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Sitting on the back of the truck, your eyes stared up at the cloudless sky. You felt tiny compared to the beautiful vast sky littered with stars, a gentle breath left the pair of lips beside you reminding you that you weren’t alone.  Turning to look at Troy, you grinned softly; his hand reached out and took hold of yours as his other arm slipped under your neck. “I didn’t have you pegged for a romantic.” You commented as you snuggled closer to him on the blanket you shared on the back of the flat bed truck. “Well you know, I’d like to think I’m actually rather charming. Your people might not like me, but I am charming, you have to admit that.” He commented causing you to giggle. “I guess you are. You’ve won me over at least.”

Troy’s fingers ran through your hair; before he leaned down to kiss you. You understood the tension between him and the others, but when you had such a connection with someone, how could you refuse what your heart wanted? You returned the kiss, almost instantly, it was soft, sweet and there was no sign of that man who the Clarks met the first time. There was something about Troy, even if he was a lost and damaged soul; you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting him. He broke the kiss first, his thumb stroking your cheek as he pulled his lips away only an inch from yours.

“What?” You found yourself asking as he looked down at you. “It’s just…” He let out a gentle sigh. “Just what exactly Troy?” You questioned, watching him sit up. Sighing, you sat up to, your hand moving to his. “You’re the first person in a very long time, that I’ve felt actually cares about me… it scares me.”  Your hand held onto his slightly tighter, as your other hand moved to touch his arm. “Troy, I can’t be the only person who cares about you, I mean what about Jake, and what about your Dad?” There was a soft scoff from Troy, who turned to look at you, his head shook softly. “My dad sent me away; he gets worried about the place and what I’m going to do. Jake… he has no choice, he can’t leave anymore, not like he did before this happened.”

A gentle sigh escaped your lips; you never realized just how much Troy was hurting. His eyes looked away from you, up to the stars. “Troy.” You uttered gently, moving to kneel up. “Troy look at me, please.” You turned his head to look at you, a gentle expression in your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, honestly it scares me how much I’ve come to care about you since we first met, but I do and I’ve put you before the people I’ve called my family… and I’m not going to stop now.” Was it the Apocalypse that was causing this, or was it finding someone that you actually felt as if you couldn’t be without? You weren’t sure, but it really didn’t matter, you couldn’t be without Troy, even if it wasn’t love, it could be one day.

There was complete silence between the pair of you for a few moments, Troy just staring at you, as if he had no idea what to say. “I care about you too, I’d… I’d do anything to protect you.” It sounded so romantic, so sweet. But was it really, yes, you were sure it was. “Y/N.” He uttered softly, leaning in to you, causing you to lean in too to meet his lips, and kissing you passionately. Your arms moved to instantly wrap around his neck, as his hands rested on your hips. It was a few moments later that he broke the kiss, his lips moved to your jaw, and down your neck, hitting the sweet spot near your collar bone, causing a gentle moan to leave your lips. “Troy.” You gasped as he pulled you closer and you felt his member pressing against you through his pants.

You didn’t need to talk, as your eyes met each other’s, no one needed to say a word, you both knew what was about to happen. Both pairs of hands moved quickly as lips crashed against each other’s once again. Hands unbuttoned pants, as shoes were being kicked off, and pants and underwear being removed in sudden desperation. His hands gripped onto your hips as you’d finally shed enough clothes, climbing on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he lined up with your entrance and thrust inside you, giving you both the relief you needed.  “Troy.” His name left your lips in a soft moan as he started to thrust inside of you, his hands moving up to lace with yours and move up to rest above your head. His lips met yours as the pair of you shared such an intimate moment under a starlit sky, with just the sounds of grunts and moans breaking the beautiful silence of the ranch.

Breathing soon steadied, as you lay wrapped in each other’s arms, legs tangled together and a blanket covering the pair of you. Glancing up at Troy, you found a smile spreading across your lips. “Are you okay?” He questioned, causing you to smile and nod. “Yeah, I am.” You were more than happy right now, you felt rather complete. It was strange how just hearing that he cared for you and how you cared for him made everything feel so much better. “I should get back soon.” You sighed, as you moved to rest on his chest. “Why?” Troy asked in hardly a whisper. But you couldn’t answer; you didn’t know why you had to go back.

You weren’t sure what time it was, when you eventually gave in and fell asleep in his arms. But as you woke up, the cool fresh air hit your face and caused a shiver to run through your body. Lifting your head, you saw the light gradually getting lighter and lighter. “Morning.” Looking down at Troy, he grinned as he looked up at you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him; he looked very cute in the morning, his eyes all sleepy, his hair a mess. “Morning.” You replied, as he sat up to meet you and give you a morning kiss. “That was some night.” He uttered, causing you to laugh. “A good night.” He nodded in agreement, his fingers reaching up and tucking a stray hair out of your face.

