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-`♡´-𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨! 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Something I thought about and my sleep, waking immediately to write. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

DISCLAIMER:*𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩!*

Summary: Carl wishes he could put he seed inside you so bad.

WARNINGS: panty stealing, Carl being pervy.

Words: 42

Stepbro! Carl, who steals your dirty panties and wraps them around his hardened cock, dragging them along his while you shower. Just to throw them back into your hamper covered in his cum, he so badly wishes he could put inside you.

Taglist: @carlsdarling

carl: i thought daryl was your boyfriend.

y/n: *looks around the group* who else thought daryl was my boyfriend?

y/n: daryl put your hand down.

Y/N: *knocks on door*

Rick: *opens the door* Hey, N/N, what can I do for-

Y/N: *grinning, wearing a witch hat* Trick or treat!

Rick: *confused* Trick or-? Y/N, you’re trick or treating in the middle of the apocalypse?

Y/N: *more serious now* Trick or treat

Rick: *sighs* You can’t just-

Carl: *appears next to Y/N out of nowhere, wearing a pirate hat and his eyepatch* Trick or treat!

Rick: Not you too-

Daryl: *appears out of nowhere behind them, wearing a blanket tied around his shoulders as a cape, excited* Did he choose trick?!

Rick: *scared now* Wh-what? N-no-

Michonne: *walking in with her sword and pointing it at Rick* Trick or treat?

Rick: *almost crying because he’s so confused* What are you even supposed to be?! You’re not even dressed up!

Y/N: She’s a ninja. Duh. Now, answer her question

Y/N: *writing a note* Daryl, if you’re reading this-

Y/N: Wait… can Daryl even read?

Y/N: *crosses it out and starts to write again* Carl, if you’re reading this-

Y/N: Can Carl read?

Y/N: …

Y/N: Carol, if you’re reading-

carl: why are you holding hands?

y/n: studies show that holding hands can reduce stress.

carl: oh, i though you were dating or something.

daryl: we are.

y/n: we’re also really fucking stressed.

Some writers for some reason:

This a character x fem!reader fanfic

You looked at yourself in the mirror while you put your blonde, long, straight hair up in a messy bun

You put some bracelets in your tiny itty bitty small microscopic wrists and admire how your dress compliments your fair, super pale and super soft with no imperfections porcelain skin

"Syphilia Smith come down this instant!" Your mother calls you

"I'm coming!" You yell with your soft, harmonic, melodic voice

twd writers are so wrong for killing of rosita in the last episode man

beth greene shoulda lived 😔

why does lauren cohan have to be 20 years older than me

death era, part one. bellamy blake x fem!oc

summary 📣: with a cross over of the 100 x the walking dead, a group of young adults find themselves amongst a zombie apocalypse

warnings 🚫: violence, swearing, and...

slater’s note 🗯: i just decided to pull the trigger and post this because i’ve been wanting to for awhile (and for my followers/cobra kai fans, i’ll be posting requests soon)

nights like these made athena glad she’s alive. those nights are rare, but they were real and they happened, but only for a little while. 

the wind rustles through her hair while the pitch dark night sky had a tint of navy blue in it. the stars were bright and she just let it all seep into her skin. eyes closed, head tilted back, while her lips were pressed in a relaxed line, breathing in and out with relief.

the fire makes sounds like small twigs breaking beneath the pressure of ones foot, it’s almost too loud, too bright, but it created heat and athena needed heat if she was going to get through the night, at least while she was conscious.

athena exhales, lowering her eyes back to the small fire inked out in orange and yellow, so pretty but so dangerous. it could take out the whole forest if it wasn’t tamed. 

everything was so pretty and peaceful in that moment, but like she knew, those moments were rare and barely happened, so when she heard the real break of a branch, not the fire, she was ready and not surprised that the peaceful moment came down shattering, like broken glass.

she had the gun pointed at a man who was quick to throw up his hands in surrender, but his legs continued to move, slowly, and steadily. 

“stop moving.”

“calm down, little girl, i’m just here for the heat.”

“the heat isn’t to share so stop fucking moving,” she wasn’t scared, people like him didn't scare her. the kind of people who traveled alone and put up the defense that they weren’t scared when deep down they were just cowards who stole things that weren’t theirs. 

she cocked her gun, following him as he made the movements to begin to circle her. she knew that trick, it was one made to intimidate people, to catch people a little off their guard. when would they strike? what would they do? how would they do it? 

his hands were still up, that meant he was stalling and he was thinking of a plan. she had her gun still raised, athena wasn’t concerned, he could come charging at her and he’d be another life added to her list, “you come any closer now i’ll shoot you.”

“i don’t believe you, little girl,” he stopped right across from her, the fire flaming up his body from the angle he was at. his hands lowered slowly but he still kept his shoulders up in hesitation, like he was trying to figure her out. 

the nickname angered her, it made her think he must have done it on purpose to defy her, to anger her from her calm exterior, but from the position he was in made her think otherwise, he didn’t seem that smart.

“you don't have to believe me, it’s just what’s gonna happen.”

he breathed out, “i just want to share the fire.”

everyone wanted fire but not everyone was willing to share it. there was always that hesitation in the back of everyone’s brain the gnawed away, wondering whether or not if in the moment you were going to die, that that person, that stranger sitting across from you, were they going to kill you?

athena, she wasn’t afraid to die, it was like her whole life she had been preparing to do so. everyone died, it was the outcome of everything and you couldn't prevent it. 

no one should be afraid to die.

she pulled the trigger, air exhaling out from her nostrils in some sort of relief of pressure, “it’s not yours to share.”

she watches his body sink to the ground, folding to his knees before falling over on his side. no one should be afraid. 

not even the cowards.

“you shot him.”

athena froze, she could feel her heart in her throat.

so he wasn't alone...

she flipped around just like before with her gun raised just as high, pointing at the more built man who looked quite opposite to the man she had just shot. this man was younger, and yet more built. he had muscle and meat on him while the other one looked to be only skin and bones. 

“he wouldn't leave.”

“you didn't ask him to.”

“i asked him to stop moving.”

“he did.”

“he would have killed me.”

“now how do you know that?”

she pursed her lips, the feeling of air almost felt entirely pushed out of her throat like she was suffocating. this man for some reason made her feel a lot more nervous than she usually was with other people. 

it was because he didn't seem scared, he seemed comfortable, like talking to her was a normal thing and they were only old friends who just came across eachother. and those were the type of people that worried her. 

“i just wanted him to ask you some questions,” he finally said, his arms lightly raising as if to caution her more than himself, “just some questions, nothing dangerous.”

“questions can be dangerous,” she mumbled quickly, her arms beginning to hurt from the position she had been holding for so long and uncomfortably. 

“not the ones he was asking.”

“then why didn't you ask them yourself?” she quirked a brow, “you seem to know you were going to get your friend killed but if you knew your questions weren't dangerous how come you didn't ask them yourself?”

she stumped him, he pursed his lips while exhaling audibly through his nose, “i’ve been watching you, i knew you would've shot before he had sat down, and look at that, i was right.”

she was caught off guard, her posture and hold on the gun slightly weakening as she narrowed her brows at him, her jaw clenching. that was her worst nightmare, being watched, but it had never actually happened before because she was good at what she did, she was silent and could sense things very easily. apparently not as well as she thought. 

“I've been watching you,” he repeated, licking his lips slightly and quickly, “i think you can help me-”

“why would i help you?-”

“because i’ll kill you if you don’t.”

she scoffed, slightly tilting her head to the side while her eyes were closed a bit, “that’d be really nice wouldn't it?” she lowered her gun, turning her back to him, no longer perceiving him as a threat, not as a big one anyways, if he wanted to kill her, he would’ve already, if he wanted to hurt her, he would’ve done that the moment she shot his friend or even during the moments he had been supposedly watching her.

what he said was a stupid thing to say. 

“dying is a luxury not all of us are privileged with,” she mumbled, looking back up at the blanketed sky full of bright stars that could light up a room like a lamp, “you’re gonna have to come up with a better threat if you want me to help you.”

he presses his lips together, watching athena discreteetly before rubbing his face in frustration while tipping on the back of his heel. the man before her was not used to rejection, and athena could tell even with her back turned to him.

“you’re athena,” he mumbles, saying it precisely as if he was about it give her a whole speech, already having a new plan. 

he was hoping to pull this one out later, but he hadn't planned to be practically laughed at after his key sentence that was supposed to start it all, I'm going to kill you. 

it made her freeze, tightening her grip on the gun she still had in her hand. 

her name, how the fuck did he know that?

him knowing her name seemed to be scarier than the threat of death. 

“you’re athena, and you’ve been alone for how many days now?”

he continued to stare at the back of her head, waiting for her to just turn around with the shocked expression he just knew she had on. just waiting for her to turn around so he could redeem himself, so he could have the upper hand once again.

but the truth was, he never did have the upper hand. if he wanted it, he would have had a gun pointed to the back of her head, he would have been the one to confront her instead of using that poor skeleton man already bound for death. 

athena was always the one with the upper hand. the hand gun now once again pointed to him, her body turned just as he wished but not with the expression he had expected. 

she glared, her eyes in slits as she was just daring him to make a move. 

