Chapters: 37/?
Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms, Fear The Walking Dead - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Troy Otto/Original Female Character(s), Troy Otto/Original Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Troy Otto, Jake Otto, Blake Sarno, Cooper (Fear The Walking Dead), Alicia Clark, Nick Clark, Madison Clark (Fear the Walking Dead), Jeremiah Otto, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Explicit Language, Revenge, Emotional Manipulation, Blood and Violence, Slow Romance, Complicated Relationships, Manipulative Relationship, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Romance, Platonic Relationships, Developing Relationship, Unhealthy Relationships, Racism, Survival, Fear the Walking Dead (TV) Season 3, Dysfunctional Family, Family Issues
Series: Part 4 of Fear the Walking Dead | T. Otto
Summary:
"Troy, stop," Cristine demanded. She didn't look at him, not even when she felt him cage her entirely between the door and himself, arms at either side of her body with his hands pressing into the door. Her eyes fluttered from the building pressure in her sockets. The upper corner of her lips twitched from holding back her urge to scream and cry at the same time.
Troy saw it all in front of him like a recorded movie and whispered, "not until you tell me the truth. Say that I'm right." Cristine didn't say anything for a long time and didn't want to argue, not when she wasn't sure what it would mean if she would fold under Troy's pressure and admit it. The familiar streak in his voice made her breath hitch. It was the tone that balanced on the fringe of reason and excited madness. Cristine bit her lower lip and glared at the floor. She didn't want to talk about this anymore, not when emotions started to run high and the thread of reason and insanity blurred. It was like toppling into the depth of everything dark and perverse of waiting to swallow them both whole with imminent ruin and self-destruction.
