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ftwd-nicky · 7 years ago

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Skinny Love

Pairing: Nick Clark x Reader

Author: @ftwd-nicky

Words: 3672

Author’s Note: So, this was requested by anon and I have changed it up a bit because I didn’t want it to be too long, but nonetheless cute! I really hope you guys end up enjoying it!

Nothing is worse than being separated from the guy you’re hopelessly in love with. It’s been a few weeks since Nick had walked off with the dead, claiming we were the monsters.

Ofelia and Alicia got into the bed of the truck, my feet planted where they were as I saw Nick walking towards us slowly. I stumbled towards him, laying my hands on his arms as tears were streaming down my cheeks. “N-Nick,” I whispered, looking up at him as his eyes gazed down at me.

“You need to go,” Nick muttered, his hands intertwining with mine as my eyes widened, shaking my head.

“Y/N! Nick! Come on, we need to go,” Madison called out, walking towards us. Strand drove slowly behind us, stopping a few feet behind us, light shining twenty feet past us.

“Nick, please, I-I can’t lose you,” I murmured, moving my hands to his cheeks. Nick leans his bloody forehead against mine and my eyes flutter shut.

“Go,” he whispered, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

“Nick, come on. We gotta go,” Madison claimed and he looked at his mother before glancing towards the villa that was currently on fire.

“She was right…” Nick started, looking back at Madison. “We destroy everything.”

“Madison! Y/N! Come on, now!” Strand yelled, infected and angry villa workers making our way towards us. Madison’s lips parted, her eyes filled with sadness as were mine, stepping back towards the truck.

I stared up at Nick, sniffling a bit as he gave me a sad from, rubbing my cheekbone. Strand wrapped his arms around my torso, beginning to bring me back towards the truck. “No! No, I-I can’t leave him. Let me go, let me go!” I yelled, squirming in his arms.

Nick turned around, running towards the mob of infected before slowing down, walking as Strand placed me into the bed of the truck.

I sat in the back of the pickup truck when we drove down the driveway of the villa passing Nick on the way and my eyes trained on Nick as his were on me.

“I’m sorry. I love you, be safe.” He mouthed to me, luckily being able to read his lips. Tears streamed down my face as I lost sight of him, hugging my knees.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, glancing over towards Ofelia as she gave me a sad smile. I just looked back towards where Nick was walking, not seeing anything but the infected limping around.

The five of us stopped at this hotel, getting out of the truck as I hugged my arms, looking up at the large building. I glanced back towards where we came from, frowning a bit as I wish Nick would just walk through those gates and wrap me in his arms.

Ofelia, Alicia, and I went to one of the rooms to stay in while Strand and Madison had gone to the bar area. I sat down on the bed, sighing to myself as I looked out the window. The blue ocean waves crashing into the shore, many infected climbing out onto the beach every once in a while.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Ofelia muttered to the both of us. Alicia must’ve nodded her head because the next thing I hear is the door behind shut.

The bed dipped down next to me, keeping my eyes on the water. An arm came around my shoulder and I glanced towards Alicia, tears pooling in my eyes.

“I know it’s hard,” she muttered, rubbing my back softly. I looked down at my hands, sniffling a bit as I nodded my head.

“I-I just don’t understand what happened. He would’ve never left you or me and now… he’s not even here. He’s out there,” I nodded my head to the outside, “without anyone by his side. I should’ve gone with him.”

“Nick wouldn’t allow that,” Alicia told me and I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t care. I just want to know he’s safe. I need to know that he’s safe,” I cried, not being able to stop the tears that are streaming down my face. Alicia wrapped her arms around me as I begin sobbing into her chest, hugging her tightly. Please be okay…

“If I know my brother, which I like to think I do, he’ll come back. Nick cares about you too much for him to not come back,” she muttered and I picked my head up, looking at her.

“You think so?” I asked and she nodded her head, a small smile on her lips.

“Of course. I know he mouthed something to you as we were leaving. I’m not very good at reading lips so I don’t know what he said, but I’m sure it was something-,”

“I’m sorry. I love you, be safe,” I muttered, cutting Alicia off and her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “That’s what he mouthed to me,” I clarified and her eyes widened, lips parted in surprise.

“He said ‘I love you’? Wow, that’s honestly really surprising,” she mentions and I nodded my head.

“I know. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say that before, to anyone,” I pressed my lips together, smiling softly. I picked at the tips of my fingers, my smile widening as I thought about all the times Nick and I hung out with each other. Our friendship was very touchy… like we always had our hands on each other in some way. It honestly felt like we were a couple most of the time and we’ve gotten compliments from people saying how adorable we were. Although Nick would deny the fact that we were just friends, I liked to think just maybe the two of us could’ve reached that status, but it never happened.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ofelia came out of the bathroom, running a towel through her long hair. “Shower’s free,” she smiled, sitting down on the other bed. Alicia patted my bed before heading into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. “So, were you and Nick-,”

I cut her off before she could even finish the question, “no. W-We weren’t together,” I muttered. I glanced towards her, giving her a small smile as she nodded her head.

“I’m surprised. With the way you two looked at each other I would’ve guessed that the two of you would’ve been together for at least a few years,” Ofelia mentioned, looking at herself in the mirror as I stared at her, my lips parted in shock.

We stayed at this huge ass hotel for about a week. During the week we had found the owners of it while Alicia and I were being attacked by the infected, the result of looking for Ofelia since she just disappeared. People found out that there were survivors here when Madison turned on the lights of the place to see if Travis would come towards it, which he did.

Turns out that Chris wasn’t with Travis and we prayed that he was okay, well Alicia didn’t but Madison and I did. Soon enough the four of us; Travis, Madison, Alicia, and I were kicked out after Travis had basically murdered the two boys that were with Chris after finding out that they ended up shooting him after getting into a severe car accident.

Now we’re on the road again. Heading towards the border to see if there’s a chance we can find Nick. When we reached the border, we were taken in roughly by the military. Us three girls getting into one truck as Travis got into another truck, driving in separate directions.

The three of us girls were brought into what looked an office, an officer leaving us alone as Alicia began pacing the room. Madison looked for some other way to get out, worried for Travis’ safety.

“Anything?” Alicia asked her mother and she shook her head no in response. The teenager sighed, running a hand through her hair as I sat down on the chair, glancing out the window. “What about the ceiling?” She asked.

Madison stood on a chair, pushing the ceiling tile up before letting out a small sigh, “there’s nothing. It doesn’t go anywhere.”

“We shouldn’t have come here,” Alicia muttered, sitting down next to me.

“We had to, ‘Licia,” Madison told her, hands settled on her hips as Alicia rolled her eyes.

“No, we shouldn’t be looking for him, chasing him. It always blows back on us in the end,” she mentioned and I furrowed my eyebrows together. Madison was about to speak when a guy mine and Alicia’s age steps into the room with a journal in his hand, sitting on the desk in front of us.

“Hi, sorry to keep you. My name’s Troy,” he introduced and I rest my elbows on my knees, watching Madison stare at the teenager. “Please, please sit, ma’am.”

I tuned out the conversation, looking back out the window, wondering what Nick is doing at the moment. Wondering if he’s okay. Dead or alive. I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes as negative thoughts filled my mind. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door shut, looking at the two girls.

“He’s going to kill us,” Alicia muttered, my eyes widening, feeling my heart beat a mile a minute.

“No, no. He’s treating us to well,” Madison countered, beginning to look around the room again.

“Why do you think that is?” I asked, earning a shrug from Nick’s mother and I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

The two began arguing as Madison was looking for some sort of weapon in case things go bad. I saw Alicia bend over, pulling the butterfly knife out of her boot, showing her mother. “I hid it in before they took us.”

The three of us heard footsteps and Madison motioned us to hide. Alicia and I hid behind the couch as someone walked in. We came out when we heart grunting, seeing Madison on top of Troy, trying to take him down when he knocks her off. Alicia charged at him with her blade, getting it knocked out of her hand as she was thrust towards the wall. I stood in shock, eyes wide and lips parted as I saw Madison grip the spoon, coming up to Troy from behind, jabbing the spoon in his eye.

I wince, placing my hands over my mouth as she was mumbling to him. I ran over towards Alicia, helping her off the ground making sure she was alright as Madison called back to us, “Go find a running vehicle!”

Alicia and I took off in another direction, sneaking around the base as we saw two vehicles nearby. I looked around for guards as she quietly opened the door, making sure it would when grunting and screaming tore our attention elsewhere.

“What was that?” I asked, glancing towards my friend which she responded with a shrug. She began walking in that direction, seeing a sewage grate as I followed behind her.

“Nick?!” My heart skipped a beat at the name, running over to her, looking into the vent. Oh my god. Below me was Nick, struggling to get an infected off of him, his eyes widening once he noticed I was there.

“Alicia? Y/N?” He called out and I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. Alicia slipped the butterfly knife through the gate, landing near him as a woman took it, stabbing the infected in the back of the head. Nick pushed the infected off of him, his eyes never leaving mine as a pair of arms grabbed me, pulling Alicia and me away.

“No! Let me go, Nick!” I called out, struggling to get free of the soldier’s grip.

“Y/N!” I heard him yell.

Alicia and I were brought to the pit where Madison and Travis were, the couple in a tight embrace. “I found him, Maddie. I found Nick, he’s here.” I heard him whisper to her and her eyes lit up.

“Where is he?” She asked as guards brought Nick and another woman around the corner, Nick fighting the guard's grip. Madison stepped forward, muttering to herself incoherently as my eyes never left Nick’s. “Let him go!”

The guards let him go as he stumbled forward. “Mom,” he mumbled as Madison ran over to him, pulling him into a tight hug. I started to cry again as Alicia stepped forward as well, hugging his sister and mother at the same time. Nick’s eyes met mine as he pulled away from them, stumbling forwards as he reached me. “Y/N,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I cried into his neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” I muttered into the crevice of his neck, my hands going through his hair as Nick lifted me off the ground.

“I’m glad you’re okay, too. I was so worried something might have happened,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the side of my head.

After our reunion, the six of us including the strange woman who was injured was brought to an area where Travis and Madison began to pack some stuff, talking about where we’re going next.

I glanced towards Nick who was currently stroking the hair out of the girls face, a frown forming on my lips. Who the hell is this chick? Her hand was resting against his forearm, squeezing her eyes shut in pain as he comforted her with reassuring words.

I stepped away from them, feeling my heart breaking just a little bit as I sat down on one of the storage crates. I violently wiped the tears from my eyes as Alicia stood in front of me. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” I muttered, staring at the ground, my foot tapping against the concrete. I bit my lip to stop myself from quivering, but fail. A sob escapes my lips, Alicia crouching in front of me as she wrapped her arms around me. “I-I don’t understand, ‘Licia. H-He’s gone for what? A couple weeks or something and he’s already got a girlfriend? What does she have that I don’t?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Y/N/N. I really don’t.” She whispered, rubbing my back softly. Nick came out, glancing at us as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Everything okay?” He asked softly, rubbing his hands together. I glanced up at him, looking away quickly as Alicia sighed, getting up.

Before she could drag him away I spoke up, “who’s she?” I looked towards him as his eyes were already on me, his lips moving but no words come out.

“Uhm, that’s Luciana,” he muttered, stepping towards me. I scrunch my face up, getting up and walking away.

“Infected incoming!” A guard shouted and I glanced around seeing a horde of infected making their way towards us.

“We need to get Luciana on that chopper!” Another Guy my age yelled as Travis and Alicia grabbed her, Madison and Nick taking out some of the infected. I stood still, lost in my thoughts as I just looked around feeling my hands shake slightly.

“We gotta go!” I heard Troy yell, a pair of arms wrapping around my stomach as they carried me towards the truck. I glanced behind me to see Nick carrying me, trying to wriggle out of his grip as he places me in the bed of the ford.

“Let me go,” I muttered, getting out of his grip, sitting towards the tailgate as the truck began to drive out of the base. I could feel Nick’s eyes on me and I looked over for a few seconds, seeing the hurt in them as I looked away. I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at the helicopter as they flew over the mountains.

We arrived at the ranch about a day later, stopping a few times along the way. Madison and Nick sat in the backseat of the truck as I volunteered to sit in the bed of the truck, not wanting to be anywhere near the Nick at the moment.

Troy unexpectedly told us to get out of the truck and the three of us complied, suspiciously. We stood on the outside of the gate, my eyes looking over the ranch, seeing an amount of RV’s and tents all over the grassy plains. I hugged my arms, rubbing the dry skin softly as Madison and Nick were talking about leaving.

“Y/N?” Madison called my name and my gaze turned towards her, humming in response. “Are you okay?” She asked and I nodded my head, my eyes glanced towards her son, his eyes on me as his hands were on his hips.

He let out a sigh, walking over towards me, grabbing my arm before dragging us off so we can talk alone. “What’s going on?” Nick asked once we were out of range for his mother to hear.

“It’s nothing, Nick,” I muttered, trying to walk away when he stops me.

“Obviously there is something, Y/N. Y-You’re never this cold to me,” he mentioned and I looked towards the ground, kicking my feet in the dirt. “Talk to me.”

“Who’s Luciana to you?” I asked bluntly, staring up at him. Nick’s let out a small sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Is this why you’re so upset with me? Because of Lucy?” He asked and I stayed silent, shrugging my shoulders. “She’s something to me…” Nick vaguely cleared up and I scoffed.

“Bullshit. She’s more than just something to you, Nick. While you were with her, I was worried sick about you. I-I didn’t sleep, hell I barely ate. D-Do you know how much you actually mean to me?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You don’t think I was worried about you? Because you’re wrong. I was just as worried about you as you were of me. Y-You mean everything to me, you of all people should know that and I know that I mean a hell of a lot to you as well.” Nick muttered, placing his hands on his head as he walked in a circle.

“Then how come you’re suddenly with another girl?” I asked, becoming a bit angrier as he let out a huff of breath.

“I’m not with her. She got shot when I tried to help her people go to this “refugee camp,” but turned out to be a fucking military base who do human experiments.” He explained and I tilted my head to the side, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

“Human experiments? What do you mean?” I asked.

Nick showed me his hand, revealing a number on it. I gently grabbed it, running my hand through the ink as he spoke, “Troy and his little minions would test how long it took people to turn. They took us there and we were waiting to be slaughtered. Wanna know something?” He asked and I nodded my head. “While we were waiting, I actually told Lucy about you. Basically everything and she told me she’s never seen someone so in love with somebody before. At first, I thought that was ridiculous since we were best friends, there’s no way we could be in love with each other, but then that changed. When I saw you standing there at the base I couldn’t feel anymore relieved that you were okay. It took a lot of holding back from kissing you,” he muttered, his thumb settling against my cheek, rubbing my cheekbone softly.

“I-,” I stuttered, moving my hands to the jacket he was wearing, gripping it in my hands as I looked over his face.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you speechless,” Nick joked, chuckling a bit as I hit his chest playfully.

“When the guy you’ve been in love with for years tells you he loves you as well… you get a bit speechless,” I mentioned, grinning softly. Nick leaned his forehead against mine, his breath hitting my lips as my own breath hitched in my throat. “I love you too,” I whispered.

