t have time. Your people will be killed.”

Nick rubs his hand over the back of his neck and it finally seems to dawn on him, he has other responsibilities. Other people to protect.

“When are your people attacking?”

“They’re leaving the ranch around midnight, so probably by the early hours of the morning. Before sunrise though.”

“Element of surprise, cover of darkness. They’re smart.”

“And well armed. So will you listen to me now?”

Nick stares at you for a few seconds and you almost believe he’d let his people risk being slaughtered instead of going back to warn them.

“Fine.”

You blink at him.

“Fine?”

“That’s what I said. I’ll go back. I’ll warn them.”

“And you’ll run? You can’t fight back, it’ll be a bloodbath.”

“Look I can’t promise anything… we have some stubborn members of our group and they might not take the truce being broken well-“

“The truce isn’t broken. It’s just a small group-“

“Still breaking the truce. Still disobeying your leader, right?”

You bite your tongue. Jeremiah wasn’t their “leader” officially but he was as good as.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess. So what? You’ll go back and they’ll try to defend themselves?”

Nick shrugs again.

“If they think it’s more beneficial than running.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’m getting a damn headache.”

For some reason this amuses Nick.

“Head rub?”

Your look at him is deadly and he sniggers.

“Joking. Lighten up. Look, I’ll go back and do what I can to stop anymore death. But I can’t promise anything. We lost people. The guy who was in charge came at us like a demon. We didn’t stand a chance…”

Your stomach twists as Nick talks about Troy.

“You want revenge?”

Nick’s expression blanks out and you recognise the perfectly controlled mask on his face. You’d used it yourself before.

“Me? No. But there are those who do.”

“Then convince them their lives aren’t worth it. Tonight is not their night to die. Please… no more death.”

Your voice breaks as you finish your sentence and Nick tilts his head at you. You look away, hating that you’d let some vulnerability slip through.

“Who’d you lose?”

You take a slow breath and shake your head.

“Doesn’t matter. Just… do what you can. And if you can’t save them… save yourself at least.”

Nick looks like he wants to say more. He looks pained.

“Can I… see you again?”

It’s almost laughable. Like a schoolboy asking out his crush. You place your hand on the door of the truck and grip it tight as you give him a firm “no” and turn away before you can see the look on his face.

You slide into your truck and slam the door, locking it before turning in the engine. This was for the best. You didn’t know what else to do. There had been some mistake and maybe Nick had another soulmate out there somewhere too? You hoped so… you didn’t want him to be in pain.

You hear a tap at the window and you look over to see Nick still standing there, motioning for you to wind it down. You do, only a few inches so you can hear him speak.

Nick pauses as he looks you over before speaking.

“It’s him, isn’t it.”

You frown and Nick elaborates.

“The guy who attacked us. The one who was hurt. He’s why you won’t stay with me.”

You feel your stomach drop. Your hands clench on the wheel as you grit your teeth.

“His name is Troy.”

“Troy…” Nick repeats and you hear the sadness and disappointment in his voice. “Well, you must love him a lot to choose him over your soulmate.”

You avoid his eyes still and stare straight ahead until the light from his car burns your eyes.

Nick continues.

“… I hope he makes it, for your sake. And… I want you to know it wasn’t me. I didn’t hurt him.”

You nod, not that it would have mattered. As much as you loved Troy you could understand he’d made a choice that led to his own injuries. Even if he’d done it to protect you… you hated that the blood that had been spilt was on your hands too now.

“I have to go,” you say emptily and put the truck into reverse.

Nick steps back just in time to save his foot being run over as you reverse and turn, glancing back to see his shadow in the headlights as you drive back home. Back to Troy. Back to where your heart felt complete as you tried to ignore how it felt as if you’d just left a piece of it in the darkness behind you…

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Been a while since I did art on actual paper!

[noemitenshi]

Summary: In a world without zombies Troy finds a different purpose.

Excerpt

His father laughed in his face.

“Look at you,” he groused, “You think you are something now? Just because you got a few bucks to your name, huh? You walk out that door, you don’t ever come back.”

Troy had expected that. Of course he had. His father didn’t take kindly to any sign of his sons independence. Nor did he appreciate being blindsided like this. Maybe if Troy had begged and bartered like Jake had when he’d went off to college it would’ve been differently. Wouldn’t make his father feel insignificant.

But then, this wasn’t about his father. For once, this was about Troy.

[otto-troy]

Welcome to another episode of how drunk is my dad:

Meanwhile, Dwight and I:

[johnmurphysgirl]

Chris AU Oneshot: Alive

Please don't use or share my work without credit.

