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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 7

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

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

TRIGGERS/ WARNINGS: Language and the typical FTWD stuff

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know

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

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Chapter 7

(Alicia's POV)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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7 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Just got my custom made Troy Otto phone case in the mail! 😁❤ What's funny (not really funny) is I walked into my apartment to see the cat had taken a crap right in front of the door. (Her poop box is clean. She does it all the time tho. I hate her.) 😒 Anyway, a second later I saw my package arrived, and now my cat will live to see another day. 😺

#sexiest phone case award goes to me #troy otto #fear the walking dead #daniel sharman #case24

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 6

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

WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

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

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Chapter 6

(Jaymie's POV)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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About 2 hours later...

(Jake's POV)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They're my friends."

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

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

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

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

"And how are you going to do that?"

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

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

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

"And what am I Jake?"

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

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

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

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

She sighs. "Yeah, yeah I know."

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

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

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

"I think I was helping all of us."

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

"Together." His tone sounds incredulous.

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

"Yep. I hear you."

"Do you mean it?"

"I always mean it, Jake."

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

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(Troy's POV)

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

"You alright?"

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

"Forget what Jake said."

"Wasn't even thinking about it."

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

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

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

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

"I'll see you later?"

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

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This video is so fucking amazing and it honestly breaks my heart. I love Troy so much. Everything about him is so damn beautiful.

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 5

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

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Chapter 5

(Jaymie's POV)

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

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

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

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

"Smartass."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Guess you're a giant dick then."

We busted up laughing over that one.

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

"How's it look?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

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

"You don't need-"

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

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

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

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

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter Four

WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

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

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Chapter 4

(Alicia's POV)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What? What do you mean? Nick panics.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's not worth the risk."

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

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

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

Troy advances on his target.

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

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

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

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

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

"Let her in," Nick demands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not this time."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I just love "I'm not a bad person"! The dynamic of Jaymie and Troy is so perfect ♥ Can't wait for the next chapter!

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter Three

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

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

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

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Chapter 3

(Jaymie's POV)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smirked at him. "Tough guy."

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

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

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

"What does she get?"

"The new world."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

"Promise me."

"Troy, I promise."

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

(Madison's POV)

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

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

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

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

"Troy's weakness."

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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapters One & Two

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's in the process of figuring them out; particularly when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie.

WARNINGS: Twisted thoughts, violence, language

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm going to try and follow along with the events of season 3, except with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times though and probably switch a few things up completely. Not sure yet. This will be in different characters' points of view throughout the series. I'm not necessarily good at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. Oh, and all characters except OFC don't belong to me; blah blah blah.

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Chapter One

(Troy's POV)

Across from me sat a woman named Madison Clark. She had just asked me if Travis, who was pretty much her husband, had passed processing. She wasn't exactly aware of what that entailed, but I believe she had her suspicions.

You see, I was conducting research; collecting data on people. Height, weight, age, gender, and race were all documented before a bullet was sent through their hearts. Once the subject stopped breathing, the timer was started. The purpose? To find out how long it took for each person to reanimate.

Now, back to Madison.

I know that look: the one that a person portrays when they are afraid of you. I'm sure the majority of the population never knew what that felt like. Maybe in this new world though, maybe some did.

"I'm not a bad person," I told both her and myself. Jaymie had said so time and time again. It was almost a mantra.

"No one said you were," she responded; but I'm not sure she believes her own words.

"Some have." I told her after I had a flashback; things my parents said and did to me when I was a kid.

I remembered a time that I had skinned a rabbit alive. My older brother Jake found it. After "putting it out of its misery," he ran and told my mom what I had done. She screamed at me, hit me, then told me I was no good; that I was a mistake. Then she told Dad.

He was always drunk. They both were. When Dad disciplined me though, I usually ended up bruised and with a busted lip or something along those lines.

They didn't get it: I just wanted to see what the rabbit looked like under its skin and what would happen. No one understood me. Well, actually, Jaymie did. She's been my best friend since we were kids, and she always stood by me through thick and thin. She's the only one who-

"Are we being honest?" Madison interrupted my thoughts.