“you leave me alone now,” she whispered, her voice filled with so much will and power that he couldn't mistake it for anything else, “i don’t care who you are or how you know my name, just get the hell away from me before i blow your brains out.”

break of dawn.

pairings. apocalypse!bellamy blake x fem!reader

about. bellamy and reader share a close moment--just in case it's their last.

warnings. swearing, walking dead x the 100 crossover,

ricky rocks. hate this. didn't know what to do with it. anyways i miss octavia.

the sun was just barely reaching over the mountain tops, allowing a thin layer of light to turn alexandria blue with hope and coldness.

bellamy was up, he had to be up, he had hardly slept. he had in fact just rustled his eyelids closed when the illuminating sun woke him back up to his troubled mind, peaking through his bedroom window, giving light to his face. 

the low sun highlighted his tan features and every detail that wrung along his bones. his freckles, his cheekbones, his jawline, his scars. everything. it all looked so perfect within that moment, so raw and fresh from the shower he had taken the night before. something you loved about the morning, observing him, running your fingers about him, but sadly, you missed that moment. 

bellamy sighed, slowly untangling himself from his sheets and your arms, forcing his feet to hit the cool wooden floor of his room with his forearms leaning against his knees.

everything was just a nightmare.

there was a soft knock that echoed through the practically empty room causing bellamy to turn, his eyes going between you and the door.

you didn’t even stir.

he heard the click of the door, before it slowly opening and raven’s face peaking between the crack. her facial expression looked exhausted, as if she had gotten just as much sleep as bellamy did.

she didn’t entertain any usual amusement nor smile on her face when her eyes met his. she looked dead and it made him frown deeper at the realization that this beginning war was really affecting them all. 

“rise and shine,” she whispered, “we have a day ahead.”

we have a day ahead.

you woke up in a cold bed without bellamy. sheets all scrunched up and pulled down to the foot of the bed on his side, leaving nothing.

it made you panicked, you’re eyes reaching anywhere and everywhere before hitting the window, a light blue peaking past the curtain, making your stomach dip.

the realization of what day it was filled your mind causing a sinking feeling in your head, panic erupting everywhere in your body as you got up quickly and searched for a fresh pair of clothes.

it was a day of war.

you all had been waiting for this day so eagerly, wanting it to be over with, but now, you wished it was days before where you were sitting on the nice living room couch that didn't belong to you, thinking anxious little thoughts about how this day would go about. 

bellamy had told you not to worry. 

he had claim you'd be safe, he’d keep you safe. but not only that, you had another thing going for you. the straight fact that negan wanted you. he wouldn't harm you if he believed you had something he wanted, whatever that would be. 

that was the one thing you had going for you and you couldn't help but be scared even more with the frightful thoughts that ran through your head, patronizing you and filling your brain with what ifs and possibilities. 

“you let me sleep in?” 

bellamy looked over his shoulder to meet your eyes, his lips were pressed into a thin line as he turned away from miller and the rest of the guarding crew, causing them to walk off with his final command. 

his features softened at the sight of you, his hand laying against the crook of your back. he looked sympathetic and tired and old. it was as if the planning of this war had taken away the young boy from his eyes, leaving grey and sorrow. 

“you need it.”

“you more than me.”

“some things need to get done,” he tried hard to suppress the pointed look he was about to give you, his hand still around you lowly. “we’re running out of time.”

“we’ve been out of time for awhile, it’s just now finally catching up to us,” octavia’s hard tone fills your ears as she hauls a large amount of rifles and weapons covered by a thick brown cloth. cuts scraped her face and dark circles outlined the bottom of her eyes, all youth gone just like her brother. "it's time to sharpen up. lexa said he should be here soon."

the both of you looked to her, analyzing the hard stare she had on her face, looking as if she was the one in command--which you wouldn't be completely against. she was ready, she wanted blood.

"did you sleep?"

"what do you think?" her tone was harsh and she doesn't think twice about it even as she noticed the wince on bellamy's face. "this has been the only thing i could think about for the past week..." her eyes hit the ground, her mind going elsewhere as she pauses, slightly shaking her head, "people are going to die and it won't be me, but i fear.." pause, inhale, her head jerks back up and her eyes meet yours.

she doesn't say anything but that seems to be enough.

octavia walks away with an urgency in her step, deciding it'd be best she helped the guard instead of putting the two of you in any more of a troubled mindset. she was like a bomb, she had a lot on her chest, and it had only built up with the more time she had spent with lexa. lexa had filled her head with worries of you and the rest of alexandria.

"she's not in the best state of mind."

"well, none of us are," you mumbled, watching her go, "but i would assume she's in the best. at least better than us."

bellamy didn't watch octavia, he watched you. his heart ached as it felt like someone was twisting it. he wanted reassurance. reassurance to your safety, but it was too late for that and the more the minutes went by the more he regretted not taking lexa's offer on protecting you at hilltop.

it was too late now.

"you shouldn't worry."

he grunted in response, almost scoffing at how ridiculous that statement was.

"we'll figure it out," you look up to him, "i promise, bellamy. we always figure it out, everything always ends up alright."

"until we screw ourselves over once again," he shook his head in sadness despite the sick smile on his face--one that wasn't intentional. he was just so tired.

"hey," your hand reached to the side of his face, "everything will be fine."

"bellamy, we need you," the two of you look to miller who looks anxious, his head jerking toward the front gate and a sudden feeling of grief takes over, fearing the worst that time had finally come.

bellamy seems to move fast as he takes ahold of you tightly with one arm wrapped around your waist while the other was around your neck, "don't worry," his mouth is right by your ear and his voice is too uneasy to make you not worry. "nothings going to touch you. not over my dead body and most likely, not even octavia's."

you laughed a sad laugh as you shook your head underneath his weight. it was finally hitting you that this was the end--the end of something and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

"be safe."

navigation.

death era.

part two of n/a.

part one, part two

ricky rocks. hey friends, i decided to update:D

athena had dreamt of death many times. even in the youngest of her years she wondered what it felt like, what would be the cause, and whether it’d be untimely. she thought about it so much, it didn’t even scare her.

but once the apocalypse had hit and people started dropping left from right, athena’s deathly dreams had increased as well as worries and concerns of death being untimely and true, until it just… stopped. she got used to it; the feeling of being terrorized.

now, the boy before her smiled making her feel terrorized. a horrible feeling swelling to the core of her chest, warm but aching as she gripped her gun tighter in hopes he’d just go away, he’d leave her alone.

but he didn’t move and it was silent until he speaks words she knows are bullshit;

“i don’t intend on hurting you, athena,” his rough voice blended well with the cracking of the fire, the soft light climbing up the front of his face, illuminating his tan and freckles and every scar that complimented his face more than it should have.

“then leave.”

he smiled, dimples piercing the corner of his cheeks while he tilted his head to the side, “now why would i do that?”

“because i’m not scared to fucking shoot you.”

“you wouldn’t want to do that,” his smiled increased in taunt, feeling he now had the upper hand even if she had the gun. “especially when i have something you want.”

athena’s eyebrows narrowed as she stared at him more closely now. what could she possibly want from him?

“i’ll make a deal with you.”

"a deal?" she raised her brow, a feeling of deep amusement entering her stomach as she slightly tilted her head to the side, watching him even more carefully now.

"yes, a deal," he cut her off before she can make a smart remark or shoot him down. "i promise, it's worth your while."

"why?”

"because i promise you, i know what you want and i can get it to you,” his eyebrows slightly raising and his tone slowing. there was something about it that made her want to fall into that, trust that, but that’s what seemed so untrusting about it—all too well rehearsed. “trust me.”

silence, until she inhales and narrows her brows, “how do you know what i want?”

“because you want what everyone else does in this world.”

“and what’s that?” she motioned for him to continue.

“safety, shelter, food, water,” he motioned, “reassurance that you’ll wake up in the morning.”

“and you have all that?” she quirked a brow finding that hard to believe.

“no, not yet.”

“but you’re saying you can give that all to me?”

he nodded his head.

she gave in, “what do you want?”

“terminus.”

she frowned harder at the name, knowing very well what he was talking about, “what do i have to offer you?”

“the way. for the past week you have been making it impossible for me to find it,” a sound of fake grief comes over his voice and look of strategy comes into clarity, “you’re the one who’s been tearing the maps down, right?”

athena felt her stomach sink deeper at his question. just the thought that he had been watching her long enough to know that and she didn’t spot him once—terrified her. she kept her mouth shut, once again unsure about his motive and unsure of his nature. even if he wanted her, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt her.

“right,” he nodded to himself, “i know you know the way. you must with the amount of maps and pieces of paper you pull off and burn. just, why?”

she hated that question, she didn’t even know how to answer that in the first place.

“you must have a good reason, athena.”

she clenched her jaw. she felt her head would explode if he stayed any longer, “you follow the train tracks.”

“what-“

“you follow the tracks and you get where you need to be,” she mumbled, “there, i gave you what you wanted, now go.”

“i’m afraid that’s not the deal,” he tsked, tipping his head a bit, “that’s not what i want, you know that. hell, you haven’t even got what you want.”

she stood suddenly, now being more firm with her aim as she had her gun right back pointed at bellamy, “i want you to leave.”

