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[catwithyellowwings]

Troy Otto x OFC (Megan Harris)

English is not my first language. OFC Megan Harris - childhood friend of Troy, Jake and Mike

"I don't understand what you see in him," Alicia muttered, shaking her head, seeing another showdown between the Otto brothers. Always the good man, Jake did not like the methods of his younger brother, who perceived threats to his address with a satisfied grin. He knew Jake wouldn't do anything to him, and Jeremiah was dead. Now the younger Otto's hands are untied, and he was going to clean up the farm, considering it his duty. To protect his people from the zombie invasion, Troy was ready to do anything, even forced killings, which neither his brother nor the recently arrived Clarks liked at all. In a short time, Madison somehow managed to gain credibility with the locals, which Troy did not really like, although he tried to ignore it, not perceiving Madison as a danger.

"What are you talking about?" without taking her eyes off from the disputants, asked Meg.

"Don't pretend," Clark sighed wearily, noticing how her friend's eyes were constantly following the younger Otto. "I can see the way you're looking at Troy. You clearly have something more than just friendship. After all, you didn't look at Mike like that, and neither did at Jake now."

"Jake has always been like an older brother to me," the girl explained, folding her arms on her chest. "He was covering for us all, keeping an eye on us. And Mike..." her heart skipped uncomfortably when her brain involuntarily reminded her of what had become of an old childhood friend, "Mike, Troy and I were inseparable. Jeremiah sometimes made fun of us that one day we would make a love triangle."

"And what?" Alicia didn't understand the hint.

"And that's not going to happen," Megan said flatly, finally deigning to pay attention to Clark. "I’ve never felt anything but friendship for Mike. And Troy... well, he's not the type to build a relationship with, if you haven't noticed. Therefore, the prophecy of old Otto is not destined to come true."

Meg was clearly aware that she was now openly lying to her so-called friend, but she didn't need to know that. In fact, Jeremiah was right. They had the notorious love triangle, which was difficult to avoid. When they were still teenagers, in view of the limited circle of communication, Mike began to feel something more for Megan besides friendship. For several years, he persistently drowned these feelings in himself, confessing them only after a drunken party that Meg and Otto brothers arranged for him in honor of his eighteenth birthday.

When Jake and Troy were asleep near the campfire, Mike invited Meg for a little walk, where under the influence of alcohol and confessed his feelings. Drunk, he even climbed up to kiss her, but immediately received a slap in the face, which instantly sobered him. The shock and fear in Megan's eyes haunted him for a long time, although in the morning they agreed to keep that situation a secret and behave as if nothing had happened.

The girl understood that she did not feel the same feelings for Mike that he felt for her, so she simply could not give him false hopes, believing that it was better to stop such things in the bud in order to cause less pain to each other. By that time, her heart was completely occupied with the youngest of Otto brothers, but he was far from romantic.

When the conversation between the girls ended, Jake and Troy's argument was over too. Troy, being on edge, went straight to the jeeps, climbing into one of them to go to unwind. That's when he noticed Clark and Harris watching them and decided to drive there first. Realizing this, Alicia hurried after her boyfriend, leaving her friend alone to deal with the younger Otto.

"Do you want to take a little walk, Megs?" he addressed her through the open window on the passenger side.

"Did you have a fight with Jake again?" already knowing the answer, Megan decided to ask this question anyway.

"It's nothing," Troy waved off, although his firm grip on the steering wheel proved that he was still angry. "My brother, as always, pretends to be a saint, not realizing that everything I do is for the protection of our people. But I know you've always understood me, right?"

"What makes you think that?" and, not daring to move, she asked again.

"Because you love me," Otto replied with a satisfied grin, which made Meg's insides clench with fear. The girl did not want her friend to ever find out about her unrequited love for him. This secret was supposed to go with her to the grave. "Come on, Megs, I'm kidding," seeing how Harris tensed up from these words, Troy confessed and laughed. "But this does not negate the fact that you are the only one of all people who is always on my side and supports me. You're the only one I can rely on in this damn world of lies and hypocrisy. So, will you take a ride with me?" he returned to the first question. "If we're lucky, we'll kill a couple of walkers on the way. Come on, I know you like it."

"The hell with you," Megan muttered, rolling her eyes, once again reproaching herself for not being able to refuse a person she cared about, and opened the passenger door.

"Yes!" Troy exclaimed, slapping the steering wheel. "I knew you wouldn't leave me alone!"

"In your dreams, Otto," feeling a surge of energy and adrenaline, the girl grinned. "You and I are in the same bundle. Forever."

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Excerpt

She was still looking at Troy though, holding his gaze. But her hands moved, reached for his, hesitantly. And then she was touching them so timidly. As if they were about to hurt her. And they could. Hadn’t he just told her – they could.

“All Mike wanted to do was stand by his family. Save himself from... but he left me for it. Left me and didn’t even have the guts to tell me.... which considering... maybe he was right to.” Troy grimaced then, tilting his head slightly, but the pain of the memory did not quite reach him. Because he hadn’t quite been there. Hot rage had taken a hold of him and it was only now, much later, that the exact details of his doings were slowly coming back to him.

“I… broke a knuckle or two too while breaking his nose,” he looked down at his hands, trailing off, trying to recall what that had looked like, “Eye sockets too probably.” Then he raised his gaze to hers again and continued, an inappropriate casualty to his tone, wanting to shock her with his worst actions. “I mean...it was hard to tell once he stopped breathing because his face...well couldn’t exactly call it a face no more.”

[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

A little random but that one apocalypse aesthetic tag made me want to make a moodboard for my FTWD Troy x OFC fanfiction.

