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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 7 months

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X F!Actress!Reader

After nearly a year of constant questions a little idea popped up into your head, why not have your husband and his friends do an instagram live? You could answer everyone’s burning questions and then go back to keeping your life private. It sounded innocent enough, and Kyle was more than willing to do it, now if you could convince everyone else.

A/N: I want to give a HUGE shoutout to @gaylemonshark for helping fuel this fic idea, you've been a giant help and I'd be lost without you tbh lol warnings:minor language, nothing explicit, Ghost being Ghost

You’d kept your private life, well, private for nearly your entire acting career, choosing not to let people close and have rumors spread like wildfire. You had been in countless films, shows, and interviews with co-stars that always seemed curious. What was there truly to know about you, and why were you so adamant on keeping it secret? Your parents were thankful nothing had come out, save for the few rumors saying you were dating a co-star. It wasn’t until you were wearing a noticeable wedding band that the rumors began to fly even more. Who had you gotten married to? Were they also someone famous or were they in a different line of work?

________ “You want us to do what?” Price was a little confused on the whole idea, especially when you were married to his comrade.

“Well, people have been asking me for years about my personal life and I’d love for them to see the people that matter most.” It sounded much better in your head, and right now you were beginning to panic.

“I’ll ask Johnny and Ghost, but I can’t guarantee they’ll agree to it.” Price gave you a stern look, you wouldn’t push if the other two weren’t willing.

If anything it would just be you and Kyle on the live answering as many questions as you both could. Sure there was plenty about Kyle’s line of work that he couldn’t legally talk about online, not without getting reprimanded. The two of you had met by complete accident, you’d been shooting a new movie and he happened to walk on set. Security was ready to walk him out until you caught sight of him. You’d convinced them to let him stay for the day, having hours long conversations once you were done shooting for the day.

It was a whirlwind romance from the very beginning, Kyle did everything in his power to romance you when he wasn’t deployed. He’d cook for you often, refusing to let you even lift a finger when he was around. So it was no surprise that six months into your relationship that Kyle popped the question. His hands were shaking as he knelt down onto one knee, holding your hands and asking the words you’d been waiting to hear.

“Will you marry me?”

You had all but thrown yourself into his arms, screaming happily a loud ‘Yes!’. It was everything you’d ever dreamt of, calling your mom immediately after it had happened. Kyle was watching you from afar, nothing but love shining in his eyes as you squealed with the news. He wanted you to meet his teammates and friends before the wedding, especially since he wanted to invite them. Who were you to say no?

Price had pulled you into a hug right away, telling you how often Kyle would boast whenever he was on base. His smiles comforted you like a fathers would, and from that moment on you knew that Kyle was in good hands when he wasn’t home. Ghost, or Simon, was the second to introduce himself. He’d warned you that during missions he tended to wear a mask, mainly to keep his identity a secret from the enemies and to strike fear into them. However when you stood in front of the man you were glad to see he’d forgone it. What Kyle had failed to mention was just how big he was, not just in height but in stature as well.

“Nice to meet you, Kyle’s told me a lot about you.” You smiled softly, shaking his hand gently.

He scoffed before pulling you into a friendly, albeit tight, bear hug. You snuggled into his chest for a brief moment before pulling away from his embrace. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him, he wasn’t a ray of sunshine to most people. And then there was Johnny who didn’t waste a single second before flirting with you. Your cheeks flushed as you giggled, raising your hand to surprise everyone with the news.

“Wait! You’re engaged?” Johnny’s head whipped to where Kyle was talking with Price.

“Oh, that’s why we were coming to see you guys.” Kyle walked over and wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I believe a congrats is in order.” Price headed over to his desk, pulling out a bottle of what looked like whiskey.

“Don’t have fancy glasses so you lot will have to deal with plastic ones.” He poured out enough for everyone, handing out the cups.

Johnny was the first to cheer, congratulating the two of you on your engagement and a long and happy marriage. You sipped the dark liquor, relishing in the way it burned going down your throat slightly.

“That’s another reason we’re here. Neither of us are doing a wedding party but we wanted to invite you to the wedding.” Neither of you had set a proper date yet, wanting to make sure you’d have time for both the wedding and a short honeymoon.

Johnny was more than overjoyed at the thought of your wedding, getting to relax for a few days with no worries sounded rather nice. What surprised you was how eager even Simon was, he had agreed within seconds of the words slipping past Kyle’s lips. Price was honored that you’d asked him in person, considering Kyle had his home address he felt it was safer to do it in person.

“We have to start planning first, but once we set a date we’ll let you guys know right away.” You leaned your head against Kyle’s shoulder.

Meeting the group of men that helped keep the world safe went better than you’d expected, considering most military men your friends had dated were less than savory characters. And while you knew deep down they had to do bad things to keep people safe, it was simply life. Your parents didn’t know much about Kyle considering you couldn’t very well tell them exactly what he did for work. His parents had welcomed you with open arms, telling you how gorgeous you were and how happy they were. If the news ever broke out about your engagement, or marriage you wouldn’t tell anyone about Kyle.

Well…

“Thank you guys for doing this, if you get uncomfortable I can turn it off and we can have a nice lunch instead.” You were setting up the camera and laptop, making sure everything was clear and visible.

“It’s no problem sweetheart, better to get the world off your ass sooner rather than later.” Of course Price was encouraging this, he’d been there when you called Kyle about it originally.

You scooted the chairs closer, making sure everyone would be in frame while having enough space to relax fully. Simon had all but stolen the bowl of chips from Johnny, cackling as the Scot tried to snag some of the salty goodness.

“Alright boys, we’ll be on live in ten seconds.” You plopped down into your own chair, fingers lacing with Kyle’s as he scooted closer to you.

You watched the timer countdown, signaling that you were live as your fans began to pour into the chat. Most of them were screaming hello and other variations of their own personal greeting. You giggled to yourself and greeted everyone that was currently watching.

“I’m here to introduce you guys to the amazing man that is my husband.” Kyle leaned forward so that he was more in frame for the camera.

The comments began to blow up immediately, most of them saying how attractive he was and asking how you’d met. You let Kyle answer the question of how you’d met, watching how his expression lit up at the chance to talk about you. He didn’t hide a single detail, face flushing as he remembered nearly getting thrown out before you came to his rescue. Simon snickered behind you, laughing louder when Kyle had to admit you were his knight in shining armor. It was a sweet moment for the two of you, but to the normal person it would look quite funny.

“We’ve been married for just over two years, guess you guys aren’t as observant as you think.” It was mainly due to the fact that you would remove your ring, not wanting to put Kyle in the spotlight.

You’d posted only one photo of the two of you from your wedding day, everyone had demanded to know who the mystery man was, but you wanted to keep him to yourself. It took a paparazzi snapping a photo of you for things to come crashing down. If they managed to find you at home, then they’d stop at nothing until they got more photos of you together.

“So unfortunately I can’t tell you too much about my amazing husband, so I’ll answer a few questions about his amazing friends before we head off for the day.” You watched the comments for a good question to pick.

“How did my first meeting with them go? Oh that’s easy, Price was very friendly, and Johnny flirted with me immediately, not even a hello but flirting right away.” You laughed at the guffawed expression on Kyle’s face.

The two men began to bicker, Kyle saying that you were his lady and Johnny needed to find someone else to flirt with.

“That’s just how he is, sees a pretty girl and man’s gotta flirt.” Simon snickered as Johnny rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s my wife you dirty little Scot!” Kyle tried to contain his laughter, truly he did, but he couldn’t be all that surprised. You were gorgeous, of course Soap would flirt with you.

“I din’ know tha’!” Johnny huffed to himself.

“Don’t worry, I took the flirting as a compliment.” You reached over to pat his knee, smiling up at the other man.

Johnny’s once sour expression suddenly turned smug, well if you liked his flirting then clearly he was doing something right.

“Does Johnny flirt with everyone? Yes, yes he absolutely does. I’m sure he flirted with every single new recruit on base.” You rested your hand on Kyle’s knee, relaxing into his side.

