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Tell you - Abby Anderson

-> Summary: you and Abby had been together for quite some time and your feelings for her were getting intense. Those three words were written in the tension.

“And gun play turns into pillow talk and pillow talk turns into sweet dreams.”

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-> Warnings: established relationship, kissing

The orange glow of the sun poured in from the crack in the curtains. The beam of sun fell straight onto your sleeping girlfriend, the shadows of her eyelashes emphasising their beauty. Freckles swayed across her nose and cheeks and her lips looked beautifully rosy.

When your softly turned over to face her, you brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face. Her eyebrows drew together and you could hear the chirping of birds outside.

You at peace but you knew soon that would be snatched away from you by infected as you were due to patrol. You looked at Abby and took notice of how she unscrambled the letters in your head to spell her own name.

Her eyes fluttered open, the sun creating mystery within her eyes as her pupils dilated from the brightness.

“G’mornin, love.” She smiled tiredly as she laid on her back, her arms crossed on her stomach. She raised one knee and yawned, admiring how you looked under the shine of the sun.

“Morning, sleepy.” She teased with a smile. She rolled her eyes and used of her arms to pull you closer to her. You laid your head in the crook of her neck, throwing a leg over one of hers.

You felt her arm snake around your waist, holding you in place as if she was scared to lose you. You realised she probably was. You heart fluttered as she placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

There was something so magical about being touched by her, when her hands met the rawness of your skin a new star was born. When her lips hovered over your forehead a new tree was planted.

Maybe that’s why the world seemed so pointless without her. Without her, those words in your head would stay scrambled and you wouldn’t be on time for anything. You’d sleep in through your alarms and would have to make your own breakfast.

“What time do you have to be down?” She questioned, looking down at you intensely.

You pretended to think about it, “I think at 12?”

“You think?” She laughed at your cluelessness. You knew it was twelve, but you loved the way she would check to be sure, and then walk you all the way down.

While you were gone, she’d read her book or maybe be out on her own patrol. Or maybe she’d wait for you to get back.

Her thumb stroked at your spine, spending shivers up it every time. Your thumb circled her waist, and you could feel goosebumps rising at her skin.

Suddenly, she grabbed your face and tried to kiss you, but you okay full pulled away; “nuh uh! It doesn’t come that easily.”

“Should I say please?” She rolled her eyes sarcastically, her cheeks glowing red and pink. Her lips pulled up in a smile which made you chuckle.

“You can try it, yeah.” You said, as if you were unsure that would work.

“Please, baby.” She pouted and you couldn’t say no to her.

You rolled your eyes before sitting on your heels and grabbing her face with two hands, pulling her lips to yours passionately. As you kissed her, all you could think about was that this was where you were supposed to be.

Abby was your path, and you’d happily skip down it if it meant more mornings like this.

“I love you.” You panted between kisses, your tongue sliding into her mouth as she gasped. Her hand moved down to grab your waist and soothe your hip.

“Say that again.” She mumbled as she pushed you to lay on your back. Your hands tangled themselves in her hair, picking away to untie her braid.

You pulled away for a second so you were able to look her in the eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She smiled into the next kiss, the room getting hot and sweaty from your endless pants as her hand slid up and down your thigh, “so, so much.”

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A/n: Y’know when u get in that mood when u just wanna scream and tell everyone how much you love them? Yeah.

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Baby - Dina Woodward

-> Summary: When Dina moves to Jackson you help her out with her baby, JJ. You admired her, on the edge of love, and was heart broken when she introduces you to her girlfriend.

“Can you see me im waiting for the right time? I can’t read you but if you want the pleasures all mine.”

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-> Warnings: jealousy, unrequited feelings, not much else tbh, part II soon, a short one, 0.7k words

“Hey, Dina!” You smiled as you closed her front door. She didn’t reply straight away, walking in from the garden with JJ hung on her hip. His cries echoed through the town.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” She huffed softly, her black hair falling in her face as she shoved JJ into your arms. You breathed a long sigh of relief as she leant against her kitchen counter.

“Rough day?” You asked, looking at her reassuringly as you bounced JJ up and down. His crying calmed, though he would still let out a whine every couple minutes.

“You’re not even crying!” You laughed as you noticed the lack of tears rolling down his face. His lips turned up into a smile as he realised he had been caught. His hands grabbed at your shoulders, pulling your shirt up your back slightly.

“He hasn’t stopped all day. I’ve got nothing done!” Dina groaned, two fingers reaching up to grab at the bridge of her nose. You put a gentle arm on her shoulder and her free hand came to rest on top of yours.