Finally taking in the area, you noticed people were already up, getting ready for the day. You couldn’t help but laugh, it was like a return to reality, now that there were others around. “Come on, let’s go.” You said slipping your shoes on, before climbing out of the back of the truck. Looking back at Troy, you realized he was staring. “What?” You questioned curiously. “Nothing.” He replied, chuckling, slipping on his shoes and jumping out. “Liar.” You returned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m just not sure I’m ready to let you go yet.” He admitted, causing you to grin. “We’ll have breakfast together, alright?” He nodded softly, kissing your head. “I better get back to the house.” He said with a gentle sigh.

Watching him drive off, you couldn’t help but smile. Did last night really happen, it did and nothing was going to stop you from smiling right now. “Y/N!” Turning you saw Alicia, and grinned softly, waving. “Morning, are you just getting back from Bible study?” You questioned, to which you got a nod. “Wow, didn’t put you as a religious nut.” To which Alicia laughed as you both started to walk back toward the cabin. “It’s more drink and get high than anything.” She explained, causing you to laugh. “Oh, so basically I missed out on a party?” Seeing her nod, you grinned. “Well, I’m going to have to think about maybe going sometime to one of those.”

You chose to not tell Alicia about what happened last night, you both changed and cleaned up, before making your way to breakfast, you didn’t dare look at Madison, who you could tell was glaring because you’d been out all night, when Nick had come home. Good thing she wasn’t your mother really, letting out a sigh you left before the rest, not wanting to have to have to deal with the looks of anger from her and the painful silence from Nick. Arriving at breakfast, you instantly said hi to a few of the people as you started to gather some food, and a good cup of coffee, before leaving the tent. Noticing Troy sat at a table, you paused for a moment seeing as he was with his soldier buddies, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. But seeing him glance up, and grin, then wave you over, you knew he wanted you there.

“Hey.” He said with a grin as you sat down. “Hey.” His arm instantly wrapped around you, his lips moved to kiss you softly. “Guys, please we’ve not finished eating yet.” One of the guys commented causing you to chuckle. You didn’t notice Alicia or Nick arrive, as you sat eating and talking to Troy and his friends. You felt at home here, you felt like this was the right place for you. “ Everybody, listen up, please. I just got updated on Outpost Alpha. McCarthy and his unit went out 36 hours ago, and we ain't heard nothing back. Could mean a hundred things, 99 of them benign. But we always got to prepare for the one-off. Troy here is gonna take a party out, but we're gonna need volunteers.”

You looked toward Troy as they spoke. “I’m coming with you.” You told him instantly. Troy shook his head as his father started to say names. “No, you’re not Y/N. I don’t want you to come out there and be in danger.” You found yourself scoffing. “Troy, I’ve looked after myself this far. I can do this.” As Jeremiah said Madison’s name, your hand shot up, your eyes not leaving Troy’s as you did. “And Y/N. All right, everybody, enjoy your meal. ” You looked at Troy, as you waited for him to speak; he let out a sigh and then leaned in. “Fine, but you stay close, do you understand?” You smiled softly and nodded, leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips. “I promise.”

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A sudden gasp left your lips as you sat up, his name leaving your lips as you hugged your blankets in the darkness. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down the back of your neck, you hated it. The dream left you feeling rather shaky, fears coming to the front of your mind. Glancing toward Nick’s bed and then Alicia’s, to check to make sure you’d not woken either of them up. If it had however been you and Alicia in this room, you’d have gone to her, but unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen. Lying back down, you stared up at the bunk bed above you and sighed. Closing your eyes once again you attempted to calm yourself and settle back down to sleep.

The nightmares continued through the night, it seemed every time you close your eyes you would see the dead coming toward you and two paths one with Troy and one with Nick and the rest of the Clarks. Each time you picked a way to go, you never made it, you never got to who you chose. They were upon you, the undead took you down and while you screamed for help, no one ever came to help you. Each time you reached out for one of a groups you found yourself shooting awake, no matter how many times you lay back and closed your eyes after clearing your mind, it was still there happening the same each time.

As morning came, you gave up and got up. A shower and change of clothes came before sitting outside the cabin waiting for the rest of them to rise. It was too late to watch the sunrise, but you were still able to watch the color strip from the sky and turn a beautiful bright blue. “Hey, what are you doing out here?” Looking over your shoulder, you grinned slightly. “Morning Alicia.” You said with a grin as she took a seat beside you. “How are you?” Watching her shrug said it all, she was struggling and you didn’t blame her. Travis dying in front of her and a helicopter crash must’ve been stressful.