"Yeah."

"Is Travis dead?" Her eyes asked louder than her mouth did.

"It would hurt you if he was?"

"...I love him."

"You love his life more than yours?" I wondered.

"Yeah." Madison was sincere.

I decided to release him based on the parallels of what Madison said and my thoughts about Jaymie. I know everybody thinks I'm a lose canon now, but I would lose my fucking mind to the point of no return if anything happened to her. I didn't want to put Madison through that.

When I was on my way to get Travis, I learned that he took out one of the militia in a near successful escape. I couldn't let him get away with that. It would set a bad example for the other test subjects. So, I had him sent to the pit: an in-ground battle arena for human versus the dead.

I was on my way to tell Madison and her daughter, Alicia, that I was too late- that Travis was already gone. However, when I unlocked the door to the office they were being held in, they were nowhere in sight.

It turned out Madison was hiding behind the door. She came at me with a knife, but I knocked that out of her grasp. Her attacks were relentless and, well, had I not been so kind as to have brought them tea earlier, I wouldn't have ended up with a spoon in my eye socket.

Alicia ran off to find an escape vehicle while Madison took me hostage; guiding me through the building in search of Travis.

Now, she didn't know it, but it turned out that her son, Nick, had been in the lab too, where Travis was at first. Nick and his wounded girlfriend, Luciana, had escaped through the tunnels. They were soon retained.

My brother, Jake, talked Madison down with the promise of reuniting her family. He always was quite the diplomatic, peace-keeper. Madison finally yanked the spoon out of my eye. I could've choked her out then and there.

Lucky for her on two accounts: that Jake had intervened, and that Travis had survived the pit. I was told he took every single dead one out with no weapon. I would have loved to see that.

So, Madison's family was reunited. Jake tried talking them into going back to the ranch with us. Let's just say they weren't too keen on the idea.

Our military unit was getting ready to head home when a stream of the dead seemingly came out of nowhere. The compound was quickly overrun. Madison and Nick were surrounded at one point. I shot the dead down, making a path for them to get into the bed of the truck I was in. They were reluctant to join me of course- ungrateful assholes. They were separated from Travis, Alicia, and Luciana. Those three ended up in the helicopter with Jake and Charlene- Dad's goddaughter.

Once we were out of harms way and the adrenaline wore off, I started thinking: I actually felt relieved to be going home. We were at the compound much longer than originally intended and I was really missing Jaymie. I sometimes wonder what she's doing; if she thinks about me too. She's the only person who is ever excited to see me when I return. I matter to her. Wherever she is, that's where my heart belongs.

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Chapter 2

(Jaymie's POV)

I was washing up dishes from the mess hall when I heard some commotion coming from the front gate of the ranch. I was hoping it was Troy and the rest of the militia. They had been gone too long and I was an anxious mess.

I dropped the plate I was washing back into the sink and dried my hands on my shirt as I made my way towards the front entrance of the ranch. I saw him talking to one of the guards from inside his truck. I could finally breath a sigh of relief.

Before his vehicle passed through the gate, two strangers got out. A guy who looked to be about our age (19), and a woman in her early 40's I would guess.

The patrol closed the gate after all the trucks came in. The strangers stayed on the other side. Jeremiah, one of the four founding fathers of the ranch (and also Troy and Jake's dad), would have to talk with them before they were allowed into our community.

Troy hopped out of his truck before it came to a complete stop and looked around for a moment until his eyes... Wait, what? There was a bloody patch over his right eye. Shit. Anyway, his left eye landed on me. Then, that smile- oh that smile- lit up his face and he began jogging over to me. I smiled back and met him halfway.

There is always a spring in my step when he comes back from anywhere. You never know when the last time you'll see someone will be. It's not like it wasn't that way before the dead began to walk, but now it happened all too often- and brutally. The living and non-living alike were always after you- for your possessions or for your flesh. This epidemic had quickly taken over humanity. The virus spread fast. If you got bit by the living dead, that was the end of the line for you. An incurable fever would set in and eventually take your life. Then in a matter of minutes to hours you would rise again. Once that happened, your sole drive was to find the nearest living body and chow down on it.