“I’ll take him out for a bit, so you can have some quiet.” You smiled at her and she smiled back, you swore you saw tears pooling in her eyes.

“I don’t know what id do without you,” She mumbled, bringing you in for a hug and then going to get JJ’s coat and socks. You kissed her cheek as you walked out, a blush picking at your cheeks.

“Nothing, probably.” You winked sarcastically and she laughed out loud, shaking her head and closing her front door as you turned around.

You carried JJ down to the river, pointing at the flowers and watching his eyes light up at each one. You picked three flowers from their roots, holding them in your hand.

“You wanna take these back to mom?” You asked JJ, knowing he couldn’t answer. He giggled excitedly and you took that as you sign. Maybe I should ask her out, you thought. However, you thought maybe it was too late.

You changed your mind, you would be stupid to ever think she’d like you back. She saw you as a friend, a best friend, and you had to respect that.

A couple hours later, you took JJ back to Dina’s. Before you walked in, you set JJ on the ground, holding him up as he grabbed your hands. You walked him forward, helping encouraging him to walk.

He had never done it before, and so when he took messy steps forward you picking him up and squeezed him gently, throwing open Dina’s door and searching the house for her.

“Dina! Guess what the fu- guess what just happened!” You silenced your curse, not wanting to be at fault for JJ using any naughty words.

When you dashed into the living room, your heart dropped and your legs almost gave in on you. Dina was sat on her sofa, her hand wrapped around a girls neck as they kissed.

“Oh- sorry.” You coughed as they stopped and turned to look at you. Dina sat up quickly, worried by your screaming.

“What? Is everything okay?” She asked. Your eyes were fixated on the girl still sat on the sofa, who was also eyeing you. She shot you a soft smile, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile back.

“He just took his first steps, on the porch,” you told her, repeating your previous actions and showing her JJ’s walk. Dina’s hand came to cover her mouth with a gasp as she picked up JJ and spun him in a circle.

“Oh, this is Ellie, by the way,” Dina started, motioning her head to the girl on the sofa, “she’s my girlfriend. I was going to introduce your properly, but apparently the universe had other ideas.”

“Oh,” you let out, “that’s nice. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Ellie spoke. You stared at her in disbelief, realising you were too late. You took a step backwards and Dina eyed you cautiously.

“Is everything okay?” Dina asked worriedly, her eyebrows creased with concern as you turned around and walked towards the door.

You nodded before you spoke, “yeah, of course.”

“Okay. Come over if you need anything.” Dina smiled once again, a longing feeling deep in her stomach that she couldn’t shake off. You smiled back, barely.

“I will.” You gritted through your teeth as you walked out, accidentally slamming her door as you did so.

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A/N: sorry this is so short and rushed I swear I’ll make part II better

Anyways I love Dina and it’s about time i write for her she’s so bbg

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Pointless - Abby Anderson

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-> Summary: you and Abby had a rocky relationship, always bickering and taking breaks. You’re sick of it, and one night she tried to call you out for lying to her.

“I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man. I wanted to be the one that you could understand.”

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-> warnings: cheating, toxic relationship, sensitive subjects? Alcohol usage, strong language, arguing, 1k words, rushed soz guys bare w me

You shut your front door, your girlfriend eyeing you from your apartment living room. You smile drunkly at her as you walked sloppy over to her.

You kiss her cheek and try to hug her, but before you can get too close she’s shoving you away. Her muscles flex as she looks down at you disgustedly.

“Where have you been?” She asked, mother-like. You gulp and avoid her impaling gaze.

“To my parents house,” you lie, “dads birthday.”

She knows you’re lying, she knows your dads birthday isn’t until another four months. She cringed at how stupid you thought she was. She walked out to the kitchen, you following behind her and sobering up with every step.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” She seethes.

“When have I ever lied to you?” You yell at her strongly, your hands coming to grip the kitchen counter in anger. After everything she had put you through, she had no right to be acting like this.

“When have you ever told the truth?” She interrogated your further, now accusing you. You hated how she painted you as an evil person. You didn’t have a cruel bone in your body until she placed them there.

“You’re playing that game?” You laughed, your head spinning, “how many times have I forgiven you, Abby, for fucking lying to me?”

“You’re fucking insufferable.” Abby stated firmly, “this is why I don’t like being around you.”

“You make me miserable, Abby.” You laughed. Your eyebrows were raised at the shock of her audacity. It was dark out, and you’d just gotten in from a night out with your friends. Clearly, she knew that.

Maybe you were a bit drunk, but if Abby had came with you she would be too. You couldn’t count the amount of lies Abby had told you on both hands, just within the last couple months.