“That’s cause he’s a whore.” John, who was taking a sip of his water, spit it out at Simon’s words.

It caused an uproar in the chat and also within the group. Simon couldn’t help but start laughing at John’s reaction. Some of them were worried that John would end up choking on some of the water he’d meant to drink, of course you kept a careful eye on him in between giggles. Johnny looked downright mortified, it was all in good fun though, nothing serious.

“Alright, let’s get a few more questions before my husband and his friends head out for the day.” You turned back towards your laptop, looking for questions that piqued your interest.

The chat was flooded more than usual, comments rushing by before you could properly read them. You managed to get two final questions, saving them on a side page so that you could answer them.

“Are Kyle and I going to ever have children? Well that depends on where we both are in a few years. We’re both still young so rushing into something like that isn’t the best idea.” It was true, you’d discussed having children but with Kyle being deployed at any given moment for long amounts of time, it made you nervous.

“We want them eventually, but I think we’re just enjoying our time together right now.” Kyle pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling at the way you squirmed.

“Alright the last and final question is, Simon, are you single?” Simon rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes, I am, no I do not want to date someone that’s nearly half my age.” You wanted to laugh at his response, he definitely wasn’t wrong about your fanbase, a lot of young girls seemed to follow you.

You wrapped up the live thanking everyone for their questions and promising to post more pictures of you and Kyle when given the chance. You loved your fans, but there were things you didn’t want to make public, such as your husband since these kids were like bloodhounds. They’d find out his name and where he grew up if given the opportunity, and that made you a little nervous.

“Why don’t we take a picture so that we can post it to your instagram?” Kyle was supportive of whatever you posted, as long as it was your decision in the end.

You agreed and set up the phone so that everyone would be in the frame, setting the time before taking your place beside Kyle once more. Everyone put on their best smiles, even Simon who didn’t much like having his photo taken. He was confident in his looks, but knowing millions were about to see his face daily? It was kind of daunting.

“I’m gonna go ahead and post it, thank you guys for being so understanding and doing this for me and Kyle.” You smiled at everyone, writing out a quick, but rather cheesy, caption before hitting post.

You could ignore the comments that would flood in with the news that you were married, and the many thirst comments you would inevitably get as well. For now you were going to enjoy having your husband home for as long as you could.

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yeahhiyellow · 3 years

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19, 22 and 23? :^)

19. What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

Tbh there are a lot of things I hate, although by this point it's only very certain parts of the fandom that have these problems, since most of the shitty people have lost interest by this point. If I had to choose just one thing though, it'd be the overwhelming focus on white, male characters over female and/or characters of color. And there are a lot of areas where this shows up. One major example is that a lot of people like the idea of Connor, Hank, Gavin, and Nines (all white, male characters, mind you) staying at the DPD even after:

The DPD was the one (along with Cyberlife) responsible for the deaths, arrests, and brutal treatment of androids, the main oppressed group in the game's world

Connor and Nines are a part of that oppressed group, and at least Hank is shown in game to support them

Connor has already worked at the DPD and was routinely called an "it" (which as someone who is nonbinary and has been called "it" knows how insulting that can be and understands the need to get away from situations where that happens), was allowed to be sent to his death by, and was routinely harassed and nearly murdered, or in some playthroughs actually murdered, by workers at the DPD (*ahem Gavin ahem*)

Hank (if he is your friend) risked his career just to cause a distraction for Connor to keep him alive

Just because the android revolution was successful doesn't mean the DPD was going to follow that. I mean, the androids were heavily compared to African Americans in this game, and we all know how the current police system treats them (and if you don't, pay attention to the news, like, ever. Also read Jim Crow as that book is very informative on the oppression of blacks in the entire incarceration system as well as before and after that)

So I hope it would be pretty obvious to any sane person that suggesting these characters would join/remain in the DPD after everything is offensive on all sorts of levels.

In addition to that, you also have some people saying that they only cared about Connor's story, or that his was the only good one. The female protagonist that risks her own life several times to save that of a child (no matter if she is human or android)? Not important. The (half) black protagonist who is shot by police, has to rebuild himself, and leads his own people to freedom? Who cares? The only important story to these people is the white, male, cop android who spends most of his time hunting down the good guys. And if some people honestly prefer Connor's story because of their own reasons, that's fine. And yes, Kara and Markus's stories have lots of problems. But Connor's does too, and none of this gives people an excuse to ignore the other characters, especially since they are the minority characters. Then, there are also the people who say Connor's machine path was better than his deviant path, or that him being replaced by Nines in the end was unfair. And... what the fuck??? I mean, I get it, it's fun to play through different options, and Connor is hella badass in the machine path. But he is also hella badass in the deviant path (killing the guards in the elevator, possibly the team at the bottom if he doesn't catch the security camera, fighting Sixty, walking in front of all the androids he freed, like, come on), and he also, like, has morals and isn't oppressive??? In the machine route, he kills his own people, including those who just want to be free and might have been completely pacifist the entire way through. So I'm sorry, anyone who thinks his machine path is better is just looking for an excuse to be oppressive without openly admitting it.

Then there's the Gavin apologizers. While fanon Gavin is awesome, some people have way overstepped the line of redemption and allowing oppression. I've seen posts defending Gavin's in-game behavior, just because he refers to androids as "he" on occasion. This is despite:

Suggesting "roughing up," or being violent to Shaolin (the HK400 in "The Interrogation")

Insulting his partner, Chris, when he doesn't forcibly move Shaolin against Shaolin's will

Pointing a gun at Connor after Connor rightfully says to stop touching Shaolin for both succeeding the mission and for Shaolin's sake, and only stepping down after Hank points a gun at him and even after insults Connor

Punching Connor right in the thirium pump regulator and then pushing his head right where his LED is in the break room if Connor refuses to get him a coffee

Insulting and threatening Connor in the same scene even if Connor follows all of his demands

Insulting Hank's alcoholism in the Eden Club "it's starting to stink of booze in here"

Purposely pushing Connor to the side in the same scene

Trying to literally murder Connor and admitting he'd wanted to kill him ever since he first saw Connor, sometimes successfully

Both physically and verbally assaulting Connor

I forgive very easily and strongly believe in redemption, don't get me wrong. But trying to excuse Gavin's behaviors is so inexcusable, especially when most of his aggressions are towards androids, the oppressed minority.

Now, let's look at Ao3, shall we? Let's see how many fics posted there are with each of the "main" (including Gavin and Nines since even though they are not main characters in canon they are in fanon) characters... (also, keep in mind, I gathered this data about a month ago so it might not be completely up to date):

Connor: 16,150

Markus: 5,395

Kara: 1,504

Hank: 13,135

Nines: 9,807

Gavin: 9,939

Amanda: 1,177

Chloe: 1,521

North: 3,056

Simon: 3,192

Josh: 1,965

Alice: 1,098

Luther: 848

Rose: 193

This means that certain characters get unequal amounts of attention:

White: 59,042

Black: 9,578

Male: 60,431

Female: 8,549

White, Male: 52,223

White, Female: 7,179

Black, Male: 8,208

Black, Female: 1,370

Well, this says a lot. Now, some people reading this might realize that there are more white and male characters to begin with, so it could be fair even with their numbers being higher. So, okay, let's see the average amount of works a single character in each of the above categories would have (so divide each of the values by the number of characters in that category) (also I rounded to the tenth place aka first decimal point):

White: 6,560.2

Black: 1,915.6

Male: 7,553.9

Female: 1,424.8

White, Male: 10,444.6

White, Female: 1,794.8

Black, Male: 2,736

Black, Female: 685

If anything, these are even more telling. And if you don't believe me, look on Ao3 and calculate these yourself, because you'll get the same thing.

To be clear, I don't have anything against Connor, Hank, or any of the white and/or male characters. I even like the way that the fandom has redeemed Gavin. But the fandom has not done the same job of redeeming other characters, especially the minority ones, and pays way less attention to them, and that needs to be called out with evidence by someone.