You could at least let your appetite reflect it.

The words ring around Chris' brain in a cacophony of sound. The seventeen year old could only stare down his father blankly, equally surprised and afraid, but the words wouldn't come. He can't admit it. He can't admit that he does feel it, but this is the world now. They have to adapt and overcome. If Travis couldn't understand… Chris knows well enough to not delude himself into thinking Brandon and Derek wouldn't kill him just because Chris asked them. They'd kill Travis, and then Chris would be alone. Without approval. And without a father. 

He couldn't – no, he won't let that happen. If Chris hadn't shot James, then they could have all been killed. He did what he had to do. Yet, that doesn't keep his mind from spinning in circles when Chris decided to ditch his father. If his mother would have known Travis would only bring him down, then he has no doubts that she'd side with him now. Right? 

Goddamn you, Chris!! 

The last words his father said to him almost made him jump out of the truck. Almost. Instead, they scream at him, and beg him, but Chris couldn't allow himself to care. They're better off without him. Now, Travis has no excuse but to run back to Madison, gis perfect girlfriend, and forget he ever had a biological son. They could focus on Nick's drama, and perfect Alicia instead of looking at him like he's some kind of monster destined to destroy their lives. 

Chris stares off into the distance, replaying the look of betrayal in Travis' eyes, before he shakes them off. The look of disgust, the disappointment. None of it matters now. Besides, he can't turn back now. He's been gone for an hour, and Travis probably wouldn't be there if he went back. 

"Hey, buddy. You gonna keep staring off at your old man like a sad little puppy, or do you wanna drive?" Brandon shouts over the loud music blasting from the radio.  

Chris turns to face him with a wide grin, long gone were the thoughts about his father, and if he had made the right choice. 

"Hell yeah, I wanna drive." 

Chris tries not to let his anxiety show; after all, he's only ever driven once. In fact, it was just a few days ago with Travis. Not now, he thinks, and instead slips into the driver's seat. Derek, having been kicked to the back by the tailgate, sits with a grumpy looking face, but Chris blocks that out, too. He can barely focus as is with the music. It's too distracting; it takes his mind off Travis, yes, but it also takes his mind away from the road.

It's exhilarating. Speeding down the seemingly empty countryside. Mexico is beautiful, Chris decides. It's too bad his only memories here are of death and destruction. 

"So," Chris calls over the music, glancing over at Brandon out of the corner of his eye. "What happens when we get to your safe haven in San Diego?" 

Brandon turns to look at Chris with a mischievous grin, although that was lost on Chris; if he had just taken his eyes off the road, he would have seen the scheming look in Brandon's eyes. If, if, if, but he hadn't. 

"Just drive man." Brandon chuckles. "You'll see it when we get there." 

Chris nods. It is plausible. Besides, Chris doesn't really wanna push his luck. If something were to go wrong, he'd be alone. He'd have nothing and nobody. He has to trust in this. To believe it will all work out, and to have faith. The result if it isn't is too catastrophic to dwell on. 

He takes his eyes off the road for only a second. Just a second. It's amazing how long a second could feel like, as if Chris is an outsider looking in. The second was all it took for everything to go to hell, when Brandon grabs the wheel, jerking it out of Chris' hand; grabbing Chris' head and slamming it into the steering wheel. Blood pours from his now broken nose, when Brandon lets go of the wheel altogether. 

One second. 

His surprised yell gets lost in the wind. 

One second. 

The truck's brakes squeal as he slams on them, but it's too late. He can't control it. 

One second. 

Chris watches helplessly, screaming, as the truck wraps itself around a tree; it doesn't stop. It flips and rolls, bringing Chris' body to fly out of his seat and back in it again, and again, each time the truck rolls. He can't hear anything. He knows he's screaming, but it sounds foreign even to his own ears. 

One second. 

That was all it took for Chris' world to crash down around him. Time seemingly stands still, as shock courses through his veins as he's thrown out of his seat again, collapsing through the windshield, bloody and broken. His eyes close involuntarily, blinking continuously to stay awake, but it's no use. 

Dad was right. 

— — — — — 

Chris comes to in a blaze of fire. The horrendous smoke fills his lungs and nostrils, and a strong sweet smell he can't exactly identify. Antifreeze, his muddled brain thinks, but he can't focus. Ash covers his body where he lay only ten feet away from the burning inferno; the truck. 

Brandon and Derek are gone. 