“now, you don’t want that,” he stood, mirroring her, causing a spike of anxiety to strike her chest. “c’mon now, athena. tell me, why did you take those maps down?” his conversation was all over and she wondered if that was to distract her from him inching closer. “afraid, are you?” he wasn’t even across from the fire now, but almost within arm length.

“why would i be?”

“you tell me,” he reached out to take the gun but she yanked with a pull of the trigger, missing, but bellamy wasn’t aware as he tackled her body to the ground, now fighting her for the gun.

they were rolling in the dirt now in fight for the gun and for a pin but it seemed she wouldn’t win either one, especially once he had her pushed further into the hard ground with the pressure of his hands pinning her arms by her head and his body overall overweighting hers.

“this isn’t a fight you’ll win.”

“try me,” she grunted, attempting to grasp for the gun inches away from her hand, but her world went dark before she could find any redemption.

**

she prayed she wasn’t dead. for once, she wished she wasn’t dead.

and she wasn’t.

the clear sweet noise of birds eased her awake but quickly swayed her into an aching feeling that resonate at the side of her skull. a sudden wave of hot flashes over came her and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach as she tried her best to sit up from her position on the cold hard ground. 

she doesn’t even think of last night till she hears the whistling and everything crashes back to her like a fall. she eased her hand to her head and the feeling of dry blood knitting up her hair kisses her finger tips and she cringes harder, the feeling of the stranger hitting her with a hidden gun, renews, and it makes her groan.

“you’re awake.”

she grunts in reply, now gaining feeling in her arms and legs as she pushes her self to sit up right, now leaned against a tree, trying to clear her eyes.

“i didn’t mean to hit you so hard,” he leans down and her vision suddenly clears once his hand pushes against the side of her head, looking to the small head wound, “you just wouldn’t listen.”

she leans away from his touch, the inside of her head screaming for her to sock him in the face but she knows better and it wouldn’t go well, especially with him having the upper hand.

“i need you to know that i won’t be leaving you until you shake my hand and make a deal with me.”

she narrows her brows, still clasping the side of her head. she wanted to swear at him but there was some strange force that was keeping her grounded and comfortable—something that was telling her the stranger in front of her wasn’t a threat.

“fine, as long as you don’t fucking hit me upside the head that hard again,” she eyes him roughly, now pushing herself to her feet. “jesus.”

he leans away from her, slightly smiling at her grumbling, reminding him of his sister. he watches her walk over to where her bag was with a slight tip in her step making it obvious that she was still out of it from the hit. he knew she wouldn’t try to run, not in the dizzy state she was in, there was something reassuring him of it.

“my name is bellamy by the way.”

athena sighed, beginning to dig in her bag for the one thing that’d get him out of her hair, “well, bellamy, you’re a fucking ass.”

he laughs dryly, still leaned by the spot she was previously at until he got to his feet, now turning to lean on the tree with his arms crossed.

“you want to get to terminus, you’re going to need a map,” athena turned, now facing bellamy and holding out a folded piece of paper she was saving for herself. “there are many different ways to get there but i’m still not sure if there’s a there to get to.”

terminus had honestly seemed too good to be true—hence why she was so skeptical of its existence. athena had put it on the bottom of her bucket list especially after hearing all the bad rumors of it from a woman she used to trade with, deciding it’s discovery could wait. but maybe she’d know sooner rather than later.

now seeing bellamy in light was strange. although he was equally as appealing as in the dark, his features looked more sharper and striking. the hard look on his face made her stomach tumble as she handed the map to him and he took it hesitantly, “i was hoping to clear it myself but.. seems like you’ll get there before i ever will.”

“this wasn’t our deal.”

“we made no deal,” she moves away from him with a shift backwards on her feet, “don’t take offense to this bellamy, but i don’t want to travel with you, especially after this blood wound on my head.”

“you’re not going to get there on your own, athena. there are a lot more people scarier than i am and who will do a lot more than hit you with a gun,” he throws the map to her feet. “i want you to take me there yourself.”

“i’m not going,” she sat herself down, “i changed my mind and i changed it awhile ago. you can’t make me go anywhere near that place.”

bellamy clenches his jaw and a sudden twist of anger overcomes him as he feels as though all his options had ran out and away from him. he sat down quickly next to her, shifting back and forth, looking for her eyes that were fixated on the ground.

“my group got split up a month ago and before that we were planning to make our way to terminus. i can only assume that that’s where they’re going and therefore where i have to go,” the tone of his voice is hard, making him sound like he was all business oppose to playful—something it was last night. “the only problem is i can’t go because i don’t where it is and your map doesn’t reassure anything.”

she tips her head back, eyeing him closely and the sudden new persona of his that actually made her uneasy and want to surrender.

“i don’t trust you, athena, as i’m sure you don’t of me,” he leans closer to her, now whispering, “that’s why you’re coming with me.”

“or what?”

it was one question. simple. something that couldn’t hurt but the taunting tone and the way she leaned in real close to him didn’t help the discomposed feeling building up in his chest.

“i’ll kill you,” he mumbles, “for real this time, i won’t just hit you upside the head, i’ll kill you but you won’t get the pleasure of being buried underground like that man you shot last night. you’ll be left for the walkers.”

silence.

“you act like death would be so scary,” athena presses on with her own threat, her nose almost touching against his, “i have seen many men like you, bellamy. men who think a bullet couldn’t stop them until they’re proved wrong with the gun i carry and the no hesitation policy i have. you don’t scare me.”

it seemed like routine now and she wasn’t surprise when he pulled the gun on her, pressing it up to her throat, “you have a brave mouth.”

“you can’t keep waving your gun like you’ll shoot me,” she glared at him, “if you need me so bad, why shoot me?”

“i can’t have you going around telling people about me and the things i want, athena.”

“paranoid, aren’t you, bellamy?” she shoved on top of him, landing the both them on the ground, fumbling for the gun that he kept a tight grip on. he was persistent and was already rolling on top of her—once again with the upper hand.

her mind was racing and the feeling of his body weight pressing against her caused significant anxiety and adrenaline that made her heart scream to move but he got up before she could do anything in response to it.

“knock it off,” he towered over her, his arm outstretched and pointed with the handgun to her body that still lied on the ground helplessly.

“bellamy, please, bellamy,” a sudden franticness overcame her as his tall figure now had the higher ground—she begs, begs for her life with the reality that hits the situation, “please—”

his eyes soften, images flicking between his sister and her. so much alike, both still so innocent no matter how hard they try to put up a wall of steel and strong hearted faces.

“athena—“

except his sister and athena weren’t alike at all. athena held no sympathy for him, she didn’t fear him, and she just wanted to live. that’s why she quickly slipped her foot from underneath him causing his hefty body to crash against the forest floor, leaves and branches crunching beneath him.

bellamy’s gun skipped away from him like a rock on water, as he had let go of it in surprise. she was quick, climbing on top of him just to grab the gun like a reflex.

and just as bellamy had processed what had exactly happened and that he was no longer on the higher ground, she was already straddling his waist, leaned back, hair ripped from her already messy pony tail with the barrel of the gun filling most of his eyesight.

“you don’t have to do this-“

“it’s you or me, right?” she breathes unsteadily, still trying to catch her breath, “only one really entitled for this world.”

“athena, i am just trying to survive, just like you,” his hands are up midair, his head bobbing up and down, struggling to keep it up, wanting to see her, “you’d do the same thing-“

“shut up,” she huffs, “you don’t get to tell me what i’d do. you don’t know me.”

“and you don’t know me,” he shoved himself up fast, pulling out a blade she had never seen before and slicing the sharp edge into her shoulder. “i always get what i want.”

athena let out a loud yelp, her hand pressing against the large gash that had immediately started staining her top with liquid red. her breathing became labored as she stared over to him, feeling even more woozy than when she had woken up.

“you underestimate what i can do, athena. you don’t realize i’m not like all those men you claim to put bullets in,” he’s out of breath himself, pushing to his feet before nabbing the gun she held. “and like you, i also have a no hesitation policy.”

he rose the gun and pulled the trigger before making one swift swing to the side of her head causing everything to go dead and black.

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death era.

part five of n/a.

ricky rocks. hm.

“what do we do with her?”

it had been two hours since athena had been knocked out by echo for her to finally just begin to wake up from her position that was tied against a tree.

raven had them all huddled away from octavia who begun to comfort her with a flask full of water, a look of frustration on her face. it seemed once again raven was on damage control and she had no idea on how to clean this one up.

“she punched bellamy, that’s enough for me to agree to allow her to stay,” murphy mumbled from his sitting position against the log, looking back to athena who could barely keep her head up. “maybe she’ll keep him off his pedestal.” “murphy, you’re not helping,” raven rolled her eyes, now looking over to bellamy who was leaned against a tree, sharpening his knife, not seeming to care at the discussion that was taking place. “what do we do bellamy?”

he only shrugs.

“why is she here then, bellamy?” she extends her arm out, suppressing annoyance, “what’s so special about her that you had to shoot her?”

his eyes flicked up to raven’s fast like she had struck a nerve before looking back down to the piece of stick, “you’ll see.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“she is.”

raven’s brows narrowed at his answer, slightly shaking her head in frustration as well as annoyance to the trap mouth he suddenly had, “unbelievable.”

raven didn’t have time for this, none of them did. they had been traveling for over a week, getting no where, without bellamy due to his spontaneous idea to pursue something.

something being her to their realization. screw bellamy for being so vague, even in times of need.

