Be Loyal To What Matters.

time? Probably 12hrs

“Arthur!”

The man turned where he stood, grabbing himself a bottle of beer from the crate, and grinned at the sight of you. Your blue dress was stained with dirt and grass from a full day of chores, but you were still the finest lady he had ever laid eyes on. 

You took another mouthful of whiskey from the bottle in your hand, now almost empty from the rounds it had made around camp, and staggered over to him. Arthur couldn’t help the look of amusement on his face. You looked like a baby animal learning to walk, tripping over your own feet. 

“My lady,” he sighed, his eyes soft with adoration. 

“Oooh, a lady huh?” you laughed, finally reaching him. “You’ll make me blush.”

Arthur held his arms out on instinct, knowing you would fall right into his chest. He gripped his beer in one hand and used the other to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer and holding you against him. Your chest was pressed up against his and you tilted your head back, grinning up at him. 

He looked down at you with a similar expression, but you could barely see his eyes beneath his hat. 

“Hello, handsome,” you cooed. 

“Now I know you’re drunk,” Arthur laughed, his cheeks growing red.

“Shhh,” you frowned. “You are handsome, I won’t hear anythin’ different.”

“Well, I know better than to argue with you, woman.”

You reached up with your free hand, grabbing his hat and plopping it down on your head. Now that you could see him properly, you ran your hand over his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his chin. Arthur nestled into your touch without a second thought, relishing in your warmth. Then, your hand travelled up to run through his hair, smoothing it out and brushing it away from his face. It was growing a little longer than he usually allowed, but it had been too busy to make a stop anywhere for a barber just yet.

Arthur looked down at you with an adoring gaze, his lips quirking at your glossy eyes and droopy eyelids. Whenever you drank too much, you always became more affectionate than usual, and although Arthur was normally very shy in the camp, he indulged in it whenever it happened. 

“Where you been all day, huh?” you asked, still staring up at him.

Arthur managed to pull his hand up and take a mouthful of his beer before settling his arm back around you.

“Chasing some leads for Dutch,” he sighed. “Went on a lot longer than I thought.”

“I missed you,” you admit, reaching up to press a kiss to his stubbly chin. “Feel like I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Mm, missed you too darlin’,” he returned, running his hand up your back soothingly.

It had been a rough couple of days for the gang, hence the night of celebration tonight. You had finally found a place to lay low for a while, taking the time to set up a proper camp and eat a proper meal for a change. It had been such a nice day setting the place up, all you had been missing was Arthur. 

You pulled the whiskey back up to your lips, making a face as you swallowed down the burning liquid, frowning once you realised it was now empty. 

“Let me take that,” he chuckled, stealing the glass bottle away and setting it down on one of the empty barrels. 

With both hands now free, you reached up to cup his face and stare at him. If anyone else made such eye contact with Arthur, he would have either become very irritated or very self-conscious. But you were the exception. You were the only exception, for him.

“Y’know, I think…” you trailed off, a smile taking over your lips, following by a soft and innocent chuckled. 

Arthur shook his head, holding you tight. He always loved seeing you like this. You were so carefree and happy, so relaxed and content. It made him think of you both as two dumb teenagers, too caught up in one another to think of anything else.

“Mm? What you thinkin’ about? Enlighten me, sweetheart.”

You grinned up at him, your hands now settling against his chest.

“I think you should kiss me, cowboy.”

You could feel his heart beating a little faster beneath your touch.

“That so?” he smirked. 

“Uh huh,” you giggled. “I think I deserve a kiss.”

“Mm, I think soo, too.”

Arthur lifted one hand, removing his hat from your head and tossing it onto the wooden stump by your side. You knew your hair was a mess now, but it didn’t matter. Not once his hands snaked their way around the back of your neck and slid up into your curls, pulling your lips to his. 

For such a dangerous man who instilled fear into almost everyone he met, Arthur Morgan was the most gentle man you ever had the pleasure of knowing. His lips were soft against yours, but firm enough to let you know just how he truly felt. No one else had the privilege of knowing this side of him, and you were the only person he wanted for the rest of his life. 

You smiled into it as he dragged it out, one hand on your waist bending you into his hips as he chased your mouth, dipping you backward. You hands were around his neck, hanging on. 

“Oh, don’t make us see all that!” Bill complained as he walked by.

The others laughed, teasing Bill instead and letting you have your moment. The women cheered and giggled at the display, and you knew Arthur would be feeling slightly embarrassed, but it didn’t stop him one bit. In fact, the kiss deepened for another moment, and by the time you broke apart, you had no breath left in your lungs.

Arthur just grinned at you as your eyes slowly fluttered open as if you were just waking up again, completely dazed and disoriented. You stuttered out a few words that barely made sense.

“That…that was…” 

“The kind of kiss you were lookin’ for?”

“Mm, more than,” you agreed, pecking at his lips once again. “You should do that more often.”

You had been trying to avoid Arthur all day and although it was a small camp, you had managed to do so well enough. Arthur noticed, though. It was hard not to. Every time he moved nearby, you hurried away. When you sat at the table to drink your coffee, you saw his boots approaching from beneath your hat, and you gulped down the whole cup before making your way over to the wash area.