They left him. Defenseless. With nothing but the soot covered clothing on his back and a bruised and battered body. He blinks back the tears filling his eyes as he struggles to his feet, pain surrounding him like a fence of determination. Desperation had never felt so angry. 

They will pay. 

From the ashes, I rise. 

[frangipanilove]

“Bird/Rebirth” symbolism from TWDDD 1x2 Alouette

To get it out of the way, we’re talking about episode 1x2 here, or 102 if you want to format it that way. I’m mentioning it because...

...as we've talked about for years, the hands on the clock behind Beth as she wakes up (rebirth/resurrection symbolism) points to the TEN and the TWO. Or in other words, the 10 and the 2, as in 102. Or as in “episode 1x2”. Neither the audience nor the characters knew anything about Beth’s whereabouts at that point, she might as well have been dead.

But of course she wasn’t. Because where Beth, in 5x8 Slabtown, was protected by the Bird symbolism from her encounter with the Blue Heron painting from 4x12 Still...

...Lily wasn't. TWDDD 1X2 was the episode where she died.

...or that's how you could put it for simplicity’s sake. It's not entirely correct though, the reality is a bit more complex.

As we saw, Isabelle sang an old lullaby, “Alouette”, to calm Lily down before giving birth. “Alouette” is French for lark, and “Lark" is a bird.

In other words, the Bird symbolism actually WAS present in Laurent's birth scene, it just didn't apply to Lily. Instead, it protected her child.

(Let's also not forget that Lark was Madison's (from FTWD) Padre name, and Madison "resurrected" after being thought to have perished in the fire (Sirius symbolism) at the Diamond Stadium)

And in the words of Pere Jean: "It's a miracle".

A live baby, born from a dead woman. That's what I'd call major "resurrection/rebirth” symbolism.

Let's talk about how this is how we know the rebirth/ resurrection symbolism is also intertwined with the Sirius symbolism. As I constantly keep talking about, Sirius symbolism means return/resurrection/rebirth because it originates from the astronomical event that occurs when Sirius the Dog Star returns to the night sky after having disappeared for some time. And "Sirius" symbolism in the TWDU is often represented by the prescence of "fire" in some way, shape or form, because Sirius the Dog Star got its name from Greek "Seiros", which means "glowing", "scorching".

And how do we know baby Laurent is covered by Sirius symbolism?

"Welcome, Laurent"...

Here are few fun facts about Saint Laurent (Lawrence in English), who we now know baby Laurent is named after:

Here he is, looking fierce in the face of fire:

Oh, by the way, Saint Laurent/Lawrence is often referred to as "Saint Laurent/Lawrence of Rome"...

Isn't that an interesting coincidence? Because we all remember this...

As I've written about in countless posts over the years, Beth is a Sirius character, look at her face, she's no stranger to lighting stuff on fire!

Au contraire, this is the face of someone VERY comfortable around fire (at least from a symbolism standpoint). Look how exited she is over the thought of burning shit down:

And finally, let's appreciate the Bird symbolism that was permeating the final minutes of 4x12 Still, along with all the Sirius (fire) symbolism and the references to Rome...

Enjoy this "wolf" reference against a backdrop of ravaging flames...

Finally, I think this is a good time to remind everyone of the ongoing filming in and around the Louvre this week...

...because it sure is a tremendous coincidence that the name "Louvre" possibly could be a reference to...

…a wolf's den.

Yup! The name “Louvre” is by many thought to be a reference to a wolf's hunting den.

It's almost as if the Louvre is precisely where the “wolf” would be comimg "home" to, or something...

I'm sure there will be a party if/when that happens...

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[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

WIP Title tag Game!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagged by the lovely @lancedoncrimsonwings

No pressure tag: @mrsarnasdelicious and @themuselesswriter{cause I like to bug you 😘}

If you want to send an ask, consider yourself tagged and join in!

Haha so most of my WIPs are edits...so I'm doing those instead of like works of writing (Cause I don't think you guys wanna hear all the papers that are a WIP for Uni lol)

Troy x Serena edit to Exile by Taylor Swift

This edit is one of my fave current WIPs, cause well it's one of my fave ships but also it's playing an a Soulmate AU for the both of them which I really like cause yes, Troy and Lyn are soulmates in every universe and I'll die on that hill! It also means I get to mess around with their faceclaims in different eras which is also a lot of fun!