“Yes! All you do now is get drunk and fuck me off for your friends!” She yelled, her voice strained as she found herself yelling too often recently. You rolled your eyes and you could almost see steam coming from Abby’s ears.

“So it’s okay when you do it, but when I do it I’m the worst person ever?” You screamed at her, your fist colliding with the fridge door. You looked at her with bloodshot eyes and watched as she huffed.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Abby sighs as she picks up a cold bottle of water, the plastic almost crumpling under her heavy grip. She was unable to accept responsibility for her actions.

“Oh so you’re just going to leave and avoid the problem, again? This is your problem, Abby, you always expect me to chase after you!”

You watch her walk out, your elbows resting on the kitchen island. You laid your head in your hands, forcing the salty tears to stay in your eyes. Deep down you knew this relationship was over even before it started.

You still remember when you arrived home after a long day at work, wanting to relax, and found Abby upstairs with your best friend. Your heart shattered, but not enough for you to say no the next time she came crawling back.

Before you realised it, hot tears were rolling down your cheeks, dripping onto the counter from your chin. You were lost, with no idea where to go.

You heard the creaking of the floorboards and turned your neck to look. Abby walked towards you, her eyes blood shot, with a pitiful look plastered onto her face that you knew was fake.

You put your head back into your hands after wiping remaining tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t even look at her. You felt her strong arms wrap around your waist and tensed at the feeling.

“I’m sorry, baby, I love you.” She whispered, kissing your earlobe gently her demeanour was completely altered into someone you hadn’t seen in ages.

You push her arms off of you, “don’t, Abby, please don’t do that.”

You sighed, her eyebrows creasing as she trapped you between her arms. Her lips came to your neck, and if you were the same person you were eight months ago you would’ve let her continue.

“Abby, stop it. Stop it. You’re being mean!” You push her arm, making her lose her hold on the counter, and walk into the living room, the bend of your thumbs in your eyes. A part of you hoped you could poke them out.

She followed you in, wanting nothing more than to just lay down in bed and forget about it. You couldn’t do that this time, you felt used and abused at this point.

You pull on your jacket and your shoes, sniffling as you grab your car keys. Abby’s jaw falls opened at the sight of you leaving.

“Where the fuck are you going?” She wonders, following you to the door frame. You walk into the apartment corridor, “It’s one in the morning!”

“Don’t do this, please don’t walk out the door.” Abby pleaded again. Your back is turned to her, you knew looking at her face would kill you.

“I can’t stay, Abby,” you cried, “every night you spent with other girls, lying to me, and ignoring me are nights that I spent wondering why I loved you.”

You could hear a sob pull from Abby’s throat. You’d never seen her cry before, at least not over you. It almost made you feel worthless, not worth crying over.

“Please,” she calls as you take a step, “I can’t lose you.”

This time you turn around to her. Her dark grey shirt had spots of black from where her tears had fallen, and her nose was red. You assumed you looked the same, you knew your eyes always got puffy when you cried.

“You already have.”

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Plead - Ellie Williams

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- Summary: you and Abby were childhood friends until she betrayed you, holding you back as one of her friends murdered your brother. You and Ellie spend your days tracking her down for sweet revenge.

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“I always wondered why I struggled to be vulnerable. I could never decide between the silence of my mother or the rage of father.”

- Warnings: the story may not follow the storyline, oops Sensitive subjects, death, torture, Abby’s an ass, knife play, guns, murder, revenge, name calling, strong language, tw: owen, intense fights, skull cracking, 1.5k words, not proof read (will be done eventually)

“Oh hey- Abby? Is everything okay?” You pondered. She had stormed into the room, a cruel expression pinned onto her once soft features. Your eyebrows furrowed as you let her drag you by the arm out of the room.

She didn’t make any sound, not even breaths, as she dragged you to a house. It was old, weeds and plants growing out of every crevice. Not one window was fully intact, and inside the walls were painted with blood.

You mouth fell open at the scene in front of you. Your brother was chained to a pipe in the corner of the room, red dripping down his face and nose as it looked at his lips.

“What happened? What’s going on?” You said hurriedly. As you tried to run over to him, Abby pulled you back by your shirt. You clawed to get her hands off you, and when you looked up at her face you could see the rage behind her skin.

A man walked in, blonde with a beard, and a pipe dusted with blood in his scratched hand. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried your best to run forward.

“Abby, what the fuck? Let me go!” You screamed, trying to push her hand away. As the man creeped closer to your unconscious brother you sucked a mouthful of air in.