Anyway, I spent a LONG time on that first question, so I'll try to make the next answers shorter!

22. Popular character you hate?

There aren't any popular characters that I thoroughly hate. The only characters I hate are ones that are already highly unpopular (Todd, Zlatko, Perkins). If we're talking canon characters, I do hate Gavin with a flaming passion. I mean, he is meant to represent police brutality. But fanon Gavin is cool with me, so I'm not sure exactly how much this counts.

There is one semi-popular character that I dislike though, and that is Kamski. I'm half-counting him again because within the fandom there are very mixed opinions. I personally dislike him mainly because of his treatment of one of his Chloe's: he is willing to let her get shot in the head and killed just to find a dumb answer to his Kamski test just because he feels like it. If Connor doesn't shoot Chloe, he tells Connor he's deviant, knowing full well that Amanda and Cyberlife are watching being the one to design the program, endangering Connor. While he arguably is responsible for deviancy and wants androids to succeed, that doesn't make up for those facts.

Another character that half-counts is Daniel. There are mixed opinions within the fandom on him as well, with some arguing that he is only wanting to not get replaced and protect himself. However, since his first response was to kill the dad, and then he proceeded to shoot at least 3 more cops, killing 2, and hold Emma, the young girl he had been friends with for years hostage, even though she had nothing to do with his replacement. You can't argue that he didn't want to kill Emma and only used her as protection for himself, either, as there are multiple endings where he tries and sometimes succeeds in killing Emma, even when he is also killing himself. I'm not closed to a redemption arc for him, but his in-game actions are inexcusable. He's the one deviant who truly has no valid defense for his actions.

23. Unpopular character you love?

There are a few. I absolutely adore North, Josh, Adam, and Alice, even though the fandom has conflicted opinions on them. Then again, none of these characters are really considered unpopular, just not as popular as others with a select few that don't like them. With North, I've been in this fandom since a few months after its release, when there was a lot of North hatred, and was actually in a group called the North Protection Squad lol. However, now most people like her, and she's really grown in popularity. With Josh, it's less that he's hated, and more that he's ignored. People say that Simon was the peaceful option when he was really the neutral, and recently I've seen more people against Josh's opinions on the revolution. While I don't always agree with Josh being so passive and undemanding (neither do I agree with North's violence), he's still an awesome character with some very valid points. Then, I do understand why some people dislike Adam, as at first he's against androids and almost reveals Kara and the others. However, if you meet him at the border crossing, he apologizes to Kara and changes his mind, promising to help androids. While he may start out scared and not on the right side, he does have a good heart and ends up making the right decisions in the end. With Alice, I haven't seen many people hate her, either, although I have seen some saying she's annoying and lacks a personality. I agree that she lacks a personality, although I argue that's the writers' faults rather than her character's (as are problems with other characters, I mean David Cage wrote this so what were we expecting). I also don't think she's annoying, as after all she is only 9 (in human terms), doesn't admit she's an android because she's scared Kara will reject her (and Kara actually can reject her for being an android, leaving her completely on her own in a world that wants her dead. Also, living her whole life with Todd can absolutely not help her feel more secure with who she is or make her trust Kara to still love her for it), and she is only cold and feels sick because her model of android is literally designed to replicate human sickness and discomfort (and it's clear she doesn't know how to turn them off, because even after Kara knows she's an android Kara still has to help Alice not feel cold anymore. Also, this is November in Detroit, in which the average temperature is 42°F (5.6°C). There are also scenes where it is snowing, meaning the temperature is below freezing. Still, despite the temperatures, in some scenes not having a coat, and feeling sick, she says Kara and Luther can't stop because of her, risks her life to save Kara's if you fail QTEs, and says she's "fine" even when she's cold to comfort Kara. So if you think she can be annoying, yeah, all 9-year-olds can be. But if you think she's annoying enough to actually hate her, idek what to say).

In terms of characters that are really unpopular, I actually like Leo. His actions at first are inexcusable. I mean, accusing Carl of loving an android more than hin, insulting Markus and treating him as less than human, threatening him, breaking into Carl's house and attempting to steal his paintings for drug money, and framing Markus for Carl's death leading to him getting shot and nearly killed are obviously not okay things to do. However, he is clearly on drugs, specifically red ice, the most dangerous drug in the world. Also, if you decide to push Markus leading Carl to still be alive, when you return to Carl's house, you can find a message Leo sent to Carl in which he apologizes for everything and promises it won't happen again. In the extras section, you also find out Carl missed out on Leo's whole childhood, only first meeting him once he was much older. Given that Carl spends all of his days pleasantly conversing with Markus while ignoring Leo, not calling him, only talking to Leo once he comes around himself, and doesn't even argue when Leo says Carl doesn't love him, it's almost fair that Leo thinks the way he does. Since he's also high on drugs throughout the story, at least up until Markus gets shot, we also know that the Leo we see isn't the real Leo. Later, if Carl is dead and Markus visits his grave, he encounters Leo again. This time, when Leo sees Markus he is only shocked. Now, off of red ice, not only is he going to see Carl's grave, expressing love for his father, he also doesn't try to hurt Markus, insult him, or anything mean or dehumanizing. His expression lacks any signs of aggression. It was only when he was high that he was such an asshole. Although that doesn't excuse his behavior, it does give a reason for it, and by the end I consider him redeemed.

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Wow... that was a long response to a very short ask. No need to read all that (although I would highly suggest reading my first answer, at least, since that does contain some very relevant points). Although then again, if you've made it here, you've probably already read all that. In which case I would love to hear your opinions if you're willing to share (as well as anyone who sees this!) I guess I just had a lot of opinions that I needed to put out in the world lol, so thank you sm for the ask!!!!! 💛💛💛

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twdbegins · 4 years

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Catfight

Simon x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Fight scene, Language, Injuries.

A/N: Please, do not judge me for this fight scene. Listen, I wrote this over a year ago and tbh it’s one of my favorites because I love some soft Simon but I even went back through and edited it...it still doesn’t sound good.

Word count: 3,050

“Did you at least throw the first swing?”

She made you so angry. She knew exactly how to push your buttons and drive you up the wall. Truthfully, she had never really done anything to you personally. In fact, there was a time when the two of you were extremely close. Hell, you were best friends for the longest time. Other than Simon, she was the first friend you made upon arriving at the Sanctuary. Maybe it was only because you both arrived just a day apart and were scared at first, who really knows? Regardless, you were best friends and now you weren’t.

There was no surprise to why your friendship fell apart. Since the moment she arrived, she had caught Negan’s eye, something she noticed very quickly. She knew she could use it to her advantage in the long run, so she buttered him up to the highest extent and did not hesitate in the least when he asked her to be one of his wives. She had been Negan’s wife for about six months, while you had been dating Simon for about nine.

At first, the “marriage” didn’t really phase you. You disagreed with it, because you knew neither of them actually loved each other. She was using him for a higher rank and he was using her to fill whatever dark void he had in his heart. But it didn’t affect your friendship at first, so it didn’t bother you. Until, of course, she realized the advantages and benefits she held from her position. So, over time she slowly began to become the absolute worst person to be around. She was insulting, rude, and overall just a horrible person. Her bubbly, innocent personality that you had once been so connected to suddenly felt foreign to you.

Unfortunately, even though your friendship with dear little Kelly was at an end, you still had to deal with her quite regularly. As the Sanctuary’s in residence doctor, you were constantly passing her in the hall and being caught in the same room as her. And she never missed a chance to get under your skin. You tried to not let her get to you. You knew good and well that she had dug herself into a hole that she couldn’t get out of. She was confused and too scared to ask for help. You tried to remind yourself of that, but it was much easier said than done.

Simon knew all of this. He knew you from the beginning to the end of your friendship with her and he was always so patient with listening to you rant about her. He advised you the best he could, but honestly the girl drama was way over his head. He mostly just tried to listen and support you through it. You figured that Kelly probably told Negan all of the same things, if he was willing to listen. But you were tough and could stand up for yourself. You wouldn’t let her get away with doing or saying something totally out of line. Which is what led up to the big incident.