Since returning to camp the evening before, you had been doing your best to keep to yourself. You told the others you needed some rest, hiding away in your tent for the rest of the night. You had been doing well so far, keeping yourself busy with chores around camp, brushing down your horse and washing your clothes in the river nearby. But Arthur was no fool, as much as he proclaimed to be. 

You were sitting by a wagon on the edge of camp when you heard him approaching. With your hat pulled down low on your face, you could barely tell if he was looking at you, but you could see the frustration clear on his face. Before you had a chance to jump up from your position, he let out a long sigh and shook his head. 

“If you start walkin’ away again, I’m just gon’ follow you,” he shrugged, resting his hands on his belt. “So how ‘bout you spare us both the trouble instead of runnin’ off again?”

To Know: wife!reader is shorter than Arthur , fluff and fluff only mwuah

When Arthur came back to the camp from the mayor's party in St Denis, you were all over him. His hair was combed, his suit was tailored nicely, everything you didn't think your mud loving husband could become.

He came back a few hours after dinner and you gasped at the mere sight of him. "Who is this handsome, proper and dressed up fellow?" You gush, walking up to him to adjust his blazer. He chuckles as a response, standing still so you could admire him longer. "Your husband, ma'am." He clears his throat and plays along, ears warm and stomach tingly from the sudden affection.

"Ah! And you combed!" You gush even more, pulling his tall stature down to press kisses all over his face, tickled by his stubble. And he squints everytime you brush your lips near his eyes. You're just not used to seeing him all cleaned up for a party, the last time you did was your wedding and unfortunately, it only lasted for a while!

"Get a room." John sneers as he walks past the two of you. You finally stop kissing him and cup his face gently. You were about to say something again but the setting was just perfect. Javier was singing and playing his guitar, and everyone in camp was either getting ready for bed or dancing with one another.

"I would love to be danced by a suited man once in a while." You grin cheekily, tip toeing your fingers up his shoulder. He laughs as a response, quick to grab your hands on his shoulder to bring you closer to the source of the music.

You both swung with each other, danced left and right, maybe stepped on one another's foot once or twice and tracked dirt all over his expensive dress pants. But at least you had a great time with the love of your life. And it's not often you see your husband in a clean getup!

"It ain't that complicated!"

Word Count : 1.3k (a little guy) Summary : You and Arthur have a private evening away from camp on the Dakota River. Warnings/tags : Cursing, unprotected piv, talk of nudity (both male and female), cursing, reader can swim, s3x in the river, established relationship, set in chapter 3

The Dakota River was now your favorite place to be at sunset. The cool breeze coming off the sparkling water, your body cushioned by the bed of grass. The way the setting sun cast a golden light over everything it touched.

Getting away from the gang for a while had been Arthur’s greatest idea yet. After all that mess in Valentine had led you to Clemens point. Sat on the east coast of Flat Iron lake, near the town of Rhodes. Getting eaten alive by mosquitos while the heat of the Scarlett Meadows sun beat down on you.

And although you thought maybe a room in Rhodes would have been a better way to keep each other company, you couldn’t beat this view.

dutch is convinced the 5G is ruining our brains, covid vaccines are just microchips, all the right wing conspiracy theories are correct. he owns a flip phone and uses t9 word to communicate. texts that arthur and john receive look like this “COME HOME SON. ND 2 TLK ABT PLAN. DO NOT REPLY”

hosea has an ipad, a kindle, a laptop, a home PC, and alexa echo, an amazon fire tv, a smart fridge, etc. he is actually one of those old guys who accidentally went viral one time on tiktok and he has a loyal following

the video that went viral was jack recording the fight that broke out in camp between hosea and bill. that video got over 1 million views and everyone loved it

jack helped hosea make his own tiktok account and he immediately gained followers overnight

arthur is the “hot son” who doesn’t like to be on hosea’s tiktoks. arthur always turns his back when hosea tries to include him in the videos

john is the other son that actually wants to be on camera but Half of hosea’s comments are “where’s the hot cowboy, we don’t want the greasy one”

sean pretends to be a twitch streamer and only plays truck simulator or untitled goose game. he has about 300 viewers and he gets money just because of his accent

charles has a facebook but it hasn’t been updated since 2009. his profile picture is a stock photo he found online of a bison with one of those BLM frames around it. his youtube recommendations are just asmr pottery making videos

bill gets into fights on reddit constantly. moderators have banned him from almost every subreddit he has joined, except for two sentence horror stories. he loves that subreddit too much so he leaves it alone

lenny has 76 unopened text messages from the last 6 months. his gmail account has over 20k emails

trelawny loves snapchat. he loves a multi part snapchat story rant from the inside of his tesla, while he is wearing the cat ears filters. he sets the tesla to auto pilot so he can use both his hands to speak and record and animate the retelling of the “bullshit from the starbucks drive thru”

javier is strictly android

tilly is strictly apple

kieran got a hand me down blackberry phone and still uses it to this day. no one understands how it still works

ok well that’s it