“No, no, no!” You screamed, the man’s pipe connecting repeatedly with your brothers head, chest and neck. You turned to Abby once again, your eyes glazed with disappointed and fear. Her eyes seemed empty, almost as if she was locked in a trance.

Once your brothers chest had stopped pulsating, Abby still wouldn’t let you free. You were held to watch as the mystery man smugly left the room, his greedy eyes fixated on the blond behind you.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” You sobbed as you turned around the girl you once called your best friend, “you’re fucking evil, Abby.”

Suddenly, it was two years later. The memory still haunted you daily. You felt it didn’t matter how far you tried to outrun it, your brothers face followed you everywhere.

It was as if he lived behind your eyelids, you saw him every time they closed. You could still feel the same amount of rage you did while living it.

So that being said, during late September, you gathered all of your guns and knives. You collected necessities and put on your coat ready for the freezing winter nights.

The sky was black, freckles of silver blinking down at you. As you stared up at them, you wondered if it were actually possible to touch them. Your legs dragged you through Jackson, house lights all switched off.

“Where are you going?” A familiar voice asked you. You turned around on your heels, looking in the direction of the voice.

“Ellie, go back inside.” you said out loud. You knew if you told her your plan she’d make you stay, but you couldn’t. Your head was longing for nasty revenge. You tried to keep walked, but she ran out and stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you don’t have to be the villain, you know?” She spoke. You felt she knew what you were up to, and was surprised. She knew about what happened, and she knew Abby killed Joel.

She continued, “but I do. So let’s go.”

She started walking in the direction you were going, but you stood still. If in a different circumstance, you would’ve laughed at her words.

“Ellie, you’re not coming with me.” You sternly mumbled to her, “you have a family, Ellie. A child!”

Ellie stayed quiet, as if assessing all of her options in her head. Eventually she nodded, turning around and walking back into her house. You were upset by the lack of goodbye, but continued forwards anyway.

You stood at the edge of Jackson, overlooking all of the houses from a hill. The sun was rising but still hidden behind mountains. You had to be completely gone by sunrise, so if someone tried to find you they couldn’t.

You set out for Seattle, where you father lived (last time you checked.) He belonged to the Washington Liberal Front, and you a sneaky suspicion that’s where Abby would be.

As you walked you daydreamed about smashing her head against a wall, then thought that probably wasn’t healthy. So, you switched the daydreaming about strangling her instead.

You felt as thought you were walking for days, though it was probably only about 1 pm. You were now in the town over from Jackson, the wooden building creating an eery vibe.

However, you didn’t have time to be afraid, and you used your need for revenge to stroll through. That was until you heard the yells of angry men.

You hid behind an old car, the windows all smashed in. Their guns shit at the metal, and you were suddenly rather nervous. Yet, you knew you couldn’t die now. You had started this, it was your job to finish it.

You pulled your pistol from your jeans, poking up from the hood of the car, shooting one of them between the eyes. Fighting had always been your strength, you weren’t good at being stealthy.

As a guy ran full speed behind you, you grabbed a rusted pipe from the ground and swung. The hit made him stumbled, so you grabbed him by the shirt and swung him into the car, then using your hand to crack his skull.

You panted as you looked around, eyes scanning desperately for anymore people. You spotted a man behind the car opposite yours and pulled out your revolver, holding it ready.

When he popped his head up, you shot. It hit him in the shoulder though didn’t kill him completely. You ran over, shooting him two more times to be sure. When you were sure that was all of them, you started a run.

You entered an old shop, the shelves bare. A man walked in through the door, the bell above him ringing. He was talking to himself, telling you to come out and fight him as you hid behind the counter.

You grabbed your knife, waiting for him to round the corner. You noticed he wasn’t carrying a gun like the other, just an old wooden baseball bat. As his shoe popped into frame you stabbed his ankle, him swinging his bat at you.

You held your cheek as you ran, the man closely behind you on a dodgy ankle. As you ran out of the store, you pulled out your revolver again, turning around to shoot him. You caught him once in the leg and once in the stomach.

That was enough for him to fall, so you kept running. You spotted a horse tied to someone house and whispered an apology had you grabbed the reins and hopped on, leading the horse out of town.

When you were fat enough away, you stopped the horse, trying his leashes to a tree branch. He was cute, a black horse with a white patch behind his ear. You scavenged through your backpack, finding a cloth and wiping away at the blood dripping down your face.

“Well,” you sighed, “that was fun.”

The horses ears perked up, as if he was listening to you.

“We need to get you a name.” You stated to yourself as you climbed back on him. Then you wondered if maybe he already had one. You started guessing names, trying to see if he would answer to any of them.