You had been packing some things for a run you were going on with Arat and a few others, to which you realized you needed a small stack of cups for the trip. The infirmary was fresh out of cups meaning you would have to borrow a stack from the bar in the room where Negan’s wives all concentrated to during the day. You took a moment to decide if it was a good idea to go in there. Kelly was almost always in there anytime you had to go in there for something, so you knew you would be making yourself a target. However, Arat insisted that cups were necessary so you decided to swallow your pride and get what you needed as fast as possible.

You walked into the lounge, not even looking to see who was in there. You rummaged through the shelves, locating the cups quickly and making a mad dash to leave. However, once you were almost to the door, you heard a dreadfully familiar voice;

“Oh, [Y/N]! Hey!”

Your back was turned to her, your eyes shutting slowly in annoyance. You did, however, turn around slowly and give a weak greeting. To which she started getting at you right off the bat;

“So, I hear you’re going on a run tomorrow?” She questioned with a snarky tone.

You nodded slightly, not wanting to speak in fear of what you might actually say. God knows you weren’t afraid to hurt her feelings. It was at this moment you noticed there were no other wives in the room, a very rare occurrence.

“That’s interesting...” She said with a tone leaving plenty of room for follow-up questions.

Her mocking tone was beginning to make your blood boil, but you kept your composure for the moment;

“Oh, yeah? How’s that?” You asked.

She stood up from her place on the couch, tugging the short skirt on her black dress slightly. That was never something she would’ve worn before Negan. He really had changed her completely;

“Well, I just think it’s strange, you know? You’re doing all the dirty work around here when you could so easily give that up,” She said walking in front of you and behind the bar.

You sighed heavily. This was not the first time she had sparked this conversation. The truth was, Negan actually threw a marriage offer your way at one point before he knew that you and Simon were an item. You promptly declined, but Negan told you the offer would always stand. You always wondered if Kelly thought you would’ve accepted and that’s why she agreed to marrying him. Regardless, she knew how you felt about Simon and that you never would accept Negan’s proposal.

“Come on, Kelly. You know I busted it before everything to become a doctor. I can’t just drop that to be one of Negan’s wives. He told me very clearly that I can’t do both,” You stated feeling the rage building inside of you, “Besides, you know how I love Simon. I would never leave him for Negan,”

She opened a bottle of red wine and slowly poured herself a glass, seemingly displeased with your answer. She nodded after taking a sip from her glass, she sighed dramatically;

“I suppose so,” She said swirling her glass, “I guess it’s just not the choice I would’ve made,”

This was what drove you crazy. The way she tried to make you feel guilty for something that was your choice. I mean, of course it’s not the choice she would’ve made. It was never her choice to make to begin with. And then she never reacted to your comebacks. Even the ones that were specifically said to hurt. You were really biting your tongue now. You were one comment away from really saying something you shouldn’t. When you didn’t respond, she continued;

“I mean, I don’t have to do a damn thing being with Negan. I just sort of sit still and look pretty. And, of course, deliver needs at his request. Are you sure you wouldn’t be happier that way?”

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. This was a new one. Would you be happier being a woman slave to Negan? What kind of shit was that? This was when you really started to get angry;

“What the hell does that mean?” You said setting the cups down on the chair next to you, “Look if you want to be one of Negan’s whores, that’s fine. But don’t shame me because I chose happiness over power,”

Not surprisingly, she didn’t seem phased by the most hurtful insult you could come up with. However, despite her lack of visible hurt, you could tell she was getting riled up based on the look in her eyes. At this point, both of your voices had risen, and anyone nearby would be able to hear.

“That’s another thing,” She said coming out from behind the bar and standing in front of you, “Are you really sure that Simon makes you happy? I mean, he’s not really a man compared to Negan,”

Oh. That was it. That was the final straw. You knew why she said it. She knew Simon was just as much of a man as Negan, but she wanted to hurt you. You could handle the fireball comments and questions she directed at you. But there was no way in hell you were going to let her insult him like that. You could say that you had never really intentionally hit someone before, but your arm swung before you could process. You punched her hard right in the cheek. She let out a surprised yelp, to which she threw her first swing. Her hit landed more on your jawbone, but it didn’t hurt any less. She grabbed you by the shoulders and gave you a good shove into the edge of the bar, knocking over the wine bottle which shattered all over the floor and making a horrendous noise.

It dawned on you that she was just as tough as you, and honestly, could kill you if she wanted to. But it was a fair playing field, because you were just as able. It was at this moment that you realized that she was a good two or three inches taller than you, but you were stronger. You gripped the edge of the bar and used your legs to kick her in the face. She stumbled backwards, but managed to sneak another punch to your nose before. You jumped behind the bar, grabbing and quickly smashing the now broken, jagged wine bottle. Red wine soaked you, partly her, and the floor. In hindsight, this was a bad move considering you would be the one to stitch her up later if you cut her.

You heard two pairs of running feet approach the doorway just as she lunged at you with lightning speed. Just as you were about to put the wine bottle weapon into action, you felt yourself being restrained backwards by a pair of strong arms. A familiar male voice came from behind you as you squirmed in his hold;

“[Y/N], stop! Jesus, put it down.” He pleaded.

That wasn’t enough. You were still beyond angry.

You then noticed Negan doing the same to Kelly, holding her back so you two wouldn’t kill each other.

“I swear to God, I’ll kill her.” She growled at Negan, still wiggling in his arms.

You let out an evilly tempting laugh;

“God, I’d love to see you try,”

Negan cut in before she could respond again;

“Kelly, enough. Simon, we need to separate them,” He said, practically dragging her out of the room.

He gave Simon a rather concerned look as they exited the room. You felt Simon’s hold loosen on you once they were out of sight. Your nose was bleeding and your jaw hurt from her first punch. He was looking at you in a way you had never seen before;

“What the hell just happened? Are you okay?” He said somewhat dumbfounded.

You looked at the doorway, breathless and adrenaline filled.

“Yeah,” You replied shortly, “I’m fine.”

Despite the rather dramatic fight that just ensued, you had to still finish preparing for the run the next day. You didn’t give Simon a real explanation. You really sort of brushed him off, but he knew, as always, you would tell him that night. He worried about you all day. He knew you were tough, but he had never guessed you would get in a fight with someone. He knew something really nasty must’ve been said to get you that angry. Once the two of you were separated, he and Negan talked;

“Holy shit. What about that little cat fight, huh?” Negan questioned Simon as they were alone in one of the kitchens in the Sanctuary.

Simon shook his head in disbelief;

“I have never seen [Y/N] like that before,” He said leaning back on the countertop, “I knew they didn’t get along, but that was a new level,”

Negan himself was a little shocked. He had seen a girl fight before, but nothing to that caliber.

“Yeah. Kelly deserved it,” He said bluntly.

When Simon gave him a confused look, he explained;

“Kelly is always starting shit with the others. It was only a matter of time before someone put her in her place. I always thought it would be Sherry to finally lose it, but I’m glad it was someone like [Y/N],”

Simon nodded;

“So, what are you going to do?” He asked.

Negan gave a short laugh;

“I don’t know. But Kelly sure as hell knows now to shut her mouth,” He said walking to the door, “Hey, make sure [Y/N] knows we’re all good,”

They talked a little longer, both agreeing to keep you two apart for a few days and let the incident slide.

You on the other hand, went straight to the infirmary, cleaning up your bloodied nose and making sure it wasn’t broken. Thankfully, it would just be bruised for a week or so. Your jaw and knuckles were incredibly bruised and tender, but nothing that required stitches. You went on the rest of your day, preparing for your run the next day, the fight replaying over and over. You hoped this wouldn’t make Simon think less of you. After all, you were defending yourself. You gave yourself as much time alone as possible before turning in for the night. It was around 1:30 AM before you trudged down the dark hall to Simon’s room. He had not seen you since the fight, your nose, knuckles, and jaw were a less than pleasant shade of purplish black. You knew he would stay awake until you got there so you didn’t even take the time to knock.