Reaching over, you put your arm around her and hugged her tightly. Kissing her on the temple you smiled softly. “It’s going to be alright.” Before either of you could say anything further, the door opened and Madison and Nick appeared. “There is a meeting this morning before breakfast; we better head over there before we are late.” Getting up, you dusted down your behind and made your way with the rest of the family. You couldn’t help but wonder if Madison or Alicia had noticed the tension between you and Nick.

You still hadn’t spoken, especially after he held a gun up at Troy yesterday, it made you angry and you couldn’t forgive him for everything he’d done. Taking a seat next to Alicia, you watched the Otto family move to the front and listened as Jeremiah spoke about Charlie and about how this meeting was to remember her. Your eyes moved to Charlie’s mother as she spoke, you could feel your heart breaking for her. This was the second funeral you’d been to in a matter of months. Thomas’ was a little bit more beautiful than this one, but then with no body and no grave you could understand why this wasn’t like that other one.

As Madison stood up your eyes drifted to Troy for a moment, then down to your hands. You started to fiddle with the cuff of your plaid shirt; the thought of everyone who had died so far was painful. Your parents appeared in your mind once again, your chest ached and tears appeared in your eyes. Feeling a hand touch yours, you looked up at Alicia and gave her a weak smile. “Are you okay?” She mouthed, causing you to nod softly. It might’ve been a lie right now, but it was what you were sure Alicia needed to hear, she needed you to be strong for her right now and that was what you were going to do.

Getting up as it finished, you glanced at Troy thinking he was coming toward you but instead he moved past without so much as a look. Biting down on your lip, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d done something. Making your way to get something to eat with Madison, and Alicia, your mind started to race. How could you of done something wrong? You were deep in thought until someone grabbed your attention, listening to the girl as she spoke about you and Alicia coming to bible study, you smiled weakly. “Thank you for the invite, but it’s really not my sort of thing.” You explained moving away and taking a seat to eat. Looking at the plate you let out a sigh, you weren’t hungry and you doubted you were going to be.

“You should eat, if you want to keep your strength up.” Looking up at the voice, you offered a polite smile. “I’ll be okay… you’re Jake right, Troy’s brother?” He gave you a smile and nodded. “Yeah I’m his big brother, you’re Y/N.” Biting the inside of your lip, you let out a sigh. “I’m sorry for your loss.” You’d heard from Alicia that he was close to Charlie, saying you were sorry for his loss seemed to be the right thing to do right now. “Thanks. I heard you and Troy are getting close.” You shrugged, your eyes travelling down to the eggs on your plate and pushing them around. “I guess.”

Without another word, Jake sat down and tucked into his food. “He’s not a saint my brother, but he’s been through a lot and he likes to push people. I’m not going to tell you to stop seeing him, he’s my brother and you know I do want him to be happy. But I am going to warn you that you’ll have your hands full.” Eating a piece of toast, you shrugged your shoulders. “Thanks Jake, but…” Jake nodded. “I know, it’s your relationship and all, but I have to look out for my brother, and more importantly the people of this ranch… including you.” Letting out what seemed to be the millionth sigh that morning, what was the actual motive behind this talk? Was he here because of Madison or Nick maybe? Or was this him actually being here for his brother? “I just… thanks for the warning Jake.”

Finishing your food, you return your things and made your way back into the cabin. Stopping dead, you heard voices inside, raising an eyebrow you leaned closer listening to Troy and Madison talking. “Everything that I do is in service of this place.” Pressing your ear against the door, you listened hoping not to push the door open. “Does your father believe that?” You moved away for a moment, swallowing hard not understanding what was going on between them. Leaning back over, you listened again. “You understand me. That’s why I picked you. But I didn’t pick Nick.” Madison was confusing, what was she up to exactly? “He comes with me. Package Deal. What about Y/N, did you pick her Troy?”

You found yourself swallowing hard as you listened to him. “Why were you separated? Why was he with strangers and not his family? He doesn’t deserve his place. I think you know it.” He didn’t answer about you. “He’ll earn it. What about Y/N? Did you pick her?” Maybe it was time to walk inside? You weren’t sure, did he actually pick you or were you here for no reason? “I chose her, I asked her to come here myself. Don’t start making it look as if there are problems, where there aren’t any.” Troy’s words caused you to swallow; did that mean he wanted you here then? “I asked after you jammed a spoon in my eye Madison, even with one I could see she was something special. Shame Nick can’t, really isn’t it?” Slowly you moved and pulled the door open, stepping inside and looking between the two of them. “What’s going on?”

“Troy was just leaving, weren’t you Troy.” Troy looked at Madison and then turned to walk away. “That was made this morning, Troy.” Watching him make the bed, you found yourself wondering once again if you’d done something wrong. He didn’t even look at you as he walked out and shut the door behind you, letting out a breath in frustration; you turned your head to look at Madison. “What was that about?” You weren’t sure if you were angry, or annoyed, or confused anymore. Things here were getting strange and with Troy ignoring you, Nick and you not talking, all you had left were Madison and Alicia.