He grinned, leaning down to press his lips against mine. I let out a small gasp, eyes fluttering shut as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. Oh god, his lips feel wonderful. His fingers slipped into my hair, pulling me closer to him as mine did the same.

Nick pulled away from me, a wide grin on his lips as he stared down at me. “I realized that I’ve been waiting for years to do that,” he muttered, placing a quick kiss on my lips. Nick let out a small sigh, glancing towards the ranch. “I really don’t want to stay here, but if you’re with me I don’t think it’ll be all that bad.”

I chuckled, shaking my head a bit as Madison called out to us, motioning us to go with her and an old man. Nick grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as we walked into the ranch, people’s eyes staring at us as the elder man gave us a tour of the place.

I glanced up at Nick, his thumb rubbing against the back of my hand his eyes looking all over the place. Any place is better with you.

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impala-imagines · 8 years ago

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Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead Part: One Word Count: 2,788 Characters: Reader, Troy Otto, Reader Gender: I don’t think i’ve said. Warnings: Swearing, zombies. That is about it. Author note: This is based on a request I got for a one shot. I couldn’t help turn this into a fic cause I didn’t feel like they’d just jump into bed with someone, especially someone who had tried to kill them.

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You’d been sat alone in a small room for who knew how long, your head resting against a wall seeing as you’d given up on finding a way out. There was no way out. You were stuck at this post apocalyptic concentration camp until you’d be freed. You just hoped that Alicia and Madison were in a better position than you were right now, you were exhausted but you needed to stay awake, you were alone, defenseless and honestly starting to find yourself rather scared as you sat in the corner of the cold unwelcoming room.

Why did she have to chase Nick? Why did Madison always have to chase him? Part of you understood why, sure. You’d always had feelings for Nick, despite his many flaws. Nick was kind, caring, he made you smile, and he never denied that he had faults. He was rather perfect in your eyes. But then he walked away, he looked at the group as they begged him to come and just walked away into a group of infected, because that was his new high. Then as always, Madison chased him and you were once more left to comfort your best friend, as she watched her mother caring more about her son than her. Alicia was like your sister; well the whole Clark family was your family now. Your parents had been away when the world ended, you never got to see them again, and you didn’t even really know if they were alive. But the Clarks kept you with them, through thick and thin.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you started to picture the way here. You wanted to at least try to figure out if you’d be able to get out of here, once you were reunited with the only family you had. But the issue was all you could picture was the dead bodies that were strewn across the grass. Those poor people, being murdered for who knows what reason? They didn’t look like the infected; you’d seen enough of them between L.A and Mexico to know they weren’t, even if you didn’t get a good look at them. Opening your eyes once again, you wished that you were at least tied up; wouldn’t it be easier if you were? You’d not feel so much like a caged animal if you were, you’d at least feel like a prisoner.

On arrival, your eyes had darted around; trying to see what was going on around you. How many solders, how many had guns, and who would be the easiest to take down. But you’d been quickly distracted by the split up of the group. Travis was taken to one truck, while you, Alicia and Madison the other way. It was then the horrible fearful thoughts had filled your mind, men and women were only ever separated like this for one reason, extermination. You’d always been into History, and all you could think at that moment was that one of these groups was never going to see day again. “Please, please don’t split us up!” You’d begged at that point, begged and tried to fight to get Travis with you, at least if it was the end of your journey, it should’ve been all of your journeys end, not just one, or three.

Were you all doomed?

The door slowly opened and you found yourself wishing you’d found a weapon to fight with, sitting up you watched as a solder walked into the room carrying a tray. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I was chatting with Madison and Alicia. I lost track of time.” He explained letting out a chuckle as he placed the tray down on the table. “I’m Troy; you must be Y/N? They spoke very highly of you.” Standing up, you scoffed, not even really looking at him. “Where is my family?” You questioned, finally looking him in the eyes.

He might’ve been the bad guy, he might’ve been holding you prisoner, holding you away from the people who loved you and you loved. But you were rather surprised by his good looks. “Are you alright?” Had you been staring at him? “What? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” You replied trying to compose yourself and forget about the good looks of the man in front of you. “Tea?” He motioned to the cups on the table, as he gave you a charming grin. “I’d offer coffee, but it’s sadly not brewed and we have to save energy of course.” Slowly you shook your head. “No thank you, I don’t drink tea.” You replied, folding your arms across your chest, you moved into the room, and a little away from the wall. “Where is my family?”

You watched as Troy took a seat and motioned to the one opposite him, he had a soft smile on his face as he did so, and you found yourself trusting him, even though he was holding you all captive, you couldn’t help yourself. “Are they actually your family?” His question caught you off guard, had Madison said they weren’t family? “No, they’re not. Not by blood anyway, but they’re my family. They’re all I have now, and I don’t want to lose them.” You explained softly looking down at the blonde southern man’s hands as he wrote in a book.

“What are you writing?” You questioned, Troy looked up after a moment and smiled. “I tend to write things about every person I meet.” He explained closing the book and tucking it back inside of his jacket. “What did you write about me?” You couldn’t help but lean forward, the curiosity making your eyes shine softly. Leaning forward, Troy reached out and tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body. “That’s a secret.” He whispered looking into your eyes as his fingers ran down from your ear to your arm, leaving a trail of Goosebumps along your arm as he went.

The pair of you stared into one another’s eyes as his fingers moved gently over your wrist. “I’ve never seen a group like yours, you all feel as if you’re family, even if it’s not by blood.” Looking down, watching his fingers for a moment, you grinned. “Well, we’ve been through a lot, Alicia is my best friend, and before all of this and I was staying with them. We’ve been through a lot as a group, why wouldn’t we look at each other as family?” You questioned as you felt his hand pull away from you, leaving a strange coldness to run through your body. Finding yourself struggling for the warmth that this stranger had provided you, your hand reached out to take hold of his. Only for a knock on the door to stop you before you were able to touch. “Troy, we’ve got a situation.” Watching as he stood up, your eyes locked with his for one more moment, he couldn’t seem to help giving you a cheeky smile, before turning and opening the door and leaving you alone.

You stared at the door for a few moments, willing it to open and for him to walk back inside, but you knew that was silly. Standing up, you turned and walked over to the couch across the room and sat down. Guilt entered your body as you thought about what had just happened, even if you’d hardly been anywhere near each other, you felt very guilty, as if you were betraying your family. You were almost thankful for the distraction, whoever, or whatever it was had saved you from a moment of complete and utter betrayal, something you weren’t looking to ever do against the Clark family.

You couldn’t help but wonder how any of them would’ve reacted if they had found you together, his hand on your arm, or your hand holding his. There was something about Troy, a strange pull that you found yourself having to him. But you chose to shake it off; it had to be because you missed Nick that was it, that was the reason. Wasn’t it? If only you knew that the reason he left the room was because of Nick, and Travis. Would that change anything? Maybe, but the woman that Nick had with him, was going to cause a big change for you.

You must’ve fallen asleep, because the door flying open caused you to sit up and shake your head. “Y/N, come on! We’re getting out of here.” Getting up, you made your way to the door and froze as you saw what Madison was doing to Troy. Covering your mouth, you pulled your eyes away, knowing you couldn’t look at that. “Y/n, come on!” Pulling your eyes away, you looked at Alicia. “Alicia go and get a car, Y/N try and find our weapons.” You nodded as Madison ordered you to do something; you however couldn’t get that image of Troy out of your mind, it caused a strange uneasy feeling in your stomach. You were sure you could feel the acid starting to move into your throat as you ran. You tried to fight the urge, as your stomach started to flip. “Come on Y/N, focus.”

Thankfully, everyone was more focused on Madison and what she was doing; you were able to find where they’d been holding the guns. But as you rounded the corner you came face to face with a gun. “Hands above your head!” He ordered, causing you to slowly raise your hands above your head, he moved and pulled your arms behind you and started to drag you out. “I can fucking walk!” You snapped as he dragged you to the pit. “Little thief.” He uttered into your ear as he dragged you there, you tried your best to fight him, but knowing he had a gun, sort of didn’t help you.

As you arrived at the pit, your eyes landed on Travis, Alicia and Madison. Rushing over, you hugged them, as someone ordered the solder holding you to let you go. “Thank God you’re-.“ You found yourself pausing and turning around to see him, see Nick. Your heart fluttered, but instantly dropped into your stomach as you saw the girl he was with. Bitter, sickening feeling filled you as you realized that in your mind you’d been chasing a ghost, there were no feelings between you and Nick, not the way you wanted there to be anyway, and that girl was just proof of it all. How could you have been so damn stupid? “Come on, we’re going to get Luciana some treatment, then we’re going.” Looking away from Nick, and the beautiful girl he was with, you followed after them, your heart sinking and feeling as if it was broken.

You guessed the main thing right now was that at least you were all back together now; the family would be able to leave as a group. “Could someone get some more bandages?” Looking up, you nodded softly. “I’ll go.” Walking to the infirmary, you couldn’t believe Nick. Were you just something to pass the time while stuck on the boat? Had those moments together not meant a single thing? That kiss the two of you shared after you nearly died, was that nothing? You guessed it didn’t, guessed that something about that moment had been nothing but a cruel trick. You found yourself wanting to cry, needing to. But you refused to, as the tears appeared, you blinked them away.

“Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.” You spoke softly as you walked into the room. Watching the man stand up, you smiled softly. “How are you?” You asked Troy feeling stupid for having to ask that. “Well, someone nearly took my eye, but I guess I’m alright.” Watching him fold his arms, you looked away for a moment, your eyes glancing down. “I should get what I came for and go.” You whispered. “Y/N?” Looking up at him, you found him stood a lot closer now, your heart fluttering as you stared into each other’s eyes. “Come with me; come back to the compound with me. Leave them. Please.” Had you fallen when you were grabbed by that solder earlier, this had to be a dream. How could this person who hardly knew you, ask you to come with them to places unknown?

Feeling his hand touching your cheek, your head shot up. The distance that had been between the two of you was closed, standing with your bodies close to each other you felt your heart pounding. His thumb brushed over your cheek. “Come with me, you’ll be safe. Please.” His head started to tilt as he looked into your conflicted eyes. “Please.” He whispered as he leaned in to press his lips against yours, you found yourself leaning in too. Wanting to taste this man in front of you, regardless of what he’d just done to your family. Something about him pulled you in, every moment you were together, your heart fluttered and you felt alive. He was forthcoming with his feelings, unlike Nick who clearly never wanted you.

“Y/N!” The voice hit your ears, just as your lips were about to touch Troy’s. Pulling away, you turned around. “I’m in here.” You called, clearing your throat as Nick walked inside. “Is everything okay?” You nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, Troy was just getting me some bandages from his pack.” You lied, looking over at Troy who nodded and pulled some from his bag. “Here you go.” Taking them from his hand, you felt that same jolt of electric that had ran through your body on the first meeting. “Think about it.” He whispered softly. Pulling away, he went back to sorting his pack to leave.

Catching up with Nick, you made your way back. “Y/N…” You didn’t dare look at Nick, so many questions bubbling inside of you as you walked. “Whatever it is, can wait Nick. We have to go and help your girlfriend.” You rushed away, but found yourself stopping dead as you saw the infected coming from the other side of the hanger. Before you could even speak, Nick had run off to help them. Looking at the bandages in your hand, you put them into your pocket and raced over to help too. “Get back!” Finding something to fight with, you moved toward Madison and started to fight alongside her.

“Y/N, behind you.” Spinning around you saw an infected moving in to bite you, it was as if someone had placed a spell on you at that moment, you weren’t able to move as it reached out. “Y/N!” You could hear Nick shouting for you, but you still couldn’t raise your weapon, not when it looked like your dad. It was nearly upon you when a gunshot rang out and it was taken out. “Come on, get in the truck!” Looking up, you saw Troy and his men in their truck. “Madison, we have to go.” You told her, snapping out of the trance. “Nick, come on!” You made your way toward the truck, fighting off the dead. You could see Nick wanted to go for the chopper, but right now they needed to just go. “It’s our only option, come on!”

Reaching the truck, your hand was met with Troy’s as he pulled you into the truck. A grin appeared on his face as he looked away and shot down a couple of other infected. “Looks like you’re coming anyway.” He said clearly smirking as he did. “Come on, let’s go!” He shouted banging on the roof the moment Nick and Madison were in as well. “We’re all heading to the same place now.” You collapsed into a space beside Troy, your eyes staring at the group behind you, searching for the sign of the dead that looked like your father. “Are you alright? That undead bastard didn’t get you, did he?” Looking up, you noticed Troy looking down at you and shook your head. “No, I’m fine… it’s just… He looked like my father.” You explained, a look of sadness appearing in your eyes. “It’s alright; we all lose people in this world, it’s okay to be sad.” He said softly, your eyes looking at his hand that was resting on your knee. “How far is it?” Madison interjected, causing Troy to pull his hand away from you and focus on the other woman. Your eyes turned to look out at the dead bodies as you drove through the gates into the road, unaware that you were being stared at with a look of displeasure.

#troy otto reader insert #nick clark reader insert #ftwd reader insert #fear the walking dead reader insert #fear the walking dead one shot #nick clark #troy otto #monster

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fearingtwd · 7 years ago

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Family Ties (Nick Clark Imagine)

request: Can you write a Nick Clark x reader when the reader finds out she’s pregnant after he dies

warnings: angst, major character death :(

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You couldn’t breathe.

It was as if the air was sucked right out of your lungs, or maybe one of them collapsed. Maybe you were dying too. It wasn’t so long ago you were tending to the garden with Nick in the baseball diamond you called home. So much had gone wrong since then. So much.

Nick was dying. You were looking at him taking his final breaths while Alicia was sobbing and Strand was trying to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, but everyone knew it was just too late.

You watched it happen, your entire body trembling, your eyes watering. But you weren’t crying. You were in shock. You were confused. You were in love with him and he was just... gone.

Alicia cried against his lifeless body for a little longer before he was buried in the Middle Of Nowhere, Texas. You wouldn’t even have the luxury of visiting him everyday.

Strand suddenly invited himself to take a seat next to you, but you didn’t bother reacting.

“You haven’t cried, Y/N. You need to cry. You need to grieve,” he explained gently.

You shook your head. “No. If I.... This isn’t real. None of this is real. It can’t be.”

He let out a loud sigh. “You have to deal with it.”

“I can’t.” And with that you got up and walked away.

When you began feeling lethargic in the coming days, you thought it was your body eating you alive for not coping with Nick’s death. When you puked, you thought it was because you ate something that wouldn’t sit well in your near-empty stomach.

Althea kept watching you from the corner of her eye. Every time you looked at her, she was staring.

When you finally told her to piss off, she pulled you aside. “Nick was your boyfriend, right?”

“Yes. Don’t say his name. You didn’t know him,” you spoke bitterly, feeling your eyes already beginning to water over.

She pursed her lips, appreciating your sincere lack of diplomacy. “It’s not my place to pry, but did you ever consider that you’re not actually sick?”

You scoffed, unable to fathom the audacity coming from this chick you barely knew. “I feel like shit right now. If I’m not sick, then what am I?”

“Pregnant,” she suggested softly.

When your jaw dropped slightly and you felt like you couldn’t breathe again, she knew she was on to something. You quickly worked out the timeline in your head, realized you hadn’t gotten your period in a long time, and it made sense based on the last time that you and Nick were intimate. You rushed away from her, feeling a bit faint.