“Ugh, this is impossible!” You groaned, the horse casually walking along the trail of the woods, “I bet it’s some stupid shit, like screwdriver.”

The horse turned its neck slightly to look at you, and for a second you thought you got it right. When your tried again, he ignored you.

Maybe it’s something similar You thought.

“Nail? No, okay. Let’s try… Bolt! Fuck okay.” You listed a bunch of tools, “Hammer?”

When the horse stopped and turned to completely look at you, you laughed. Who come up with the name hammer?

“Okay then, Hammer it is.” You chuckled as the horse Hammer started his walk again. You slowly ventured further into the forest, the sky above you blocked by a blanket of dying leaves.

You stopped Hammer down by a river, finding a place to set up camp for the night. You decided that was your best option as you didn’t want to tire Hammer out before you could get close to Seattle.

You tied his reins to a tree branch, curious as to if he’d run off if you didn’t. You sat on a log, your head in your hands before you set up the your sleep arrangements.

You didn’t like the idea of being in a tent, so you settled for just a sleeping back. With a “humph!”, Hammer laid down next to you, almost shielding you with his large body.

You stroked his stomach before drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep.

You woke up to the sound of gun shots and clicker, which had became a lullaby for you. You sat up faster than the speed of light and reached for your shotgun, lifting it up.

You looked across the river bank, a herd of clickers twitching their way across the river. A gunshot snapped you into reality and you pointed your gun at the culprit.

“Ellie?”

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Viasblogs Masterlist!

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Ellie Williams

• Lost

Ellie and You used to be close friends until she was sent away to the fireflies. You not spend timeless days searching for her.

• Drop it

Ellie Williams is the only person you can’t stand. You assume it was due to her undeniable attitude and rudeness. Although maybe things can change once you’re put on patrol together?

• Plead

You felt as though your life’s purpose was to revenge Abby for you brothers death. You set out to find her and Ellie joins you along the way.

More to come!

Abby Anderson

• Notice

You and Abby became friends once she joined the WLF, bonding over everything you’ve both lost. She developed a crush on you, but couldn’t find the right time to tell you. She sees her chance and takes it.

More to come!

Dina Woodward

• Baby pt.I

You’ve always been there for Dina and JJ, offering your help whenever you can. You love spending time with them both in Jackson and refuse to tell anyone about your crush on Dina. Until she gets a girlfriend.

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Joel Miller

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Notice- Abby Anderson

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-> Summary: You befriended Abby when she joined the WLF, and she soon developed a tiny crush on you. She had never found the right time to tell you, but when a chance comes, she knew she had to go for it.

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based on that one scene between Mel and Abby. You’ll see

-> Warnings: nothing?? Mel being a knobhead, 1k words

Abby had always thought you were breath taking. She admired the way your hair fell, how your fingers expertly fired a gun, when your boot smashed down into someone’s face. You found a way to make everything poetic.

The way you laughed, though it may sound like a choked duck, always made her laugh along with you. Whether she was involved in the conversation or just listening in.

She loved how gentle you were, and how you stood up for those you loved.

One day, bored and cold, you stood in the storage room of the WLF camp. It was your task to sort out the files in alphabetical order. Funnily, you quite enjoyed organising things.

Suddenly, Mel walked in. She stared at you, a sort of evil hunger in her eyes.

“Is everything alright, Mel?” You asked softly. You weren’t sure why she was pissed off, but you didn’t dare to ask.

“You’re a terrible person,” she started. Before you could get anything else out she spoke again, “you always have been, you always will be.”

She walked out, leaving you to question where that came from. You searched the box of memories in your head, trying to justify her cruel words. Although you couldn’t find anything, you believed her.

You abandoned your set task, instead walking out of the room. Two of your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose smoothly. You went down to the kitchen to get a cool glass of water.

“Everything okay?” Abby asked as she walked in, grabbing a butter knife from the drawer to your left. You looked at her and huffed.

“Yeah, you?” You questioned.

“All good here,” Abby spoke. She knew you were lying, she wasn’t stupid, but she didn’t want to push you into telling her. Abby patted your head gently before turning around to leave, but not before sending you wink.

After you took a moment, you got back to work. You couldn’t dwell on one persons words, you knew that. So you put it to the back of your head, focusing on the task in front of you.

It was sunset when you finish, the sky painted with oranges and pinks. The sun was hiding behind mountains, the moon vibrant against the sky. You headed back to your dorm, throwing on something more comfortable.

You grabbed a book from your wooden bedside table, peeling it open and forcing yourself to read it. Your eyes scanned the words, yet your brain took nothing in. All you could think about was Mel’s words. It consumed you as you tried to figure out what you had done so wrong.