After the apocalypse ruined the world, you lost your family. You're taken in by a handsome stranger, whom you learn has a dark secret. Despite his problems, you fall for Troy Otto. You have a good life on the ranch with Troy, and when that's ruined, you have to figure out how to manage in a world full of the dead and people that want you dead.

If anyone is interested, find the two part series here on my ao3 :)

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 7

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. Especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and growing.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

TRIGGERS/ WARNINGS: Language and the typical FTWD stuff

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I took so long getting this chapter together. I changed my mind on how I wanted to present an upcoming thing. On to the usual note: my plan is to follow along with season 3, but with Jaymie involved. I'll veer off and switch shit up a lot. It'll be in different characters' perspectives throughout the series. I'm not great at writing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except OFC don't belong to me.

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Chapter 7

(Alicia's POV)

A moment ago I was dreading the thought of attending Gretchen's Bible study. However, as a freshly packed bong is passed my way, I am pleasantly surprised to find that my expectations were shattered. I asked about Geoff, whom Gretchen had mentioned at lunch. She exchanged guarded looks with the two boys and Jaymie, then got up and headed towards a barrel, in which she pulled out a smaller sized cage. In it was a living, decapitated head. She placed it on the table in front of me. Seeing the biggest threat to the human race vulnerable and behind thin bars had me feeling sovereign. The THC shrouded my mind and I laughed for the first time in what felt like ages.

"Geoff wants to know what it's like out there," Gretchen states on behalf of the snarling head, referring to life outside of the ranch; where the dead have taken over.

"Chaos, ruin, and it changes you; not like Geoff- something worse... Can I ask Geoff something?" Gretchen nods. "Who are the Ottos?"

Gretchen and the boys tell me all about the founding family, which leads to a comment about Geoff being indifferent about Troy. "Troy took Geoff's body," Gretchen whispers loudly.

"Troy's done a lot worse than that." They really have no clue. From the corner of my eye, I notice Jaymie shifting uncomfortably on the other end of the couch.

"Troy and the militia do what we can't. They protect us." Gretchen defends him after giving Jaymie a sympathetic look.

Dare I say it? Yes. I dare. "If people here knew what he really did at the border, everyone would feel differently. You would feel differently."

"Alicia." I meet Jaymie's eyes to see a silent plea for me to stop.

I think of what he did to Luciana's people. I think of Travis being thrown in a pit to fight the dead on Troy's command. I think of what would have happened to Nick if- "No. I don't get it, Jaymie. I don't understand how you can defend him the way you do when you know what he's done."

The girl looked somewhere between heartbroken and pissed. "You have no idea what he's really like, Alicia. And you haven't got a clue as to what he's done for me." She seemed to stop herself too late from saying the second part; like she didn't mean to say it out loud.

Now I'm curious. "Well why don't you tell me what he's really like!" Angry sarcasm spews from my lips. "And what the hell has he done for you that nullifies the murdering of innocent people?!"

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7 years ago

After yet another long night of hitting the bottle, a very inebriated Jackie stumbled down the hallway to her own bedroom, passing her daughter's on the way. She slurred boisterously, "Jaymie, I'm home! Love you, sweetie!" as she staggered by. Jaymie huffed a sigh of exasperation, but yelled an "I love you too, Mom," anyway.

About 5 or so minutes later, she heard her mother throwing up through the thin walls. Jaymie rolled her eyes in annoyance, put her earbuds in, and fell asleep to some music to drown out the nauseating sounds in the room next to hers.

When she awoke in the late morning, Jaymie made her way to the kitchen to fix her mother the usual mug of green tea, a slice of buttered wheat toast, and a bottle of water to help with the hangover she knew Jackie would have.

Jaymie kicked gently at her mom's bedroom door as to knock, since her hands were full, then skillfully raised her leg up and turned the knob with her foot and toes. "Wake up, Mom. It's almost noon." Jaymie sat the tea, toast, and water on Jackie's dresser and made her way to the windows to open the curtains and blinds. "I need a ride to the ranch. I told Troy I'd help him clean out the stables today." She turns away from the brightness, the sunlight bringing the room to life; everything except- "Mom?" Jaymie stands frozen, time itself stopping, as her gaze falls on her mother's pale, lifeless body; vomit dried to her face and sheets.

Jackie's eyes are open, but she can't see her daughter rushing to her side; can't feel her daughter's hands grab her arm to shake her, only to pull back in horror at both the rigermortis which had set in, and the feel of her cold skin; can't hear her daughter's heartwrenching screams and cries; can't recognize the pleads coming from her daughter's lips to come back, to not leave her, telling her she loves her, becoming that little girl again calling her 'Mommy,' instead of 'Mom.'

After a short while, Jaymie called the Otto residence. Jake had been the one to answer the phone. In between the sobs and panicked breathing, he pieced together what happened. After alerting Troy and their father, Jake stayed on the phone with Jaymie for a bit longer while the other two went to help her.

Troy rushed into Jaymie and Jackie's home and found his best friend back against the wall in her mother's room with her arms around her legs, pulling them to her chest. He was at her side in no time at all, and she threw her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, letting the rest of her tears soak into his flannel shirt. He wrapped her up in his firm embrace, keeping her body snug up against his own. That was the first time Troy held Jaymie in his arms.

Jeremiah had called 9-1-1 after taking a long, sad look at his friend that he and his late wife had spent many nights drinking and playing cards with.

Once the police, EMTs, and coroner had arrived and done their jobs, and Jackie was taken away in a body bag, Jeremiah and Troy took Jaymie back home to the ranch. The two teens rode in the back of the pickup, Troy once again holding his friend in the comfort of his arms. He didn't know how to empathize much, but he hated seeing Jaymie so heartbroken. He wished he could take that pain from her; though there was something about that moment that had him feeling warm and, happy? Then he realized: it was because he felt needed. He was needed.