“do you trust her?” echo questioned, her eyebrows quirked while folding her arms with an earnest look on her face that bellamy knew not to push or ignore.

“no,” bellamy breathes out, pursing his lips, “but i trust her anger and she’s got a lot of it.”

it made raven narrow her brows harder as she looked at the girl, studying her a little more then she had before.

athena hadn’t seemed like an angry person to her. more or so paranoid and cautious, like she was waiting for someone to ambush her. but sure, she must have had a lot of anger built up with the punch she gave bellamy, it just didn’t seem like she lived in it.

raven decided to agree, her face raising up, a sigh passing past her lips, knowing this would be the best answer they’d get, “alright.” bellamy had been stalking the girl for weeks before laying next to her and practically cracking her skull open.

there was no use arguing, she could leave that to octavia who seemed to always have a firey passion to put her brother in his place, wrong or right.

“once we hit terminus, we can split from her,” he mumbled, his eyes gliding across the makeshift campground they had set up, slightly leaning away from the tree as he was ready to put the conversation to it’s end, “i have a feeling there’s something there for her that she’s not talking about, we get what we want and she gets what she wants.”

“and what more exactly do we want… besides our people?”

“something that’s not this,” there’s a curve in his lips now making eye contact with all three of them, nodding. “i’m done moving around, i’m ready to settle.”

it made raven smile softly at the change in octive his voice became. he seemed more enthusiastic at the thought of a settled future, one he wouldn’t have to put much thought into, because his life would already be planned out for him. it was a strange tone for bellamy, but none of them minded it.

“well, what’s our next step?” murphy looked between them all, not exactly satisfied with the conversation. “how are we going to get her to cooperate when bimbo over here hasn’t exactly been the most gracious to her.”

“that’s where octavia comes in,” they all look the girl who was squatting in front of athena, offering her water.

“i didn’t realize my brother was the one who did this to you.”

“nor did i,” athena was extremely lax for what had just happened to her and it left octavia anxious. she half expected the girl to be squirming against her tied position against the tree, but she didn’t move an inch. “guess i should have expected it.”

“why?”

“you both had the same damn back stories and i didn’t realize that until now,” she looks at octavia, eating up her features. “not to mention, you look inexplicably alike.”

she wants to smile, but it feels inappropriate. she took pride in looking like her brother up until now.

“you’re not mad?” octavia’s brow reaches high in concern, “i mean not mad—what’s going through your mind?”

athena hesitates, her eyes going from octavia to the group of people that were conversating far in front of them, “i think your people are going to kill me in my sleep.”

she can’t tell if she’s joking or not.

bellamy suddenly approaches, now beginning to untie athena from the tree with no words. octavia watches him carefully from the position she’s squatted in, looking between athena, who held the same skeptic look, then back to him. once he had the ropes unbounded from her, he pulls athena to her feet.

“bell, what’re you doing?”

“making a plan,” he now grips the back of the light leather brown coat she wore, forcefully guiding athena to the dying campfire where he further makes her sit.

“maybe be a little nicer…”

bellamy sits on the stump in front of her while the rest of the group gathered around, analyzing her better. she narrowed her brows, looking between each of them. yes, they would definitely kill her in her sleep.

“i need you to be cooperative,” his hands clasp in front of him and she’s almost unfamiliar with this persona of bellamy; hard but expressionless. “you’re taking us all to terminus, no bullshit. i’m not going to hurt you, i think we’re both over that, but you will take us there.”

she had a similar hard look on her face as she still looked between each of them, studying their faces hard, trying to find what the motive was in their eyes or if there was any. her chest felt an intense feeling of compression at their looks because they were almost unreadable.

she finally looked back to bellamy who was waiting for her to say something. his head is slightly tipped, watching her carefully, observing every detail that was written on her face. he fixates on the scratches and cuts that are pierced high on her skin—wondering if that was from him or if it was just the given scrapes from the wilderness.

shs doesn’t say anything.

“you sure she speaks?”

“i’m sure,” bellamy nods before getting to his feet, “she just needs a little motivation.”

“bellamy, what are you doing?” octavia gets to her feet too, but doesn’t move to follow him. they all watch him, especially athena; her stare is diligent and she tries hard not to allow a streak of emotion to cross her face—no matter how confused she was.

bellamy made his way over to where athena was previously tied up, reaching down to grab her pack. that’s when athena was fast to get to her feet, pushing against murphy and echo as they tried to hold her back from hounding his ass.

“bell, this isn’t necessary,” octavia shifts on her feet as she watches him slowly make his way over toward the fire, extending the bag over the fire.

“don’t.”

“oh, so she does speak,” murphy’s snide tone curls into her ear and she resists the urge to elbow him in the gut.

“we gonna make this harder than it needs to be?”

“we? bellamy this is only you,” athena’s eyes narrow down on him and she feels both his comrades grips loosen on her. “you shoot me, cut me, and now threaten to burn my belongings,” her look is nasty and she can feel the compression explode into anger at the thought of everything he had done to her.

“you want me to take you? fine i’ll take you, but you owe me, big time and don’t be mad when whatever you’re looking for, isn’t there.”

his mouth curves into a smirk, watching the way her eyes mount to his in such a resilient way, “deal.”

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death era.

part seven of n/a.

ricky rocks. no thoughts

one day. one day left till they’d be at terminus. athena feels her whole body itching at the matter that what was once an idea, a nightmare, something that was breathing down her neck as she tore each and every individual map down—is now a reality.

she’s ahead of the pack today. they leave her to herself, let her do her own thing as if she has now earned the privilege of privacy after these few days.

she digs her feet into the rotting wood of the train tracks with each step, thinking of how she even got to this point. this was the first time she could really hear her thoughts, therefore the first time she could really look over the reality of everything.

she was shot. and now she’s civil with the man who shot her.

it all happened so fast.

“wait.”

bellamy’s call caused her to stop in her tracks and finally look up upon what stood in front of her, clear as day; a tall bricked bridge, looming over the railway.

“fuck,” she swears under her breath at the obstacle in sight. this was not on any of the maps.

“well, what now?” murphy sighs, speaking the real question at hand.

it’s silent as they all think of the burdening reality, “we could go around,” raven rubs the side of her face as she stares at the eyesore looming in their path and hears the unmistakable sounds of walkers coming from within. “there’s no telling how many are in there. better safe than sorry.”

“going around will only make our trip twice as long. we can’t risk going off of estimated time that our group is on,” bellamy shuts the idea down, clenching his jaw to the interference.

“bellamy, that’s insane,” murphy shakes his head, extending his arm out to the brick. “we don’t know how many are in there, in fact we don’t know how long that tunnel goes. we could get stuck.”

“we’ve dealt with worse.”

they all feel frustration to his reluctance at the risk. there was no understanding to why he was so persistent on this; bellamy was always so cautious and always so careful, so why now was he letting his guard down?

he was getting anxious.

“athena?”

“yeah?”

“what do you think?”

she bites the inside of her cheek, what she thinks, they’re not going to like. she still fixates on the wall and the more her silence coats the air, the more her answer becomes clear. through the tunnel.

“it’s too risky,” raven is quick to interject as if stopping athena’s irrational thinking. “it’s clear as day what’s in there.”

“but if you want to get where you’re going; on time, and ahead of the game; the tunnel,” athena clutches her gun tightly before turning to finally face them. “walkers are easy to clear, if there’s anything worse than that, it’ll still take less time than walking around.”

“ahead of the game?” echo arches her brow, facing the girl better. “what do you mean?”

“terminus will know we’re coming if your friends are already there. they’ll be on guard and waiting,” she’s shifting, unsure how they’ll take her skepticism. “if they are… what i hear they are, we’ll want to be ahead of the game.”

“and what exactly are they?” murphy frowns hard, hating that she’s now just voicing her thoughts of doubt to this sanctuary.

“something i’ve been trying to stay away from.”

he stares at her before shaking his head at the vagueness, “you both are dumbasses,” murphy turns to the group as a whole. “i’ll take the time, you’re not dragging me through the damn thing.”

“i think murphy’s fear of the dark is coming to haunt him.”

“shut up,” murphy rolls his eyes, “you want to go through that, echo?”

“nope.”

“so, i guess it’s settled,” raven looks to them all. “we’ll go around. unless you two still care to travel through.”

athena unintentionally looks to bellamy who already stares back. they say nothing.

“neither of you are disagreeing,” octavia looks between the two of them, almost sounding confused. “why?”

“o, it’s not the worst idea,” bellamy’s hand clasps her shoulder, giving her the big brother sympathy smile. “what’s the worst that can happen?”

she looks at him tightened features of frustration. she hates how stubborn he is, especially in situations like these where there is no time to waste, “this better not be for her.”

her. that seems to pull on something in his mind which makes his softness falter, “i’m going. if any of you want to come, you can. otherwise go around and we’ll meet at the end or terminus.”

there’s a visible grumble between each of them.