Maybe you were a bad person? You thought as your head created a mind map of every rude, mean thing you’d ever said or done.

Eventually, you got bored of thinking and rolled over to check the clock, 2:26am. You sighed as you sat up in your bed, sliding on shoes and walking out quietly, not to disturb anyone.

You wandered down the rusty steps and adventured outside. You knew it was dangerous, yet you did it anyway. You sat on a fallen tree not far out back, and peered up at the cozy blanket of silver stars above you.

“Mel’s wrong, you know.” You jumped at the light voice, turning around quickly. A girl stood, with blonde hair pulled into a plait. You knew her, her name was Abby. You could still remember the day she arrived and how you sympathised with her after finding out she lost her father.

After that, you took on the task of befriending her. Quickly, the two of you got fairly close, having bonded over everything you’d both lost. She was curious about you, you could tell. Fortunately, you were just as curious about her.

She was extremely gorgeous, you thought, as the moon highlighted the soft bend of her muscles and the freckles under her eyes.

“What?” You asked, watching her hesitantly as she sat next to you. She didn’t look at you, just peacefully sat down.

“You’re not a bad person.” She said, as if it was the simplest thing she’d ever have to say. And to her it was, she had never been so sure of it.

Abby was stood outside the room when Mel had come to speak to you, and she overheard everything. You considered her a friend, and you hoped she considered you one, too.

“You don’t know me,” you shrugged, not turning to look at her either. You face flushed a soft pink, you hoped it was dark enough that Abby wouldn’t see.

This time, Abby turned to look at you. She admired all your features. She took a mental pictures of how your eyes glowed under the soft haze of the moon, “I know enough.”

You turned your head, your eyes meeting with hers. They were different to Mel’s. They were soft, and carried a strong emotion that you couldn’t pick out in them.

“You’re just saying that.” You spoke quietly.

Abby sighed, knowing no matter how many words she spoke you would never believe it. She cursed Mel for feeding into your insecurities.

You both sat in silence for a while, the only sound between you being the slow breeze and rustle of the leaves that hung from tall trees.

You felt her place two fingers under your chin, as she swivelled your head to face her again. Silently, she placed her lips to yours. It was over quicker than it came, as Abby realised what she had done.

“Shit- sorry.” She rushed, her hands ready to lift her self up. She started walking, but before she could leave you followed her.

You pulled at the back of her dark grey tank, spinning her around and kissing her back. Your hands wrapped around her neck, hers freezing before finally finding home on your hips.

“Don’t be.” You whispered, your lips twisting up into a smile before you kissed her again. Silently, you cursed yourself for not doing this sooner.

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Drop it- Ellie Williams

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-> Summary: you and Ellie hadn’t ever gotten along, you couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t pissing you off. Suddenly things change?

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-> Warnings: gun use, strong language, Ellie’s attitude, 1.3k words, not proofread oops sue me

“Fucking drop it, Williams,” you snapped, “quit whining all the time.”

You both were in an abandoned house, the walls dusted with weeds and plants, scratches and blood stained. It was the normal now.

“Seriously? You’re so ignorant!” Ellie whisper-shouted back to you. You glared at her, your eyes rolling as you looked away.

“Im ignorant? You need to snap back into reality, Williams.” You turned to face her, your gun tip pushing into her chest to keep her in place, “now stop complaining, and help me move the bookshelf.”

Fortunately, Ellie closed her mouth and swung her gun around her torso. She huffed before standing one side of the bookshelf blocking the door to the bathroom.

You pushed from behind it, your muscles flexing expertly. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you say behind the door. You reached out for the handle, hesitant to pull it open.

“Hurry up,” Ellie groaned before moving you by the shoulders away from the door. Her hand grabbed at the handle and twisted.

“Williams wait-” You tried to grab her and pull her back, but before you could a stalker was gnawing at her. You quickly retrieved a bat from the ground and ran towards her.

Although she was the most insufferable person you’d ever met, you refused to let her die under your watch. You’d refuse to let anyone die, for that matter.

Your bat came down on the stalkers head, allowing it to turn stiff and fall beside Ellie. You unravelled your pistol from its place in the belt loop of your jeans and shot through its head. You could never be too sure.

“Uh- thanks,” Ellie scratched the back of your head, “but I could’ve handled that.”

“Don’t be so ungrateful,” you bit. Ellie just sighed and started to search around the bathroom. You followed suit, your bat never leaving your hand.

Inside one of the drawers you found a box of nails, and took to impaling them into the end of the bat. Ellie froze in her spot by the door and you turned to look over her shoulder at what she was staring at.