You opened the door slowly, avoiding eye contact. He was sitting on the bed, his face going white when he saw your beaten face;

“[Y/N]...” He said softly, trailing off slowly. He stood up from the bed and approached you gently, as if you might scurry off like a scared animal; “Honey, please tell me what happened,” He requested.

You nodded slowly, walking to the dresser drawer to change before telling the story. You lifted your shirt over your head, wincing when you noticed the bruise on your back and side from where you were thrown into the counter. You slipped a t-shirt over your head and sat with your legs folded on the bed on your side. Simon was sitting across from you, listening carefully;

You told him the whole thing truthfully, feeling stressed as you retold the story;

“I don’t know. I was just...so angry,” You said shaking your head; “I just couldn’t let her get away with saying that. She knows how I would never want to be one of Negan’s wives. And then she has the nerve to invalidate our relationship?” You asked in disbelief.

Simon’s brows were furrowed as he continued to listen;

“I swear, I didn’t go in there to start a fight. I just had enough, I guess,” You said sighing.

Simon took a moment to process everything he had just heard. To which he had one follow-up question;

“Did you at least throw the first swing?”

Not surprised by his response, you laughed softly moving to slip under the covers;

“I did,” You admitted.

He smiled radiantly, carefully pressing a kiss to your lips;

“That’s my girl,” He praised, “Yeah, Negan was more surprised than I was. Did you actually call her a whore?” He asked, staring at your horrible looking nose.

You shrugged;

“Yeah. I guess that was out of line,” You said fidgeting with the edge of the sheet.

Simon laid down next to you, looking at your beaten face. You groaned;

“Honey, can you not stare at me like I just got my ass kicked?” You asked with a whine.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your joke, but also feel bad;

“I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation,” He said, pulling him to you, “You totally won that fight,” He said with a shrug.

You gave a weak laugh;

“I guess,” You paused for a moment, “Was Negan mad? Like, am I in trouble?”

Simon gave a look of remembrance, recalling the conversation from earlier;

“Not at all,” He stated.

When you gave him a doubtful look, he continued;

“No, seriously. He’s fine. He knows she started it. Apparently she was like that with the other wives too,”

You weren’t surprised at that revelation in the least. Just disappointed that this was how things turned out. You looked down at your hand, examining your bruised hand for the millionth time that day. Noticing your sudden silence, he took your injured hand and kissed it gingerly.

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” He said realizing he needed to change the subject, “Are you still going on the run tomorrow?”

You nodded. He grinned.

“Good, because I’m going instead of Arat,” He said with a cheeky smile, “I figured the two of us could handle it, besides, it’s not often that we get to go out alone together,”

You weren’t sure why, but you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. Maybe it was the frustration that had been building up in you all day or Simon’s comforting touch or even a mixture of both. Before you even realized you were crying, you saw his expression change;

“Oh, baby...” He said letting your head settle in the crook of his neck as you cried softly, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know,” You sobbed, “I just love you,”

He chuckled with a soft “awh” as he slightly tightened his wrap around you. He hushed you until your cries turned into hiccups and eventually into occasional sniffs. He rubbed your back gently until he felt your body relax. Your breathing slowing as you fell asleep.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. He wanted to make sure you were okay and felt safe with him. But he didn’t mind. He was always willing to make you feel better.

After all, you were his girl. Forever and always.

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[ A - Z, regarding Austin with Simon B) ]

@slxthargicx

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

Austin is very much a toys kind of person cx May or may not think about it being Simon in the process. He’s not a fan of porn or anything of that nature, it feels sort of like cheating and the thought of someone he likes getting off on seeing someone else makes him sad.

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

Honestly he’s never tired it, but the idea is more than a little appealing if he’s with Simon. He’d be more into being the one tied up, being left at Simon’s mercy is... way to good of a thought.

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

Austin doesn’t like crying at all, so if he started crying during sex it would be more embarrassing to him than anything else. So his own tears are more of a turn off to himself than anything else, not that he’d do much more than cover his face and whine about the fact he’s crying. Simon’s? He’d be more concerned about the tears than about whatever they were doing.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)

Austin is a hard core submissive no matter who his partner is, but it’s even more dramatic with Simon. He loves to feel like Simon’s in charge, like he can do anything Simon tells him to and he’d be perfect.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

He... likes collars, and being called a pretty little thing. He likes his partner to be able to say and do anything they want to him, to an extent at lest. Calling Simon daddy, owner, things like that hugely turn Austin on, even if he’s often to shy to say them. Being coaxed so teasingly gently into doing something - playing with a toy, or anything really - by his partner is... love and life tbh. He also likes being a little but that’s a mostly non sexual thing.

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

Not really his thing it’s kinda dirty :c Austin isn’t a clean freak but he has a hard enough time with seeing himself and his body as dirty that actually making it dirty is to much to handle.

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)

N e v e r. Not with Simon, not with anyone. He struggles so much even just showing his neck and arms to people, having multiple people see him naked and practically helpless? Nope. Never.

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)

Austin: is insecure about body. Also Austin: kind of okay with this idea? Especially after he’s known Simon so long enough, and if he starts to realize what Simon’s actual thoughts are. He may just get off in the idea of being call a dirty little slut <.<

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.)

Please Simon. Smack his ass until he can’t walk the next day. Sincerely, Austin.

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?)

Austin usually grabs the first one he sees on the shelf and uses that because... he’s to embarrassed to actually ‘browse’ at a store or something and find what he likes most. Tends to favor flavored one when he actually does have a choice though.

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

Kiss any part of Austin and he’s hopeless, but especially if Simon starts kissing his neck the oh goodness he’s gone. He’d be a giggly mess but enjoy it way to much. His chest as well. Austin doesn’t let a lot of people see him even shirtless, so having Simon leaving marks on his chest would be heaven. Just... leave all the marks everywhere. Claim him as your own Simon.

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?)

Off. He hates the sight of himself, someone being able to see him so clearly with the lights on is a terrifying thought - but if they got into it before really thinking about it then he’d be to far gone to complain one way or another. Lighting over all isn’t that important.

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)

... Simon said he’s not into this but h o n e s t l y if Simon wanted to choke Austin, bite him, leave him all marked up and call him a pretty little slut he... would actually be down for it. Not all the time, but an occasionally extremely rough time? Yes please.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

Austin would never be the one to deny his partner a release, but being told not to, being forced not to even for himself? He’s more for this then he should be. Maybe it has to do with the idea of liking being able to give over full control to his partner. Leave him begging for release, long as he finally gets it in the end. No bathroom or food aspect to this though, there’s no fun in that for him.

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

Austin would have no idea how to even handle being kissed in public. He’d panic and squeak and generally be so worried about being caught? Just with a simple kiss. If Simon really wanted to then maybe he’d be okay with trying, but he’d have to get pretty creative with how to keep Austin quiet.

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

Nope nope nope nope nope. He’d need a lot of prodding and gentle pushes to ever be okay with even taking a picture normally, it would take a lot to get him to ever be okay with taking pictures of himself naked or in any state of undress. He’s... not opposed to getting a picture or two sent to him however. When he’s super comfortable with someone maybe he would be more willing to like... video call Simon and play with himself while Simon’s away, but actual recordings or photos is a big nope of panic.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

It’s impossible for Austin to be quiet honestly, he’s so overly sensitive that every little touch and kiss would have him spouting some kind of sound. Austin really wants and hopes Simon would just let himself feel and let out all the noises he wants as well, it’s really cute though to see the usual loud mouth Simon get all quiet during something like that.

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)

Austin has... never had a one night stand. Simon is his first partner in any way, so he’s a little virgin baby. He’d be way to embarrasssed to ‘plan’ time to have sex anyways; he’d probably just panic if they attempted to do that. Spontaneous is the only way he knows how to do it.