Alicia was in a dark place. She wasn’t speaking. She wouldn’t look at anybody. She seemed empty inside, and rightfully so.

But you weren’t. Physically, anyway. You always thought about what it would be like to have a family, especially with Nick. And now... he wouldn’t even be there to be a father. You knew he’d be a great dad.

That was when you began hysterically crying, nearly screaming in agony. You could picture a white picket fence and late nights on the front porch swing with Nick after tucking in the kids. You would never get that. Not even a twisted post-apocalyptic version of it. Your body was shaking as you sobbed. Strand comforted you, holding you close and you cried into his shoulder. You bawled until your head was pounding and you puked again from the stress your body has been through. Your chest was physically aching from the loss you were finally allowing yourself to deal with.

“Can we stop by a pharmacy soon?” you asked the group, wiping snot away from your nose not caring how disgruntled you probably appeared. You’d all been through absolute hell. Nobody was judging. In fact, they were all looking at you like you were a basket case and you hated that you felt like one.

“What for?” Morgan questioned, feeling truly sorry about what happened with Nick.

“A pregnancy test.”

Alicia’s head lifted and she glanced at you with wide eyes.

“I think I might be....” your voice, completely hoarse from all of the blubbering, trailed off. You took a deep breath and tried to explain again. “I think I might be having a baby.”

“It explains the nausea,” Althea chimed in in an attempt to catch everybody up tp speed.

Alicia leaned forward a little bit, completely lacking life behind her eyes. “It’s... It’s his?”

Even though you felt completely cried out, tears welled once again. You nodded to answer her question that you knew she already knew the answer to. She put her head in her hands. Everybody was quiet.

Nick wouldn’t be there to go through this pregnancy with you, and you were scared shitless. If you survived all three trimesters, would you survive childbirth? Would the baby even survive? What if it turned inside of you? Your mind was racing and all you wanted to do was just hold his hand for comfort. Just holding his hand was all you needed. But you would never get to touch him again. You would never feel his warm, calloused hands against your soft skin ever again.

The tears trailing down your cheeks grabbed your attention. You wiped them away, sniffled, and promptly sat beside Alicia. You two needed each other now more than ever.

“It feels like... It feels like it’s over, like we lost everything,” you said quietly, sounding so incredibly drained. “Like, what’s the point if he’s not here? How do we keep going? I always wanted to be a mom, but not like this.” You were barely keeping yourself together, not wanting to upset her more than she already was. “Alicia, if I really am pregnant - and I just have this horrible feeling I am - I can’t do it alone.”

She finally looked up at you and after a moment of silence she gave a slight nod. You knew this meant she was there for you in any way that you needed her.

Despite how hopeless and scared and utterly broken you felt, this baby was a part of Nick and you were going to do everything you could to protect it since you couldn’t protect him.

#weird i was planning on writing something like this anyway #guess i'm not the only one who loves to suffer #also it's really hard to write this timeline bc i aint know what tf is even going on #so i left out details and just focused on reader's grief #happier nick imagine is next i promise #nick clark #fear the walking dead #ftwd imagines #ftwd x reader #nick clark x reader #nick clark imagines #nick clark imagine #fear the walking dead imagines #imagines #reader insert

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christophermanawaprotectionsquad · 7 years ago

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I Want You

Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 23

Chris Manawa/Reader

Prompt: Percy Jackson AU (Son of Athena!Chris/Unclaimed!Reader) not nearly as NSFW as the title implies

Being unclaimed sucked. You were stuck in the Hermes cabin in a sleeping bag with all the other unclaimed campers. To make matters worse, you had to watch all the claimed campers proudly display their parentage and bond with their siblings.

The one good thing about camp was that you got to spend your summers hanging out with Chris Manawa, son of Athena. He wasn’t a year-rounder like you, but when summer came all your attention was focused on him. You would sneak off together to watch the stars or he would break the cabin seating rule and eat with you. Of course you had other friends, but Chris was definitely the most gorgeous.

Your crush on him was so obvious that everyone but him could see it. The Aphrodite cabin thought it was adorable and many of them tried to play match-maker. Not that you minded much, honestly the fact that they cared that much meant a lot to you, and it really only meant that the two of you would always end up paired together in camp activities.

This summer, however, was different. The night started in high spirits, especially since, as you sat at the first campfire sing along of the summer, Chris was sitting next to you. He was so close your shoulders and knees touched. You thought about using the cold night air as an excuse to get closer, but you never got the chance because before you could move something happened.

The new camper sitting across from you was claimed. By Poseidon. The big three weren’t even allowed to have kids with mortals You didn't blame the kid, but having someone who was forbidden even to be born be proudly claimed by a god that swore not to make a demigod, While you had been at camp for years and you didn't even know who your godly parent was.

You quickly excused yourself from the group and escaped into the foliage, unnoticed under the loud commotion the boy had caused. That the people you had known for years were to preoccupied with the new kid to go after you only rubbed salt in the wound.

Tears began to run down your cheeks as you made your way through the trees.

“(Y/N)!” you heard from behind you. You spun around to see Chris running to you, concern etched on his face. “Hey whats wrong? You just got up and left?”

Eyes focused on the ground, you refused meet his gaze. "(Y/N)," he said softly. His hands firmly, but gently, held your arms. You looked into his eyes for a second before bursting into tears. He pulled you to his chest and hugged you tight. Stroking your hair, he held you as you cried.

“My parent. I hate knowing that they don’t want me. No one does,” you sobbed into his shirt.

“I want you,” he said softly.

“You’re my friend," you began pulling away "of course you’d say-"

“No. (Y/N),” he said, cutting you off. He grabbed your shoulders and made you look him in the eye. The intensity of his gaze almost made your knees buckle. “Yes, you’re my friend, but I want you. I love you, not just as a friend. Seeing you is my favorite part of the summer. I look forward to it all year. And you parent is stupid for not claiming you.”

“Don’t call a god stupid, Chris.” you laughed as you scrubbed at your eyes. “It's never a good idea.” Another burst of laughter erupts from you as he flips off the heavens.

“Do you really love me?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled sweetly and brushed a few remaining tears from your face.

“Good,” you said. “Because I love you too.”

You both grinned at each other before leaning in for a kiss.

#Chris Manawa #Chris Manawa imagine #chris manawa/reader #fear the walking dead imagine #ftwd imagine #Christopher Manawa #reader insert #fear the walking dead #ftwd #mine #chris manawa appreciation month #cmam

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meteora-writes · 7 years ago

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Requests Are Open

Hello Tumblr! I’m Sami, some of you may know me already as MeteoraAngel. I decided to make a new blog solely for writing, so here we have it. Requests are open for SPN, Teen Wolf, TWD and FTWD. Hit me up. I’ll write for ships, reader inserts, whatever floats your boat.

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impala-imagines · 8 years ago

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Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead Part: One Two Word Count:1,442 Characters: Reader x Troy Otto, Reader Gender: I don’t think i’ve said. Warnings: Not really anything in this part Author note: This is based on a request I got for a one shot. I couldn’t help turn this into a fic cause I didn’t feel like they’d just jump into bed with someone, especially someone who had tried to kill them.

The music blared in the car; you could feel your eyes fighting with the temptation to close, even if the music was ear splittingly loud, you wanted to fall asleep. It apparently didn’t go unnoticed, especially when you finally gave in and your head landed on Nick’s shoulder. At that point, Madison got up from her seat to reach over and turn the music off. Glancing back, Troy noticed you asleep, a slight smile tugging against his lips as he saw that you were sleeping peacefully. “Nice to see someone is able to sleep.” He commented, causing Nick to roll his eyes. “If you hadn’t separated us from her last night, I’m sure she would’ve actually been able to sleep.” Nick glanced over at his mom at this point, surprised that you had been taken away from them.

You weren’t really sure when it was that you woke up, but your head was still on Nick’s shoulder and his head was resting gently on yours. It was a strange feeling, but at the same time it was one that was soothing. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” You glanced up and your eyes landed on Troy’s, he was looking through the rearview mirror and you couldn’t help but smile as he looked at you. “What time is it?” You questioned softly not wanting to risk waking up Nick if he was asleep. “Nearly eight, you seemed to need a lot of sleep.” Troy explained. You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I didn’t think I was that tired.” You said finally, your eyes glancing out the window. “You must feel safe.” He responded, causing your eyes to flicker toward Nick’s sleeping form. “I guess so.” You uttered as you looked back up at the mirror and gave Troy a smile.

As the truck came to a stop at set of gates, you looked out and raised an eyebrow. “This is your ranch?” You questioned, but Troy was busy talking and the driver had barely spoken to any of you the whole trip. “Get out of the truck.” The three of you glanced at each other. “What?” Troy raised his voice at this point, telling the three of you to get out of the truck. Doing as you were told, you stood there watching as the truck drove in and left the three of you outside of the gates. Leaving Nick and Madison to have a talk, you walked slowly along the fence for a moment, before taking a seat on the grass and looking up at the sky.

It had been a long time since you’d just sat and looked at the world passing you by. Even at the hotel you weren’t able to just relax, everyone else made it their home, but you struggled, you spent your time worrying about Nick, where he was and about where your parents were as well, and if they were alive. You loved the Clark family, that was never up for debate, but the problem was, you found yourself unable to think of anyone but your mother and father sometimes and you found yourself becoming rather broken.

Pulling your legs up, you hadn’t been aware that Nick was watching you until a hand touched your shoulder. “Hey.” He said softly, taking a seat beside you. “Are you alright?” He questioned. Did he notice the tears that were forming in your eyes, or was he just making sure that you were okay. “I’m alright; it’s been a long few weeks.” You admitted, skipping around the fact that you had been worried sick about Nick, worried about your parents, worried about everything. His arm moved to wrap around you, your body tensed up feeling him close to you. He was with Lucy now, this hug… it didn’t mean anything and you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from feeling that pounding heart.

Pulling away from Nick, you looked down at the grass and pulled a clump of it with your hand. Opening your hand, you let the grass blow away from the palm of your hand and let out a gentle sigh. “If they’re not back yet, where do you think they are?” You said suddenly. “I don’t know, but I want to go find them, Mom says we have to wait.” Nodding softly, you glanced over at him. “She’s right, we need to be patient. We don’t know where they are and being here, being with these people we have a common goal.” Looking up, noticing Madison talking to someone, he was moving to open the gate. “Nick.” You said quickly, before standing up and walking over to the gate with them.

There was so much about this place that surprised you, Jeremiah showed you to a cabin where you could all live. You wouldn’t deny that already you were starting to think about what would happen if you stayed here; would it be so bad if you made this place your home? You knew that Nick and Madison were only really here for Alicia, Travis, and Lucy, but did you really belong in this family? You weren’t sure anymore, so the idea of staying here, it appeared in your mind. “I’m going to go… explore.” You explained, but as you made your way toward the door Nick grabbed your arm. “Don’t, stay here with us.” You pulled your arm away. “Sorry Nick, but you can’t tell me what to do.” You glanced up at him, before walking out. Of course you didn’t know that the moment you walked out of the room Nick would blame this new attitude on Troy, telling Madison that you’d not been the same since he’d been back in the group. Maybe if he wasn’t clueless, maybe then he’d understand.

You should’ve probably had a wash before leaving, but it was only your jacket that was covered in blood. Pealing it off, you threw it on the ground by the cabin and started to walk. It was beautiful here, so untouched by the dead. There were children running around, laughing, and playing. People were interacting like neighbors, family, friends, you wanted this, and you wanted to be here. Looking around some more, you stopped and watched a game of soccer that was going on not far away from you, the kids looked so happy. Had they even been subjected to what was going on outside these fences? So many civilians, it was really quite surprising, especially with the military protection.

“Glad you came?” Turning around, you found yourself sandwiched between Troy and the fence behind you. “This place is beautiful.” You responded with a soft grin. “As for coming here, we didn’t have much of a choice in the end.” Troy chuckled softly, and nodded, as he reached out and touched your cheek. “I’m glad you’re here, out there is far too horrible for someone like you.” You didn’t realize that he was leaning in, his fingers lightly tracing your cheek. “Someone like me, what do you mean by that?” You questioned softly. “Beautiful, strong, intelligent.” You couldn’t help but shake your head. “Troy… you hardly even know me.” You pointed out to him as he moved his fingers down your neck as his thumb ran over your lips. “I want to though.” He uttered, his body pressing ever so slightly against yours as he closed the space between you and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss wasn’t as sweet as his words had been, instead it was hard. There was passion and desire under the surface as he gripped hold of your neck to hold you against him, your arms moved and rested on his hips as you returned the kiss. You lost yourself for the first real time in a long time, this kiss was nothing like the one you’d shared with Nick, that kiss had been sweet, soft, tender. This was filled with need, want, desire, and you couldn’t deny that you felt it too. You didn’t care if he’d tried to kill your family, or about anything else he’d done. Right now, all you cared about was what would happen when your lips parted.

His lips finally broke from yours, your eyes met and there was a smile on your face just as there was one on his. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his swollen lips once more, before pulling away again. Neither of you spoke however, you just looked at each other, arms still wrapped around each other. Resting his head against yours after a second, Troy then pulled away as he sensed you two were no longer alone.

“Y/N?”

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impala-imagines · 8 years ago

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Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead Part: One Two three Word Count: 1,476 Characters: Reader x Troy Otto, this part is more Reader x Nick than Troy Reader Gender: I don’t think i’ve said. Warnings: Angst, lots of angst. Author note: Please send feedback, it’s very much appreciated! <3

Looking from Troy over to where Nick stood staring at the pair of you, you felt your heart sinking. “Nick.” You uttered softly. How long had he been stood there? Had he seen the two of you kissing, or was he angry over the closeness that the pair of you currently shared? You weren’t sure. “What the hell are you doing with this guy?” Nick snapped pushing Troy away from you, anger in his face. “Nick!” You shouted trying to push him back. “Nick, stop!” But Nick wasn’t listening; he moved and swung a punch, hitting Troy in the jaw. “Nick!” Troy looked up, his hand held his jaw as he wiggled it from side to side. “I suggest you listen to Y/N, Nick. Otherwise you’ll regret it!” Troy’s words left his lips and they caused Nick to move to shove him once again, this time you were able to move between them and push Nick back.

“Back to the cabin Nick, now!” You snapped at him, shoving him away from Troy. Moving to walk after Nick, you glanced back at Troy for a moment, then turned and made your way after him. Nick was so frustrating, why was he acting like this? Moving after him, you folded your arms and let out a gentle sigh, you felt pretty awful right now. While you couldn’t help but smile a little about the kiss you’d shared with Troy, you couldn’t help but wonder what on earth it was that was bothering Nick so damn much. Part of you thought maybe it was jealousy, but the other part of you knew it wasn’t, it was because he’d nearly killed the family.

Arriving at the cabin, you stepped inside and slammed the door loudly behind you. “What the hell was that?” Nick yelled before you could get a word in. “It’s me who should be asking you that Nick!” You near enough screamed at him. “He nearly killed our family!” You shook your head hard. “No Nick, he nearly killed YOUR family, this family. It’s not my fault. I leave and you all just carry on, we’re not blood, none of you actually care about me, not to the degree you claim to. I’m just someone who has been with you since the start.” Your voice fell as you spoke, you felt your heart start to sink as you came to terms with the truth.