“Sh,” she whispered, and that’s when you heard the faint calling of a clicker. You eyes squeezed shut as you grew more fed up with the whole situation.

“We could go out through the window?” You suggested quietly. Ellie turned her head to look at you, and you took a step back from her shoulder.

“What a stupid fucking idea,” her eyebrows furrowed together, “do you want to break your ankle again?”

You laughed at her audacity, “do you want me to break your nose again?”

“Just shut up and follow me,” Ellie whispered. You cringed at the thought of you following her and not vice versa, but as she took a quiet step you followed her actions.

You don’t remember when you and Ellie started all the bickering, you had always assumed it was just because she was annoying.

She stopped at the opening of the door and you copied, your head reaching around and the clicker coming into view. It pawed at its face, it’s body twitching every thirty seconds.

You had two options, quietly pass it and risk running into more, or killing it and risking attracting more. Neither option good.

As it turned its back on you, you ran up behind it, Ellie grabbing at your jacket to pull you back. You pulled out your shiv and held the clicker around its neck, digging the shiv once into its head and another time in the stomach. It fell limp at your feet and you peered down at it.

“Are you fucking insane?” Ellie questioned quietly, her shotgun in hand.

“Aren’t you, Williams?” You raised an eyebrow. You needed to figure out who partnered you together for patrol, so you could tell them to un-partner you. She shrugged at you before walking towards the kitchen.

There, you picked up a bottle of alcohol and some bullets before Ellie dragged you out by the ear.

“get your dirty hands off of me!” You yelled and swatted her hand away as you exited the house. Huge mistake.

A field full of clickers turned to face you, and you counted at least 6 before one snuck up behind you. Ellie swung her shotgun at it, knocking it out. You brought your bat down on it before turned to help Ellie with the rest.

You brought out your revolver, knowing a bat was no good in this situation. You shot consistently at them but nothing seemed to be working and they slowly inched towards you both. 4 down, 3 to go.

“Let’s split,” you whispered, hoping to not attract them more than you already were, “you get left I’ll get right then we’ll meet for the one back there.”

For the first time ever, Ellie didn’t argue. Instead she ran left. You hid behind an old hay box to the right, the lack of shot sounds confusing the clicker. You snuck up on it, shanking it with your knife.

Unexpectedly, it didn’t work. It turned around and lifted itself off of the floor and lunged at you, making you drop your knife. Your hands came up to its shoulders, trying to push it off of you.

You could hear Ellie’s gun going off to your left, just hoping that she would make it out alive. Your knee came up to the clickers stomach, making it halter a bit. You took this as your chance and shoved it away from you, reaching for the glass bottle laying next to you.

It smashed against the clickers head, your revolver then blowing a hole through its head. You could feel warm blood dripping down your arm and you did your best to ignore it, praying desperately you hadn’t been bit.

As said, you met Ellie in the middle for the last one, however this one seemed a lot bigger, you’d known it as a bloater. As it approached, you knew your only option was to shoot, so that’s what you did.

Over and over again your bullets met the skin of the bloater.

“Watch out!” Ellie pushed you over as the clicker threw a bomb at you. Luckily, Ellie’s push allowed you to dodge it. You reached for your shotgun. You had one bullet, and this was your last chance. Soon after, you changed the plan.

“Williams, distract it!” You yelled as best you could, sitting on your heels as your knees dug into the damp ground. You pulled out a Molotov cocktail and bomb from your backpack.

You watched as Ellie ran around, lining up the bomb with the bloaters footsteps. After you heard the BANG you threw across the Molotov. You watched as neon flames engulfed the creature. Shortly after you fell onto you back in exhaustion.

You heard the bloater fall to the floor and Ellie dropped her gun. As she kneeled over you, you could see an equal amount of blood covering her white vest and dirty brown flannel. She breathed heavily, her eyes scanning you for injury.

“Fuck, are you okay? S’just a scratch, don’t panic.” She rushed, more to herself than you. Her voice laced with panic, concern and worry. The tore off the end of her flannel, wrapping it around your bleeding arm.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you watched, surprised, at the furrowing of her eyebrows. You sat deciding whether it was concern or anger. You didn’t know why she’d be angry, though.

“I thought you were fucking dead, idiot!” She panted, sweat visibly dripping down her forehead, “Good idea, by the way. I wouldn’t have thought of that.”

She cracked a smile, forcing your lips to twitch into one. Her hand lingered on your arm, her eyes intense as she stared at you. Her lips were on yours. Passionately and desperately, her lifeline was your lips. Your eyes widened before the softly closed, your hand reaching for hers.