The Ottos had intended for Jaymie to stay there with them, but several days after Jackie's funeral, a woman from social services showed up. Apparently Jaymie's father, John, requested custody of her. This was completely unexpected, as John had left his daughter and her mother 5 years prior, with no contact since. Jaymie was stressed out far worse than any 12 year old should be, but what made matters worse was that John lived 8 hours away from the ranch. Jaymie was devastated, and frightened. Troy was already coming apart at the seams at the mention of her having to leave; she was his anchor.

They both held it together well enough thanks to daily phone calls. Little by little though, Jaymie's spirits seemed to dampen, her voice became meeker, and in the middle of a sentence she would suddenly state that she had to go, and hung up. Troy knew something was wrong. He wanted to go to her, to check on her, to rescue her from whatever it was that had her on edge; but he didn't know her father's address.

Some time later, Troy received a letter with Jaymie's name above the return address. He opened it in a hurry. However, as he read her heartfelt words, his eyes began uncharacteristically flooding, his face heated up and turned an angry shade of red, and then everything in his mind went black.

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[luciana-galvez]

Troy Otto x reader where you come to camp with Madison and you aren’t suppose to go around Troy but you guys become really good friends and you start to have feelings for him and some guy flirts with you and he gets jealous? Happy ending? ( Only if you’re taking requests ofc )

Here you go, anon! I hope you like it. I’m having a hard time keeping these things short so this ended up much longer than I expected. (Also I wrote this after working 22 hours in 2 days and having about 6 hours of sleep, so bear with me. Possible mistakes will be corrected in the next couple of days)

Fandom: Fear The Walking Dead

Words: ~1800

Pairing: Troy Otto x reader

Warnings: None

Masterlist

Coffee. You needed coffee. You needed coffee so bad that youdidn’t even mind going to get it while the serving station was busy. You hadcome to Broke Jaw Ranch a couple of days prior, and the people here were notamused. And you were not amused to be surrounded by not only people that didn’twant you here, but also by people that tried to kill you back at the borderwhen you were trying to cross.

As you had predicted, the serving station was crowded withpeople, and you let out a sigh when you saw the way they were looking at you asyou were coming up.

The lady serving coffee was nice enough, giving you yourcoffee with a smile and welcoming you to the ranch; but as soon as you turnedaround, you saw a man looking at you, muttering ‘freeloader’ under his breath. God, you were tired. You didn’t surviveeverything you survived to be villainized by other survivors simply for joiningtheir camp.

“Excuse me?” you asked him directly, your voice loud.

He was surprised for a second, but his expression quicklyturned back to anger. “You heard me.”

“What’s your problem?” you said, taking a step closer tohim. He was about to answer when someone stepped in between the two of you. Fora moment, everything you saw was a broad back, clothed in camouflage.

“She’s our guest, Trevor,” Troy said, his voice assertive. “She,and her group, are welcome here, so you’ll treat them as such.” The man noddedand walked away, and Troy turned around to face you. His eye was still swollenand bruised from his fight with Madison. Stayaway from Troy! Madison’s voice echoed in your head. “Sorry about that,” headded.  

You raised an eyebrow at him in puzzlement and startedwalking to one of the empty tables, sitting down, knowing he would follow you.

“What was that for?” you asked him as he sat down acrossfrom you. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it, with his dark, tousled hairand his intense eyes.

“Just trying to make you feel welcome,” he said, and therewas a fake sincerity in his voice, the same kind you heard when he talked toyou the very first time you met him at the border station, when he brought teato you, Alicia and Madison.

You snorted. “Right. So first you try to kill us, and now we’reyour treasured guests?” you leaned back and looked at him. “If I had a spoonright now, I’d put it in your other eye.”

For a moment, he simply stared at you, and you wonderedwhether you had just made him angry. Youdon’t know what sets him off, you remembered Madison saying when she warnedyou about him. But then, to your surprise, Troy started laughing. It was a deeplaugh, and for the first time since you met, there was sincerity in his face.

“Please, tell me how you really feel,” he saidsarcastically, but the smile was still on his face. He slowly got up from hisseat. “Come on,” he told you. “I’ll show you around.”

“And why would I come with you?”

He simply shrugged. “Because right now I’m the only personhere that likes you.”

This time it was your turn tolaugh, if you wanted to or not. You looked at him with new-found curiosity. “Alrightthen.”

You had been at the farm for about two weeks, and in those twoweeks, something had happened that you would have never seen coming in amillion years. You were attracted to Troy Otto. It had started with smallthings. Him showing you around the farm. Him sitting down next to you when youwere having breakfast alone. You making a little detour on your way to yourcottage whenever you saw him training the militia close by.

Somehow, you two just clicked. He was loud, and arrogant,and usually provocative whenever he was surrounded by people, but when you twowere alone, he was almost normal. Whenyou were alone, there was no need for him to show leadership, or to prove hisposition on the ranch. When you were alone, he was simply Troy.

Troy, who had had a hard time growing up with an alcoholicDad. Troy, who had watched his mother die. Troy, who had been incredibly lonelygrowing up, because he had been taken out of school. You had learned thosethings about him not from him opening up to you, but simply by listening tothings he slipped in mid-sentence, things he just accepted as normal because itwas all he knew.  