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

Austin would be so embarrassed about it but if he woke up next to Simon and found him clearly dealing with morning wood, or clearly seeming like he’s going to, he definitely would either suck him awake or fuck himself on him - all the while his face is covered and he’s blushing like a stupid. Simon fucking awake Austin would be the best sort of disaster, hyper sensitive (even more than usual) in his sleepy state. He’s not opposed to the idea, or the idea of having cute sleepy morning sex or falling asleep together still all tangled up.

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

Austin is a briefs kind of guy, normally cute little ones with adorably embarrassing patterns on them. He also has a few cute little lacy underwear to match the dresses he has ( he swears it’s cus you can see his briefs through the dresses normally ) that he wears maybe a little to often when he wants to feel cute.

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

Watch and hands on, with Simon he’s okay with either, but he doesn’t like to show off himself much - at lest not on purpose. It’s more of a... he likes the hands being on him whether he’s allowed to touch or not.

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

Assuming it’s private and no one else can see them pool or bath sex might be fun, Austin doesn’t know if he’d be able to stand long enough for shower sex because his legs usually get all jelly when he’s overwhelmed.

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)

He likes wearing his pretty little dresses and if things end up getting sexy while he’s wearing one then u_u he is okay with this. Austin doesn’t dress up specifically for it though (minus the cute little lacy underwear ) but he’s probably more confident when he happens to be wearing a pretty little outfit when things start.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)

Call him kitten and baby and he’ll call you his daddy mon-mon uwu

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Anywhere let’s be real. Austin is a big ol bundle of nerves kisses anywhere melt him. The back of his neck and his shoulders though are extra sensitive to kisses and bites. Do with that information what you’d like Simon.

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You & I (For Boner’s 1K Writing Challenge!)

Characters: Simon X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, Light Smut

Summary: You want out of the Sanctuary but accidentally fall in love with Simon.

Notes: Thank you so much for letting me participate in this challenge! I had a great time not only coming up with this story but also listening to some really great songs. Also, when I listened to this song for the first time all I could picture was running through the woods so I just kinda went with it. Asterisks denote song lyrics. Italics are flashbacks and tbh this story is mostly flashbacks.

*I know it’s warmer where you are and it’s safer by your side.*

Wow. The sky looked so beautiful tonight, you thought to yourself. It was truly a perfect night. The way the moon and stars lit up the night sky was nothing short of magical. You had always longed to see a sky like this but you had lived in the city and there was so much light pollution you were lucky if you saw any stars at all. And even though it was cold out that seemed to only add to the perfectness of the night. Even amid the zombie apocalypse you could picture yourself sitting at a campfire with Simon, cuddling under a big fuzzy blanket and drinking hot chocolate, pecking each other’s lips and whispering sweet nothings until dawn.

Instead of picturing all the naughty things you could to Simon under that big fuzzy blanket all you could think about was how bad your legs hurt. You were pumping them as hard and as fast as you could to keep up with Simon as you ran through the woods beyond the Sanctuary. You sprinted faster and caught up to Simon just enough to grab his hand. He didn’t even look back. He just squeezed your hand tightly and kept running. You couldn’t afford to get separated. You had both decided against using your flashlights in an attempt to make it more difficult for anyone following you to find you.

“How much further?” Simon panted. You took a look around to try and figure out where you were exactly but it was hard in the dark. The moon only provided so much light. “Y/N, how much further?” “I don’t know! Maybe another mile.” You answered confidently but honestly it could’ve been ten more miles until you reached your destination.

To your surprise about five minutes later you approached the clearing that you had both been running in search of. As you got closer Simon stopped running and looked through the branches. “Is that him?” He asked, seemingly not as out of breath as he should be for how far you just ran. You looked through the branches and nodded. “Yeah, that’s him. Stay here. I’ll go talk to him.” Simon put his hand on your shoulder as you took a step forward. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, Y/N? I mean, how well do you actually know this guy?” You sighed as you were still trying to catch your breath and wiped some sweat from your forehead. You put your hand over Simon’s. “He was willing to help us despite everything we’ve done to him and his people. I trust him.” Simon nodded and reluctantly stepped aside, holding some of the thick brush back so you could step out easier. You cautiously looked around before crossing the road towards Ezekiel who was leaning up against a mural on a the side of a brick building. That was where you struck your deal with him. A feeling of deja vu washed over you.

*But right now I can’t be what you want. Just give it time.*

~It had been a few months since Negan had put you in charge of the group of Saviors that picked up supplies from King Ezekiel. Before putting you in charge Negan asked you if you wanted to become one of his wives. You never declined an offer so quickly before. It just wasn’t like you to sit around doing nothing all day. You had survived for nearly a year on your own before you found the Sanctuary. You were more than capable of handling yourself now. But even after all this time something about the Sanctuary and Negan just didn’t sit right with you. You wanted to leave. Negan knew as much. Dwight had caught you trying to sneak out on more than once occasion. You can’t really get away with saying you’re just trying to take a walk with a knapsack full of your belongings on your back.

On your current run to gather your pick up from The Kingdom you were brainstorming how to get Ezekiel alone to talk to him. Almost as if he read your mind he provided the perfect opportunity. One of his men accidentally dropped a crate of corn which caused Jacob, one of the douchier Saviors, to pull a gun. Ezekiel stepped in to protest. This was your moment. It’s now or never. “Ezekiel!” You shouted, causing the leader of The Kingdom to back down immediately. You walked over to him and grabbed his arm. “A word.” You said as you lead him away from the commotion. You had settled in front of a brick wall with a large mural painted on it. The mural was beautiful but had definitely seen better days.

Once you were far enough away you looked over your shoulder to make sure no one had followed you. “Don’t say anything or make any moves until I tell you to. Just listen. I need to speak with you about a matter of great importance.” You hated talking like you were at the fucking renaissance faire but Ezekiel had a flair for the dramatic so you hoped that speaking in this manner would help your cause in some way. “Unfortunately I cannot go into depth at this present time, Too many prying eyes. I beg of your highness to meet back here three nights from now so that we may discuss my dilemma at length. I know that I am asking a lot and that I have done nothing to deserve any help from you, but if you agree to meet with me you have my word that I will make it worth your while.”

Ezekiel was studying you. You could tell he wanted to say something. “You may speak.” You said quietly. Ezekiel took a moment before opening his mouth. “I wonder, my lady, why we cannot discuss things here. You are the leader of this group, you can force them to wait a little longer.” You nodded and leaned in a bit. “What we need to discuss can only be done under the cover of darkness.” Pre-apocalypse you was filling out an application to be a bar wench as you speak. After a moment, Ezekiel nodded. “I have decided to meet with you. However, I expect you to keep up your end of the bargain and make it…worth my while…as you promised.” “You have my word, sire.” Ezekiel sighed. “And I assume that you would like me to come alone?” You shrugged. “Bring as many people as you’d like. I can assure you that I mean you no harm.” You grabbed Ezekiel’s arm and dragged him back over to the group. “Are we all good here?” You asked your group. “Yes, ma’am.” “Alright, back in the truck. Let’s get the fuck outta here.” You briefly made eye contact with Ezekiel before climbing into the truck and heading back to the Sanctuary.~

As you approached Ezekiel you heard a car door open and looked over to see Jerry climbing out of the driver’s seat of a beat up SUV. You nodded in his direction before stopping in front of Ezekiel. You bowed your head. “Your highness.” The king looked you over before nodding. “You are looking well, Y/N. I’m glad to see that you’ve arrived safely.” Ezekiel looked around, furrowing his brows a bit. “I thought there was to be a gentleman escorting you.” “He’s here. He is in the woods still. He wanted me to finalize things with you first. But please know that he understands that you are putting yourself and your community in a great deal of danger by helping us.” You could tell that Ezekiel was questioning if he’d done the right thing by agreeing to help you.