General edit for FTWD Women

This is just a fun general edit for women of Fear the Walking Dead, mainly Sherry, Serena, Grace and June cause they are really my faves! And FTWD women deserve more credit, and Serena is on there cause well, I love her if you haven't noticed lol. I really like this edit cause I'm using more coloring and different transitions and just trying other things with editing.

Troy Otto edit to Who's Afraid of Little Old Me by Taylor Swift

Yes another Troy edit because I love him and I love editing him. I heard Taylors new album and a lot of the songs went down in my notebook for future edits. But this certain song just screamed Troy for me, and I really wanted to highlight his transition from season 3 Troy to season 8 Troy.

General edit for FTWD Men

Literally the same as the FTWD women edit, but its gonna be Dwight, Troy, Morgan and John. I'm just excited cause they need more love.

Clarenzo edit

More Clarice and Lorenzo edits, because YES, the one I am currently outlining is Clarenzo loml by Taylor Swift

Lynesse and Alicent edit, to I miss you, I'm sorry

An edit concerning an sister Hightower OC of Alicent and it's full of pain because ✨I can✨

Sherry and Serena edit to Maneater

These two are my favorite character friends!! I love them so much, getting shit done while their husbands...either cause a mess (Troy) or try to clean up a mess and cause a bigger mess (Dwight lol). But yeah, they'e awesome and they are total maneaters.

[ftwdb]

Don't Say Go

Chapter 19

Summary: Soulmates find each other through what is known as The Pull. A sense within a persons body that their soulmate is within reach that guides them to find them. You find yourself following this Pull, guided by vague dreams of a man you can't quite see, until you collapse in the wild and are found by Troy, your soulmate, who has been following the same feeling toward you for days.

Once connected soulmates are able to share emotions through their bond, as well as being able to sense where the other is. But how this force works is very much a mystery still, it can vary from soulmate to soulmate, and just sometimes a connection too deep can lead twist a bond from something beautiful to, well...

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut. Love triangle.

You made it back to the ranch undetected and spent the rest of the night curled up beside Troy in the med tent. You didn’t sleep, constantly listening for noise. Voices or gunfire, the truck’s engines. But nothing came. You were just about fading into sleep as the sun began to rise when Troy made a sound, his eyes flickering open.

“Troy?” you say, hopefully.

His blue eyes find you and his lips twitch in a smile.

“I’ll get Jake—“

His hand grabs yours, he must have used all his strength to keep you beside him.

“No. Not yet. Stay.”

You hesitated, scared that something could go wrong. But as his eyes focused on yours you couldn’t resist, sensing his need for you. You lay back down beside him, looking him in the eye and speaking gently.

“What were you thinking huh?”

Troy doesn’t need to ask what you mean.

“Kept you safe…” he says weakly.

You shake your head.

“Not like that. Please. Never like that again.”

Troy looks confused, his brow furrowing before he winces with the pain in causes in his head.

“Have to. Do anything…”

You sigh, understanding the feeling. Remembering your own rage and desperation when you’d seen him brought in covered in blood and unmoving.

You gently run a hand through his curls, avoiding the parts that were clumped with his blood. You sigh.

“I know. I know.”

He closes his eyes, his lips turning up as he makes a low sound in his throat. Then he says something so quiet you’re sure you hadn’t heard him right and lean closer, your heart pounding.

“What… what did you say?”

His eyes open slowly, foggy but focused on your face.

“Marry me.”

It wasn’t a question. Your heart pounds. It was an inevitability. You stare.

“Marry… you?”

Troy smirks.

“You gonna say no?”

You shake your head.

“Of course not… but… you’re injured and probably concussed and it’s the end of the world anyway, who gets married in the apocalypse? Does marriage even mean anything anymore? Does it matter what denomination we are or can we just make up whatever we want—“

Somehow Troy had found the strength to lift his head and kiss you, until he fell back against the pillow looking green.

“Bad idea. Gonna puke.”

“Shit,” you grab a bowl and prepare to help him. “Well, if that wasn’t the most romantic proposal ever…”

You watch as Troy sucks in a deep breath, steeling himself against the urge to vomit. His hand presses to his bandaged head and the IV in his arm tugs awkwardly. He grunts and pulls it out in frustration.

“Don’t-“ You try and stop him but he’s already groaning again. “I’m getting Jake—“

“Already here.” Jake’s voice is cutting as you turn and see him striding over, rolling up his sleeves. You feel his eyes chastise you for not fetching him sooner.

“He just woke up.”

Jake ignores you and immediately checks Troy’s vitals. Even though he looks like crap Troy smirks at his big brother.

“Did I have you worried?”

