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What if...?

Synopsis: What if you had managed to save Luke from drowning in the Lake?

A/n: I'm going to start on Valentine's match up right after this I swear, I wrote this impulsively after playing The walking dead game again for like the fifth time in a row. I put my whole coffussy into this because hyper fixations are just goofy like that. I love Luke with all my heart they did my man dirty </3

This fucking sucked. You knew you shouldn’t have gone yet, you knew. Yet you decided to take the stupid risk of being eaten alive over waiting a couple hours for the corpses outside to stagger further into the woods, well fair enough for you to sneak out that is.

But you couldn’t, you were starving, you were driven by an almost inhuman hunger, an urge to devour, anything to replenish to hunger that grew deep inside of you. 

Unfortunately, you hadn’t noticed the walker that had crept up from behind you while you sat crouched in the bushes, scouting the area out as you surveyed the hobbling corpses, it had startled you so that on first instinct you had withdrawn your rifle, a shot that had immediately alerted the dead of your location, and before you knew it you found yourself sprinting through the white woods, snow crunching beneath your feet as dead seemed to appear from behind every tree swarming you like a pack of wolves. 

Your eyes wide as you tried your best to avoid their lurching limbs, swung out to trap you. The season was hard enough without the dead hanging over you, one slip up and that was it.

You had to get out of the woods, at least then you wouldn’t have to worry about a monster popping up from behind a tree trying to rip your stomach open. Your ragged breathing and the groans of the dead where all you could hear, your lungs burning, it felt as though frost had clung to the inside of your throat filling it with an icy burn.

Your legs felt like jelly as if at any moment they would fall off. You heaved, sucking in your breath as you navigated the woods, your eyes lit up as you began to see the line of trees end, with a clearing not too far. You pushed yourself forcing your body to run faster as you ran. 

As you reached the end you blotted out past the bushes and trees tripping, and landing face down in the snow as you groaned. Lifting your head up as you pushed yourself from the ground, swiping the snow from your coat.

But suddenly your attention was grabbed, just out of your line of sight you could see someone, or rather something, out on the frozen lake. Something clawed onto the ice, arising from a hole cracked in the ice. You squinted, you couldn’t tell if it was one of those things. But the way it flailed, it couldn’t be a walker.

As you watched you started to see more, you could see as you sneaked closer, remaining close to the tree line, that it was in fact a man. His skin a pale blue, teeth chattering, he was most certainly going to die, it was just a matter of whether or not hypothermia or the dead got to him first. You grimaced, a feeling of guilt welling up inside you.

You didn’t know if it was possible to save him, but you don’t know if you could just forget letting someone die, knowing you could have tried to help. You overlooked the lake, taking note of the walkers quickly approaching the man, it was now or never.

You shook your head, cursing to yourself as you ran out onto the ice hearing the cracks as you skidded across, pushing past the walker that surrounded the man. He was even worse up close, his skin almost as pale as the corpses that crowded the shores of the frozen lake. 

“Give me your hands quickly.” you demanded in a hushed tone as to not attract any more walkers to your location.

You grunted pulling the man as hard as you could, while the brunette tried assisting you in pushing himself using the ice now beneath him as he crawled out on his hands and knees.

You sighed as you offered the man a hand pulling him to his feet, as he clutched his sides, shaking violently from the cold. You drew your gun as you turned to face the dead now closely approaching. 

You turned back to the man, your eyes straying to his knee bent out and messily wrapped. 

Your eyes met his. 

“Can you run?” you asked somewhat frantically, grimacing at the question, he shook his head. You clicked your tongue trying to think how to escape, your not very well thought through rescue plan. Throwing his arm over your shoulder you handed him your gun.

“I’ll carry you, you just worry about shooting the dead.” 

You could feel the coldness of the water from his soaking wet clothes that clung to his frigid figure. He lifted a shaky arm up, shooting any lurkers that came close as you fumbled across the ice as quickly as you could.

As soon as you were back on the solid ground you took your gun back from his hand, you didn’t have many bullets and you would need to save some if you were going to make it through the woods. Walkers from across the lake slowly dragged themselves across to where you stood, some falling through the ice. 

“I’m staying in a cabin in the woods not too far from here, we have to move quickly before you pass out.” you took off your winter coat, wrapping it around the man's shaking body.

“I know you're still probably freezing but hopefully this will warm you up at least a little.” 

And with that you tossed his arm around you again, beginning your trip through the snowy woods. You could feel the man practically fall limp in your arms as you trudged forward.