“I want you to stay away from Troy Y/N; I know I’m not your mother. But I think it would be best.” Staring at her, you blinked as your eyebrows rose in confusion.  “What was that about Madison?” You asked once again. “I’m trying to get to know the Otto family, the more we know, the more of a chance we have against them.” Nodding slowly, you bit your lip a little as you contemplated what she said. “Surely then me getting close to Troy would help then?” Madison shook her head. “We don’t know what sets him off.” Madison spoke causing you to raise an eyebrow. “He doesn’t seem like that with me.” You responded. “He tried to kill Nick; he tried to kill Travis, and Luciana.”

The moment between the two of you was getting heated, the pair of you were getting frustrated and honestly this was the first time the pair of you had ever blown up against each other. Madison and Nick fighting, yeah that was normal, Alicia and Madison fighting, that was almost normal. But you and Madison, she wasn’t your mother; she wasn’t even a mother figure to you. She was just your best friend’s mother, nothing more. “No, that wasn’t by his hand, or his orders. That was his men, and not him.” You responded shaking your head. “He tried to kill Travis!” You pushed your hair out of your face, finding yourself getting frustrated. “Troy only did that to protect his men.” Before another word was spoken, Madison raised her hand and struck you across the face.

Moving your hand to touch your cheek, you looked up at her and shook your head. Turning you walked out quickly slamming the door behind you. “Y/N, hey.” Your cheek was throbbing; your eyes were staring to sting as you attempted to fight the tears forming in your eyes, you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. “Y/N!” Feeling Troy’s hand grab your arm, you turned to look at him. “What do you want Troy?” You asked attempting not to snap at him. “What’s wrong?” Pulling your arm away you shook your head. “Nothing.” You utter, folding your arms across your chest to create some space between the two of you. “Y/N…” He said softly, his soft tone caught you off guard. Looking up at him, it was clear that you were surprised by his gentle tone.

Watching him as he took a step closer, you felt his fingers against your cheek. Your eyes closed for a moment as he touched you, letting out a sigh, your arms dropped letting him come closer. You looked up at him as he ran his fingers over the redness on your cheek, his palm touching you tenderly. “What happened?” You could feel your heart thumping, he was different somehow. You couldn’t understand why Madison was so against him. “It’s nothing.” You uttered, looking away from him. “Did Madison do this?” You nodded your head ever so slightly, his fingers brushing down your face to behind your head as he brought his lips closer to yours.

“I’m sorry.” His words seemed sincere, you weren’t sure just how sincere he was but he did sound it. “I have to get to work.” You whispered as his lips brushed against yours. “So? Can’t we have some fun first? Cheer you up?” Feeling him pulling you closer, you smiled a little wrapping your arms around him, but then shook your head as his lips brushed over your jaw. “I need to work Troy, I don’t want them thinking that I’m lazy or just not doing work because of you.” Troy let out a laugh, his hands moving down to your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Don’t be silly, come on. Let’s just have a little time together.” You shook your head; leaning in you pressed your lips against his and smiled. “I’m going to go and work; maybe we can do something later.”

Pulling yourself away, you glanced back at him with a small grin tugging at your lips as you made your way toward the fields. You’d signed up to do farming, you had no idea what exactly what you were doing but if you could help well you would help and you figured growing something would feel rather rewarding. Looking up as you walked through the ranch, you noticed Nick and Alicia up ahead and found yourself wanting to avoid them as much as possible right now, with everything that was going on. You were starting to feel like you were no longer part of the group; you were in some strange place between both of the groups. You didn’t feel welcome in one and you certainly didn’t feel wanted in the other.

What were you meant to do?

Deep in the dirt, it was everywhere. But you didn’t mind, you were taking part and that was what mattered most right now. “Hey, Y/N.” Looking up at Troy, you let out a slight laugh and shook your head. “What do you want Otto?” You questioned standing up and looking at him. “Are you trying to play hard to get?” He questioned as you dusted yourself off. “I don’t know, maybe I am. I mean after this morning where you totally ignored me, it feels rather justified.” You responded with a shrug. Troy let out a groan, before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you close.”I have to go on a boar hunt tonight, do you want to come… or maybe meet me after?”

You found yourself smiling as your arms wrapped around his neck. “Why are you inviting me?” Troy’s hands moved around to rest on your butt as he pulled you flush against his body. “Well, you said you wanted to contribute.” He shrugged his shoulders. Letting your arms drop and rest on his shoulders, you looked into his eyes and shrugged. “I don’t know, there was me thinking you wanted to spend some time with me.” You found yourself smirking softly as Troy leaned in and rested his head against yours. “Maybe I do, and well if you’re already with me I won’t have to worry about having to find you after.”