“That is bullshit and you know it Y/N, we love you, you’re a member of our family! To have you messing with that… that asshole, you’re betraying our family!” Staring at him, you wanted to badly to bring your arm up and slap him across the face, but you couldn’t do it. You weren’t sure if Nick saw your fists clench for a second, but the instant that they relaxed, you looked up at him and sighed. “That isn’t true Nick, that isn’t true at all. I’m always going to be picked last like if we were in gym class Nick, you, Alicia, your Mom all come before I do. You might call me family, but if I killed someone and was told I had to leave somewhere, I’d be cast out alone, because your safety, the three of yours, is more important.”

There was a long pause, your eyes looked down at your feet and you couldn’t help but find yourself shaking your head slowly as he denied it. “It’s not true, we’d not let that happen.” Scoffing rather loudly, you looked away and sighed. “Not true Nick, you say it’s not true, but look at Strand. Look what happened when he killed Thomas and wouldn’t kill himself, he was cast out and no one went with him. The only reason we were going too was because the place got set on fire.” Nick looked down at you, his soft puppy eyes looking down at you, reaching out his fingers traced your cheek causing you to pull away. “It’s not true, I’d come with you.”

You’d just made it onto the Abigail; you’d already been patched up and now were lying on a bed below deck. Staring up at the ceiling a soft sigh leaving your lips as you tried to focus on anything but the pain radiating through your shoulder. “Y/N?” Sitting up as you heard Nick calling for you, you stood up and slowly moved to the door and opened it. “Nick?” You asked seeing him walking past. He stopped and turned back to look at you. “Hey, I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Looking at him you couldn’t help but smile ever so softly. “Coming to play Doctor are you?” There was a low chuckle from Nick’s lips and he found himself grinning as he moved into the room. “Maybe I am.” He teased coming to take a seat beside you. Slipping your jacket off and pulling your arm out of your shirt so that he could look, you looked down.

“What you did, that was rather brave. Ofelia owes you her life.” You let out a soft chuckle and shook your head. “No, she doesn’t. I was just protecting our own.” You commented as you felt Nick’s fingers running over your body and fixing up your shoulder. “Don’t be so modest.” He whispered, you could feel his breath on his shoulder. Looking up, your eyes met his and as you stared at each other, you found yourself leaning in; his fingers fell from your shoulder and ran gently down your arm. Your lips met his, as your hand moved to cup his face. It was a soft and sweet kiss, but it was strong and full of desire. It pulled the air from your lungs. Breaking the kiss, you had to wonder if that meant he wanted you the way you wanted him.

His touch brought you back to that moment, reminded you of what it felt like when he’d kissed you. That moment you’d been convinced that maybe, just maybe there was going to be something between you, but after that first kiss, nothing ever happened. “Nick.” You found yourself whispering softly, looking up at him. You’d not expected it, but a second later his lips were upon yours. But your heart no longer fluttered, your body no longer responded to him. Pulling away after only a second, you moved back needing to create the space between the two of you. “Don’t you dare, you’re with Lucy. Don’t.” You repeated, your hand moving to slap him. It was the first time you’d ever hit anyone, but Nick deserved it after that. Stepping back away from him, you shook your head slowly your eyes looking down away from you. You needed to make the space between them, needed him to get away from you right now.

“I’m sorry, I.” You shook your head softly. “Do not even start Nick.” You snapped shaking your head. “You do this to me every time Nick, you do this to everyone!” You snapped trying to keep the distance between the two of you. “You never cared for me Nick.” You whispered, your eyes looking away from his. “The last however many years that I’ve known you Nick, you’ve used me. You don’t care; you don’t even look at me like someone you’ve ever felt anything for!” You spoke feeling a sinking feeling inside of your chest. “It all makes sense now really, the times you showed up, pretended to care about me, only to then borrow money, you never cared about me, you cared about yourself, you cared about you and you only. I was just too blind to see it, you never wanted me.”

Nick shook his head softly, moving closer to you. His hands moved to hold your arms at your sides, his eyes locked on yours. “No, that isn’t true; it’s not true at all Y/N. I have always cared about you, I promise you.” Pulling away, you shook your head. “Your promises mean nothing Nick…” You trailed off, pulling yourself from his grip once again. “Did either of the kisses we ever shared mean anything?” You questioned softly, you looked him directly in the eyes and waited for an answer. “I love you Y/N… but not in the way you want me to.” You didn’t know how to react at that moment; you felt anger, annoyance, heartbreak, and so many other things bubbling up inside of you. “Then you can’t tell me what to do, at all!”

Walking out of the cabin, you slammed the door behind you. Letting out a gasp, you tried to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes, but it was too late; the first tear fell from your left eye as you ran away from the cabin. You couldn’t do this, you just needed to be alone.

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fearingtwd · 7 years ago

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What Honesty Gets You (Chris Manawa Imagine)

prompt: I NEED A CHRIS IMAGINE. I'm coping with his death by reading :,) could i have one where y/n is pregnant and it's his and they're on the boat

requested: by anonymous word count: 7,484 warnings: language, suggestive themes

a/n: this will probably have a part two eventually also its slightly au bc they left the boat after like 6 episodes in the show and honestly? im here for boat shenanigans. they coulda stayed on the abigail the rest of the show bickering and i woulda eaten it up also i went a lil overboard with this imagine no boat pun intended lets fcking gooo

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It was never silent on the boat, not even at night when everybody was below deck sleeping. You could hear the sound of waves smacking against the side of the ship. It took a while for you to be able to find that noise mixed with the hum from the engine relaxing enough to fall asleep. Now, you’d have no problem drifting off. All you needed was darkness and the reassurance that Alicia was in the room with you. After everything that’s happened, you were admittedly too frightened to sleep in a room alone. Or maybe you were just scared of being alone in general.

How you ended up with the Clarks with your family out of the picture was quite a long story and you tried not to relive it since you didn’t know their fate. But having no blood relatives on board did make you feel lonely. Even though Madison treated you like a daughter, you weren’t naive enough to believe that if God forbid something happened where she could only save you or Alicia, she would ever choose saving you over her biological daughter.

So maybe that’s why you felt you had to get close with somebody.

You first approached him after he practically tossed his deceased mother overboard. What better way to bond with someone than to talk about how shitty the universe was treating you both? He wasn’t amused and had no desire to talk to you. You respectfully gave him the space he needed, but hell if he thought that would be the last time you tried to talk to him.

It took him a while to open up to you, and you never pushed him to. Every time he did, it was because he was ready. Even with the world ending all around you, every time you sat down and talked with him, you felt a sense of safety - like, perhaps if the infected started falling from the sky, he might be the first one to pull you inside and save your life. It was a heartwarming thought.

He sought you out one night, surprisingly in the mood to talk. You were wide awake because Alicia was spending the night on deck. He sat in your bunk and while he spoke about his life before the outbreak, you were staring at his lips. Thankfully, there was little to no light in the room because your cheeks were undoubtedly flushed. And you were so lost in your own thoughts about how handsome he looked in the dimness, you didn’t even realize he had stopped talking and noticed where your glance had fallen.

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name is what brought you back to the moment. “What?”

You couldn’t tell for sure, but he seemed to be fighting back a smirk. “Are you okay? You looked, um, a little out of it for a minute.”

Your heart skipped a few beats when you realized he must have noticed you staring - so you attempted to play it cool. “Yeah, sorry. Sometimes my mind just, you know, kind of wanders off.”

He gave a nod. “So what were you thinking about?”

Oh, you know, just thinking about kissing you all over your face and telling you that I think I’m totally falling for you. The usual.

“Dogs,” you blurted out.

“You were thinking about dogs?” He raised an eyebrow.

It was random but you had to go along with it. “Yeah, ‘cause the world as we know it has fallen off the deep end and people are dying and coming back to life, but I hope there’s somebody back on land taking care of all the dogs.”

He stifled a laugh. “Alright, fair enough. Wanna tell me what you were really thinking now?”

You felt the air was punched right out of your lungs. There was no doubt in your mind that his question visibly caught you off guard. Lying to get out of it again would be a waste of time. The room was quiet, save for the humming of the engine and the ocean waves.

Biting your lip, you decided to just be frank about how talking to him made you feel lately. You admitted that you enjoyed his company, more than anyone else on board. You told him you found him undeniably attractive. And finally, you confessed that you were thinking about kissing him.

His response, after a brief moment of utter shock, was to press his mouth against yours. You almost gasped as your lips connected. It didn’t remain the tender kiss it started as. It turned into sloppy, hungry kisses filled with pure desire. And you were okay with that because you suddenly felt as close with a person as you could ever be.

When you woke up, the room was bright and you were alone. Alone and topless. You shuffled out of the bed to find your bra, clipping it on as Alicia walked into the room.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you were getting dressed,” she muttered.

If only she knew the half of it.

You half-expected things with Chris to be completely awkward following your night of romance, but they weren’t. Around everybody else, you both acted like nothing happened. But when you were alone, you were holding hands and still enjoying each other’s company.

To be honest, you were getting sick of living on The Abigail. So when Madison said they should make a trip to land soon just to stock up on supplies, you nearly jumped for joy. You would have really jumped if you weren’t nauseous. You had been feeling lousy the past couple days and with all the sudden nausea, you were sure it was your body telling you to get off the boat for a while.

The next morning as Strand was docking the Abigail, you awoke feeling sick to your stomach again. When you got on deck, you unexpectedly ran to the side of the ship and vomited. Everyone stopped and stared, and Chris was the first to approach you carefully.

“You okay?” he asked in a soft voice.

Before you could respond, Strand interrupted, “You better not have gotten your upchuck on the side of my boat.”

You glanced down. You did, a little bit. But you weren’t going to say anything. You leaned your forehead against the banister, feeling a bit dizzy. It’s not like you had much in your stomach to puke up.

“Maybe you caught a stomach bug or something,” Chris suggested. You weren’t sure, but it certainly wasn’t unlikely. With everyone cramped in such a tight space, somebody was bound to get sick.

When you felt okay enough to walk back inside, Madison glanced at you. “You’re not coming with us. You need to get some rest.”

“I’m not just going to sit here and do nothing,” you countered, wanting to contribute. The last time you went to land, you were gathering belongings from a plane crash and that didn’t end up working out very well. You knew things could go wrong and you wanted to be there to help out in case they did.

Ofelia stood up from the couch. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll be on board too.” She was still nursing her shoulder though it had begun to heal nicely, all things considered. There was no use in fighting, so you just nodded.

Alicia grinned, “Hey, if we can find clothes, I’ll pick you up something nice.”

“Yes, but clothes is not at the top of our list,” Madison said. “Food, medicine-”

“Feminine napkins,” Alicia added. “We’re almost out.”

Were you guys running low? You didn’t even notice. It had been a while since you last ransacked the bathroom looking for some.

Everybody was ready to head off. Strand, Ofelia, and yourself stayed behind.

In all the chaos of everybody figuring out who was going to wander off in which direction in what groups, you pulled Chris aside. “Be careful, okay?” you whispered.

He nodded, “Of course.”

“And don’t wander off this time,” you lectured.

Rolling his eyes, he replied, “Got it.”

You weren’t trying to patronize him and you realized that’s how it probably came across. You genuinely just wanted him to be safe. Before he could walk away, you grabbed a hold of his arm. He seemed taken aback. “I mean it. I want you to come back in one piece, okay?”

“Okay.”

Travis’ voice calling out for Chris startled you both. He said goodbye and shuffled off. As soon as he was out of your line of sight along with Alicia, Travis, Nick, Madison and Daniel you walked down to your shared room with Alicia to relax.

You had about two minutes to yourself before Strand burst into your room, yelling about how you did get puke on the boat. You told him to clean it with his ego and then locked yourself in the bathroom.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The bags under your eyes weren’t as awful or prominent as you thought they’d be. Your mind wandered back to Alicia’s comment about feminine napkins earlier. Pads. You and Alicia had been on the same cycle, presumably since you spent so much time together after being locked in the military safe zone at the start. It had been well over a month since you last got your period - if you calculated the days correctly, that is. You stood in confusion, even pulled your pants down to check if you got your period without realizing it. You didn’t.

And then a surge of panic ran through your veins. You exited the bathroom on a mission. Ofelia was sitting by the swimming deck. She smiled as you took a seat beside her.

“You feeling any better?” she asked sweetly.

Less nauseous? Yes. Better? No.

“A little bit. If I ask you something, can you promise to keep as neutral a reaction as possible to maybe keep me from freaking out?” you asked, toying with a loose thread at the hem of your shirt. You felt like your throat was closing.

“Sure,” she answered wearily.

“So, I was just wondering, like, out of the blue this totally just popped into my head and I got curious. Um, have you ever been pregnant?” you rambled.

She only raised an eyebrow in response and said, “No. Why?”

A gust of wind blew your hair to the side and you tossed it out of your face, trying to figure out what to say next. Your palms were growing clammy. So you took a deep breath and let it out slowly before softly telling her, “My period is late.”

“You’re probably just stressed, Y/N. I mean, you know what has to happen in order to get pregnant, right?”

You groaned, thinking back on your time in health class. Oh, you definitely knew what had to happen. “Um, just forget this entire conversation, okay?”

Before she could say anything, you were jogging back inside to the sleeping quarters to find your backpack.

“What are you doing?”

You let out a yelp and spun around. Ofelia was standing in the doorway. You didn’t even realize she followed you.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you said, putting a hand to your heart.

She crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. “Sorry. Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said casually, tossing the backpack over your shoulder. “Just going for a walk.” Except she wouldn’t let you past. “Do you want to, like, move please?”

“Tell me what you’re doing,” she demanded. There was a part of you that was flattered she seemed to care, maybe she was even worried about you. But the other part of you needed her to get out of your way.

Tightening your grip on the backpack strap, you let out a frustrated huff of air. “Not to be rude or anything, but it’s none of your business.”

“I think you made it my business when you started asking me about being pregnant - which by the way, how old do you think I am?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, ignoring that you might have offended her. Besides, it wasn’t that uncommon for young unmarried women to have kids or at least pregnancy scares. It was fairly modern.

“Look, I... I have to... I’m feeling better and if I leave now I can catch up with Alicia and-”

“Y/N, please. Just tell me the truth.”

Telling the truth was what got you into this situation, wasn’t it? You told Chris how you felt about him and now were nauseous, lethargic, your period was late, and in all honesty your boobs seemed to have swelled and gotten a little bigger. The last point wasn’t entirely negative though. But, you were already in this situation. And maybe being truthful this time around wouldn’t bite you in the ass. You didn’t regret your night with Chris. It was a little clumsy and awkward, but sweet too, and it felt so good. However, you wished you took some precaution.

“The truth is I think I’m having a baby and I’m fucking terrified.” You didn’t even recognize your voice. It sounded so distant, and your eyes were welling up with tears, about to burst out.

Great. Add overemotional to the list too.

Ofelia only tilted her head in confusion. “I don’t understand. How could you be having a baby?”

“I got a visit from the stork,” you said bitterly, wiping away a stray tear.