It felt like hours until you reached the safety of your cabin. You flung the door open hurriedly before the dead drew closer. You quickly shut the door behind you, locking it.

As you stumbled towards the fireplace, throwing the scrawny pieces of wood remaining, as you fumbled with your lighter allowing the embers to spark, dancing in the pit as you cracked and popped joyously.

You turned to the man, who now laid passed out on the floor, you were afraid that he hadn’t made it. Cautiously you lifted his limp body up from the floor, his eyes fluttered open, as he weakly peered at you through his frozen eyelashes. 

“Listen, I know this might seem strange, but you need to take your clothes off, your clothes are soaked and freezing cold you’ll warm up faster.” you looked to him and then to the fire. “Can you do that?” he nodded loosely. 

“Okay good, I’m going to move you into my room, you can change there. I'll find some spare clothes for you and leave them on the bed.” 

Without another word you wrapped his arm around you again as you hoisted him up.

Dragging him down the cold hallway into your room. You laid him down on the bed, digging through your closet, there were some old shirts of your uncles that would probably fit him as well as some old jeans that would probably work.

Your brows furrowed seeing your uncle's old clothes, regardless you closed the doors to the closet and set the clothes down. 

“Alright, these should work for you. I’ll just leave you to it.” you said awkwardly stepping out of the room. With a sigh, you walked back into your living room, glancing at the swaying flames, with a sorrowful expression plastered across your face.

Your stomach growled with a rumble, groaning you made your way to the kitchen, all you had was cans of soup stocked up. Everything else had been eaten in the beginning. You reached for two cans of soup to heat them up. You were sure that your guest would most likely be hungry, but you wanted to be sure.

Heating up some water on your gas stove you walked to your bedroom. Knocking before you entered you opened the door very quietly.

To your surprise the man sprawled out on your bed your comforter tossed over him messily. A light snore drifted from his mouth. Chuckling softly, you closed the door, you were sure he’d appreciate the food regardless. 

You didn’t know what time it was but the sun had set a long time ago. You lit the candles placed on your table, as you placed the second bowl of soup across from you, as you began eating you heard the squeak of a door shut. You tensed for a moment before turning your head to the tall man emerging from the dark hall. 

“I made you some soup, I went to ask you earlier but you were passed out.” you quipped, as the man took his seat across from you. 

“Well I uh, appreciate it.” he replied, his soft country accent drawing out as he spoke. Taking the spoon laid out for him as he ate, eating almost like an animal that hadn’t eaten for days, which was most likely the case. Once he had finished he looked up to you embarrassed as he wiped his mouth.

“Sorry, I haven’t had nothin’ to eat for a couple days now.” he explained

“No it’s fine, I imagine it probably hasn’t been easy, and well considering the circumstances, I figure you’ve had it rough.” 

The man's eyes grew a bit darker, as his brows pulled together.You worried you might have said something wrong. 

“I’m sorry did…did I say something wrong?” you pondered aloud, the country boy's eyes snapping up to meet yours. 

“Ah, no sorry, I’m just thinkin’.” 

You paused a question bubbling up in your mind. And before you could stop yourself, it fell from your lips almost without any effort. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, how…exactly did you end up in the lake?” There was a pause, an uncomfortable one, the air grew tense. The brown haired man hesitated for a moment.

“Well, I was with my group, we were trying to cross the lake as fast as possible, lurkers started popping up from everywhere and before I knew it…it just happened so fast, the ice was cracking and there just wasn’t enough time.” he replied, a bitter expression crossing his pale face. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be gettin’ all teary eyed on you.” he chuckled sadly, rubbing his face. You frowned sympathetically.

“No it’s…it’s okay I get it.” he looked up at you once again, an expectant look in his eyes, you sighed.

“I, I uh, actually lost my uncle at the beginning of all of this, we came down here for a ski trip when this all went down. And I’ve been by myself ever since…” you murmured you felt your eyes sting with tears, you blinked rapidly not wanting to cry in front of a stranger. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that, at least I had people to lose, your tellin’ me you’ve been alone this whole time?” you nodded, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

“Man, I didn’t think I’d be pouring my heart out to a stranger over soup.” 

“It’s Luke.” you looked at him in confusion.

“Huh?” 

“My name it’s Luke.” 

“Well it’s nice to meet you Luke, I'm Y/n"

“See? Now we're not strangers.” you smiled to him

“I guess not.” 

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