“you too then?”

athena looks surprised when they look to her. she presses her lips into a thin line, trying the best she can to look sympathetic—failing, “we’ve gotta start this departing process sooner or later.”

octavia scoffs, but it’s sad, “yeah, i guess so.”

“god,” echo is the first one to move, marching straight to athena. her eyes rack her up and down as she advances to the her with unintelligent intentions.

she almost flinches when echo reaches her hand out with a gun as an offering, “i trust you more than him to give me back this gun. don’t be any more foolish than you have been deciding to go in there.”

they stare at each other, unblinkingly. this is an act of civility. this is an act of respect. athena takes the gun, nodding in appreciation.

“may we meet again, young goddess.”

**

“the first time i’ve seen you to be in such a rush like this was when you shot me.”

“sometimes, you just can’t waste time,” he doesn’t even try to seem sympathetic toward his very extreme and recent mistake.

athena stays silent and her mind goes back to moments before, when they all parted ways and she could hear octavia whisper in his ear—mentioning someone, mentioning the her that could be making him so restless.

“who’s clark?”

he seems to choke at the question at hand.

athena wouldn’t care. she doesn’t. she wasn’t even sure why she was attempting to make conversation—but it made this trip in the dark easier.

“what?”

“listen, i don’t particularly care for your personal life, bellamy… but i want to know. all this for a girl?”

“all this for family,” he corrects her fast. “not just for a girl.”

she scoffs, “right.”

“why do you care?” his tone is more sour than predicted, because he’s offended now; offended for her prying on something that didn’t concern her.

“i don’t.”

“you do,” he smiles in annoyance but she can’t see due to him following from behind. “you just can’t believe that other people want to actually be with other people. be honest, you can’t stand the matter of trust and compatibility because of whatever issues you dragged in from before the fall.”

she clenches her jaw tightly at his words, pushing her teeth together in order not to retaliate. it takes everything in her to keep walking in a line and not turn to sock him in the face.

he didn’t know her. he didn’t know what she went through to get to this point. he doesn’t understand what it’s like to be her. she kept wrapping those words around her mind, over and over, trying to justify whatever it was that she was feeling. trying to not fall guilty to his words for being so untrusting.

he realizes his foul words once five seconds of silence settles in and she continues to keep her mouth zipper shut. he almost regrets it.

athena now begins to question why she decided to travel with him alone. she was hoping to be alone with her thoughts, that the level of trust they had in her would allow her to go by herself in this dark and cold, cold tunnel.

trust.

bellamy must have had the same idea. but there they go, once again, intruding in on one another.

athena kicks her feet into the train tracks as she walks with her flashlight lighting up the ground and the rusty old rails left from previous society. she keeps her eyes on the ground, swallowing the irritation of the truth tightening around her lungs.

“woah,” she feels a sudden pull on her shoulder to stop walking and suddenly, clear as day, she can hear all the walkers even more clearly, in need for hunger. “pay attention.”

her eyes raise to realization of the cement pile right in front of them that must have collapsed from the ceiling above. she shines her flash light around, getting a clear speculation of the environment and the possible dangers.

bellamy’s hand still clutches her shoulder as he does the same before pushing her behind him. she watches him with curiosity once he pulls out a knife from his belt, walking to the side of the debris, where open space laid, “follow me, carefully.”

she did without thought, pulling out her own blade in pursuit. the dead are buried deep in the pyramid of collapsed remains, making their limbs inaccessible, but their mouths still equally at advantage. it’s no problem to bellamy. he stabs them straight through the skull like light work, athena only follows.

the cut path through the rubble is eventually stopped short, causing them to climb up the uneven and rocky path. the real problem is then displayed from above.

“shit,” she drops her hands in a distraught feeling.

there had to have been more than twenty walkers roaming at their feet, taking notice fast to their presence due to the light bellamy shown on each of them.

“we don’t have enough amo for this.”

he looks back at her and she can already see the mock in his eyes, “well, good thing clearing walkers is easy.”

she returns the look with a narrowing one, “after you then.”

he smirks at her, looking like the cocky son of a bitch she first met, “thought you’d never ask.”

she smiles back with annoyance as he pulls out his gun and nods. he begins to take shots from above before ascending down the rubble, hitting each walker in the head. athena does the same but doesn’t move from her high end position.

this was the first time she had seen him put in real work. there was always sight of walkers on their trek, but there was never a sweat with the six of them. but now, bellamy was resilient and crazy efficient considering the clear amount of dead outnumbering to him.

“you gonna stay up there all day or are you going to help me?”

“i’m doing more work than you,” the next bullet she shoots goes close to bellamy’s head, hitting a walker in the throat that was close to grabbing him. he connects eyes with her before stabbing it in head.

she changes the clip once she begins to shoot blanks, taking a single step forward in doing so—but the ground beneath her feet becomes uneven and suddenly gives at her weight, sending her down the crumbled cement and against a wall.

she swears, crying out in pain at the sudden realization of the large amount of debris trapping her foot to the ground. she tries to yanks at her limb, trying to pull it from the stuck position, but she only realizes it’s permanent.

“fuck!”

“athena?” she can’t see bellamy, but she can hear him and the confusion riddled within his voice. “athena, what happened?”

she grunts at the discomfort, trying to situate around the remains pinning her to the floor, “fuck, i’m stuck.”

she can hear him and the way he shifts around and back up the hill of breakage, before finding her in the position that she was in. he looks at her, almost like he’s disappointed, “oh jesus, athena.”

she lets out a laugh that came from her throat, one that wasn’t intentional and didn’t really even sound like a laugh, but more of a gasp of air. she clutches her ribs, finding a new pain and hurt.

“yeah, yeah, please just-” she coughs and then grunts again in attempt to pull at her leg, “please just help me.”

he stares at her, wide eyes now, as if terrified upon this conclusion. he couldn’t process the unfamiliarity of the so sudden desperation in her voice. he was still getting used to any sound coming from her mouth in the first place and he hadn’t even really heard her speak that much since…

“are you just going to stand there or..?”

he moves, carefully walking down the new shifted path from her fall, “are you okay?”

his question shocks her. she’s unsure whether or not she hit her head on the way down, “yes.”

“you don’t look okay.”

“i’ll feel much better once you get this damn rock off my foot.”

“okay,” he nods, shifting further down and closer to her so he can examine what pinned her down. he looks at her, taking in the expressions of pain that crossed her face before he finally wraps his fingers around the main rock weighing her down. he pulls, giving it all he can, but it fails and any sign of budge, only goes back down on her foot.

“shit,” she sinks at the realization, pressing the back of her head against the wall.

“i can try again-“

“no,” she sighs, clutching her ribs harder. “it wouldn’t even budge, it’s not worth trying again.”

“what do you suggest then?” he stares at her with sympathy clouding his eyes—it makes her sick. “me not trying again is me-“

“bellamy,” she waves his words away, “bellamy, behind you.”

he looks quick to see the head of a walker, pressing against the small wall of debris separating them. he moves faster than she can focus, moving back over the mountain and toward the hungry hounds of death. there’s more gunfire and unpleasant sounds that send her into a spiral of reality that she would probably die like this.

no, you’re being silly.

why’s everything so suddenly hot?

“athena,” he’s in front of her again, his hand grabbing onto her forearm. “let’s try this again,” he nods, waiting for her to nod back or give him some sign of compliance.

“fine.”

he again, tries to lift the large piece of cement, but again, fails. he takes a seat across from her, rubbing his mouth in thought. he looks beyond frustrated now.

“i’m fine. i’ll be fine.”

“shut up,” he doesn’t care for any variation of reassurance or sympathy she had for him. that only meant she was giving up and that lead to those words. “you can barely breathe. you probably broke a rib or two by the way your dumbass is holding yourself.”

“piss off,” she exhales sharply. “just leave me.”

“shut up.”

he hates how easily she gives up. he doesn’t understand it.

“bellamy, be honest with yourself. you never needed me,” she huffed. “all you had to do was follow the damn train tracks. you don’t need me. face it, the dead will get me before you get this damn thing off me.”

he stares at her strangely, like she was out of her mind. he had never seen her like this; not in this delusion that somehow made her look so soft. he didn’t understand how she so easily was accepting of this; accepting this seemingly inevitable death that had been following her around. he can’t help but think this is his fault.

“i’m not going to leave someone who obviously needs help.”

“are you talking about now or when we first met?”

both.

bellamy had a nose for those kinds of things—when people are in desperate need of being saved and athena practically reeked of the need for saving. not saving from someone or something, but from herself.

“i’m fine.”

“stop saying that,” he eyes her hard now. she wants to get away from it; from the way he looked so disappointed in her. “you’re not going to die today, i’m not going to let you.”

“why do you care?”

he bites the inside of his cheek to stop from almost smiling, “i don’t.”

“fuck you.”

“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, princess,” he stands, once again trying to pry the object from her foot. “we still gotta get out of here.”

“bellamy, stop, bellamy,” her voice becomes petrified to the realization of the sudden build up of walkers around them. “bellamy look!”

he swings up fast, firing an empty gun with desperation till a loud sound of someone else firing rounds pierces both their ears. bellamy is fast to hunch over athena at the sound before it stops and a sharp laugh fills the air.

“and you fuckers thought this would be the faster way.”