She didn’t seem to appreciate your sarcasm and let out a loud breath. There was a brief silence and you watched her expression change from frustration to utter shock.

“What?” you asked softly.

“Is it Nick?”

“Is what Nick?”

“The baby, is it Nick’s? You know, if there is one...”

You would have laughed if you weren’t entirely hellbent on getting off to the boat. You just wanted to find a pharmacy. Surely there would still be some pregnancy tests left.

“If you move out of the way I’ll tell you,” you prompted.

She didn’t seem interested in your game. “What are you going out there for?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Might as well keep up some of the honesty thing you had going. “A pregnancy test.”

“Just wait for everybody to get back. We’ll just find one tomorrow.”

“Uh, if I’m knocked up I’d like confirmation of that as soon as possible,” you uttered.

Ofelia sighed. “You don’t care what I say, you’re still going today, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Well, I’m not letting you go alone. I’ll grab some water for the road. Meet me upstairs.”

Strand had no problem letting you both leave. He called it foolish, but he didn’t try to stop you. He also didn’t bother asking why.

It surprisingly didn’t take you very long to stumble across a pharmacy that was already broken into. Ofelia killed one infected that was inside and sauntered to the back of the store, kitchen knife and backpack in tow, while you rushed towards the aisle with the tests. The whole pharmacy was turned over top to bottom, but there was one box left with one pregnancy test inside. If you weren’t an anxious mess, you would have laughed at the coincidence.

You shoved it in your pack and turned to leave. A rotting corpse walking through the shattered doorway stopped you in your tracks. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing dead people walking around. The whole store smelled like decomposing flesh already, but the stench from the infected galloping towards you made your stomach lurch. Ofelia quickly put down the infected and glanced over at you.

“You good?”

You were hunched over, trying to swallow the bile you felt rising in your throat. But you gave her a thumbs up anyway.

“We should really get going,” she urged.

You nodded and stood up properly and made slow strides to the door.

Your journey there was entirely silent. The walk back, on the other hand, was filled with Ofelia prying into your private life. She kept wanting to know if it was Nick’s baby and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t mildly offended that she didn’t even consider it could be Chris.

You made it back on board with a few hours of sunlight still left in the day. The others weren’t back yet, but you were sort of glad about that. You hoped they were okay, but you needed the time to yourself.

You locked yourself in the bathroom for the second time that day - except this time you had a pregnancy test on the counter. Since you didn’t have a timer, you sat on the floor and counted the seconds. And when you were done, you still stayed seated, too scared to even think about standing up.

A loud knocking on the door made you flinch.

“Y/N? Is everything, um, okay?”

It was Ofelia trying and failing to be discreet. You ignored her, pulling your legs close to your chest and lowering your head. You just wanted to go back in time and make sure that you wouldn’t end up in this situation. You were so scared. Being pregnant after the end of the world was basically a death sentence, wasn’t it?

She knocked again. “Come on, Y/N. Open up.”

Taking a deep breath, you got to your feet. Your hands were trembling. You had to force yourself to pick up the test and turn it over.

“Oh shit,” you whimpered as the red lines stared you right in the face.

You were indeed pregnant.

Your breath turned uneven and you couldn’t see anything through the waterfalls of tears that started running down your cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a nightmare. There was no possible way you could carry a baby to full term and deliver it on a fucking boat with no doctor on board - never mind even raise it. You weren’t ready. Not even close. The thought of it being a false positive jumped into your mind, but you knew it wasn’t. You had all the symptoms. You couldn’t be that lucky.

Ofelia knocking on the bathroom door again brought you back into the moment. So you angrily threw the test into the trash and swung the door open, rushing past her before she could get a word out. You slammed your bedroom door and collapsed into your bed, letting yourself sob into the pillow. If that didn’t make it obvious enough to Ofelia what the results were, that would be her own fault.

You must have cried yourself dry and drifted into a light sleep because the sound of voices upstairs suddenly caught your attention. You could easily distinguish the voices. It was Madison, Alicia, and Nick.

For a few seconds as you sat up, you weren’t thinking about the fact that you were knocked up. You were just glad they made it back alive. And curiosity about what they found brought you to your feet. When you got to the top of the stairs, Alicia jogged over to you and pulled you into a tight hug, asking if you were feeling better. Then she was excited to show you the clothes she found while Madison was unpacking and storing away cans of food. You were happy their outing was successful. But in the back of your mind you were terrified because it was completely dark outside and Chris, Travis, and Daniel were still out there.

Another part of you was worried Ofelia would spill the beans to everybody. You weren’t sure when you would feel okay enough to tell anybody else, especially Chris. So you hoped she would keep her mouth shut for now.

The boat was still docked and you were sitting by the swimming deck, fighting to keep your eyes open. From the corner of your eye you saw Ofelia walking over to you, wrapping her sweater tighter around her body as a breeze flew by. She quietly took a seat next to you.

“What are you doing out here?” she questioned.

“Waiting for them to get back.”

“You worried?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s why I couldn’t sleep.”

A semi-comfortable silence filled the air. You wished she hadn’t broken it.

“So, you really are pregnant? It was positive?”

You glanced at her with pure panic in your eyes. All you could do was nod.

She frowned. “You have to tell them, Y/N. You can’t keep this to yourself.”

“I don’t have to tell anyone,” you countered. “I can do whatever I want.”

You could tell she was frustrated with your attitude, but she remained calm. “If other people know, we can all help you. Everybody here cares about you. And don’t you think that Nick deserves to know-”

“Oh my god. Ofelia, it’s not-” You stopped yourself and thought about what exactly to say. “Look, I’m beyond tired right now. There’s literally a thing growing inside of me, like an actual human being forming. And I really don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Because you’re scared?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and your eyes glossed over with tears. “What if it dies inside me? What if it, like, rips me apart?”

“That won’t happen,” she whispered.

“You don’t know that,” you choked out, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

She took a deep breath. “When we were at the pharmacy today... I had a feeling that you would take the test and it would be positive. So, I thought ahead. I brought back prenatal vitamins for you, Y/N. It will help keep the baby healthy, okay?”

Before you could respond, a flash light beaming in the distance caught the attention from both of you. Ofelia got up, swiftly approaching the side of the yacht.

“Is it them?” you asked, trying to subdue your tears and worries for now.

She didn’t answer until the light went off and they were close enough for her to squint and see. She smiled, “It’s them. They’re back.”

When all three of them boarded, you stood in horror. They all looked distraught and Chris was covered in blood.

Ofelia covered in mouth in disbelief. “What happened?” she inquired, taking a few steps closer to her father.

Daniel shook his head and motioned towards Chris. “Why don’t you ask the boy?”

You gulped as you turned to Chris, raising an eyebrow. “What happened out there? Are you guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” he muttered, rushing inside. He threw his backpack down on the coffee table and was headed for the stairs when Travis called his name in quite possibly the most stern voice you had ever heard from him. Chris stopped short.

“We have to talk about this,” Travis demanded in pure anger. Your heart was pounding. What the fuck happened?

He spun around and stood his ground. “I already told you there’s nothing to talk about.”

“Chris, you could have gotten yourself killed,” Travis reprimanded.

“It was a chance I was willing to take! We got the meds. Now no one on this boat has to get sick ever again.”

And with that he stormed down the steps as Madison was coming up. She gave Travis a curious look and you decided to go after Chris. As you rushed down the stairs you saw the door to the sleeping quarters slam. He was on edge, no doubt, and you didn’t want to make it worse. But you also considered yourself as the only person on board who would ever take the time to actually listen and understand him - and you knew he knew that. So you started with a gentle knock.

Silence.

You knocked again putting a little more strength into it.

Silence.

You let out a frustrated breath and added, “Chris, it’s me.”

The door opened not a second later. You immediately noted that he discarded his blood-drenched sweatshirt and shirt. He moved aside to let you in and promptly shut the door behind you.

There was another moment of silence, so you decided to be the first to speak, keeping your voice steady and filled with concern. “What happened out there?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “There was a room with a bunch of medication in it, antibiotics, vitamins, and like a dozen of the infected. It was like someone herded them all in there so no one would try to get to the meds. And my dad said it wasn’t worth the risk, but I knew it was. All we had to do was take out the infected and it would be a gold mine,” he explained. “Even Daniel said it wasn’t worth it so they started moving on, but I knew I had to do it with or without their help.”

“You know I told you not to wander off again,” you said, half-heartedly.

He pursed his lips. “I know. But I did it for you, Y/N. You’ve been feeling sick lately and I just needed to help.”

You felt lightheaded at the gesture, but also panicked at the realization that he really had no idea what was really going on with you. You weren’t sick, you were pregnant. When you were going to tell him was beyond you. All you knew for sure was that he put himself in immense danger to make you feel better and your stomach had butterflies and you were so glad he was okay.

You could feel your pulse racing through your veins as you stepped forward and lightly cupped his cheeks, your skin brushing against the smudged splatters of blood that were beginning to dry. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you leaned closer to him, gently pressing your lips against his. His hands wandered to your lower back where his thumbs traced circles over the fabric of your sweater.

This was the first time you two had kissed since that night. You pulled back and whispered, “You should probably take a shower.”

“What, do I smell?” he joked.

You scrunched your nose and smiled. “Sorta. You’re also covered in blood.”

“Fair enough.” He quickly pecked your lips once more before reaching for some clean clothes.

You were sure you were blushing as you watched him stroll down the hallway to the bathroom. Once he was out of sight, you walked into your shared room with Alicia. She was sitting on her bunk. Her hair was wet; you assumed she had just cleaned up as well.

“Hey,” you greeted.

She slowly looked over at you. “There’s a pregnancy test in the bathroom trash,” she spoke softly. Your heart sunk and the boat engine started up.

“Oh. Uh, whose do you think it is?” You hoped you sounded convincing.

She sighed. “My mom, most likely. I don’t think she and Travis ever talked about having kids, it can’t be planned. Now isn’t exactly the best time to expand the family tree.”

You nodded in agreement.

The sound of the shower turning on reminded you that the test was still in the trash. You hoped Chris hadn’t seen it, but if he hadn’t then he might see it on his way out.

You were exhausted and petrified, but the adrenaline that shot through your body in that moment made you feel truly alert. “I’ll be right back,” you told Alicia before leaving the room as casually as possible.

The hallway was empty, so you rushed to the bathroom door. You slowly turned the knob, grateful that it was unlocked. You sifted through the trash for a moment and saw it. God, it was so obvious, it was practically right on top. You could only assume he didn’t see it. You weren’t even sure he knew you were in the room. The mirror that you had been staring in that same morning was steaming up, and it brought you back to how normal everything used to be. A soft moan to your side caught your attention. You leaned a little closer. It wasn’t like how the infected sound. In fact, it reminded you of the sounds from that night. And that’s when you realized what he was doing.

Your jaw nearly dropped and you rushed out of there. You took your time closing the door so it didn’t make a loud clicking noise.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped and spun around to see Nick standing in front of you. You hid the pregnancy test, clear as day in your right hand, behind your back and leaned against the wall. “Oh, I was just... I had to take some Tylenol, I have a headache.”

You were lying through your teeth.

He looked skeptical and tilted his head to the side. “Okay. I hope it kicks in soon. You should get some sleep.”

“Thanks.” You speed-walked to your room, quickly rushing over to your bag of clothes, slyly putting the pregnancy test at the bottom. When you stood up, Alicia was curiously watching you. You were holding some sweatpants to change into for the night. Thankfully, she thought nothing of your mildly frantic behavior and she rolled over and faced the wall.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you think it must have happened as soon as your head touched the pillow. You awoke to light filling the room and your body screaming that it still hadn’t had enough rest. You could take a hint, so you closed your eyes and drifted off again.

The water was seeping into the raft. It would be minutes until it could no longer float. A hand on your knee felt reassuring until you looked down and noticed your basket ball sized stomach. You couldn’t help but start panicking. It was Chris by your side, but you didn’t feel safe anymore. He told you to start pushing. Suddenly Alicia was on your other side, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Keep pushing, Chris was telling you. Nothing was happening. And then you were screaming as you noticed your abdomen being ripped open from the inside. Chris was crying now and Alicia was gone. Maybe she fell into the water? You were sure you only blinked, but now Chris was cradling the baby in his arms. You watched him holding it with such love in his eyes as you drifted in the middle of the sea with a deflating raft. You would have started crying too until you noticed your baby start to decompose as if time was sped up somehow. Chris seemed unbothered as he handed the baby to you. The moment you touched it, it opened it’s eyes. They were yellow. Almost like a glowing yellow. It opened it’s mouth as if it scream and you saw razor sharp teeth right in front of your face-

You woke up in a cold sweat. Whatever your subconscious was trying to tell you, it needed to be quiet. You slowly sat up, wiping beads off sweat of your forehead. That was when the nausea slowly crept up on you. Taking a few deep breaths to relax yourself, you noticed that Alicia wasn’t in her bed so you wondered what time it was.

You decided to take a shower, still feeling a bit sluggish even as you got out and dressed yourself for the day. You assumed everyone was on deck so that’s where you went.

Madison was in the kitchen, holding a glass of water. Ofelia and Alicia were on the couch playing a card game, Nick was watching them.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Madison said to you. “Nice of you to join us.”

You saw Chris sitting outside with his dad. Your cheeks burned as you remembered kissing him last night and hearing him in the shower.

“You want to play?” Ofelia asked.

You reluctantly agreed, hoping your stomach would settle down.

Strand stopped the boat and Daniel and Nick were fishing off the side, hoping for dinner. Chris had gone downstairs while Madison joined Travis outside. You wanted to follow Chris, but you also didn’t want to be obvious so you stayed where you were.

“Y/N, are you feeling any better today?” Alicia questioned without warning.

Feeling Ofelia staring at you, you gave a quick shrug. “A little, I guess.”

“That’s good.” You noticed Alicia glance outside at her mom and Travis. “Do you think he knows?”

“What?”

“Do you think he knows she’s pregnant?”

Ofelia sat up straighter and you tried to keep your eyes from bugging out of your head.

“What do you mean?” Ofelia asked.

Alicia lowered her voice, even though nobody was around. “I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom last night and I think it’s positive.”

“That’s- You think your mom took it?”

“Yeah. Makes the most sense.”

Ofelia glanced over to see your expression. Luckily you had perfected your poker face.

“I’m going to ask her about it tonight. I’ll probably mention it to Nick before, too,” Alicia started explaining.

There was no way this wouldn’t end in everybody learning the truth, but you were not ready. Not even close.

She continued, “I really can’t believe they would be so reckless. Seriously, how dumb do you have to be to let yourself get knocked up while the world is turning to absolute shit?”

Ouch. That made your eyes start to water a bit.

Ofelia chewed on her bottom lip as if she was in deep thought. She finally spoke, “Hey, maybe you should go ask them about it right now. I mean, the cat’s already halfway out of the bag, right?”

“No,” you quickly interjected. “You should let them talk about it when they’re ready.”

Alicia narrowed her eyes, and you wondered if she could see the pure panic happening inside your mind. “Are you okay?” she asked. Maybe your eyes were watering too much.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You tried to laugh it off and turned everyone’s attention back to the game. After Alicia won, she went downstairs for a bathroom break. You took the time to clear things up with Ofelia. “Oh my god, she thinks it’s her mom. What the hell do I do?”