The invite was interesting; you’d never been on a hunt before. “Maybe.” You teased, your fingers running up and down his arm. “I’m just not so sure your intentions are the purest Mr. Otto.” There was a soft chuckle from Troy’s lips as he leaned in and kissed your jaw. “That’s alright then, because they really aren’t.” He uttered, his lips moving to capture yours. Your bodies pressed even closer than before as the kiss deepened and became more intense, his hands groping your ass as your fingers ran through his hair. A small whimper of pleasure left you as he pulled your lip between his teeth. “People want me to stay away from you.” He uttered his lips moving to nibble on your ear lobe. “Don’t.” You muttered as your arms wrapped around him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You decided to go on the hunt, there was something about the way Troy asked you, and the way he’d told you so honestly that people wanted him to stay away from you that you realized that you didn’t want to be away from him. You finally started to feel as if you were finding your way in this place; it was refreshing to feel comfortable. Even if you and Troy didn’t know each other very well, it felt as if you were starting to settle already. There was more to Troy than meets the eye, but you knew that and it didn’t bother you too much. Wasn’t part of a relationship getting to know each other after all?

Moving through the evening with some of Troy’s men, you glanced around as you realized neither Nick nor Troy were anywhere to be seen. Moving away from group, you started to look for them, a worried expression appearing on your face as you searched for them. “Troy? Nick?” You called out, there was no response however. The sound of a gunshot echoing caused you to start to run, you found yourself fear the worst as you made your way in the direction of where the sound had come from.

Manic laughter filled the air as you got closer to the pair of them, your running slowed to a jog as you started to realize that it wasn’t just Nick laughing, it was Troy too. “We can be friends now.” You moved slowly over, your eyes looking between Troy and Nick. “What’s going on?” You asked as Troy pulled himself up and started to grab his papers. “Nothing.” Nick was the first to speak; you couldn’t help but look at Nick with a curious look on your face. You always thought you knew when he was lying, but you weren’t really sure. “We were just sorting our differences.” Troy explained stuffing his journal into his pocket and coming to reassure you. “We’re fine.” He reiterated his point, causing you to look up at him, then again over at Nick.

“I heard a gunshot, I got worried.” Troy shook his head. “Was an accident, it’s really nothing to worry about. Anyway, it sounds like the boys have found the boar, let’s go find them and head back home.” You nodded your head softly, glancing to Nick one final time. What had happened between these two, well you didn’t know. But you were now more curious than ever. Finding the group with the dead bore, you all started to head back to the ranch, your mind was going a mile a minute, what was it exactly that had gone on? You’d not even noticed that most of the people had already piled off of the truck a few moments after getting into the ranch. It wasn’t until a hand touched yours that you shot out of your daydream to look over at Troy.

“What’s going on inside that head right now?” He asked pushing a piece of hair out of your face. “I was just wondering what happened between you and Nick. We got into a fight over you the other day, and if he’s causing more hassle I’m going to have to talk to him.” Troy shook his head and moved to stroke your cheek. “No, it was nothing, he was going to shoot me, but he didn’t.” You suddenly found yourself looking worried. “I need to go and sort him out.” Troy sighed. “No, you don’t.” His arms grabbed hold of you and pulled you onto his lap. “Leave him to it, let’s just go and have some fun, alone for once.”

His words were tempting, you couldn’t help but find yourself very enticed by the request, looking down at the blue eyed beauty, you smiled softly and finally nodded. “Let’s go.”

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“Y/N? Y/N?” You could hear Alicia but you were hardly talking. You’d been grazed by a bullet on the way over the border and now that you were being dragged into this place, you feared the worst. “Y/N?” You slowly nodded. “I’m alright.” You whispered glancing around at everything around you; you were worried, no terrified about what was going to happen once you were inside the compound ahead. You could feel blood running down your arm, you were in a lot of pain, but unable to do anything about it, the soldiers were clinging to you in a way that prevented you from gripping your arm.

As you entered, the guards started to pull you in the direction that they were taking Travis, your heart started to pound, where were they taking you. “Y/N, Travis.” You heard Madison and Alicia calling for the pair of you as you were pulled away, Travis’ glanced at the pair. “It’s alright, don’t worry.” Travis reassured them, but you weren’t sure it was going to be.

“Wait.” There came a voice that made the guards stop before putting you on the truck. You were turned around and your eyes met a pair of the deepest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. Staring at him, you could feel your heart starting to thump as he got out of his truck. “Take her with the other two girls, get her patched up.” He ordered, before driving off in the direction you’d be going.

“What the hell? Troy never does that.” You could hear the other soldiers whispering. “Well, she is pretty. Maybe Troy wants some fun before she’s processed.” The driver suggested, your eyes glancing toward Madison and Alicia said it all. You were worried, and not just about where they’d taken Travis and were you were being taken, but what would be happening to you once you were there.