Troy was honestly made for this world. He has so many psychological issues that oddly enough have proven to make him not just a survivor, but a thriving one. He loves it; taking out the wasted was sport to him.

Most people were offset by his behavior. They feared him; not me though. He's been my best friend since we were kids. He did some violent but necessary things for me when we were in our early teens that no one else knows about- except for Jake and Jeremiah. He saved my life and I- I love him. He's my entire world. That love has been growing for quite some time now, and I'm drowning in it. He doesn't know how I feel. Maybe someday I'll find the courage to tell him, but I'm seriously terrified of losing his friendship. It might freak him out, you know? What if he doesn't reciprocate my feelings? The rejection itself would hurt enough on it's own.

Alright, back to reality...

"Jayms!" Troy wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I basked in his embrace as I returned it just as eagerly. It's like a little slice of Heaven every time we touch. "Did you miss me?"

I pulled back barely enough to see his smirk. "Do you really even need to ask?" I questioned sarcastically; to which he shrugged his shoulders. I continued, "Argh what's up with the eye patch, matey?" I used my best pirate voice. I don't really get it: Troy has told me time and time again that he thinks I'm adorably humorous. I think I'm just kinda weird. I'd do anything to see those pearly white teeth behind happy lips though, so I let my weirdness shine.

Troy laughed and answered equally. "Arrgh I got a spoon in me eye, me hearty!"

"What?!" Um, ok. "Are you serious?"

He nodded. "I gotta talk to my dad real quick, but do you wanna fix me up afterwards?" Another question he already knew the answer to.

"I'd be honored," I confessed with a smile.

He unwrapped one arm from around me but kept his other one draped around my shoulders, guiding me up the hill- side by side- to his house. Troy is pretty affectionate with me. He often drapes his arms around me in some manner or another. It gives me hope that maybe he does feel the same way I do; though it could just be the depth of our friendship. See my dilemma?

I waited outside while Troy gave Jeremiah the 4-1-1. I stared out towards the front gate where those two strangers were. I observed them for awhile. The woman must have felt my gaze because her head turned towards me. We watched each other for a moment until the door opened behind me, claiming my attention.

The father and son emerged- Jeremiah first. We acknowledged each other with a nod as he passed by me.

Troy started giving me a quick rundown of what happened at the base on our way to the medical cabin. When we got there, I went to gather some medical supplies while Troy hopped up on one of the tables, dangling his long legs over the edge.

"So, how'd you end up with a spoon in your eye?" I asked loudly from the supply room.

"The woman I left out at the gate."

What. The. Fuck. I grabbed the last of what I needed and headed back towards Troy. "What the fuck is she doing here then?!" I could feel the anger contorting my face. "Why did you bring her?! I'm gonna fuckin' stab that bitch!" Ok, I probably wouldn't actually stab her, but she'd pay one way or another. Maybe I'm overprotective, but nobody fucks with Troy without a consequence.

I heavily sat the supplies to patch him up on the table beside him. When I looked up, I saw on his face a soft smile, and a sincere gaze that penetrated my soul.

I kind of froze up and couldn't look away. I'm positive that I looked like a deer in headlights.

"What?" I finally managed to ask.

The soft smile turned into a crooked grin as he averted his sight towards his boots. "Thank you Jaymie."

"For what?"

His expression then morphed into something a bit more serious as he met my eyes again. "For giving a shit about me."

Even though I was relieved that he knows how much I care about him, my heart still broke. The way he was neglected and abused both physically and emotionally as a boy had manifested itself into the only insecurity Troy has: being unloved. I could see that written on his face.

I hesitantly stepped in between his legs and snaked my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest. The way he wrapped his arms around me in return and how his cheek rested on the crown of my head felt so intimate. I tried to convey all of my feelings for him with that embrace. Our breathing became in sync as we held each other; each finding the exact comfort we needed. Out of every event of my life so far, that moment was absolutely the best.

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