**

the campfire seemed to have been even more chattier than usual, especially after the rescue operation the rest of the group had executed on athena and bellamy.

after twenty minutes, they had been able to wrench the piece of wreckage from athena’s foot with not just bellamy, but echo and murphy. there was an immediate relief and a reality check upon realization that she wasn’t dying and she must have seemed like a complete fool in front of bellamy.

she only had two broken ribs like bellamy had guessed, and once raven did the best she could to bandage her up, they set up camp right in the stone tunnel.

“how about you little goddess? you never told us your story.”

it takes athena awhile to realize raven’s the one talking to her with a smirk that could be mistaken for a smile placed on her face. it caused her breathing to become uneven, still not used to the presence and mock of another human being. she almost found it to be more horrifying than a walker—human judgment.

athena never thought the day where she’d have to speak the words of what she had done aloud would come. it was her worst nightmare, having to admit what she did. she thought she’d have time, a long time, or forever for that matter. 

she stays silent for the longest time to the point that raven begins to think she didn't hear her until she utters the words everyone else usually does, “it doesn’t matter.”

bellamy realized that athena’s mouth once again became a steel trap upon the arrival of the others. while murphy, echo, and him pulled the large debris from her foot, her panic had flown away like a bird and she once again soaked in her silence. he wonders if in the small moments of delusion she had before hand, whether or not he could have gotten this story out of her himself.

“hey, just because you went through hell a little more than usual today, doesn’t give you a free pass,” murphy scoffed even though him of all people would use the same phrase—until echo nagged on him long enough—having her own phrase at hand.  

“past is important, without it what’s the point of living? it makes you who you are.” 

she used it many times on him even though echo wasn’t one to be interested in other people’s lives, especially murphy’s, but she valued memories and past—she couldn’t imagine trying to disregard it.

“well there really isn't a point in living, at this point, is there?” athena glanced back once hearing it, missing half of their eye rolls. she was putting up a front that began to resemble more and more like murphy’s and they weren’t about to go down that rabbit hole again. “you don’t want to know my story.”

“you really must be fun at parties.”

“the funnest,” she mumbled, staring down at the fire despite never had been to a party of any kind, maybe a birthday or two, but never a generic party. 

“no, but really,” murphy mumbled, “what happened to you?”

“i bet she was a rich pretty girl,” raven mumbled, smiling at the slightest as she stared at athena, hoping for some rise out of her. “who had a princess life with everything handed to her.”

“did you have a boyfriend?” murphy was looking to add on. everyone knew taunting was one of the best ways to get answers if nothing else was working. “i bet you did. probably super hot right? football captain, probably had a couple of scholarships too, huh? told you he loved you second date, bought you a promise ring and made promises that someday the two of you would get married but… that didn’t exactly goes as plan, you know what i mean?”

athena looked up, slightly confused as to what was going on. she was familiar with the feeling of being taunted, manipulated into getting answers and anger, but it was strange. she had never experienced something like it, like this in a very long time. the nature of it was very off-putting and she almost thought it wasn’t real.

bellamy shared a look with echo who seemed just as lost to murphy’s plan while octavia found entertainment in it. she herself wanted to know the truth, the answers to athena’s past so bad, she could hardly care for how they got it out of her.

“i bet he left you-” “murphy,” bellamy gave him a pointed look, telling him to knock it off because in the off chance that all words coming from murphy’s mouth were true.

“no,” athena shook her head to the slightest, “you really want to know?”

they all looked to her and she raised an eyebrow to which they all gingerly nodded, aside from bellamy who narrowed his brows at her, not believing this to be the best decision, but murphy had once again proved to be the master of manipulation. 

it was silent and athena adjusted herself, preparing to unleash the horrid truth of her past, something she wished not to do. but a strange feeling in her chest wanted her to prove herself… that she didn’t have it as easy as murphy had guessed and her life was anything but romantic.  

“i lived a basic military life just like you guys did,” she wiped her mouth, hating the gross feeling that collapsed around her with the sudden reminiscing. “we moved around a lot, i was put into camps, i was taught to shoot a gun, to use a knife… all that basic combat bullshit that never seemed useful until now.”

her lips slightly twitched upward in a smile, thinking back to all the labor she underwent that she used to think was so useless—thinking all of it was for nothing…

“my father seemed to have known it before anyone else,” she had her lips presssed together, now focusing tightly on the campfire and nothing else. it almost made octavia stop her from continuing, suddenly knowing that there was some large variant of grief within this story. “i didn’t have a boyfriend and i’ve never even came close to saying i love you to anyone. he shoved us into a bunker before any of that… could happen i guess—me and my sisters and my mom... before we even knew. thought he was crazy.”

“you have sisters?” murphy quirked a brow, adjusting himself against the log he was leaned up against. 

“used to.”

“what do you mean ‘used to’?”

“he killed them.”

it's silent and their stomachs swell to the painful truth, something unexpected. 

bellamy looked up rather quick, almost shocked by her words just as the rest, but he resisted making any other movements that would clarify how taken aback he was by how straight forward she was—by the way there was no sign of emotion in the core of her voice.

“there was a night when the generator shut down halfway through dinner and everything was dark, so dark,” her voice suddenly layered over with hurt and almost fear that it made octavia worry, it made her want to cover her ears. “he told us to stay in our rooms and i was just sitting there in silence, in darkness, and then the screaming started.

“i knew he was coming for us all after he killed my mother, and then hera. he knocked on each of our doors and once he was at ophelia’s, he killed her with an axe before she could even process,” pause, athena inhaled, her voice leveling onto a different tone, deeper, suppressing any sound that clued to weakness. “see, i was smart, he knew i was smart, he always said i was his stupid fucking prodigy child. that’s why i ran.”

and then silence, again. 

but murphy was the only one brave enough to keep talking, not brave but the only one who didn’t have enough courtesy to keep his mouth shut, “so what happened?” echo nudge him, but he ignored her, continuing to speak, “i mean, you didn’t run, you couldn’t have.”

“you’re right,” she looked up, “i killed him, and then i ran.”

“just like that?”

“just like that. me or him, he knew that,” athena inhaled, straightening out her back as if she was done with story time, “it was a final test and only one of us could walk out of that bunker alive.”

it was then that everything seemed to have made sense for bellamy. as he stared and analyzed more closely with the fire dancing up the side of her face as she sat calmly, he then knew, and understood.

this is what she needed to be saved from.

being a heavily raised military kid already meant you were held dead inside from all the training they pounded down into your brain, all the people you met, screaming in your face, you grew up fast.

bellamy usually felt no remorse for anyone; what happens to you, happens to you for a reason. whether that being karma or just the simple fact of needing to learn a lesson, but what happened to athena, shouldn’t happen to anyone.

he felt remorse for her. especially after remembering what he had said in the tunnel.

be honest, you can’t stand the matter of trust and compatibility because of whatever issues you dragged in from before the fall.

wow, that was really kicking his ass.

“i’m not like any of you, and i never will be. i cant help someone out of the goodness of my heart, especially now, because my father taught me the biggest lesson of all; you can’t trust anyone, not even those closest to you.”

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death era.

part eight of n/a.

ricky rocks. flash back episode !!!

“everyone needs to just shut up,” echo doesn’t look at any of them and yet her eyes are wild and unable to stay in one place. “we have to figure a way out of here.”

she can feel her heart in her throat upon the dawning reality that she had no plan and half the people in the room with her were a bunch of dimwits.

“that’s kinda a hard thing to do when you told us to shut up.”

“keep your comments to yourself before i take that gun back, john.”

murphy rolls his eyes at the sound of his name; at the sound of the way she says it. it’s always so hostile and harsh whenever it comes out of her mouth and it only makes him hate it more.

it reminds him of the way his mother used to say it.

“why don’t we just leave, simple as that?”

“we can’t just do that, murphy. there are still other people here,” raven still sits on the floor, watching the two.

“yeah, people that are probably already dead and if not, who do you think the ones that are gonna get killed going to be when we come to their rescue?”

“that’s so classic of you, murphy.”

“what do you suggest we do then?” he turns his chin fast to face octavia who gives him an irritated look.

wow, wasn’t he just a crowd pleaser today.

“we wait till bellamy wakes up.”

“bellamy?” murphy looks disgusted, glancing down to him and his peaceful state in octavia’s lap. “i like him much better knocked out.”

“we don’t have time for that… or this,” echo shakes her head, interrupting the nasty stare octavia gave that would ultimately lead to an argument. “you better hope he wakes up soon because i’m not carrying him.”

“maybe if you didn’t hit him so damn hard.”

“hey, shut it, murphy. otherwise you’ll be right with your pal, bellamy.”

he grumbles, turning his shoulder away from them, “what’re you looking at?” his eyes suddenly meet the face of a boy he had never notice up until now.

the skinny boy with black hair was quick to put his hands up in defense, scooting further away from the menacing stare murphy continued to force in on him.

“that’s what i thought, string bean.”

this was the least ideal situation to be in with the least ideal group to be together. outside of this moment, not one of them would have willingly step foot to be among one another.

although the base was big but filled with a small amount of people, their worlds barely ever collided.