But you still hadn’t noticed that you had developed feelingsfor him until after the rescue mission. A week ago, Troy, Madison and someother men had gone out to look for the group who was supposed to investigatethe helicopter crash but disappeared. The longer they were gone, the morenervous you became. You were pacing in the cottage, trying to find excuses tobe outside, have an eye on the gates. You had assumed you were just worriedabout Madison. When they showed up, you ran to Madison, making sure she wasokay. You were relieved. But then you looked at Troy, and a little weightlifted off your chest. He looked exhausted, beaten, with bloody feet and hugebags under his eyes. All you wanted to do was take him by the hand and makesure he was okay.

And that’s when you knew.

And that was what you were thinking about, watching him fromthe distance right now.

There was a get-together on the ranch, trying to distractpeople from the imminent threat of being forced out of their home, trying tomake them forget about how a group of their own had been brutally murdered justover a week ago, trying to keep the spirit of community alive. So the sun hadgone down and beers had been passed out. You were still staring at Troy talkingto someone in the distance when Madison sat down next to you.

“I don’t like this,” she said.

You shook your head, pulled out of your thoughts suddenly. “Theget-together?”

“You and Troy,” Madison said without beating around thebush.

You looked at her a little taken aback, not knowing how toreact.

“I’ve seen you together. I’ve seen how you look at him,”Madison said, pointing her head at Troy, alluding how you had just been staringat him not a minute ago. “Be careful.”

You looked at her for a moment before answering. “He’s not goingto hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” you said; and as you were saying it, you knewit was true. “Excuse me,” you added, getting up. You walked to the table withthe drinks and picked up a beer, taking a big sip without hesitation. You hadbeen trying to keep a clear head and drinking water until this moment, but nowyou needed a drink. The realization that not only did you like Troy, but thatpeople were noticing, made you nervous.

You eventually put the beer down, and were startled by avoice behind you. “Thirsty?”

You turned around. One of the members of Troy’s militia wasstanding behind you. Blake, youthought but you weren’t sure. “You saw that, didn’t you?” you asked, cringing.

He laughed. “Yeah.”  

“Don’t tell anyone?” you asked him with a sweet expressionas he took a step closer to you.

“And what do you have to offer in return for my silence?” heasked in fake seriousness with a sly smile on his face, taking another stepcloser to you.

“Are you bribing me?”

He started laughing, and you joined in, the quick intake of somuch beer making you feel lightheaded.

What you didn’t see was Troy’s expression. He had stoppedlistening to the conversation around him as soon as Blake walked up to you. Hisface hardened when he saw you throwing your head back, laughing at something he’dsaid. He knew Blake had had a thing for you ever since you came to the farm,but he never thought he would have to worry about that. Until now.

You were just laughing at another thing Blake said as youfelt an arm around your shoulder. You turned your head, still having a smile onyour face, to see Troy standing next to you. “What’s so funny?” he asked, but thesmile on his face seemed insincere.

Blake’s smile disappeared from his face, and you looked fromhim to Troy. For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other, and you weresurprised that Troy kept his arm around your shoulder the whole time.

Eventually, Blake stirred. “Yeah, I’m gonna go check on theothers,” he said, and without so much as taking another glance at you, he left.Only then did Troy drop his arm and turned to grab a beer for himself. Youlooked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. “What was that?”

“What?” he asked, seemingly oblivious to what just happened.He opened his beer and took a sip. His eyes wandered from you back to whereBlake was leaving; and then the penny finally dropped for you.

“Troy Otto,” you started, a big, amused smile forming onyour face. “Are you jealous?”

His face didn’t give anything away. “Why would I be jealous?”he asked casually.

You looked him deep in the eyes before you started walking, carefully glancing over your shoulderafter a few steps to see if he was following you. He was. You walked out of thelights, away from the group of people. One settlement of caravans was rightnext to the clearance where the get-together took place, and you startedwalking down one of the small isles in between caravans. When you had walked afew steps you turned around and started carefully walking backwards instead,facing Troy. “I don’t know, Troy,” you said, eventually answering his question,but your tone suggested you were teasing.

A small smile was playing on Troy’s lips as he was comingcloser to you. “I was just coming over to join the conversation,” he shrugged,but his smile gave away his lie.

You stopped when your back made contact with one of thecaravans, and you watched as Troy came closer.

“So you didn’t mind that Blake was flirting with me?” youasked cheekily, turning your head up as he came even closer, your back pressedagainst the caravan.

The closer he came, the slower he moved. “No,” he said,shaking his head, but his eyes were fixated on you. And the closer he came, themore your heart hammered in your chest. You were nervous, in a good way.The wayhe looked at you was sending shivers down your spine.

When he was only inches away from you, you craned your head upto him.

“You were jealous,” you whispered, and this time it wasn’t aquestion.

For a moment, he hovered over you, his lips right over yours.Then, one corner of his mouth twitched upward. “I was jealous,” he finally whisperedbefore he leaned in.

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Excerpt

Ri had trouble keeping up with the chatter – and it made her complacent as a result, letting Lee take most of her weight and leading her, presumably to the bathroom. But that reminder of her condition, so casually said, as if it was nothing to Lee, jolted her out of it, brutally and she struggled to get out of his hold. As if starting walking on her own now could convince him of her fitness.

“Hey, hey what is it?” Lee had stopped immediately, tone worried, “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head, lips set in a frustrated line.

“Let go of me,” she said through gritted teeth.

“No, you’ll—”

“Let go of me!” she repeated with emphasis and could feel him flinch in response. In that very moment she thought he would and it wasn’t relief she felt in response to it. But he just strengthened his grip on her and it drained the fight out of her. Or was that because now she felt relief?

[thatsweetsexypsychotroyotto]

I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 6

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and they're growing.

WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We'll be exploring different characters' perspectives throughout the series. I'm not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don't belong to me.