Jake’s expression is grim, “You always have me worried, little brother.”

“That I do Jakey. That I do.”

You watch as Jake does his work, moving off the bed even when Troy looks at you longingly. Jake grumbles under his breath, you can’t hear him but Troy chuckles at whatever he says.

“Can I do anything?”

Jake gives you a dark look.

“You can stay right there, so I know where you are.”

Your heart drops. Did he know where you'd gone last night?

You look down at your feet hoping Troy wasn’t able to pick up on the tension, but of course he could sense your anxiety growing by the second.

“What is it?” He asks, gently at first. When you don’t answer he turns to Jake, practically barking at him. “What happened?”

Jake shakes his head.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re on leave from your duties until further notice.”

Troy somehow manages to go an even paler shade of pale.

“What? The hell I am—!”

“Dad’s orders.” Jake snaps back.

You watch the brothers argue, shifting awkwardly on the spot with nothing to do or distract you until you speak up uncertainly.

“It’s just until he heals, right?”

Jake’s expression says it all and Troy’s eyes go dark. “Where is he? Where’s Dad? I can talk to him—“

Jake pressed a hand to Troy’s shoulder and pushes him back on the bed when Troy tries to get up. You move forward to put a reassuring hand on Troy’s arm as you look at Jake in confusion.

“Why would Jeremiah do that?”

Jake’s eyes snap to yours and you can see what he is thinking, can see his surprise that you’d even need to ask after Troy had gone off on a group of survivors who hadn't provoked them. You look away, ashamed slightly. You’d forgotten that what you and Troy might see as necessities for survival - no matter how brutal - still crossed the line for some people.

Thankfully Troy seemed too agitated to sense your feelings about the situation as he was trying to get off the bed again, knocking everything askew as his limbs flailed with an uncharacteristic lack of coordination.

“Troy! Please, settle down!” You handle him much more gently than Jake who looks like he is tempted to knock Troy unconscious again.

“He can’t do this!” Troy snaps. “The Militia is mine! He can’t take it away from me!”

Jake curses and slams Troy back on the bed. You jump back, surprised by Jake’s aggression as he gets in Troy’s face. “Of course he can! After what you pulled! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

You stare at Jake, realising you were missing something here. Troy merely stares at his big brother for a moment before his mouth curls in a snarl.

“There he is. Jeremiah Junior. You’re more like dad than you want people to see.”

You frown at that, sensing the tension building between them. Feeling something in Troy… something mixed in with his anger and resentment.

Sadness?

Pain?

You press a hand on Jake’s shoulder, your eyes set.

“Let me see to Troy. Go get some air.”

You knew he didn’t have to obey you. You had no authority and you were just a scrap of a thing yourself, barely recovered from almost dying of malnutrition and exposure. But Jake scoffed and stormed away, the flap to the tent whipping out dramatically around him. You look down at Troy.

“You wanna tell me what that was about.”

Troy grunts and relaxes slightly, his body still exuding tension.

“Just… brother stuff.”

“You can’t lie to me,” you sit down beside him again and gently boop his nose. “I can feel it.”

Troy raises an eyebrow, calling your bluff.

“Ok so maybe not exactly. But I can tell there’s something you’re hiding…”

Troy looks away from you, his expression difficult to read and his emotions even more so. It was like trying to grab hold of something in a wind tunnel, one feeling after the other flying around you. You couldn’t get a grip on what was going on. And yet all that betrayed his inner turmoil was the tension of his mouth and the narrowing of his eyes. You lean down and kiss his cheek, gently.

“Let me go and get a fresh bandage for your head. Then we can talk.”

Troy’s hand snaps out an grabs your own. Your left hand. His eyes travel up your arm and to your face as his thumb gently strokes your ring finger.

“You didn’t answer.” Troy says quietly.

You hesitate.

“I didn’t know if you meant it…”

Troy’s eyes fix on you and you feel your chest expand with emotion, all consuming, needy, desperate and wanting…

Troy’s feelings.

“I never say something I don’t mean.”

He tells you this as he tugs you closer. You lean over him, confused by his sudden change in mood. He’d gone from angrily cursing his father to… this. Looking at you like you were the last sip of water in the desert.

“I… Troy, is it something you really want?”

His eyes are glued on yours and you can tell he is also picking through your emotions. You chew your lip, hoping he won’t be offended by your reluctance. Your doubts. Because they weren’t about him. Not at all…

“What are you afraid of?” Troy asks as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

You take a long breath as you try and figure out how to answer.