~As promised Ezekiel met you at the usual pick up site three nights after your little talk. He was there with a man named Jerry who seemed to be his right hand man but he looked like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He was also accompanied by a man named Morgan who was eerily quiet. As you approached him you bowed your head. You opened your mouth the speak but stopped when Ezekiel held his hand up in the air. “Young lady I hope you understand how much danger I am exposing my people to by doing this. You promised me something. I feel that it is only fair that I reap my reward first before continuing.” You nodded and slipped your knapsack off your shoulders and placed it on the ground. You bent over and unzipped the bag, pulling out a thick stack of papers, zipped the bag back up, and slipped one strap over your right shoulder before holding the papers out to Ezekiel. “Blueprints for the Sanctuary. These should help if say…you were meeting with Alexandria and Hilltop to plan an attack on the Saviors.”

Ezekiel’s head snapped up at that statement. You nodded. “Negan knows. He doesn’t know how in depth your conversations have been but he knows that you all are up to something.” Ezekiel let out an exasperated sigh. “And if your fearless leader is to notice that these blueprints are missing? Surely he does not stand for stealing.” You shook your head. “Not a problem. Negan doesn’t know these exist. I found them by accident while exploring some restricted parts of the Sanctuary.” After a moment of tense silence you began speaking. You explained to Ezekiel your need to leave the Sanctuary. You told him about some of the things Negan has done, and will do, to protect his legacy.

You are fairly certain that Negan doesn’t give two shits about ‘his’ people. And that is the main reason you want out. Ezekiel listens intently, nodding as you speak. Once you have finished, the King takes a few moments to absorb what he has just been told before crafting a response. “Why is it that you have come to me for help? Why not just leave of your own accord?” “I’ve tried that. Negan doesn’t let people leave. Anyone who has gotten beyond the gates in the past winds up chained on those gates as a roamer.” You sighed and gently rubbed your temples. “You are the only one, your majesty, who can help because Negan doesn’t know where you are. You’ve been smart enough to meet the Saviors outside the walls of The Kingdom. That is a huge advantage. An advantage that I’d like for you to be able to keep.”

Ezekiel narrowed his eyes. “Is that a threat?” You looked Ezekiel up and down. “Look, I want your help…I need your help. I’m not looking to defect to The Kingdom. All I’m asking for is safe passage.” Ezekiel let out a sigh through gritted teeth. “And when would this safe passage be required.” “I don’t know yet.”~

You had really wanted to leave the Sanctuary as soon as possible. To be honest you had been ready the night of your first meeting with Ezekiel. But it would’ve been too suspicious. Negan knew about your one-on-one talk with the King. But while you tried to figure out when to leave you kept meeting with Ezekiel, bringing him forms of payment at every meeting. One time you brought him some more blueprints that you had found. Another time you gave him a spare key that opened the supply room where the Saviors kept their weapons.

At this final meeting you gave Ezekiel the most valuable thing you could think of. You pulled a notebook from your bag. In it were pages and pages of handwritten notes. Traps set up in and around the Sanctuary and how to disarm or avoid them, locations of snipers guarding the complex, an estimate of the amount of people in the Sanctuary and how many were willing to fight and die for Negan, and a hand drawn map that lead from the exact spot they were standing Negan’s doorstep. Ezekiel thumbed through the pages and nodded once he determined that this final form of payment was sufficient. You whistled, giving Simon the ‘all clear’ signal. Slowly Simon emerged from the woods and made his way over to you. He cleared his throat and reached his hand out to Ezekiel. “Thank you, uh, sir.”

Ezekiel rolled his eyes and shook Simon’s hand before motioning you to the SUV. Jerry got back in the driver’s seat while Ezekiel took the passenger seat. You and Simon occupied the back. As you settled in you realized that the car wasn’t starting. “What’s going on?” You asked softly. Jerry shook his head. “It’s nothing.” Simon started to get nervous. “Hey we have to get out of here. I think someone was getting close.” You looked over at Simon wide eyed. “Why didn’t you say anything until just now?!” Simon shook his head. “It was probably nothing. But right before you gave me the signal I heard some twigs breaking about fifty yards out from where I was standing but I couldn’t see anyone.” You started to hyperventilate. You couldn’t go back there. Not now. You knew that Negan would force you to marry him and that he would kill Simon.

Jerry jumped out the car again and popped the hood. You could hear him fidgeting around. After a minute he closed the hood and got back in, starting the SUV on the first try. You breathed a sigh of relief. Jerry quickly pulled away and headed north. You looked out the rear window and gasped when you saw Jacob, that fucking idiot, walking out of the woods and looking around. You didn’t think he saw the SUV. It was a dark color and they weren’t using the headlights. “I can’t believe they were actually following us.” “Of course they were.” Simon responded. “As far as Negan is concerned you are his property. He doesn’t like when his property goes missing.”

You pulled your gun from your waistband just in case and kept your finger on the trigger the entire drive back to The Kingdom. Ezekiel was really smart. The pick up spot he had negotiated with the Saviors was over an hour away from The Kingdom. As the SUV approached the gates Ezekiel waved his hand out the window and a second later the gates opened. Once the car was parked you and Simon and climbed out of the back. “Follow me.” Ezekiel said in a gruff voice. You follow the King to a house towards the back of the community. “You will stay here for now. I’ll be back in a few hours to check up on you. There will be an armed guard outside of your door at all times. He has been given orders to shoot to kill if necessary.” You nor Simon protested. As Ezekiel shows you and Simon to a room you began to feel sad. You enjoyed being at the Sanctuary at the beginning. It was your home. The people there cared about each other. You wished things hadn't turned out the way they did.

*And if you and I can make it through the night. And if you and I can keep our love alive, we’ll fight.*

~Negan was out of control. You know that another group, an unknown group, killed thirty or so men at an outpost. Just ambushed them. And Negan was absolutely livid. You understood why. But goddammit was he being a real asshole. He was taking his anger out on the people in the Sanctuary. He accused one of his wives of cheating and took an iron to her husband's face. It was crazy. That's when you decided to make your plans with Ezekiel.

The problem was you weren't sure when you wanted to leave. Leaving right after talking to Ezekiel seemed to suspicious. While you tried to make your grand exit plan you kept meeting with Ezekiel to keep him updated. Months passed. Unfortunately your stalling lead to something awful happening.

"Fuck." You said as you slid down the door of your room to the floor. You couldn't believe this. Had you actually told Simon you loved him? But you two were just fucking. No strings attached. Did your dumb ass actually go and fall in love with him? The sex happened out of nowhere. One minute you two were playing cards in Simon's room, Go Fish, very innocent. Then the next you were straddling his waist and shoving your tongue in his mouth as if he was the most delicious thing you'd ever tasted. The thought of him fucking you on his kitchen table replayed over and over in your head after it happened. You told yourself it was a one time thing. But it was so fucking good you couldn't help yourself when it happened again. And again. And again. And then you were sneaking off to Simon's room damn near every night.

After your most recent tryst you were cuddling. The cuddling was new. Usually after you were finished you'd quickly get dressed and hurry back to your room. But a few weeks ago Simon wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you from getting up, and you fell asleep like that. You felt so...safe. So cuddling became part of the routine. So did talking. You told Simon some of your deepest, darkest secrets. You could safely say he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He told you things too. As he recounted the story of his mother dying when he was in high school, he cried. And he held on to you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. As time went on you started developing feelings for him. How could you do that? Look at that goddamn mustache. How could you find that sexy and charming and the most attractive thing about him?