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Chapter 6

(Jaymie's POV)

The next day, a memorial service was held to honor Charlene- Jeremiah's goddaughter. She was the pilot of the helicopter that Jake, Alicia, Luciana, and Travis were on. She survived the crash, but the dead got her on the way back to the ranch.

To be honest, I didn't like Charlie. She was such a bitch to me. It was because her dad had an affair with my mom, and her parents split up. So she took her anger out on me.

One particular day she was talking shit; telling our mutuals I'd end up a whore just like my mother. That was stupid of her, mostly because Troy happened to be walking by. He turned and made a beeline straight to Charlene and decked her; no questions asked. I laughed my ass off when I found out. Wish I could have seen it first hand.

Naturally, Troy got in sooo much trouble. Mainly because he hit a girl. Pretty hypocritical of Jeremiah, but he was a "Do as I say, not as I do," type of parent. So, Troy was grounded for a month. That didn't stop me from sneaking in to the Otto's house every single night though. I'd take him desert and we'd stay up till 3 or 4 in the morning playing cards and board games.

Anyway, after Charlie's service, it was lunch time. I worked the line with my friend Gretchen, scooping globs of mac and cheese onto everyones' trays. Madison and Alicia were approaching, and I heard a community resident giving them a hard time. I felt bad for them, until Alicia said that people should be harassing Troy instead of them. Madison responded, 'I think they would be if they knew what he had done.' I know what Troy did was fucked up. That won't stop me from defending him though. Nothing will. I guess that makes me fucked up too; and I'm fine with that.

Both Madison and Alicia stopped abruptly, making eye contact with me. They realized I was serving, and that I most likely heard what they said. I tried not to let it show that it bothered me, but I know my eyes looked sad.

Gretchen broke the awkward silence with her subtle humor and kind words. Then she invited Alicia to attend one of her "Bible studies" (which was actually just a handful of our friends getting together to drink and smoke pot). There was no hiding Alicia's reluctance, but Madison practically made the decision for her to go. I'm grateful for it, because I need to figure Alicia out. Is she trustworthy? Could I see myself becoming friends with her?

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About 2 hours later...

(Jake's POV)

How am I going to convince Troy that he needs to stay away from the Clarks? Ever since T.E. began he's been harder to control. I need Jaymie's help on this. She's the only person who has more influence on him than I do.

I find the two of them working together on mending one of the crops' fences. Both their faces are plastered with smiles. They kneel, preparing to wrap extra barbed wire around the bottom of a post. I can't make out what they're saying, but Jaymie throws her head back with a vivacious laugh. She nudges Troy with her shoulder, and he retaliates with a playful shove, causing her to topple over. She counterattacks by throwing a handful of dirt at him. They're honestly adorable.

It's a heartwarming sight to watch my brother in normal-human-being mode; and genuinely happy. Jaymie's good for him. Except on occasion she tends to enable his psychotic side. Though I'll admit that many times his semi-sociopathic behavior has been in her defense. He saw nothing wrong with it when he ki- ...never mind. I don't want to think about that. Anyway, the pros still outweigh the cons by a long shot, and they really are a good match. I kind of thought they'd have gotten together by now.

Troy offers Jaymie a hand and pulls her back to a kneeling position. She tries to wipe the dirt off that she threw at him, but she's actually making it worse since her hands are covered in soil. They're still laughing when I reach them.

Troy notices my presence and his smile falters slightly. "The boar's back. Keeps digging up the fence posts to get to the cabbage. Could use an extra pair of hands tracking it tonight."

May as well cut to the chase. "Stay away from Madison and her family."

"They're my friends."

"They came here under my invite. They trust me."

"They came here not to get eaten. I wouldn't flatter yourself."

Jaymie snickers at Troy's response, then looks at me with a grin she tries to suppress.

"Yeah, but they're staying cause I said I'd protect them- from you.

"And how are you going to do that?"

I knew this would be difficult. "Please don't do this, Troy. Please. I'm the one who still believes in you."

"Well I don't need you to anymore."

"Yeah, you do. If the ranch knew what you really are-"

"And what am I Jake?"

I look to Jaymie for an assist, but she's clearly upset with me. She stands and stalks toward me, grabbing my arm to pull me away from the scene. "What the hell would you say that for?!" She scolds me quietly.

"You know he broke in to Madison's cabin and threatened Nick?"

"And you're dumb enough to believe she's not over exaggerating?"

"Do you have any idea what he was doing at the depot? Do you?" Her expression is unreadable. "He was murdering people, Jaymie; timing how long it took them to change."

She sighs. "Yeah, yeah I know."

"Then why are you standing here upset with me?" I don't understand. She's acting like it was no big deal.

There's venom in her response. "Because of what you said to him back there, about what he is. You act like he's some kind of monster, Jake. He's your brother! Why would you say that?!"

I cannot believe what I'm hearing right now. So much for getting Jaymie on my side. I walk passed her and reapproach Troy. "Do you really think you were helping those people out at the depot?"

"I think I was helping all of us."

Alright. This is going nowhere. Let's try a different angle: "Troy, when Dad's gone, this is all on us. We have to take care of this place. We have to lead."

"Together." His tone sounds incredulous.

"Yeah. But I need you to do something for me. I need you to stay away from the Clarks. Do you hear me?"

"Yep. I hear you."

"Do you mean it?"

"I always mean it, Jake."

There's nothing more I can say. I turn to leave, and as I pass Jaymie, I beg her in a commanding tone, "Please help me with this. I need you on my side. Troy needs you on my side. He just doesn't realize it." She narrows her eyes at me with annoyed inquisitivity. "Just, think about it, alright?"