“I just never thought marriage really mattered… especially with a soulmate. I’m already yours, right? And you’re mine?” You try not to think about Nick. About the confusing feeling in your heart and gut that you were desperately trying to suppress.

Troy regards you curiously for a moment and you focus on your feelings for him. The sense of safety and belonging he gives you. He seems to relax.

“You are. And I am.”

You smile.

“I’m not saying no… just… it doesn’t mean more to me than just being with you as we are. But if marriage is something you want, that you need… then I’ll say yes. Always yes, Troy.”

His face breaks into a smile you’d never seen on him before.

“You will?”

You could laugh at the sudden boyishness about him.

“Yes Troy. I will… or I do. Whatever it is people say now.”

You’re pulled down to kiss him, trying not to fall against him in his injured state but Troy doesn’t seem to care. He’s all wild tongue and teeth and hands in your hair, holding on tight as you try to keep from passing out from lack of air. Eventually he relents and you’re able to sit up, head spinning slightly.

“Whoa…”

He sniggers at your reaction.

“Still got it, even half-dead.”

You slap his chest playfully.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” Troy’s expression softens as he looks at you, all flustered and pink cheeked now. “You’re beautiful, have I told you that before?”

You feel your cheeks colour, “You're concussed.”

Troy’s lips are a wonky smile.

"Yeah, but I'm right."

You shake your head and sigh.

"I am not arguing with an invalid."

Troy makes a face.

"Don't call me that. You might as well say I'm impotent."

You feel your cheeks flush, knowing he just doesn't like being injured and feeling like he wasn't useful. Troy seems to catch your embarrassment and his lips twitch.

"Something on your mind?"

You make sure to keep your expression blank when you reply.

"Of course not. Not at all. Why?"

"No reason. Except I can feel what your thinking."

You curse the bond you share for a moment before you remember what you had learned about your connection through The Pull.

"Troy... you know that this thing we share isn't... normal. Right?"

Troy watches you for a moment before shrugging.

"So?"

You look at him with surprise as he settled himself more comfortably on the bed, looking tired again.

"You knew?"

"I think we should talk about this later. Not here. Not now."

You nod.

"Okay..." You watch as Troy closes his eyes. "Are you in pain? Shall I get you something?"

He nods slowly, a hand reaching out for you. When you take it he tugs you toward him gently.

"Just... stay with me for a while."

You settle on the edge of the bed beside him as he lays with his eyes closed. After a few moments you start to softly run your hands through the curls on his head, pausing when he makes a noise in his throat. One eye opens and he smirks.

"Don't stop."

You smile back.

"Only because you're hurt. Don't expect me to be so nice all the time."

Troy chuckles as he tilts he head toward you more.

"Noted. I'll milk this moment for all its worth then. Do I get a sponge bath too?"

You're glad his eyes are closed as you feel your cheeks heat up. You tug his hair slightly harder as a warning for him not to get too cheeky. Troy grins.

"I like that."

Oh Jesus.

"Just.. get some rest."

"Yes, ma'am."

You sigh and continue to run your fingers through his hair until you're sure he's asleep. When he's breathing deeply you pause, looking around and listening for approaching footsteps. When you hear nothing you lean forward and rest your cheek on his chest, closing your own eyes and listening to the steady beat of his heart. The sound brings you comfort, a sense of calm. You close your eyes. This was where you belonged, no matter what was going on with Nick and The Pull. It must have been a fluke. A rare mistake somehow.

Troy was your soulmate.

This was home.

Right?

[happyvoltz]

helloooo you called some of your trick doodles 8b (Im obsessed with them btw)? what's that short for???

8b as in the latter 6 episodes of season 8, kinda like how twd season 11 was released as a b and then c or how ftwd s5-7 are split into an a/b format :p when i say 8b trick it’s just my au where nick and troy are together in season 8

[rpersearch]

About Me:

I am 18+ and will only write with partners who are also 18+

Willing to double as any gender, any pairing, any fandom

Prefers writing male characters in male x female relationships (will do AxA when doubling)

Enjoys romance and action in my stories

Laid-back, communicative. I will not ghost you!

Flexible writer, quality posts: post length varies depending on the plot and the post, but my typical range is 1-3+ paragraphs

Attempts to reply every 1-2 days, but will let you know about any unintended absences

Prefers third-person

Willing to play canon characters and original characters

Prefers long-term stories

Most of all, I enjoy writing and collaborating. I consider myself easy to get along with and being able to bring my writing partner joy with each reply is something that drives my passion for this hobby!