“Tell her the truth.”

“No, what do I do besides that?”

“Y/N, that’s all there is to do,” Ofelia said. “The prenatal vitamins are in my room by the way if you ever decide to start taking them which I think you should.”

It took all you had to not burst into tears in that moment. You saw her point. Telling the truth to everybody would be best thing to do. You wouldn’t have to live with the secret anymore and perhaps the adults will be furious and Chris will be taken aback, but maybe it was best if they just knew already.

You took a slow breath. “How do I tell them? How do I tell them without having everyone disappointed in me?”

She grabbed your hand for support. “You just tell them the truth, alright? Everybody here cares for you and they will have no choice but to come to terms with it, okay? And you have me on your side to start.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The setting sun cast a pink hue over the skyline and everybody was outside admiring it - except for Travis, who was finishing cleaning up dinner, and Strand, who was in the wheelhouse. You were planning on taking Ofelia’s advice and simply telling everyone, but you needed to tell Chris first.

You stood next to Chris, asking to talk to him in private, and swiftly grabbed his hand and led him past his father and down the steps. Travis watched the two of you disappear downstairs, not knowing what to think. You supposed it didn’t matter if you weren’t being subtle anymore because everyone was going to know what was going on soon enough.

You entered your room and shut the door behind him.

“Okay, what’s going on?” he asked.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you reached to the bottom of your bag and pulled out the pregnancy test. You gripped it tightly in your hands, feeling like you were going to pass out as you turned around to face him. The fear on your face was unmistakable. You were holding the test close to your chest, almost cradling it.

Chris glanced at your hands. “What’s that?”

You inhaled sharply before finding your voice. “Pregnancy test.”

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “What?”

“It’s a pregnancy test,” you said, a little louder with as much confidence as you could muster.

“Why do you have that?” he asked wearily.

Your mouth went dry and your tongue suddenly felt like sandpaper. “Because I took it.”

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, eyes growing wider by the seconds.

“It’s positive,” you told him, your nausea feeling worse than before. You looked down at the test in your hands, wanting nothing more than to run upstairs and throw it overboard. You began rambling, “It’s positive, so I-I guess I’m gonna have a baby unless it turns and eats me apart from inside or I die giving birth because that happens sometimes you know. I don’t want it to happen, but it could. It might.”

When you finally looked up at him, he was cautiously taking a few steps toward you. He looked completely panicked. “Uh, I.... Um-”

“I’m sorry,” you uttered before he could get the words out. “I didn’t want to tell you, but I guess you deserve to know and you were going to find out eventually. Please say something.”

“You’re- Can I see that?” he asked softly.

You nodded and showed him the test.

“How do you know it’s positive?”

“’Cause it has the two lines.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed out in absolute shock.

“That’s exactly what I said,” you half-smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood and break the extreme tension in the room.

After a short silence, he pursed his lips and lowered his voice. “So, this isn’t like a joke? This is real?”

“It’s real, Chris. I wish it wasn’t, but it is.”

He gulped in response.

“You don’t hate me now, do you?”

Out of everything he’s learned in the past minute, that question seemed to take him by the biggest surprise. He quickly shook his head. “No. How could you even ask that, Y/N? I could never hate you. And this is my fault anyway.”

And that was all it took for you to burst into tears. You had a sudden tidal wave of emotions rush through your body and you couldn’t hold it together. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“I’m scared,” you sobbed into his shoulder.

“Me too,” he whispered.

“Dad, Y/N is pregnant. Dad, I got Y/N pregnant. I’m sorry, Dad, I didn’t realize that pulling out was an option.” Chris let out a scoff, “I can’t do this.”

“The first one sounded fine. And you’re not doing it alone, okay? I’ll be there too,” you explained. “I can even be the one to say it.”

He was pacing the room, trying to figure out how to tell his father. You were laying down on your bed, exhausted. You were always tired lately. Probably because your body was overworking itself forming a human.

Sitting down at the edge of the bed, he gently rested his hand on your leg. “Look, you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to. He’s going to be mad.”

“It will be easier if we just tell him together, Chris,” you said.

“But we don’t have to tell him today,” he countered.

“You’re right, we don’t.”

He smiled.

You quickly added, “But we should.”

His smile disappeared. He licked his lips, thinking what to say next. “Once he knows... once everyone knows, everything will be different.”

“Everything is already different,” you whispered.

He looked frightened, but you noticed him try to relax himself. He leaned forward. “I’m sorry,” he said softly before kissing your forehead.

You quickly sat up. “Don’t apologize. Do I want to have a baby? No, not really. But I am. We are. And... we both... It was both of us.”

He let out a slow breath, about to say something. A knock on the door interrupted him and startled you both. “Y/N? Chris?”

It was Travis. Surely he had gotten suspicious of you and Chris running off hand in hand and decided to check in.

You both shared a nervous glance. “It’s open,” you decided to call out. Neither of you bothered to move as the door opened and Travis peeked his head inside.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Everything alright?”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Well, everybody is upstairs and I just couldn’t help but notice that you were both in a rush to get down here,” he pointed out, stepping further into the room.

“Uh, yeah. Actually, there’s something we need to tell you,” you stammered.

This caught his attention. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, “Okay.”

“I feel like you should sit down,” you advised.

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “You’re scaring me a little.”

Madison appeared in the doorway behind Travis. Telling them both at the same time would be killing two birds with one stone, but you decided you wanted to tell Alicia at the same time too. So you got to your feet. “We should all go upstairs.”

You could sense the tension as you motioned for Travis and Madison to take a seat on the couch. Chris was simply watching you take control as you walked outside to get Alicia. In doing so, you grabbed the attention of everyone else. And suddenly everybody was sitting inside, even Strand who joined out of curiosity.

He poured a glass of whisky. “Let’s make this quick,” he urged.

You swallowed, squeezed your eyes shut, and took a deep breath to calm your heart rate.

“Okay, um, I’m... I’m pregnant,” you admitted.

Alicia’s eyes widened. She looked... betrayed? You couldn’t tell. And you suddenly felt like crying.

Travis stood up slowly. “Chris?”

“Yeah?” His throat felt dry.

“Is this... A-Are.... Did you... I-”

“It’s mine,” he confirmed.

Nick leaned against the couch and snorted, “Maybe we should look for condoms the next time we go to shore.”

“It’s a little late for that,” you contended.

“How long have you known?” Madison asked. She seemed oddly calm.

“Since yesterday,” you answered.

“You were never sick. You were pregnant,” she realized.

You nodded.

Travis started shaking his head. “No, this has to be a mistake. How can you know?”

“I took a pregnancy test-”

“Where the hell did you get a pregnancy test? I can’t imagine Strand had one lying around on the boat.”

“After everybody left, I went to shore too and found one.”

Chris, who didn’t know that, narrowed his eyes. “You went out there alone?”

“No, I wasn’t alone. Ofelia went with me.”

Daniel looked at his daughter with disapproval and you felt a little bad for ratting her out, but there was no use in lying about it.

“Okay, so you took one test. That doesn’t mean it’s accurate,” Travis exclaimed.

Madison let out a loud, disappointed sigh. “No, she has all the symptoms. I can tell.”

“She’s just a little sick. It’s not-”

“She’s been feeling nauseous, she puked, and she’s always tired.”

Nick absentmindedly chimed in again. “And her boobs are bigger.”

Everybody gave him a glare and he hunched over, presumably understanding that he should stay quiet for now.

“Travis, I’ve been through it. I know,” Madison told him.

“And you’re okay with this?” he nearly shouted.

That was when Madison angrily stood up. “No, I’m not okay with this. Not at all. But there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Chris mumbled.

“Hey, I don’t want to hear it right now, Chris. Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

You stepped closer to Chris defensively, clinging onto his arm. “Don’t be mad at him.”

“He got you pregnant, Y/N.”

“You’re really going to make me say it? It takes two to tango,” you replied angrily.

“I, um.... I just need to think.” Travis sighed and walked outside dramatically.

“So, are we going to have to listen to a screaming baby on board?” Strand wondered, prompting another sip of his drink.

You felt defeated. You truly expected Travis to handle it better. He always seemed like the reasonable and rational one. But, perhaps finding out he’s going to be a grandfather was enough for him to not be able to remain stable.

You frowned and made awkward eye contact with Alicia for a moment, who quickly got to her feet and rushed down the stairs.

“I imagined this going better,” you whispered to Chris. He simply placed a kiss on your temple to comfort you.

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ftwd-nicky · 7 years ago

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Pairing: Nick Clark x Reader

Author: @ftwd-nicky

Words: 3024

Author’s Note: This was a request by anon, “Hi could I please request a nick imagine where you’ve been together since before the apocalypse. The reader almost died somehow and so nick becomes really clingy and it’s all pretty much angst and fluff??” So, I have done it! It’s actually super cute and kind of heartbreaking. I hope you guys enjoy it :) oxox Thanks to my bestie @lovelydob for proofreading this for me.

I woke up to an empty cold bed, Nick nowhere in sight as I let out a small yawn, stretching my limbs. I groan slightly, wrapping my arms around Nick’s pillow, cuddling it as I inhale his lovely scent that lingered on the soft object. My mind kept thinking about how far Nick and I have come since the world ended. Plenty of fights, plenty of making up, and plenty of kisses… Nick’s favorite thing to do according to him.

I sat in our room on Strand’s yacht, waiting for Nick to come back from the shower so I can yell at him for disappearing into that shot up boat. I picked at my fingernails, thinking of what would happen if I lost Nick, which I don’t want to do. My head perked up as I heard arguing, trying to listen closely, Madison’s voice booming throughout the area.

Nick opened the door, quickly closing it behind him as he let out a sigh of relief. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I checked him out. He chuckled at my obvious gawking, walking over to me as he placed a small kiss to my forehead before getting dress… unfortunately.

“You do know that what you did was dangerous, right?” I asked quietly as he was buttoning up his pants. Nick let out a sigh and I stood up, standing inches in front of him as he looked down at me.

“I know it was dangerous, but what if there were people who needed help?” He asked me and my gaze turned to the floor. I felt his fingers brush mine, softly taking my hand into his, intertwining our fingers.

“What if you got killed? I-I don’t think I can live without you, Nick.” I muttered, on the verge of tears as I looked up at him, his eyes saddening a bit.

Nick pulled me closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as his hands are still intact with mine. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He whispered, our foreheads resting against each others as I nodded my head. “I was an addict. It’s kind of hard to get rid of me.”

I chuckled, shaking my head a bit as he laughed as well. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, my heartbeat picking up. “I love you.” I whispered, my hands moving to his torso, trailing them up his chest.

“I love you too, baby.” Nick smiled, pressing a kiss to my lips. I moved my arms around his neck, moving my lips against his as his arms wrapped around my waist, resting on my lower back. The two of us pulled away after a couple minutes, smiles on both of our lips. “God, I absolutely love kissing you. I could do it every second of every day.”

I smiled at the memory as a knock on our door snapped me out of my daze. I grabbed one of Nick’s shirts off the floor, slipping it over my head before quickly putting on a pair of jeans. I opened the door to find Madison on the other side and I greeted her with a small smile.

“Hey, Madison. Everything okay?” I asked her, sitting down on the bed as I slid socks onto my feet before putting my boots on.

“Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that Walker and his people are going to be moving onto the compound today.” She told me and I slumped, gulping slightly as my lips parted.

“O-Oh. Okay.” I muttered, biting the inside of my cheek as I thought about how Nick was going to feel about this.

After I had brushed my teeth and everything I walked out of the house, noticing everyone making their way towards the main gate. My feet followed the crowd, feeling my heartbeat pick up as I saw an abundance of vehicle’s making their way towards the ranch. Here we go. I thought at the same time the words left Alicia’s mouth.

She looked towards me, giving me a small smile as I returned it, hearing the engines of the side-by-side’s the militia uses when going out. My eyes met Nick’s as him and Troy stayed in the off road vehicle and I gave him a warm smile.

“I love you.” He mouthed to me and the smile on my face widened, my cheeks becoming flushed as I bit the inside of my lip. Alicia snapped me out of my thoughts by pulling me out of the road before I got hit by a truck.

“You should really stop getting lost in your thoughts. It’s going to get you hurt one day.” Alicia mentioned and I nodded in agreement, looking around for her brother. I saw Walker, Ofelia, Madison, Jake, Troy, Nick, and a few other people I didn’t know going towards the pantry and the two of us follow behind them.

Jake, Troy, and Walker were arguing about something when we got down there, Alicia going to stand by her mother as I stood a bit behind Nick. I placed my hand on his arm, resting my cheek against his shoulder blade. He looked down at me, giving me a small smile as he took his hand out of his pocket, intertwining our fingers.

Troy stormed out of the pantry, the two of us watching as he left before returning our attention to the group of people in front of us.

“How many people have the same feelings as Troy?” Walker asked.

Madison glanced around, letting out a small sigh, “some.” She mutters, glancing back at us and Nick let’s go of my hand, leaving the pantry, most likely following Troy. I pressed my lips together, watching him leave then returning my gaze on the group again.

“I’m going to go see if he’s alright.” I told Madison before excusing myself. After I left the pantry I strolled around the ranch, looking for Nick, but having no luck in finding him.

I was sitting at one of the tables outside the mess tent, picking at the scrambled eggs on my plate as Nick sat down in front of me. I didn’t look up at him as I continued to push around the eggs. My head snapped up when I felt a hand on mine, a thumb rubbing the back of my hand gently.

“You okay?” Nick asked me and I nodded my head, giving him a small smile. The two of us heard Crazy Dog ask Troy how the coffee was and I rolled my eyes at the childish play the two sides are doing. Troy walked over to our table, giving both of us a small smile as Terrance was walking towards a group of Walker’s men, his hand buried in his zip-up hoodie pocket.

My eyes were trained on the young teenager as he pulled out a gun and I quickly got up, running towards him quickly as he pointed it. “Terrance, no!” I heard Nick yell and I let out a small gasp as the gun went off.

Crazy Dog tackled Terrance, bringing him into a chokehold as my hand shakingly touched my stomach, a goopy red liquid dripping down my fingers. “N-Nick…” I mumbled, falling to my knees as I became light headed.

“ENOUGH!” I heard Walker’s voice boom out as he stormed over to us. One of my hands rested on the dirt as I held pressure to my wound, breathing a little heavier than before. Crazy Dog let go of Terrance, walking back to his table.

“Y/N!” Nick yelled, running over to me. He skidded to the ground, one of his hands resting on my cheek as I looked up at him. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re alright.” He mumbled and I showed him my other hand as it was covered in blood, tears pooling in my eyes.

“N-Nick-” I started, but was interrupted by coughing slightly.

Nick glanced over towards Troy as he motioned for him to help me up. Troy and Nick wrapped an arm around my waist as they brought me towards the infirmary. Another rancher had helped with Terrance as Walker followed.

Troy helped Nick place me onto one of the beds as Jake began rummaging through the shelves, grabbing everything he needs to get the bullet out of my wound. Sweat was dripping down my face as Nick gripped my hand.