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(Troy's POV)

Jaymie's so pissed off at Jake. She's always got my back. It doesn't matter who it is or what it's about. I know she doesn't agree with everything I've done. She does try and steer me in a different direction sometimes. I don't listen to her as much as I probably should, but whatever I end up doing, she never ever judges me. She's the only one. God, I love that girl... Wait, what?

"You alright?"

"Huh?" I didn't even notice she was by my side again.

"Forget what Jake said."

"Wasn't even thinking about it."

"Good." She gets back to helping me with the barbed wires, in silence, until, "Maybe we should both avoid Nick and Madison. Just for now?"

"Nah, I'm gonna have Nick help out with the boar tonight." I feel her looking at me. "It'll be fine, Jayms."

She considers my words for a moment then nods. "Alright. Well, I gotta get ready for Gretchen's Bible study. I'm gonna try and get to know Alicia; see what I think of her."

I give her a half-hearted smirk. "Have fun with that." I'm just bummed out she's leaving.

"I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Later, Jayms." I watch her walk away, lost in the thought I had just a minute ago.

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 5

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep; and they're growing.

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We'll be exploring different characters' perspectives throughout the series. I'm not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don't belong to me.

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Chapter 5

(Jaymie's POV)

After the dramatic event of Nick having Troy at gun point, I didn't want to leave Troy's side. I mean, we're normally together a lot anyway, but now I have this innate need to be there to watch his back. I couldn't handle it if anything bad happened to him.

I've been sleeping on the Ottos' couch; even though Troy and Jake both offered to give their beds up for me- such gentlemen. Neither the boys nor Jeremiah seemed to mind my additional presence one bit- especially Troy. In fact, last night he came back downstairs after his dad and Jake went to bed. He was so damn cute in his black basketball-type night shorts and his High On Fire t-shirt. I was already melting.

"Can I take this bandage off my eye yet?"

"What, you don't wanna play Pirates of the Caribbean anymore?"

"Smartass."

I gave a half-suppressed laugh. "So is that what you came down here for?"

He looked at the floor with a smile and shook his head. "No, no I didn't." Then he bit his lip just a little as he looked back up at me. "Wanna watch a movie?"

After my stomach flipped like a pancake due to him bringing extra attention to his lips, I perked up like a puppy whose owner had just come home. "Yeah! That'd be great!" It'd be beyond great actually. "And we'll end your pirate adventure so you can see it better."

Troy let me choose what movie we'd watch. I'm certain he regretted that, because he groaned when I picked "Warm Bodies."

"That's such a chick flick, Jayms."

"Did you really just use the term 'chick flick'?" His eyebrows got sarcastic with me. "What? It's appropriate for the current state of the world. Plus there's plenty of shooting." Now he blinked sarcastically. "Hey. You let me pick. You can't take that back."

His smile was brilliant when he laughed. "Put it in, dork."

I put the disc in the player. "You know you just called me a whale's penis, right?"

"Guess you're a giant dick then."

We busted up laughing over that one.

During the previews I took his patch off; although he totally could've done that himself.

"How's it look?"

"Pretty gnarly actually," and kinda sexy in a fucked up way. The entire brief period I was checking out his eye, I kept glancing down at his lips. That was a mistake; all I could think of now was kissing him.

So, we sat on the couch together, each of us on our own respective cushions, as we watched one of my favorite movies. The scene where R and Julie were running from the bonies had just been on. They were cornered on a balcony. Then R enveloped Julie in his arms and fell backwards into the pool with her. His head hits the bottom and he's thought to be dead. He kept her safe, just as he had been promising from the beginning.

I started tearing up (that scene gets me every time). I felt Troy staring at me. I met his gaze with a crooked smile to find that he sported one too. We both laughed at me for getting emotional over a film that I've seen more than ten times already.

Troy laid his head against the back of the couch, and his mouth formed the most beautiful smile; and then, then he reached out and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me over to his self and settling me in at his side. My heart skipped like seven beats.

He kept an arm around my shoulders and hypnotized me with his pretty blue eyes. "You know, I haven't thanked you yet."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were willing to take a bullet for me."

Because I love you. Because I don't want to live without you. Because I can't live without you... "Keep you safe." I quoted R with a soft voice.

The softness reflected in his smile. "Thank you."

"You don't need-"

"But don't you ever fucking do something like that again, Jaymie." Whoa. I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I blinked at him in confusion. His expression relaxed and he turned his face back towards the television. After a short moment he gave me a half smile and then pulled me even closer.

Was this all a dream? Does he have any idea what all this means to me? Is he just being appreciative and comforting, or does he feel the same as I do? He usually is pretty affectionate anyway. This is new though. Either way, I can't afford to make assumptions. I'm not willing to lose his friendship over my stupid fucking emotions; but he definitely seems different. Why am I so scared to lose him? Would Troy really cut off practically a life-long friendship and stop spending time with me if I misinterpreted his actions? Probably not, but then maybe he wouldn't do it anymore.

I decided to keep my mouth shut and just basked in the glory of his extra affections. I did manage to get ballsy enough to rest my head on his shoulder. I know it's a simple gesture, but it took a lot of courage for me to do it. I'm glad I did, because it was then that he rested his cheek on the top of my head. I could've died a happy woman in that moment.

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*Fun fact: High On Fire is the band playing in the truck in episode 5 when Troy and Madison are on their way to the outpost with the group of militia men. (I didn't know it either.) I was going to keep it simple with Metallica or Pantera, but I didn't know if they'd be too tame for Troy's liking.

[thatsweetsexypsychotroyotto]

I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter Four

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and they're growing.

WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We'll be exploring different characters' POVs throughout the series. I'm not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don't belong to me.