Fandoms:

Seeking partners who are willing to play a canon female character. I have plots, pairings, and ideas for each fandom that I list here.

I am not picky. I will not be upset if you do not portray the character with 100 percent accuracy. Please, do not expect that there will be pressure to be perfect. I enjoy it when my partner adds their own twist, anyway

Willing to double and play as anyone you want in return!

Canon characters that I am seeking a partner to play will be listed under the fandom

All characters 18+

Game of Thrones (I know HoTD as well)

Sansa Stark

Daenerys Targaryen

DC

Supergirl(CW's Arrowverse)

Wonder Woman (live-action film)

MCU

Kate Bishop

The 100

Clarke Griffin

Raven Reyes

Lexa

The Walking Dead/Fear The Walking Dead

Alicia Clark

Enid

Maggie Greene

Nancy Drew (CW TV show)

Nancy Drew

Riverdale

Betty Cooper

The Lost World (1999 TV series)

Veronica Layton

Note: Alicia Clark from FTWD is my biggest craving. Even if you don't know her, I'd be open to a zombie apocalypse AU based in the TWD world where your character has Alicia's face claim.

Please react if interested. Thanks for your time!

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[noemitenshi]

Unlovable - A Troy Otto x OC AU Imagine

This story takes place years before FTWD s3 - also goes off canon very early:

Troy's mother dies when he's still a teenager

Jake fucks off to college during that time. Jeremiah also isn't any help

With Tracy's death (and having had no help during all of it - and probably had to go through ridicule on top of it. Can't imagine the funeral was nice either, Jeremiah was probably drunk and mean) Troy decides he's had enough and leaves the ranch (maybe he goes to his step-aunt who he has a somewhat ok relationship with (meaning, he saw her maybe once or twice and she wasn't mean to him).

He manages to get into school and turns out when he's not around his shitty family he's actually pretty good at it (both at making friends and also he's a quick study and has fun learning things). Good enough to get into college where he meets his girlfriend (Ri).

Ri knows he has some trouble with his immediate family, but Troy never talks about it so she doesn't know what had happened (she also doesn't know Troy as anyone else but a pretty charming guy who makes friends easily and is fun to hang around

At some point Jake reaches out to Troy; Jeremiah is dying.

Troy decides to go back to say goodbye (maybe he's being encouraged by both his step aunt and Ri to do that)

He takes Ri with him to the ranch (or she offers and he's not 100% convinced this is a good idea but also he doesn't feel too good going back there and the prospect of having someone with him that's unequivocally on his side is a good one, so)

His girlfriend is very interested in his childhood bedroom of course - and Troy leaves her there to talk to jake or jeremiah or so

She's a curious little thing so she looks through his stuff, of course, nothing in depth, just opening drawers and looking at what kind of things he has and then she moves to his wardrobe and looks at teen-troy's clothes and that's when she finds it

a jacket that spells 'unlovable' on its back

she stares at it, startled. This doesn't seem like Troy's style at all (at least not the Troy she knows).. and she does know things weren't good at his home and so she has the growing suspicion that that word 'unlovable' has something to do with it, that this jacket isn't just a fashion statement but something 'more'. Something bad maybe even. But she doesn't know. She hopes she's overreacting of course, that this jacket is maybe some kind of joke, that when she asks Troy later about it he'll laugh it off and have a cute charming story about it

When Troy comes into the room and sees her with the jacket in hand he freezes. That's her first clue that she was very wrong with her hope of this being harmless. Then his face blanks in a way she is unfamiliar with and a cold shiver moves down her back "Where did you find this?" he asks and his voice is devoid of any emotion too. How strange to hear it like that when he's normally bursting with emotions. She only manages a headnod towards the wardrobe. Then she finds her voice again, though it's thin, so thin. "Troy… baby, why did you have this?" His face does something complicated, like an aborted grimace or a pained snarl. He doesn't want to talk about it, like he never wants to talk about his homelife. But Ri can't stop thinking 'unlovable', can't stop imagining that this was what he'd felt, living here with his family, and she needed to know. Needed to know whether this was the truth, whether this was what he'd went through, or whether she was just making things up. God, let this just be her overactive imagination. Troy scowled, refusing to answer. "Talk to me. Please, Troy. Tell me this is just some silly little joke." and she clutches the jacket tighter in her hands. "Oh, it's a joke, alright," Troy grounds out. And then he tells her the whole story, how the joke was on him. How he was the black sheep in his family, how everyone expected only the worst of him, how his dad was always disappointed in him and his brother was always annoyed with him and how not even his mother could love him. How he'd been so convinced that there was something wrong with him, because his family had been so convinced of it. How everyone on the ranch knew it. How Jake made fun of Troy among his friends, his girlfriends. And how one girlfriend had thought it especially funny to get him this very jacket, the jacket that spelled out what everyone thought of him. That he was less, not enough. Something so wrong with him that he was simply unlovable.