“It’s going to be okay. Jake’s gonna get ya fixed up.” He muttered, pressing his lips to the side of my head. I turned my head towards his, tears streaming down my face as he placed a small kiss to my lips.

“I-I love you.” I stuttered, wincing slightly as Jake placed an iv into my arm. “I-I’d be dead on the side of the road if it wasn’t for you.” Nick laced our fingers together, pushing some hair out of my face as my eyes became heavy.

Nick began tearing up, shaking his head as he squeezed my hand a bit. “I know where you’re going with this, babe.” He sighed and I gave him a small smile. “You’ll be fine.” Nick reassured himself more than me as he stood up, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before I was surrounded by darkness.

I could hear Nick talk to his mom as his thumb rubbed the back of my hand. “So, Jake said that she’ll be fine, right?” He asked Madison.

“Yeah, the procedure went well, surprisingly. She’s going to be just fine, son.” Madison placed a hand on his shoulder before walking out of the infirmary.

I kept my eyes closed for a couple minutes just listening to the silene, waiting to see if Nick’s going to say anything else. His fingers continued to play with mine as I tried to stop the smile that’s forming on my lips.

“Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t be so brave and caring of basically strangers. You yell at me for putting myself into danger, but what I did didn’t almost get me killed.” He sighed and I frowned a bit, knowing he was right.

I slowly opened my eyes, fluttering them as I adjust my eyes to the sunlight peeking through the tent. I turned my head towards Nick as his eyes were trained on our intertwined fingers.

“I’m sorry, Nick.” I whispered and he jumped slightly. “I know what I did was stupid, but I just wanted to secure our stay here.” I told him and he nodded his head.

“I know you did. That’s the kind of person you are. And it’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.” Nick whispered and my heart fluttered in my chest. I brought my hand to his cheek, smiling softly at him as he rested his arms on the side of my bed. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He whispered before pressing his lips to mine.

I was helping the militia bring supplies into the pantry, trying to contribute some since Nick hasn’t really let me do anything since I was released from the infirmary. I’ve been in a little pain, but it subdues after a while.

I placed the bag of potatoes down on the floor in the pantry, wincing slightly as I held my hand over my stomach. Troy stood in front of me, looking down at me with a worried expression on his face. “You okay, Y/N?” He asked and I nodded my head, leaning against a shelf.

“Y-Yeah, just a cramp.” I muttered, glancing up at Troy. He didn’t look convinced of the lie I gave him and lifted my shirt up a bit, noticing that my bandage is covered in blood.

“Jesus, Y/N. Nick’s not going to be happy about this.” He muttered and I pushed his hand away, pulling my shirt back down.

“Happy about what?” Nick asked and I jumped, seeing him standing behind Troy. I gave Troy a look that said, “don’t tell him, please,” as Nick stood next to me. “Y/N… What am I not going to be happy about?” He asked me sternly and I shrugged my shoulders.

I walked away from the two boys, deciding to go look for Jake and see if he could replace my bandage. I frowned, hating myself that I’m lying to Nick, but I just need to breath. He’s been attached to my hip since I gotten hurt and yes, I adore him for that, but it’s becoming a little too much.

I found Jake in the infirmary, doing an inventory check as I walked into the tent. “Hey, Jake. Could you change my bandage?” I asked him and he glanced towards me, giving me a small nod. He grabbed the supplies needed as I lifted the front of my shirt, holding it up as he took the old bandage off.

“Holy shit, Y/N, what did you do?” Jake asked and I glanced down at the wound, seeing that I tore a couple stitches.

I was about to answer him when a very familiar voice cut me off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Nick asked and I looked back at him, seeing the hurt and betrayal in his eyes. My lips parted, feeling my heart begin to crumble as he walked over to us.

“I-I, um, I didn’t want you to worry more than you already were.” I muttered, slightly withholding the entire truth from him. “And honestly, Nick, you’re kind of smothering me. I just want to be able to help out. You know I hate sitting around doing nothing.” I sighed, wincing slightly as Jake began to stitch my wound back up.

“How can I not worry? You almost DIED. Do you get that?” He yelled angrily and my gaze found its way to the floor, nodding my head. Nick sighed, running his hands through his hair before rubbing his face. “I guess I’m sorry for caring about your health. You don’t have to worry about me smothering you anymore.” He muttered, walking out of the infirmary.

My heart shattered as he walked out, tears streaming down my face, turning my gaze towards Jake who just finished stitching and cleaning my wound. I quietly thanked him, my hands gripping the bed that was behind me, taking deep breaths.

“...Are you going to be okay?” He asked me and I shook my head, feeling my hands shaking as I kept my eyes on the bed. “Do you want me to get Alicia?” He asked another question to which I declined once more.

I left the infirmary abruptly, hugging my arms tightly as I made my way towards the only tree on the ranch. I carefully sat on the ground, wrapping my arms around my knees before resting my forehead against my kneecaps. Did I just lose the love of my life because he began to get clingy? I’m such an idiot.

The sobs leaving my lips became uncontrollable as I tried to keep silent, not wanting to grab anyone’s attention. I sat under the tree for about an hour, getting colder by the second as I rubbed the sides of my arms. After contemplating to myself about going to see Nick I decide that it’s probably a good idea.

My feet carried me to the bunkhouse, hoping that he was the only one there and I noticed a light on, signaling he was home. I shivered as the wind picked up slightly, seeing the sun set behind the hill. I walked up the steps, knocking on the door as I waited for him to answer the door.

I saw his face through the window as he opened the door, leaning against the doorframe. “What are you doing here?” He asked and I can feel the pain in my chest worsen.

“Well one, I live here and two, I-I wanted to talk to you. Mainly apologize for being such a bitch earlier.” I muttered, feeling my fingers going numb as I bit the inside of my lip. Nick noticed how cold I must’ve been since he let me inside.

“I can certainly agree that you were being a bitch. Glad you realize your mistake.” He muttered, sitting down on the bed and I nodded, sitting down on the bed in front of him.

“I just… I guess I was becoming a bit agitated about just sitting around and doing nothing. I never meant to take it out on you, Nick. I’ll be honest with you, these past couple hours have been absolute hell.” I whispered, playing with the ends of my fingers as I sighed.

“Y/N, I love you. I really do, and you know that I’m not the type of guy to be clingy.” I nodded at what he was saying, glancing up at him for a second. “But if I have to be clingy to get you to rest and heal, I will. I don’t want to lose you. I would be so lost without you and you’re the only person that keeps me sane. I need you, baby.” Nick muttered and I stood up, grabbing his hands, making him stand up.

“As you told me on the boat, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I can’t bear the thought that we might be over.” I mentioned, staring up at him as he nodded his head, grinning down at me.

“That was a mistake on my part. I didn’t want the message to come across that way, but it did. Don’t worry, you still have me.” He smiled, placing both his hands on my cheeks as he tilted his head to the side, kissing my lips softly.

I smiled into the kiss, running my fingers through his hair as I moved my lips against his, glad to be back in his arms again. We pulled away from each other and I rest my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist, inhaling his natural scent. Nick pressed his lips to the side of my head, rubbing my back softly as we stood in the middle of the room in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

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christophermanawaprotectionsquad · 7 years ago

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Lost Time

Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 7

Chris Manawa/Reader

Prompt: Enemies to Friends to Lovers + Rain

You had been neighbors with the Clark’s since you were a kid, and had been friends with Nick and Alicia for most of your life. When the soldiers came and set up the barrier, you began to spend more time with them.

You and Chris had gotten along pretty well at first, but at some point on the Abigail he had become harsh and distant, so of course you were a dick to him in return.

Which is why you had no explanation as to why when Chris decided to leave with Brandon and Derek, who extended the invitation to you, you accepted. Well, an explanation aside from the fact that you still harbored a crush on the kinder, softer Chris you had known for a short time after you’d met him. But you'd sooner kiss an infected than admit that.

At least you could plead basic human decency when you threatened to shoot the two men when they were about to murder Chris after the car crash.

The two of you had started warming up to each other again as you traveled from place to place, scavenging for supplies and protecting each other from the infected. But, once again, things changed. You were reunited with Travis and the Clark's a few weeks later after finding them hiding out in an abandoned suburban neighborhood in Arizona.

Travis hugged his son, crying tears of relief, as the Clark's checked to see if you were harmed.

“Are you okay?” Alicia asked. While Madison checked you for wounds.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you smiled. Alicia pulled you into a tight embrace and Nick followed suit.

During the weeks you had traveled together, Chris had become more like the boy you had met months before, and less like the one who had shot the farmer in cold blood. While he was still distant to the rest of the group, aside from his dad, you had hoped everything would be fine—well, as fine they could be in the apocalypse—but once again Chris was ignoring you.

Whenever you tried to start a conversation with him he would act like he couldn't hear you or just walk away. You had asked Travis if he knew what was wrong, but he said it wasn't his place to tell. All your attempts to talk to Chris failed, until you finally managed to corner him one night.

“Hey,” you said as you approached him, sitting at a window of the abandoned house your group was staying for the night, watching the rain fall outside.

He stayed silent. You took a second to gather your courage.

“Why are you ignoring me?” you asked.

More silence. The only sound was water droplets pattering against the window.

“Chris, please. Whatever I did I’m sorry! Okay? I just want to be your friend again,” You begged. True, you wanted to be more than friends, but if friends was all he wanted to be it was enough for you.

He took as shaky breath before speaking, “You didn’t do anything wrong (Y/N).”

“Then why-”

“Because it hurts!” his outburst shocked you. “Because you’re amazing and kind and smart and you went with me and Brandon and Derek even though they obviously scared you, and you saved my life. I love being your friend, but watching you with something else hurts.”

“Watching me with someone else?”

“You and Nick,” he looked back down at his hands, no linger capable of looking you in the eyes.

“Nick and I have nothing going on between us,” you laughed.

“Really?” his voice sounded hopeful.

“No! I did have a crush on Alicia in middle school, but I got over that years ago.”

“Oh, so you’re not into guys?”

“No, I’m into guys too, and I’m definitely into you,” you nudged his side and gave him a cheeky grin.

His looked up at you, surprised, and you took the opportunity to lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips.

The rain fell harder outside as you two made up for lost time.

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christophermanawaprotectionsquad · 7 years ago

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Good Things

Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 19

Chris Manawa/Reader

Prompt: With an adopted child + Marriage

Very few good things happened in the apocalypse. The good things that did happen to you, you could count on one hand.

1. You met Christopher Manawa

Getting separated from your group after a run in with a violent group of survivors was your worst nightmare come true. After a week of looking for them to no avail, you realized you had to keep moving.

You made your way East, hoping that the less populated areas would have less undead. On the way you ran into a another survivor that had lost his group.

Chris had left his father and stepfamily to join some other boys, but after Chris was injured in a car accident they left him to die.

The two of you decided that it would be smarter and safer to travel together. Neither of you expected to fall in love, but it was three months into traveling with Chris and you were head-over-heels.

A small fire crackled in front of you as you stared up at the sky.

“The stars are so clear here,” Chris mumbled beside you. You hummed in agreement and he turned to look over at you.

“They’re so beautiful,”

“Yeah, you are,” he breathed. You turned to look at him, shocked that he actually returned your feelings. He leaned towards you and his lips met yours.

After a few minutes you pulled away giggling.

“What?” he asked worried that he had done something wrong.

“That was so fucking cliche,” you said looking at him with an adoring gaze.

“Shut up,” he pulled you into another mind-blowing kiss.

2. Marrying Chris

Weddings in Alexandria were less than traditional. Deana handed you a marriage certificate, you both signed it, and you were officially married. You and Chris decided not to have a ceremony, and it was the proposal that made it one of the best days of your lives.

Chris had seen a jewelry store on a run a few days ago and found a ring he thought you would love. Before the world ended, he probably would have waited for the perfect moment to propose. Unfortunately, in the new world the perfect moment might never happen, so he asked you immediately after he came home.

Anytime one of you went on a run without the other, the other person would probably be at home worrying. So, when Chris opened the door to your house, you immediately bolted to him and hugged him.

Once you pulled away he told you to close your eyes. When you opened them he was looking up and you on one knee.

“Meeting you was one of the best things to ever happen to me, even before the apocalypse. Despite the fact that the world around us is hell, being with you makes me feel like everything will be okay. I don’t no where I would be today, or if I would even be alive, without you. (Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?”

3. Finding Elizabeth

Going on supply runs were the only time you could leave Alexandria. It’s not that you didn’t love the settlement, but being contained within the walls for years would have driven you insane if it weren’t for the short time you spent outside. Deana had sent you and Chris out for a few things.

On the way back, there was a small building surrounded by walkers. A noise came from within that attracted them and they scratched at the stores glass windows. The two of you took out the walkers and noticed a note stuck on the door. “Got bitten, please save my baby,” you read aloud. You realized what the noise was. When Chris got the door open you were hit with the sound of a crying baby.

The cries came from a back room that was locked from the outside. You grabbed the key that was sitting in the counter and opened the door. On top of the desk, sitting wrapped tightly in blankets and nestled into a baby carrier, was a small infant.

“How could anyone leave their child in here?” you asked picking them up and cradling them in your arms.

“They were bitten. The alternatives do sound to great either,” Chris said looking down at their tiny form. “We should bringg them back to Alexandria.” The child started crying again.

“But first we should feed it,” you said handing him the baby before searching the store for something that resembled baby food.

Those three things were the only good events you could think of happening after the outbreak. The baby ended up being a girl. After a long discussion and a bit of thinking the two of you decided to adopt her. You had named her Elizabeth, after his mother Eliza.

You laid in bed and looked over at Chris who was cuddling your now five year old daughter in your sleep.

Not many good things happened in the apocalypse, but you planned on holding onto the few things that did.

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christophermanawaprotectionsquad · 7 years ago

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#1 Fan

Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 15

Chris Manawa/Reader

Prompt: Hogwarts AU (Hufflepuff!Chris x Hufflepuff!Reader) + Soulmate AU (writing messages on skin)

Flames crackled in the fire place. You curled into a big plush chair as you reread your favorite book. It was getting late and there was only a few other people in the common room.

The room was unbelievably comfortable. The walls were round and made of yellow bricks, the circular windows let in a bit of moon light, the wooden floor was covered in a large soft carpet, and the room was filled with plants.

A familiar rhythm of taps could be heard through the door before it opened and someone entered. You looked up and saw Chris Manawa, a boy from your Charms class. The two of you had spoken to each other a few times before and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a small crush on him. He sat down in the armchair next to you.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, catching your attention.

“Hmm?” you hummed. He held out a plate of cinnamon rolls that he must have gotten from the House Elves in the kitchen.

“Want one?” he offered.

“Thank you,” you nodded and grabbed one.

“How Quidditch training going?” he asked. “Are you guys ready for the match this Friday?”

“Yeah, we’ve been training almost everyday. Slytherin’s going to eat shit,” you smiled as he laughed. Your heart fluttered at the sound and you turned away hoping he couldn’t see your blush in the dim light.

“Good, I’ll be in the stands cheering for you. Don’t forget: I’m your number one fan,” he said. You secretly hoped it wasn’t a joke.

Pulling on your Quidditch gear, you listened to your team captain give a pre-match speech.

A smile spread across your face as you felt a faint scribbling across your arm.