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Chapter 4

(Alicia's POV)

None of this would've happened if Nick hadn't left us to wander with the dead. Mom was on a mission to find him after that, even though it was clear he didn't want to be found; but we did- in a new world death camp lead by Troy Otto.

Don't get me wrong: I'm grateful to be reunited with my brother. I missed him. It's just that a lot happened while he was gone and, well, it would've been nice if he was there for us.

As much as Nick didn't want to be around the living, it turned out he had joined another community. It honestly hurt. Didn't he want to be away from people? He got so wrapped up with that group that he even ended up with a girlfriend.

Enough of these thoughts right now. They're not helping. I should be focusing on the task at hand.

Jake and I are heading to his ranch by foot now. We've been carrying Nick's unconscious girlfriend between us for the past few hours. I'm fucking exhausted. Everything about life is exhausting now. No use in complaining though. At least I'm not in Luciana's boots. She had been shot and was already in bad shape before the helicopter went down. I'm still shocked the three of us made it. I just hope we make it to the ranch in time. If anything, for Nick's sake.

Finally, our destination is in sight. A handful of people come to the gate to meet us; either to help or to find out what's going on. Jake and I carefully lay Luciana down so a red-haired man, who appears to be a medic, can check her vitals.

My thoughts wander again. I'm worried about my mom. How is she going to handle it when she sees Travis isn't with us? She's always been so strong; even through all of this mayhem with the dead rising. Will losing him break her? I guess I'm about to find out.

"Mom..."

I am given a quick hug and then I notice her looking down the road, expecting to see Travis lagging behind. "Where is he? Where is Trav?" Realizing he isn't coming, she asks once more, looking me in the eyes this time. "Where is he?"

"He," I hate this. "He's not-" I see it in her eyes. I don't need to say any more.

"No... No, no..."

"I'm sorry-" I cut myself off. Those words seem so pointless, though I mean them from the bottom of my heart.

Mom doesn't have time to mourn right now unfortunately. Here comes Nick, sprinting towards the scene. He goes straight to Luciana and kneels at her side. I see fear in his eyes.

"Luci.. Luci, hey.. Hey, it's Nick. Luci.."

"Not sure she can hear you," the medic tells him.

"What? What do you mean? Nick panics.

"She's not going to make it is what he means." That's an all too familiar voice- Troy fucking Otto.

"Help her!" Nick shouldn't even have to say that. They should be on it already.

"No. We take her to the infirmary, she may turn. It's against policy." I can't believe what I'm hearing right now. Why is this even up for debate? Luciana is still alive!

"It's your fault! You shot her!" Despite the fire in his voice, Nick sounds scared and helpless.

"I was defending my people. I'll do it again." Troy walks over to Luci while pulling out his pistol. "I know what to do."

"No no no no." Nick stands and puts himself between Troy and Luciana.

"This is how it has to be." Troy nonchalantly pushes Nick to the side. I can't believe what's unfolding in front of my eyes. Nothing feels real anymore. Why isn't anybody doing any-

"Troy!" A girl about my age approaches the scene, interrupting the tension. She gets close to Troy, and looking up at him with pleading eyes, she speaks quietly as if only to address him; though she can faintly be heard anyway. "This is one of those scenarios we talked about, ok? Do the right thing."

Troy mirrors her volume. "I am, Jaymie. I'm keeping you safe. I have to keep you- and everyone here, safe."

"But she could pull through, Troy. You know this isn't right. We should give her a chance."

"She's not worth the risk."

"What if, what if it was me laying there?"

The way he looked into her eyes was so intense. He went quiet; her words sinking in. After a brief moment though he swallowed hard and shook his head slightly.

"It isn't." Then Troy addresses Nick again. "Come on, out of the way. Move aside." He fails to heed the direction of this Jaymie girl. She looks more disappointed now than concerned for Luci's life as she was just moments ago.

Troy advances on his target.

"I'll do it." I barely heard him, but Nick said it twice. "I'll do it. I'm allowed this."

Troy contemplates Nick's words. He continues to stare down at the dying girl, his pistol ready to fire. I was stunned when he actually agreed.

"Troy wait-" Jaymie doesn't trust my brother. The transaction is already in progress though. Troy released the hammer of the gun and passed it over. Nick was now the one pointing the weapon at his girlfriend. There's no way he'll do this. I bet he's-

His arm raises, aiming the pistol directly at Troy's face. I knew it. The crowd reacts in gasps as a few others draw their own guns.

Jaymie doesn't hesitate to step in front of Troy. "Nick, please! Please don't do this!" Troy gently but hurriedly pushes Jaymie to the side and gives her a stern look. Her expression is one of utter desperation. "Nick, put the fucking gun down!" Tears form in her eyes. It's hard to believe someone actually cares this much about the guy.

"Let her in," Nick demands.

Jake has his own pistol trained on my brother. "Nick, this is not how we do things here."

Nick stares Troy dead in the eye, then changes his aim, putting Jaymie in the line of fire.

The color in Troy's face drains and his entire body language changes. He certainly didn't seem all that phased when the pistol was pointed at his self. "Whoa, hey, Nick, this is between you and me. So you keep that thing aimed at me, alright?"

Nick doesn't move it. "I said let her in."

With his unpatched eye trained on my brother's trigger finger, Troy cautiously reaches over to Jaymie, hoping like hell Nick won't pull the trigger. He guides the girl behind his body, shielding her. She is clearly against the idea, as she shows restraint, but Troy's grip on her is persistent. Unsure of what else to do, Jaymie wraps her arms around him, splaying one hand over his heart and the other on his stomach, like an instinct to protect his vitals, perhaps? Of course it would do no good since Nick is aiming for Troy's head anyway; that and her hands aren't going to stop a damn bullet. She doesn't seem that stupid, so maybe she's just grasping at straws.