You’d only been with Clarks a few weeks; you’d met at the hotel. There was something about them; you decided to stick with them, even after they killed people, even after they were told to leave the hotel, you went with them because you felt you’d be better off with them. You still believed that, even though you were stuck here in an awful place, in an awful position and currently bleeding.

The truck came to a stop and both Madison and Alicia were pulled off and dragged inside, while you sat on the truck for a little longer. “Why am I not going with them?” You questioned, as the men got back into the truck. “Troy wants you cleaned up, you’re getting cleaned up.” One of the men spoke; he looked back with a slightly sadistic look on his face. “He likes his ladies clean, before he has fun with them.”  Biting down on your lip, you found yourself shifting back in your chair as the truck stopped again and you were pulled out and dragged into get fixed up.

Another solider entered the room not long after you’d been left alone in the room; they sat down and fixed up your wound. They hardly spoke, hardly looked at you either. “Troy will be in soon.” Was all he said, before walking out and leaving you alone once more. Getting up you started to search for a weapon, there had to be something, you needed to fight him off, if what was going to happen was going to happen, you weren’t going to let it, ever!

However you found nothing.

The door slowly opened and in walked the blue eyed boy, his eyes focused on you as he offered you some tea and took a seat. “Why did get me stitched up, I heard your men talking and they said you never do this.” You bit your lip lightly, needing an answer. “You don’t remember me, do you?” He questioned pushing his hair out of his face. “Should I?” You asked in hardly a whisper. Troy moved closer to you, making you step back.

“Little Y/N, you’ve grown a lot since we last saw each other, then again so have I. Troy Otto.” The name registered in your head and your mouth fell open. “Troy? Oh my god.” You commented, a look of surprise and shock on your face. “Hey, Y/N.” Biting your lip, you looked at him, feeling slightly nervous. “Troy… where did you put people that I came here with?” You questioned trying to hard the worry in the pit of your stomach. Troy smiled, looking down at you. “They’re safe Y/n, don’t worry. They’re safe, just like you are.” He whispered, as he pulled you into a hug. The smile that appeared as he held you, however told a different story than what he said.

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The music blared in the car; you could feel your eyes fighting with the temptation to close, even if the music was ear splittingly loud, you wanted to fall asleep. It apparently didn’t go unnoticed, especially when you finally gave in and your head landed on Nick’s shoulder. At that point, Madison got up from her seat to reach over and turn the music off. Glancing back, Troy noticed you asleep, a slight smile tugging against his lips as he saw that you were sleeping peacefully. “Nice to see someone is able to sleep.” He commented, causing Nick to roll his eyes. “If you hadn’t separated us from her last night, I’m sure she would’ve actually been able to sleep.” Nick glanced over at his mom at this point, surprised that you had been taken away from them.

You weren’t really sure when it was that you woke up, but your head was still on Nick’s shoulder and his head was resting gently on yours. It was a strange feeling, but at the same time it was one that was soothing. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” You glanced up and your eyes landed on Troy’s, he was looking through the rearview mirror and you couldn’t help but smile as he looked at you. “What time is it?” You questioned softly not wanting to risk waking up Nick if he was asleep. “Nearly eight, you seemed to need a lot of sleep.” Troy explained. You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I didn’t think I was that tired.” You said finally, your eyes glancing out the window. “You must feel safe.” He responded, causing your eyes to flicker toward Nick’s sleeping form. “I guess so.” You uttered as you looked back up at the mirror and gave Troy a smile.

As the truck came to a stop at set of gates, you looked out and raised an eyebrow. “This is your ranch?” You questioned, but Troy was busy talking and the driver had barely spoken to any of you the whole trip. “Get out of the truck.” The three of you glanced at each other. “What?” Troy raised his voice at this point, telling the three of you to get out of the truck. Doing as you were told, you stood there watching as the truck drove in and left the three of you outside of the gates. Leaving Nick and Madison to have a talk, you walked slowly along the fence for a moment, before taking a seat on the grass and looking up at the sky.

It had been a long time since you’d just sat and looked at the world passing you by. Even at the hotel you weren’t able to just relax, everyone else made it their home, but you struggled, you spent your time worrying about Nick, where he was and about where your parents were as well, and if they were alive. You loved the Clark family, that was never up for debate, but the problem was, you found yourself unable to think of anyone but your mother and father sometimes and you found yourself becoming rather broken.

Pulling your legs up, you hadn’t been aware that Nick was watching you until a hand touched your shoulder. “Hey.” He said softly, taking a seat beside you. “Are you alright?” He questioned. Did he notice the tears that were forming in your eyes, or was he just making sure that you were okay. “I’m alright; it’s been a long few weeks.” You admitted, skipping around the fact that you had been worried sick about Nick, worried about your parents, worried about everything. His arm moved to wrap around you, your body tensed up feeling him close to you.  He was with Lucy now, this hug… it didn’t mean anything and you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from feeling that pounding heart.