As you were cuddling you just admired him. You were so tired but you wouldn't close your eyes. You just wanted to look at him once more. He reached over and place a hand on your cheek, gently caressing your skin with his thumb. "What's going on in there?" That was what Simon asked when he wanted to know what you were thinking. You smiled and shook your head, placing your hand over his. "Nothing. Just. I love you." You sounded so sure when you said it. You'd been feeling differently around Simon lately. He was all you could think about. Was it really love? As you realized what you said your eyes widened and you quickly jumped out of bed. "Oh my god. No. I didn't mean that." You said as you got dressed. Simon sat up. "Y/N wait. Let's talk about this. I've been having feelings too." You shook your head and closed your eyes tightly as you pulled your shirt over your head and grabbed your shoes. "No you haven't. Please just...forget this happened. Forget I exist." And with that you ran out of his room. As you sat on the floor of your room it begins to dawn on you that you may have just fucked things up. ~

You and Simon set your bags down and sat on the bed with your backs to the wall. It felt good to be able to stretch your legs. You kicked your shoes off and wiggled your toes, smiling as the feeling started to return to them. Simon wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. You put your head on his shoulder and rested your hand on his thigh. “Are we doing the right thing?” You asked softly. You felt Simon turn his head as he kissed your forehead. “We are. We’re putting ourselves first for once. I know it may not seem like it right now, but this is the best decision we could’ve made.” You turned your head and smiled up at Simon. “I love you.” Simon smiled and pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around Simon’s neck and held him close as you pressed a soft, passionate kiss to his lips.

“Is it rude if we have sex in our guest’s home?” Simon laughed and playfully slapped your arm. “How can you possibly think about sex right now?” He asked, feigning shock. You grinned and moved to straddle his waist. “Hmm have you seen yourself. You’re pretty fucking sexy covered in dirt and sweat.” Simon smirked and slid his hands up your thighs, resting them just below your hips. “Is that so? Well I couldn’t really deny you when you’re so obviously desperate.” You put your hand on your chest and gasped. “Did you just call me desperate? Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.” Simon grinned as he leaned forward, his lips hovering centimeters from yours. “Oh I’m counting on it.” You kissed Simon deeply as you started to unbutton his shirt. Neither of you bother to lock the door. This was how you two got in trouble in the first place.

*Well it’s cold when we’re apart. And i hate to feel this die.*

~It had been two weeks since you’d told Simon you loved him and you’d been avoiding him like a walker ever since. You couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with him. If you saw him enter, you’d leave. He’d left notes under your bedroom door but you simply threw them away. You had hurt him and you wanted to prove to him that he deserved better. That’s what you told yourself. And you believed it. At first. As the days past you had this constant nagging feeling that you should talk to Simon. You told yourself you weren’t going to. You refused to give in.

But after a full week of going back and forth with the voices in your head you couldn’t take anymore. You had to talk to him. Even if he didn’t want to talk to you. You took a deep breath and made your way through the Sanctuary to Simon’s room. You stood outside his door for nearly five minutes before knocking. “Who is it?” He asked softly. “It’s me.” You replied meekly. You heard a thud as if Simon had dropped something and then three quick footsteps before the lock on his door was turned and the door finally pulled open. He looks genuinely surprised to see you. “Can we talk?” You asked. Simon didn’t respond. He simply moved aside and waited for you to come in. Once inside he shut the door and moved a pile of clothing off his armchair. “Please, sit.”

You nodded your thanks and sat on the edge of chair while Simon sat on the bed directly across from you. There was a strained silence for several moments before you finally met Simon’s gaze. “I’m sorry.” You said softly, on the verge of tears. Simon moved so that he was kneeling in front of you. He took your face in both his hands. God his hands are big. He gently caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. He did that when he wanted to show affection. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Ok?” Simon tilted your head up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You had missed being kissed by him so much. Simon took a deep breath. “I need to tell you something. Even if you didn’t really mean it when you said it, I have to tell you that I love you. I have for a while now. And if that means that you want nothing more to do with me then so be it. But I had to tell you.”

You felt a tear fall from your eye and streak down your left cheek. You wrapped your hands around his wrists and sighed. “I meant it. I was scared. Terrified, honestly. But I did mean it. I love you.” Simon smiled. “That’s neat.” You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. “Neat? God sometimes I forget just how old you are.” “Oh is that so? Could an old man do this?” Simon easily lifted you out of the chair and carried you to the bed, You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Mm, I guess not.”

*Can we meet in the middle, bodies and souls collide, dance in the moonlight, where all the stars align*

It seemed like mere seconds had passed before you both were undressed and Simon was on top of you, thrusting his hips hard and deep. You had your right leg wrapped around his waist while he had his arm hooked under your left leg. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he hit your spot over and over again. “Fuck , Simon!” You arched your back, pushing your hips down against his. Simon leaned down and kissed you hard. You moaned against his lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. You were so lost in this moment that you didn’t hear the door open. “Well, well. well, what the fuck do we have here?!” Simon quickly pulled out of you and moved to the side, pulling the sheet up to cover your name bodies.

Negan stood in the doorway laughing. “Well don’t stop on my account.” When neither of you moved, Negan shrugged. “Well no show for me tonight I guess.” He looked right at you, his eyes boring holes in your flesh. “I proposed to you young lady and you turned me down. For Simon? That I just cannot believe. I think I’m gonna need you to explain it to me,Y/N. I’ll need to speak to you tomorrow. Until then, ta ta.” And just like that he was gone.

The next day Negan proposed again and this time you said yes. Simon was furious when he found out. He started yelling and you could tell he wanted to cry. You thought about the deal you made with Ezekiel and wondered if the King would allow you a plus one. Once you had all the details sorted out in your head you locked Simon’s bedroom door and took his hands to try and calm him down. “Simon, there’s something I have to tell you.”~

You and Simon were awoken by a loud knock at the door. You squinted, the sun shining brightly through the window. “Fuck, we slept here all night.” You and Simon were still naked from the night before. “Y/N, it is King Ezekiel. I wish to speak with you.” You hopped out of bed and quickly pulled your clothes back on before opening the door. “Yes, hello, sir.” Ezekiel looked in the room and saw Simon laying shirtless on the bed. He quirked an eyebrow before continuing. “My lady after much thought and consideration, I feel that it is best if you and your gentleman companion leave The Kingdom as quickly as possible.

You nodded your head. “I couldn’t agree more. We just need a few minutes to gather our things.” Ezekiel nodded and stepped aside as you shut the door. Once Simon was dressed you grabbed your bags and headed out, meeting Ezekiel and Jerry on the front patio of the building you’d stayed in. Ezekiel handed each of you a plate with eggs and fresh fruit on it. You scarfed the food down and nodded. “Thank you for your generosity, sire.” Simon finished his food and nodded also. “Yeah, what she said.” Ezekiel took your plates and handed them to Jerry. “Come.”

You and Simon followed Ezekiel to the very back end of The Kingdom. You came upon a beat up sedan that looked like it was loaded with supplies. Ezekiel stopped in front of the car and without a word handed you the keys. You looked at the keys and back to Ezekiel, shaking your head. “Your majesty, we couldn’t.” Ezekiel held his hand up in protest. “I insist. I know it seems like a lot but I can assure that the gifts you have bestowed upon me these past months are worth far more than this vehicle. I realize that you too have risked your life for this endeavor. I must reward you accordingly.” Ezekiel opened the back passenger door, showing you that there was enough food and water to get you, well, anywhere. “There are also a few gas cans in the trunk. It’s not a lot, but it is what we could spare.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes. You smiled at Ezekiel and nodded. “Thank you. I don’t know how I could ever repay you for this.” Ezekiel smiled. “Survive. Become more than this world wants you to become. Be happy. That is how you can repay me.” You nodded and handed Simon the keys. Simon walked over to Ezekiel and held out his hand to the King. “Thank you.” Ezekiel nodded and shook Simon’s hand. “Keep her safe.” Simon nodded. “I will.” Once your bags were loaded into the car you climbed in the passenger side and fastened your seatbelt. You roll down the window and stuck your head out. “Hey, Ezekiel, when you see Negan, tell him I said he can go fuck himself.” Ezekiel let out a loud laugh and waved as Simon headed towards the gate.

Once you were on the road you reached back into your knapsack and pulled out a map, giving Simon directions for backroads. As it started to get dark you finally saw the sign. ‘Welcome to West Virginia.’ Not completely safe from Negan but safer than you’d been this morning. As you crossed the border the feelings of sadness washed over you again. You were going to miss the people you called family at the Sanctuary. Despite the evilness that took place there, the Sanctuary was your home for over a year. As Simon reached over and took your hand it hit you. As long as you were with Simon, you were home.

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