"Nick, please. I'm begging you!" Jaymie's voice cracks as a tear runs down her cheek. "Don't do this!"

"Put the gun down, Nick." Mom's voice chimes in.

"Not this time."

More tears run down Jaymie's face upon hearing Nick's words. She attempts to hold in her sobs. If I'm being honest here, her reactions are breaking my heart. I actually feel bad for her. Too bad it's Troy she's defending.

"Do what your mommy says." Troy provokes Nick, who takes another couple angry steps towards him. Jaymie's hold on Troy tightens as she lets out a yelp.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Jeremiah steps between Troy and my brother. "Nick, Nick, easy there. Let, let me have the pistol, son."

It's Nick's turn to have a broken voice. "You can't let her die."

Jeremiah's voice is soothing. "If she's got a pulse, we'll let her in; but you got to give me the gun."

"Do it, Nick. Give him the gun," our mom encourages.

Nick reluctantly disengages the hammer and hands the gun over to Jeremiah. I look over at Jaymie to watch her let out the breath she had been holding, and the remainder of her tears fall. She rests her cheek against Troy's back, and moves her arms to wrap around him completely. He affectionately places his own hands on top of hers.

"Get her to the infirmary, and secure her before you treat her." Jeremiah gives the commands concerning Luci. "Everybody, that's enough fun. The show's over. Go back to what you were doing." At last, the crowd disperses.

"Everything's alright, Jayms." I hear Troy calming Jaymie as he turns around, interrupting their embrace. He then puts his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and guides her through the gate.

I have a feeling we'll be staying here awhile. Maybe befriending this Jaymie girl would be in our best interests. If anything, we could probably find out some useful information from her. I suppose I should wait for some of the emotional distress that my brother is responsible for to dissipate though. She was obviously terrified for Troy's life. What a sweet, foolish girl.

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter Three

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's been figuring them out; particularly when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and they're growing.

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, except with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We'll explore different characters' points of view throughout the series. I'm not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. Oh, and all characters except OFC don't belong to me; blah blah blah.

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Chapter 3

(Jaymie's POV)

I didn't want to let Troy go. I thought about telling him everything right then. The look he'd had in his eye and the softness of his smile lead me to the edge of confession; but doubt crept in. Besides, there was a more important matter at hand.

"Let's get you a clean eye patch, Captain Silverspoon," I joked as I peeled myself away from him, remorsefully.

His momentary nickname gave him a satisfied chuckle. His face smoothed out when he said, "If I'm Captain, that makes you my first mate, right?" Holy shit, there's that look again. So much depth- captivating.

I knew what he meant: the captain's second in command. However, all I could think about was being his literal, first, mate. I know he hasn't been with anyone yet, in any way. At least, I'm pretty sure. I hope I... Maybe I'm reading in to this too much. I mean, do I really stand a chance? "Aye aye, Cap'n." I sounded so damn serious.

After a moment I broke eye contact. I couldn't focus on anything but my thoughts. Take a deep breath, Jaymie. Inhale, exhale. Ok. Ready.

I reached up to his face to remove the bloody gauze, and whistled in surprise when I finally saw his swollen, bloody eye socket. Thank God the spoon didn't split his eyeball or anything serious. It would get back to normal over time.

I dabbed a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide over the area, being careful to avoid getting any in his eye. Nausea was overcoming me for no other reason than imagining how much pain he must have been in when that woman did this to him. I tried not to show it, but...

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Troy read me like a book.

I smirked at him. "Tough guy."

I finished up with his eye, placing a clean patch over it. After I put the medical supplies away, we headed to his house so he could change out of his military garb before it was time to go to supper.

"So, tell me about the people you brought here."

Troy walked with his hands in his pockets at a leisurely pace. He took a deep breath, as if in a brief thought, before answering. "Madison- she's alright. I picked her to come here; before the whole spoon thing of course." There was a brief pause. "There's something about her. She gets it, you know?"

"What does she get?"

"The new world."

Troy has poor judgment sometimes (ok, a lot of the time). My gut tells me that Madison is one of those poor judgments. I'm thinking that maybe the reason he's drawn to her is because she's around the same age his mom would be if she was still living. She has the same color hair too. I'd definitely have to keep my eyes on her.

After a moment I asked, "What about the other person?"

"Tch," Troy scoffed. "Nick- her son. I don't trust him." He had nothing else to say about the man.

I sighed at that. "Well, ok then."

A comfortable silence settled between us the rest of the short distance to Troy's. Once we got there he went upstairs to change. I plopped down on the couch, lost in thought; remembering the details of his expressions earlier. Looking back further, I recall that same look before he left for the military compound at the border. Hmm.

I heard him coming back downstairs. "Hey Jayms?"

"Yeah?"

He waited for me to look at him before he continued. "Stay away from Nick, ok?"

"Ok." I wonder why he felt the need to say that. I didn't plan on talking to either of them anyway; not unless I had to.

"Promise me."

"Troy, I promise."

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That evening, Madison and Nick are outside their cabin. Madison sits on the step, and Nick leans against the wall.

(Madison's POV)

"Before Jeremiah talked to us, there was a girl up by that house." I nonchalantly pointed towards it, and Nick took a gander. "She was waiting for Troy."

"Was she the one he went up to when he got out of the truck?"

"Yeah, and I'm thinking she might be the key."

Nick squinted an eye at me knowingly, but made sure we were on the same page anyway. "To what?"

"Troy's weakness."

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