You had been writing back and fourth with your soulmate since your thirteenth birthday. You hadn’t told him you had magic. Partially because you weren’t sure if he’d even believe you, but also because you were worried that even if he did believe you he would think you were a freak. A lot of the half-blood's you had met said that their muggle parent had a bad reaction to finding out their significant other had magic powers, and you prayed that you would never be with one of those people.

‘Hey’ it read. You scrambled to grab a pen from your locker.

'Hey’ you wrote back. 'Sorry I can’t talk right now. I have a Quidditch match in a minute’ It wasn’t until you were walking onto the pitch that you realized your mistake.

After a moment of panic, you realized, to your relief, they would have no idea what Quidditch even was and you could play it off somehow without having to tell them about the wizarding world just yet. You forced yourself to ignore the feeling of them replying on your arm. Then you and your team mates took to the air and the balls were released.

Once the match ended, you checked your arm and your heart almost stopped.

'Slytherin’s going to eat shit’ read your soulmates handwriting, scrawled across your arm.

'Yeah, they did’ you wrote back. The letters were crooked as your hand shook from both nerves and excitement. 'Meet me outside the locker rooms?’ You had never changed so fast in your life.

When you walked out you saw something that made butterfly explode in your stomach. Chris leaned up against the outer wall of the Quidditch pitch, as if waiting for someone.

“Hey, Chris,” you said as you walked up to him.

“Hey, (Y/N). You did amazing!” he smiled. “You’re definitely the best beater on the team.”

“Thanks!” you said and realized you had no idea how to subtlety breach the subject of the possibility of him being your soulmate.

Wondering if you were actually lucky enough to have him be your soulmate, you took a breath to say something, but he spoke before you could. “The Slytherin team really ate shit didn’t they?”

“Yeah, they did,” you paused for a second before deciding 'fuck subtlety' and continuing. “Hey, can I see your arm?”

He smiled as if hoping you would ask that as he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, showing you his arm. You froze when you saw the writing on his arm. He pulled his sleeve down and grabbed hour hands, bringing you back to reality.

“I was hoping it would be you the second I read the word Quidditch,” he said looking into your eyes.

After a moment of thinking about how much you loved the deep brown color of his eyes, you smiled brightly and spoke, “I’m so glad it’s you. I guess it’s a good thing you’re already my number one fan.”

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christophermanawaprotectionsquad · 7 years ago

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The One With A Really Helpful Near Death Experience

Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 3

Chris Manawa/Reader

Prompt: Friends to Lovers + Hugs

You and your family had been traveling, more like wandering, for months since the world ended. You had gotten pretty good at avoiding and killing, what some of the other groups you had crossed paths with called, walkers.

You found you were shockingly good at adjusting to the new world order. Knowing you were killing, what used to be, other human beings still made you shed a few tears at night, when no one was watching; and you did long for your old, less complicated life. But you were willing to do what was necessary to keep you and your family alive.

The only thing that could make you break down, outside of the short time before you fell asleep, was not knowing whether your best friend, Chris, was still alive.

It seemed somewhat stupid to you. That that was what made you cry when the entire world and life as you knew it completely changed for the worst, but he was the one person in who you told everything to. You both supported each other like when his parents got divorced. You didn't want to burden your family, they were already preoccupied with their own worries.

So when you came upon a group of boys, who gave you a very bad feeling, you were ecstatic when you saw Chris among them. The second you noticed him you shouted his name and threw your arms around him in a bone crushing hug which he returned full force.

When the boys he was with made suggestive jokes about the two of you, you did your best not to blush and give away your crush on your best friend.

As your two groups went to part ways you asked Chris to come with you and your family. You didn't want to say anything about the group he was with in fear he would get defensive, but they made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

After a few seconds of staring into your pleading eyes as you grasped his hands tightly in yours like if you loosened your grip even a little he would disappear and you'd never see him again-Which, in this new world, was actually quite likely- he agreed and you pulled him into a hug, relieved.

Chris had been traveling with your family for weeks now and he found that your family was more accepting of his "do what has to be done" attitude than his own was, but less trigger happy than the boys he was with before were.

Your family took refugee from the reality of the apocalypse around them by teasing you about your crush and occasionally even trying to play matchmaker. Nothing came if their meddling until you and Chris raided a small convenience store.

It would have been an easy in-and-out job if you hadn't gotten distracted and missed the zombie coming towards you from behind. You let out a yelp as it knocked you down and landed on top of you, snapping it teeth at you as you struggled to push it off of you. A shot rang out and the zombie collapsed into a motionless heap on top of you. Chris helped you push it off and pulled onto your feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked frantically as he checked you for injuries.

"I'm fine. Sorry, I got distracted," you said as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"Fuck, you scared me," he said stroking your hair. It was the closest either of you had come to dying since the end of the world. The closest Chris had come to losing you forever.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you admitted.

He took a shaky breath before pulling back and looking into your eyes. "No, (Y/N), I'm in love with you," the seriousness in his eyes left you speechless for a moment before you hugged him again, even tighter.

"I'm in love with you too," you said into his neck, just loud enough for him to hear. You both stood in each others embrace for a few more minutes until you pulled away. "We should head back, they'll start to worry." You smiled softly at him. He nodded and grabbed your hand as you made your way back to where your group was staying.

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ftwd-nicky · 7 years ago

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Military Facility

Pairing: Nick Clark x Reader

Author: @ftwd-nicky

Words: 2153

Author’s Note: I wanted to write about Nick in dat facility when I was re-watching season 1 and this is the end result! I hope everyone enjoys it :)

I sat in one of the many cages in the dim lit area, other pleading the guards to let them free as my foot tapping on the floor in worry. I placed both hands on each side of my head, gripping my hair gently before rubbing my face. I don’t even fucking remember how long I’ve been here for…

“You alright there, darlin’?” A deep voice asked me and I glanced up seeing a dark-skinned man wearing a very expensive suit in front of me. I let out a small sigh, shaking my head as he sat down next to me.

I rolled my eyes at the sound of the adult weeping next to us, glancing towards him as he looked at a picture of what I assume is his family. The posh man sitting next to me stood up, standing next to the man holding the picture, staring down at him.

“I look at a person like you and I know. You are a buyer. How do I know? Because I am a closer,” he spoke pacing in the space in front of us as my eyes stay on him. “I can sell anything, everything. Ask anyone. Except, uh, insurance.” He laughed, shaking his head a bit.

He began talking about family, making the guy sitting on the bench cry harder as I tilted my head to the side, wondering what this wealthy man is trying to do.

“Douglas, what’s wrong?” He asked, sitting down next to him as the crying got worse. I leaned my head against the fence, closing my eyes as I try to drown the sound out before I go completely insane. “Buck up. I think I found you a bright side.” The guy in the suit took the picture from Doug’s hands, glancing down at it. “I presume this is the wife.”

“Maria,” Doug told him, looking at it longingly.

I tuned out the conversation, thinking back to when I was first taken to this damn forsaken place.

I was sitting with my stepfamily in the Military run “safe zone,” watching some of the men patrol around the cul-de-sac as a doctor went from house to house, checking on people who needed medication and whatnot. I could hear my stepfather whisper to his boys and I glance behind me, seeing the three of them huddled up as I sighed.

Doctor Exner, she calls herself, came to our house next, greeting me with a small smile before talking with the step, both of them stepping into the house. They talked about what felt like ages but was only a few minutes before she took her leave.

“She doesn’t need to do a checkup?” I asked my stepfather and he shook his head, not even looking at me as I sighed, heading into the house, going to my room. I looked at the picture of my mother and I on my mirror, sighing sadly. “I wish you were still here…”

That night some military soldiers came into the house, claiming they had one of our names on their list to bring to the facility. “Y/N L/N.” One of them spoke as my heart stopped.

My eyes looked towards my stepfather and brothers as they had this stupid grin on their faces, the soldiers grabbing my arms, escorting me out of the house. “W-Wait no. There’s got to be a mistake. I’m not sick!” I yelled, fighting their grip.

I was snapped out of my memories when I felt the fence move, seeing Doug’s body laid against it, the crying got worse as two soldiers came in and took him away.

The man leans against the fence next to someone else, not really able to see their face as they sat on the floor, tucked into themselves. “So, then, who the hell are you?” He asked, looking down at the person.

I let out a small gasp as the person looked up, gripping the edge of the bench. “Nick…” I whispered, moving closer to him. “Nick? Is that really you?”

He looked over towards me, his eyes widening and I stood up, walking over towards him. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” I kneeled down next t him, placing my hands on his face, analyzing every inch of it.

“Remember my absolute favorite stepfamily?” I asked him sarcastically and he nodded his head in response. “Well, my stepfather told Exner that I was sick.” I frowned as did Nick, knowing how much of a dick my he was.

“I guess I had a similar scenario,” Nick paused, taking one of my hands in his, “Travis’ ex-wife had told her that I had been a drug addict and needed methadone.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “Still doing that, huh?” I asked to which he shamefully nodded. “Nicky-,”

“I know, I know. I tried to quit I really did, but it’s difficult.” He whispered, feeling the wealthy man’s eyes on us.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” I muttered, wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug. His hands rest on my back, returning the hug as I sighed contently.

“As much as I don’t want to interrupt this cute reunion, we’ve got bigger problems on our hands.” The man mentioned and I pulled away from Nick, looking at him.

“What did you say your name was again?” I asked, looking up at him.

He smiled, straightening his suit as I narrowed my eyes at him. “Strand. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“You too,” I muttered turning away from him as guards patrolled around the cages, taking everyone’s temperature.

They placed the advanced thermometer near strands head, reading out the result, “98.6.” They moved onto me as I stared up at them, my heart pounding. “99.8.” Again, they moved onto Nick, heading the thing beep, waiting for them to read the result, “101.1. Take him.”

“Wait, no. H-He’s not sick!” I yelled as two guards came in, grabbing his arms. I stood up quickly, trying to pry their hands off Nick. “Listen to me, he’s not sick, please,” I begged.

One of them pushes me off of them and I fall to the ground, reaching my hands out to try and catch myself, but fail. I wince, hurting my wrist as Strand stepped up to the cage, whispering something to the main guard, Melvin.

“Hey! Let me go, man.” Nick fought, squirming as he looked back at me. I stared at him, slowly getting off the ground as Melvin halted the two men who were holding Nick.

“Put him back in the pen,” Melvin ordered and I sighed in relief as they brought him back in, my hands gripping his forearms tightly. Nick held me with the same amount of strength, my head buried in his neck. I could feel his lips pressed against the side of my head, his hand rubbing my back as the guards walked off.

“I’m okay,” Nick whispered, rubbing his hands on my arms as I pulled away. “Why’d you save me?” He asked Strand, furrowing his eyebrows at him.

“I didn’t save you. I obligated you.” Strand muttered, sitting back down on the bench. Nick and I moved back towards the spot he sat in when I first saw him, our shoulders brushing softly. “There’s a difference.”

We looked at each other, confused with Strand’s words. Nick was about to say something when Strand cut him off.

“I look at you, Nick, and I see someone who knows the means of necessity.”

“Well, I’m an addict,” Nick stated as I played with his fingers, listening to the boys’ conversation.

“No, you’re a heroin addict, that’s the golden standard. Don’t sell yourself short.” Strand corrected and I closed my eyes, biting my lip softly. I wish I could’ve been there to help him… “Anyway, I’m going to require a man with your talent when I make my move.”

“What move?” Nick and I asked simultaneously. Strand stayed quiet, just staring at us as he pulled out a key from inside his sleeve.

The three of us sat in the pen for what seemed like ages in silence. Nick got up at one point, pacing around the cage, running a hand along the fence. My foot anxiously began tapping against the floor again, chewing on my fingernails as my eyes darted around.

“I am losing my mind,” Nick stated, stopping for a second before continuing to pace. “I thought the house was bad,” he muttered, running a hand through his ratty hair.

“Nick, can you please stop? You’re making me kind of dizzy.” I chuckled, biting my lip softly. He looked down at me, smiling gently as he stopped, sitting down on the bench that’s next to me. Nick’s finger glided through my hair, leaning into his touch as my eyes fluttered shut.

“Just picture you’re somewhere nice, with a needle in your arm.” Strand told him and I sighed, getting off the ground, sitting next to Nick.

“Is it bad? When was the last time you used?” I asked him quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Nick looked over at me, his hand on my leg as he sighed. “Y-Yeah. I mean, it’s been tolerable I guess. The last time I used was a couple days ago… morphine.” He muttered, frowning. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Nick. I-I just wanted what’s best for you a-and when you barely tried… I-I couldn’t handle it, so I left. I’m sorry.” I teared up, leaning my forehead against the side of his face.

“I-It’s okay, Y/N/N.” He whispered, hugging me tightly.

Our moment was interrupted by gunfire, both of us jumping as I gripped onto his arm. The alarm begins to go off, the three of us standing up.

“It’s time to go,” Strand mentioned, searching his pockets for something.

Where are we going?” I asked, feeling my heart pounding against my ribcage.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked, watching him continue to search his pockets before Nick held up a key. I kept my laugh in as Strand smiled, taking the key from him.

“You, I like you.” Strand muttered, unlocking the gate, the two of us following behind him. “Y/N… I didn’t plan for you to come, but-,”

“She’s coming. No questions asked.” Nick cut him off, pulling me close to him as I wrapped an arm around his waist. “I can’t lose her again, Strand.” He glared a bit, placing a hand on his chest, trying to calm him down slightly.

“You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say, but I’m bringing you anyway because one, I can see that Nick cares about you and two, you’re growing on me.” Strand grinned and I laughed, pressing my lips together.

“Thanks, Strand.” I smiled as the three of us walked down a hallway. I kept my hand on Nick’s jacket, gripping slightly as we headed towards the stairwell. Strand pushed us out of the way as we heard guards rushing down the stairs.

My breathing became heavier as Strand motioned us to move forward, going through a pair of double doors, them closing loudly behind us. We crept down an eerie hallway, entering another area where a soldier was lying dead on the floor and another slowly dying. Nick and I stayed back as Strand went forward, whispering to him as a bunch of infected came through the doors opposite to us.

“Guys, we gotta go,” I called out, the three of us running back down the hallway we came from. We came up to the double doors, pushing it open but it doesn’t budge. “Oh no, no, no, no,” I muttered, looking back as Nick got in front of me, ramming his shoulder into the door, the infected getting closer and closer. “We’re gonna die.”

“Hey, we’re getting out of this. I’m getting you out of this.” Nick whispered, putting both his hands on my cheeks. “I’ll do literally anything to keep you safe.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, coming in contact with his fingers as I nodded. His eyes searched mine for a few seconds before leaning down, connecting our lips together. I balled up his jacket in my hands, moving my lips against his before pulling away.

Nick looked out the window, his eyes widening as he placed his hands on the window. “Mom? Mom!” He yelled, pounding on the door. I looked out the other window, watching in silence as one of the nurses slid her card through the card reader many times. It finally unlocked, the three of us bursting through the door, Nick and I closing it behind us.

“Y/N?” Madison asked and I waved, smiling lightly. Nick grabbed my hand, muttering how it wasn’t a great time for a reunion.

Well, it’s time to run for our lives, literally.

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