Pulling away from Nick, you looked down at the grass and pulled a clump of it with your hand. Opening your hand, you let the grass blow away from the palm of your hand and let out a gentle sigh. “If they’re not back yet, where do you think they are?” You said suddenly. “I don’t know, but I want to go find them, Mom says we have to wait.” Nodding softly, you glanced over at him. “She’s right, we need to be patient. We don’t know where they are and being here, being with these people we have a common goal.” Looking up, noticing Madison talking to someone, he was moving to open the gate. “Nick.” You said quickly, before standing up and walking over to the gate with them.

There was so much about this place that surprised you, Jeremiah showed you to a cabin where you could all live. You wouldn’t deny that already you were starting to think about what would happen if you stayed here; would it be so bad if you made this place your home? You knew that Nick and Madison were only really here for Alicia, Travis, and Lucy, but did you really belong in this family? You weren’t sure anymore, so the idea of staying here, it appeared in your mind. “I’m going to go… explore.” You explained, but as you made your way toward the door Nick grabbed your arm. “Don’t, stay here with us.” You pulled your arm away. “Sorry Nick, but you can’t tell me what to do.” You glanced up at him, before walking out. Of course you didn’t know that the moment you walked out of the room Nick would blame this new attitude on Troy, telling Madison that you’d not been the same since he’d been back in the group. Maybe if he wasn’t clueless, maybe then he’d understand.

You should’ve probably had a wash before leaving, but it was only your jacket that was covered in blood. Pealing it off, you threw it on the ground by the cabin and started to walk. It was beautiful here, so untouched by the dead. There were children running around, laughing, and playing. People were interacting like neighbors, family, friends, you wanted this, and you wanted to be here. Looking around some more, you stopped and watched a game of soccer that was going on not far away from you, the kids looked so happy. Had they even been subjected to what was going on outside these fences? So many civilians, it was really quite surprising, especially with the military protection.

“Glad you came?” Turning around, you found yourself sandwiched between Troy and the fence behind you. “This place is beautiful.” You responded with a soft grin. “As for coming here, we didn’t have much of a choice in the end.” Troy chuckled softly, and nodded, as he reached out and touched your cheek. “I’m glad you’re here, out there is far too horrible for someone like you.” You didn’t realize that he was leaning in, his fingers lightly tracing your cheek. “Someone like me, what do you mean by that?” You questioned softly. “Beautiful, strong, intelligent.” You couldn’t help but shake your head. “Troy… you hardly even know me.” You pointed out to him as he moved his fingers down your neck as his thumb ran over your lips. “I want to though.” He uttered, his body pressing ever so slightly against yours as he closed the space between you and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss wasn’t as sweet as his words had been, instead it was hard. There was passion and desire under the surface as he gripped hold of your neck to hold you against him, your arms moved and rested on his hips as you returned the kiss. You lost yourself for the first real time in a long time, this kiss was nothing like the one you’d shared with Nick, that kiss had been sweet, soft, tender. This was filled with need, want, desire, and you couldn’t deny that you felt it too. You didn’t care if he’d tried to kill your family, or about anything else he’d done. Right now, all you cared about was what would happen when your lips parted.

His lips finally broke from yours, your eyes met and there was a smile on your face just as there was one on his. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his swollen lips once more, before pulling away again. Neither of you spoke however, you just looked at each other, arms still wrapped around each other. Resting his head against yours after a second, Troy then pulled away as he sensed you two were no longer alone.

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Day after day, week after week, you and Nick had been travelling. You were worried, stressed and just wanting to find your brother. You’d been in California since the start of the apocalypse, the Clarks had been like a second home, but when it came to the end of L.A you had a choice to make and when you told them you weren’t coming with them, you were going home to look for your brother and the rest of your family, you found yourself unable to say goodbye to Nick, he felt the same and decided to come with you, which left the rest of the Clarks to follow Victor into the great unknown and you tried to make the two day race without getting into too much trouble on the roads.

But lack of fuel, traffic, and the undead made it a struggle to get there. You tried so hard to search for your brother, but when you arrived in your home town, his house was long gone. It hurt you, it made you worry. What were you going to do now? Nick had come with you for nothing; he’d left his family for no damn reason.

It was the worst night that night, curled up on a mattress crying and uttering that you were sorry for him coming for no reason, that you were sorry and that you hated yourself for making him come. But Nick just held you that night, told you that it was alright, that you’d be okay, that they’d head to Atlanta next and they’d keep trying to look, just for a while.

It was different now; it wasn’t a hunt for your brother. It was a hunt to save your lives. While Nick was good at hiding who you both were from the walkers, it was still hard. You had lost all hope, you didn’t know what to do anymore, you didn’t know how to cope. You’d lost your family, lost the only other people who loved you.