“alright, what do you wanna do echo?”

she blinks, looking down to raven who looks like a little kid with her legs crossed. she feels her chest swell up with importance at the undivided attention and suddenly a drive of adrenaline flows through her veins once again.

echo hated everyone. it was easy to tell. her parents died at her ripe age of 7 where she was handed off to a strict military woman who beat her own values of no remorse, empathy, or emotion into her. that woman died the moment the virus took over the base and echo couldn’t have been more happy—until they didn’t let her leave.

no one was allowed to leave, for their own good as they would say. the remaining adults of the base had an idea that they could repopulate and help rid of the disease that turned the dead into living once more. but here they were, the remaining adults being what they feared and echo being in a room of people she hated—except raven. now, she could stand raven.

“i’m all ears. whatever you need me to do, i’ll do.”

echo smiles, yeah, she didn’t mind her at all. raven was the only one with a couple brain cells who could function.

“try to wake boy toy up, then let’s kill the rest of these fuckers.”

**

it didn’t take much to wake bellamy up, but it took a lot to calm him down.

“why would i trust you?”

“because i’m the one with the gun,” her teeth shine past her lips in a snide look at his clear upset state.

it only provoked him more, taking a step closer, but echo is far from fazed. she knew bellamy and the type of person he was, therefore she felt far from inferior when around him like she knew he was trying to do.

before the fall, echo spent her whole first year in basic combat training with him due to him shadowing the instructor. he was a douchebag who thrived on proving his superiority over the younger trainees, including echo.

“bellamy, just listen to her,” octavia forced herself into his peripheral vision, hoping he’d step away from her. “we have no other options and echo knows what she’s doing.”

“and i don’t?”

“you seem to have forgotten she had you out cold moments ago, buddy.”

“murphy, i’ll kill you.”

“woah, woah, woah,” mock marinates in his voice. “she’s the one with the gun, don’t think she’ll let that happen.”

“i wouldn’t be against it.”

civility was hard to achieve, especially in the beginning.

“will you all just calm down,” raven stands a foot back with her arms crossed. “if we want to get out of here, we need to execute now. the breakers are all the way on the other side of the building and who knows how many scavs are outside this door.”

it took five minutes for raven to come up with a plan to get out and that was through the breakers—the security and maintenance room, where everything was watched through cameras and where the switches to shut down all the power was. in order to leave, all the security monitors, locked doors, and ultimately the big gate at the front of the base that kept all of them in was all electrically ran and needed to be shut down.

so to get out, shit needed to be shut down.

bellamy finally breaks away from echo, turning his gaze to the other girl, “how do you expect to do that with the millions of doors that you all need a pin to, leading to that room?”

“it’s not hard,” a voice sounds from behind them all, causing them to turn. “if you break the panel and move one wire to another, the door opens just as easy as if you were to know the pin.”

they stare at him blankly in surprise as raven tries her best to conceal her smile, already anticipating this. the boy swallows nervously at the pressure of their uninviting stares suddenly on him, “it’s easy. a 10 year old could do it.”

bellamy narrows his look on him even more, “what’s your name?”

“monty. monty green,” he takes a step closer, almost expecting to shake his hand—but bellamy’s hostile stare made him rock back on his feet.

“and then after that, monty? the only people who had access to the breaker room were ones with a key card.”

“good thing i’m in charge then.”

they all turn back to echo who holds out a white and green plastic key card in all its glory.

“how the hell did you get a key card? sargent wouldn’t even clear you for a gun,” murphy narrows his gaze on her with confusion, slowly stepping forward.

“they don’t even hand those out to guards.”

“well, good thing i’m better than a guard,” she smirks, stuffing it in her back pocket. “now let’s go.”

**

the hallways were eerily empty.

echo had her mask pulled back up to the base of her face where only her dark eyes were the most distinguishable feature to the others. she scanned the little space that filled the area, leading the group down what seemed to be the hallway to their doom.

she didn’t like it one bit.

moments before she had knocked bellamy unconscious, she had watched the scavs from the watch tower take over every little home and minor building, burning them to the ground after ransacking each one. they would have no where else to be but the inside of this building—and yet, no one in sight.

“this doesn’t feel right.”

“what, you scared?”

murphy doesn’t reply.

“maybe they just all left.”

“that’s wishful thinking,” echo’s low voice sounds hollow as she leads them around a corner and toward the entrance where authorized staff only was printed largely on a sign nailed to the surface of the doors. she gripped her rifle tighter and tighter as seconds passed by with no sound, no movement, and no person was in sight.

bellamy followed from the back with his own gun that echo was reluctant about giving him until he reminded her he was their best shot.

the silence was a blessing. there were nights where bellamy longed for this type of stillness, for the break down of his up tight lifestyle. and now here it was, handed to him in his lap, yet something was off and this felt even worse compared to the norm.

“already, green, time to shine,” echo dropped her gun from position as well as pulling down the cloth that concealed her face. she glanced to bellamy, sharing a look of agreement that they were still in the clear. “get this door open and you’re golden.”

he nodded, dropping to his knees before the pin pad that was placed neatly next to the steel door. they watch him pop the cover off simply before once again pulling another layer that concealed the wiring to the door. he rips at the nest of colorful snakes before glancing at them all, smiling at their narrowed looks.

“i used to watch my dad do this all the time as a kid, wanted to be just like him. so while you all were sent to train and beat your bodies down, i was taught this,” he works as he speaks before finally pulling away and looking to the door. they follow his gaze but are met with disappointment when there’s no sign of acceptance to his fiddling.

monty makes a sound of confusion, a crease forming between his brow as he looks at the door, then the mangled key pad.

“i’m guessing that’s not supposed to happen.”

“what clued you on to that?”

“they must have changed their wiring in the past month, otherwise i don’t understand why this wouldn’t have worked,” he still stares at his work, disappointed.

“so… we can’t get in?” bellamy is losing patience.

“no, we can. it’ll just take me a lot longer.”

“how much longer?”

“say, 7 minutes.”

“christ,” bellamy pinches the bridge of his nose. “we don’t have that time.”

“we actually don’t know what time we do have… considering-“

“murphy, shut the fuck up. i’m not waiting that long, i’ll find another way.”

“bellamy, you can’t just-“

he’s right back around the corner and toward where they came from with no attempt to listen to their persistence. he was impatient and itching to get out of that building. if he didn’t find a way soon, he would lose his mind.

these hallways with florescent lights were the center of his nightmares. he found himself lost in what was an exact replica of it, wandering and desperate to get out. just like right now.

he grew up in these halls. every waking moment of his life were spent within these halls of the base. he hated it. he wished the scavs would have burned down this building first.

“don’t move.”

there was a nose of a gun suddenly practically pressed to bellamy’s own nose. he jerked back out of shock, neglecting to process who was on the other side of the rifle till he found himself pinned.

“who are you? why’re you here?”

bellamy’s eyes find theirs before anything else till the question is repeated again, “huh? who the fuck are you?”

a girl.

he finds himself slowly lower his arms upon realization, “who’re you?”

“your worst fuckin’ nightmare if you don’t give me a straight answer.”

he recognized this girl.

“relax, i’m just trying to get out of here.”

“hard thing to do when the gates won’t open.”

“you’re trying to get to the breakers,” he speaks his thoughts aloud.

her eyes narrow, “why would you know that?”

“because you’re not the only one trying to escape.”

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another life - carl grimes

warnings: BIG SPOILERS. s8, cute fluffy things at first, angst-ish, sad, sad, normal walking dead stuff, mentions of death, lots and lots of tears. 1.6k words

“where’s carl?” you asked michonne as you walked up the stairs of their porch. she looked like she was going somewhere.

“he’s upstairs. you need anything?” you smiled and shook your head. “no, just wanna see him.” she walked down the porch. “where are you going?” she didn’t answer she just kept walking.

i opened the door to the house calling out for carl. “carl.” i drug out the ‘l’ in his name. shutting the door behind me i made my way up the stairs.

“y/n?” he rounded the corner. your boyfriends face coming into view. “what’re you up to, pretty boy?” i smiled brightly at him. we went into his room. “i was just washing up.” he sat on the floor moving what looked like envelopes.

“i missed you.” i sat on his lap, straddling him. i threw my hands around his neck and pecked his lips. “i missed you too.” his hands fell onto my hips.

“you’re very pretty, y’know that?” he was always so sweet, no matter what’s happening. “shut up, grimes.” you said pushing yourself off his lap, causing him to wince.

“did i hurt you? i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” he shook his head standing up. “no, no you didn’t hurt me.” if i didn’t hurt him why’d he sound like he was hurt.

“come here.” i said reaching my hands out. he took my hands with a confused face. i took his shirt into my hand and started to unbutton it, he pulled back.

“what are you doing?” i tried to take his shirt back into my hands but he backed away again. “i wanna see if you’re hurt. you said i didn’t hurt you but you sounded like it hurt.”

he shook his head. “it’s just a scratch from a run, i’m fine.” he buttoned his shirt back up. “let me see it, please carl.” he sighed and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt. lifting it to see a bandage placed there.

“that looks pretty big for just a scratch.” you carefully peeled back the bandage. you looked up at carl whose eyes were tearing up.

“carl.” he had a walker bite under the bandage. “why didn’t you tell me?” you looked up through your teary eyes.