“What a change of atmosphere,” you chuckled as you both pulled away. The sun was setting, the annoyance by her existence replaced with pure admiration.

“Well, they do say you don’t realise what you have until you think you’ve lost it, right?”

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Lost- Ellie Williams

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-> Summary: Once Ellie is handed over to Joel and Tess, you lose contact with her. You find her again a couple years later.

-> Warnings: none? A broken ankle?

You stumbled down a flight of stairs, the cracks in the dusty windows being your only source of light. The world went quiet when the blanket of snow fell.

The clicker at the top of the stairs froze, hearing the accidental noise you had made. You breathing hitched as you bent down to grab a mental pipe. The clicking noises grew louder as you hurriedly tied a scissors to the end of the pipe, hoping it would do more damage.

You stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the clicker to come close enough. You were praying to anyone listening that you got out of this mess, you had someone to find.

The clicker got to the last step and lunged at you. You swung the pipe as hard as you could and caught its neck, then using your shiv to quietly puncture it. You hoped you were quiet enough to not alert any other near by.

However, you thought wrong. Two more came through the door to your left.

"Fuck." You whispered as they quickly ran towards you. As quietly as you could, you moved spaces. You were now in an open room with only armour stands in every corner, and massive pillars to hold the ceiling up.

you had no idea which way was out. A rat squeaked as you scared it with a step and the two clickers turned to face you. You observed them, and how disgusting they looked. You didn't know if you could take two at once.

At the sound of the door closing, one scurried off up the stairs, the other locked on you. It walked towards you, as if smelling you, and it twitched every thirty seconds. You stepped back, frightening for your life and knocked the armour stand over.

At this, you took off running. You knew it wasn't smart to leave the room as others could be around any corner, so you ran in circles. As the clicker cut through the middle of the room, you stood on a baseball bat and your ankle twisted.

You whimpered in pain as you turned to face the ugly creature, your pipe ready in your hand. You heard to faint voices calling out from up the stairs. You refused to reply.

Unexpectedly, the clicker lunged. You battered it with the pipe but nothing seemed to be working, and the searing pain in your ankle wasn't helping. The clicker knocked the pipe from your hand and knocked you over, the baseball bat far too out of reach now.

You knew you had only one option, other than giving up, and you took it.

"Help!" You screamed, your hands on the shoulders of the clicker to keep it away from you, "Downstairs! Fuck- Hurry!"

you tried kicking it but the clicker didn't seem effected by it. You arms were slowly giving in and the clicker got closer to your face. You squeezed your eyes shut and gave up completely.

you prepared yourself for failure, but it never came. The clicker was thrown off of you and its head had been cut off from its neck. You choked back a cry, resting your head on the ground for a second.

"Are you okay?" A deep voice called out from where the clicker stood. You coughed and sat up, Your vision blurry as you opened your eyes, "I'm Joel. Are you hurt?"

When you heard his name, your head popped up. Your vision slowly coming back as you tried to stand.

"Woah steady," Joel spoke as he grabbed you arm to help, "Ah, the ankle. do you want me to take a look?"

"Uh- if you don't mind," You nodded. You tried not to sound too hopeful, knowing exactly who you was looking for was around there somewhere.

He sat you in the room over on a sofa, rolling up your jeans and untying the laces of your wrecked green converse.

"What are ya doing out here alone?" he questioned curiously. He inspected your ankle, gently holding it with his hands.

"Well, I was searching for someone," You replied. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you anticipated the arrival of the girl you was looking for. Joel hummed in response, not prying any further.

"Can you stand on it?" He asked as he helped you to stand. You tried to put pressure on it more and failed, "Alright sit down, I'll be right back."

You watched him leave then waited patiently for him to return. In the mean time, you stared at the old pictures on the walls. At the weeds that grew in the corners of the room, and the old tiles of the ceiling that had broken or fallen off.

"Just through here," You heard Joel speak, "just a sprained ankle, fortunately-"

You gasped at the sight, as if you hadn't expected it, "Ellie?"

"Oh my god," She sighed in disbelief. She dropped her bag into Joel's hand and jogged over to you, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," You laughed, letting her grab your hand and pull you up. You made sure not to put pressure on your foot as she tightly wrapped her arms around you. You arms engulfed her torso as your head rested below her chin.

Her hand came to the back of your head and you took notice of how much she had grown.

"I thought id never see you again," You sighed.

"So you two know each other then?" Joel raised an eyebrow as you two pulled apart, Ellie sitting you back on the sofa.

"Well, here I am" Ellie replied, ignoring Joels question and handing him bandages.