The more Ri listens to him, the angrier she gets, and the more her conviction grows that she needs to absolutely make sure Troy does not believe this. That he knows his family had been dead wrong. That Jake's (ex?) girlfriend could suck it. All these emotions swirled in her, building up and up all the while he talked and when he was done she had the intense urge to do something about it (and words didn't seem nearly enough; what could one say to that?!). And so she decided on actions, dropping all her clothes while troy watched her, blinking, and slipping the jacket on. Then she proceeded to show him just how loved he was.

[blvckqwz]

LOST KIDS (c.g. x oc)

infos

📖: lost kids (also on quotev and ao3)

💌: carl grimes

👥: isabelle dixon

✍️: blvckqwz

📺: twd

storyline from season 4 to season 10

chapter will follow the canon storyline but not each episode

au where carl gets out the prison alone after the governor attack

and where carl lives

faceclaim

younger isabelle as dakota from ftwd

older isabelle as nancy wheeler from st

adult isabelle as alicia clark from ftwd

FIRST CHAPTER OUT THIS WEEK

[resi1ients]

──  * 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝟏𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : an independent, private & selective multi muse. featuring characters from ftwd/tlou, s3x education, the hunger games, house of the dragon and more. please make sure you read through my rules & muse list before following or attempting to interact. mature and dark themes will be present and explored in my writing so please be aware of this! loved & adored by indi ( she/her, aest, 21+, uses beta)

single muse side blogs : 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖞

muses + rules under the cut (under co.)

──  * muses :

── * 𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐒 s3x education, canon compliant + hc influenced ── * 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 originally ftwd, est. 2015. written as an oc, main verse tlou, modern verse heavy ── * 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 daria, fc: beanie feldstein, canon divergent ── * 𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 adventure time / fionna & cake, canon compliant, fc: samantha aucoin ── * 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 thg, fc: christian serratos, book & film based but heavily hc influenced ── * 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍 thg, fc: courtney eaton, book & film based but heavily hc influenced ── * 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐑 adventure time, fc: lizeth selene, hc influenced ── * 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 hotd. younger & older verses available, primarily older verse, hc influenced ── * 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 the owl house, fc: barbie ferreira, canon compliant

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don't be a dick

i'm mostly slow activity and a lot of shit posts

respect my portrayals

multi's are welcome

crossovers encouraged

triggers will be tagged as 'trigger //'

low activity + discord writing prioritised

GENERAL RULES: general roleplay etiquette like no godmoding,  reblog from source unless it's something i tagged you in. my activity fluctuates. feel free to dm me and or ask for my discord which is always available for mutuals!

CONTENT: themes like drug use, addiction, murder, violence ect. will be present due to the nature of the fandoms i write. i’ll do my best to tag triggers as ‘tw trigger’.

i will not tolerate any of the following: racism, homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, ableism and whorephobia.

WRITING: formatting wise i use BETA editor with xkit rewritten, minimal formatting just small text and occasionally gifs usually, sometimes icons. i don’t care how you format, just please cut your posts! 

SHIPPING & NSFW: i love ships! BUT i will only ship on the basis of writing chemistry and priority will always go to queer ships! if you’re interested in shipping don’t be scared to ask! i am open to crossovers, AU & canon based threads, i am not just here to ship, i love friendships, family dynamics and other dynamics too! i definitely write smut but i don't prioritise it! if your comfy writing it i'm down but i will also only write smut on discord as that's where i'm most comfy doing so.

[helloalycia]

Dude, have you ever thought of an au where Lexa is in ftwd, like alicia either turning into the lexa persona, or lexa just losing everything and adapting and being who she is in 100 in ftwd, I just find the aspect of her fighting zombies interesting :D

lemme do you one better

doppelgänger!alicia!lexa x reader fic where alicia and reader are dating and it’s set in ftwd, but they come across someone fighting zombies and help them only to realise it’s lexa. everyone is shook but they take her in and lexa starts to fall for reader, alicia gets jealous and reader has never been more confused

i’m such a tease bc i literally just thought of that now and know i don’t have enough story to write with it, but i just had to egg you on 😂