“i didn’t want y’all to spend the last moments of my life treating me like i’m fragile.” i pulled him into a hug. “you should’ve told me, we could’ve spent all day doing your favorite things.” i pushed myself away from him and wiped my tears.

he was dying and he didn’t tell me, he didn’t tell anyone. if i knew this was time last time i would see him i would’ve done something special.

“i just didn’t want you, or anyone treating me differently.” i reached out and buttoned his shirt back up.

“you know me, baby. i would’ve treated you the same of you wanted me to. i wish you would’ve told me.” he wiped the tears from my eyes.

“i love you.” he kissed my forehead. “i love you too, carl. i will always love you.” i laid my head in the crook of his neck. we stayed like that for a while.

eventually we got into his bed, just laying there. “what were those envelopes?” you looked up at him. his finger’s tracing circles on your skin.

“letters for everyone.” the silence after that was all that i needed to know what was in the letters. “i’m gonna miss you, y’know.” he looked down at me. “your cute smile, the way you actually listen, brushing out your rats nest you like to call hair.” you pulled on a strand of his hair.

a weak smile tugging at your lips. “this isn’t fair.” your voice breaks slightly as you push his hair out of his face. “we were supposed to grow up together and get married and have kids.” he rubs your back as you cry in his arms.

you and carl grew up together. y’all were best friends since birth, then the apocalypse happened. the walkers crowded the streets and carl and lori came to your door. y’all have been together since then, never leaving each others side.

once y’all got to the prison that’s when y’all started to notice the feelings y’all had. you never acted on it until after you thought you were safe in alexandria.

you and carl had started dating shortly after y’all had settled down in alexandria. you’ve been even more inseparable after that.

“i know, life isn’t fair sometimes.”

we woke up at the sound of someone talking. it was way too loud to be just outside. we got up quickly and went outside to see what the noise was.

“negan.” he said before going around alexandria getting the people to the safe spot in the sewer.

“go y/n. you need to be with them when this all goes down, you need to be safe.” you look at him in disbelief. “no. no way! i’m coming with you, carl. no matter what you say.”

negan started to launch fire into alexandria. you and carl made it to the sewers and climbed in. carl wasn’t looking very good, he was burning up and sweating bullets.

as soon as you got in he sat down and leaned against whatever was closest. rick and michonne were down there and they saw this.

they came over and asked what was wrong. you looked away tears in your eyes. rick and michonne look at each other.

“i-i dont..” rick hesitated. “dad.” he shook his head and looked up at carl. “how..”

“dad.” carl cut him off once again. “it’s alright.” he took a breath before saying, “it’s gotta be.” carl eas holding back his tears. we all were.

“i wasn’t sure if you’d make it back before..” he stopped and panted. “but just in case y’know” he pulled the letters out of his pocket. “i wanted to make sure i was able to say goodbye.” he looks at me and i wipe one of my tears away.

rick shook his head. “no. it’s them. it’s them. they— they don’t..” he looks away. “it wasn’t..” he looks back at carl and michonne starts to cry. “carl.”

carl looks at his dad. “no.” rick says. “no.” carls eyes start to tear up. “i got bit.” his lips pressed into a thin line and he shakes his head. “i was bringing someone back. his names siddiq. we saw him at the gas station before…” his breathing becomes heavy. “it wasn’t the saviors.” he cries. “it just happened.”

rick looks down and you can hear the distant booming coming from above. michonne is shaking and i’m beside carl crying. “i got bit.”

everyone had exited the sewer and rick, michonne, carl and you had gone up to an empty building. they laid him on the floor and he was breathing heavily.

“thanks for…for getting me here.” he weakly said. “i’m sorry. i just.. i didn’t— i didn’t want you out there.” carl shakes his head. “no..no for getting me here. for—for making it so i could be who—who i wound up.”

his breathing became shallow and we all silently cried. i held his hand. “back at the prison…when we got attacked. there was a kid, a little older than me. he had a gun, he was— he was starting to out it down and then i—i shot him.” he shook his head. “and i..i just..i shot him…i think about him. what i did to him and how—how easy it was to just..kill him.”

rick tilted his head. “carl, no…no” he cries, “what happened, what you’d lost..” he cries. “all those things you had to..” he sniffles. “all those things you had to do..you—you—you were just—you were just a boy.” carl shakes his head. “and you saw it. what it did. how—how easy it got.”

“thats why you changed..why you brought those people from woodbury in..you brought them in, and we all lived together. we were enemies. you put away your gun. you did it so i could change, so i could be who i am now.” he cries softly.

“what you did then, how you— how you stopped fighting..it was right. it still is.” he shook his head. “it can be like that again. you can still be like that again.” his voice cracked.

“i cant be who i was. its different now.” carl took a big breath. “you cant kill all of em’ dad. theres gotta be something after. for you…and for them.” michonne looks at rick. “theres gotta be something after. i know.. you can’t see it yet..how it could be.” he swallows. “but i have..” carl describes the future that he sees for everyone.

“carl, it was all for you.” he frowns slightly. “right from the start. back in atlanta, the farm—everything i did, it was for you.” he repositioned himself. “then, at the prison, it was for you and judith. it still is, its gonna be. and nothing—nothing is gonna change that.”

he exhaled. “i want this for you, dad.” rick cried. “i’m gonna make it real, carl. i promise. i’m gonna make it real.”

carl silently sobbed and looked at michonne and then at me. “i love you.” i put a hand on the side of his face. “i love you too, y/n, we’ll be together again in another life.” a tear rolled down my cheek. i gave his hand a light squeeze and then everything went silent.

the last words i heard from carl. my world shattered to pieces that day, the world ended again.

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Should i do a twd incorrect quotes involving my oc based on things said from me and my friends in various out of context moments?

Loving you- Carl grimes x poc reader

So this is my first time writing a fanfic so bare with me :)- Jessie

Warnings: angst, self lothing, depression, running away, zombies, death, no happy ending, afab reader

'It was pouring rain the day that it happened. Curly hair sticking to my dark skin as I hold my knees. What do I feel? Why do I love him? Why can't I stop loving him? It was supposed to be a good day, but on our anniversary of all days, I caught him with her once again. Her hand touching his beautiful locks the way I do, his laugh, his smile, his hat? Why was she wearing his hat? She doesn't know about me. No one does. We decided to keep it secret. I decided to keep it secret. You wanted to tell the world I wasn't ready to commit to titles. Looking back at it now, it was idiotic hiding you. Hiding us. I felt like next to you I don't belong. I'm not pretty, I'm not smart, maybe. Maybe I should disappear. Would you even miss me, my love? If I were gone. Without a trace. I pondered that as I arrived home. Losing Glenn has left a toll on my home and he was like a brother to me. Now he's gone, Maggie is pregnant. I was never good with babies. I was terrible with Judith. I thought you were amazing at it. One day you will make a great father. Enid would be a great mother. I don't hate her. I don't hate you. Well, maybe I hate her. I saw how happy you were with her and it always got under my skin. I stand packing my bags now. I know if I speak to you, I will calm down. Carl, you will take me in your arms and kiss me, making it better. Is it wrong that is what I want? To have you kiss me and make it better. Make the way I feel go away. I didn't take everything. I left my brothers' varsity jacket. It kept me warm all these years. I can still see him wearing it, throwing that football around. God, I used to be so mad at him growing up. Now I just miss him... I figured it brought me comfort after he was gone from my hands, in which I had to give him mercy from the monsters in our world. It will give you comfort as I find mercy from the monsters in my head. Loving you was the one thing I did right. It was wild and insane and when you lost your eye, I nearly died. I spent all my time worrying, but now you're safe.... I am leaving safely to go out in the world. By now, I have probably kissed you on the lips and said good night....you had no clue I would be gone in the morning.... it's not your fault. I know you blame yourself for the world's problems. Do not, my love.  I wanted this.

Forever yours, Y/N'

Carl looked over the letter for the third time, a look of panic on his face. He knew his girlfriend was always quick to react without thinking things through. As he grabbed his gun and gathered Michonne, Daryl, and Rick, he ran in search of his lover, his light, his life. Carl lost so much but he never expected her, his y/n, his darling, his baby, the reason he still fought as Carl searched, he stopped as he stepped on something. A pool of blood. The male turned to see drag marks. The air caught in his throat as he walked closer to see the bones. Bones everywhere, blood, bones, her clothes, her hair, bloated zombies...3 of them so fat they could not move, blood all over them, all over the scene, her curly locks in their mouths with hunks of flesh and scalp still that they could not swallow. His y/n.....

"Loving you was the best thing I did. You are probably with my mother now. God I'm a mess...how can I live like this? I will never see your smile again? Your curls bounce as you run? The sun in your hair!? That chip in your tooth from when you tripped on your feet at the prison?! Big brown eyes staring at me so lovingly!? Come back! Please! I'm sorry! Im sorry!" The male screamed at the cross in front of him, tears running down his face "Please.... I'm never gonna stop loving you." He whispered as he sat over the grave knowing there was nothing in the dirt below.

I hope you liked it!!! It was my first time doing this kinda thing:)-Jessie

Incorrect quotes but its just me and my friends out of context featuring my oc

Rick- hey how your doing?

Jessie (my oc)- im fine

Carl- *confused looking at his girlfriend*

Jessie- *2 minutes ago*