That was however, until you stumbled across a prison, the pair of you stood together at the edge, covered in walker blood watching the people inside. It was then, it was then you saw him. You moved alone the fence, your heart thumping harder and harder. You wanted so badly to scream out, to shout his name. It was Rick. You knew you shouldn’t speak, shouldn’t give up who you were with these walkers around, but you couldn’t help it, the name just came out. “Rick!”

Several times you screamed his name, until he started to make his way toward the fence to see who you were, but at this point the walkers were on you, causing you to turn around. Fear appearing in on your face. Nick was beside you, all you had were a couple of knives. Trying to fight them off alone, felt useless, this was the end if they didn’t let you in. But then it seemed someone was looking out for you, because guns started to go off, and people were outside of the gates trying to get rid of the walkers to get the pair of you in.

“Get in, get in now!” Rick shouted, causing you and Nick to race into the prison. Landing on the ground, you lay on the ground for a moment. Rolling over, you looked up at Rick and found tears forming in your eyes. “Rick.” You said softly, as he reached down to pull you up. “Y/N.” Standing up, you hugged tightly, tears spilling from your eyes. “I thought you were dead.” You heard him whisper, causing you to laugh slightly too. “I thought you were too.”

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Nick Clark had been the object of your affection for the last five years, you’d become friends in high school and well to say everything was perfect between the pair of you would be a lie. Since Nick had fallen into the world of drugs, you hardly spoke to each other; you found yourself talking more to Alicia and Madison the more that you missed Nick. You understood the pair of them and their frustration and worry. Nick however didn’t understand anyone’s worry, especially not yours. He never seemed to understand that you were worried that one day he’d take too much, or take something cut badly and die.

It was three in the morning, when you were woken up by a bang on the door. Getting out of bed, you slowly and cautiously made your way to the door and looked through the peep hole. Seeing Nick, you flung the door open and looked at him with a worried expression. “Nick, what’s wrong? When did you get out of rehab?” You questioned as Nick stepped inside without even saying a single word, causing you to look even more worried, what on earth was going on? “Nick, what is it?” You asked softly, turning to look at his back as you shut the door.

“My dad is dead.” His words rolled from his tongue causing you to rush over and hug him tightly. “Nick, I’m so sorry.” You whispered cuddling him tightly, not being able to believe he’d been broken like this. “Is there anything I can do?” You asked softly, as you pulled away from the hug and rubbed his arms. Nick shook his head softly. “Could you just maybe get me some water?” You nodded and squeezed his arm lightly. “Sure, give me a moment.” Leaving Nick alone, you walked into the kitchen and got him some water.

Walking back into the room a moment later, your eyes landed on an empty room. “Nick?” You questioned looking around, a worried expression on your face. “Nick?” Placing a drink down, you rushed around looking for him. Until you found your bag on the ground, and your wallet pulled out and empty. “No Nick, please don’t tell me you did.” Picking up your wallet, you found nothing inside it; he’d totally cleared you out.

Running out of your front door, you ran down the stairs hoping to catch up with him, how could he do this to you? He was your best friend, now he’d betrayed you. You felt sick that he’d used you like that. Rushing out of your building, you flung the door open and rushed down onto the street. “Nick?” You shouted, feeling your blood starting to boil. He’d taken everything, was his story even true? Your eyes scanned the street once more, and then a small sigh left your lips.

Turning around, you made your way back into your building and let out a long sigh. How could you be so foolish? Making your way upstairs, slowly, not caring. You just wanted to go back to bed; you’d deal with all of this tomorrow. You needed to sleep, and then you could deal with the anger that was bubbling inside of you. How were you going to tell Madison that he’d been here and taken your money?

Walking into your place, you slammed the door shut and let out a long sigh, before taking a seat on your bed. Lying down in bed, you couldn’t help but feel the worry rising inside of you, how were you going to pay for anything, how would you be able to pay rent or anything else? You could feel sadness inside of you. You’d trusted him.

Five am, you woke up and found yourself looking at the clock unsure if you’d just heard a knock on the door. Getting up, you walked to the front door; you looked through the peep hole and let out a frustrated sigh seeing Nick. Pulling the door open you looked at him with anger in your eyes.  “What do you want?” You asked folding your arms across your chest.

“I’m sorry.” Looking down he held up money and let out a gentle sigh. “I’m so sorry. I needed a fix and this was all I could think of to do.” He explained. Looking up at him, you let out a sigh. “Nick, you stole from me.” You whispered softly. “I know, I’m so sorry, I… I just needed a fix and I wasn’t sure where to go.” Reaching out, you took it back and sighed. “Thank you for coming back.” You bit down on your lip and then looked up at him. You couldn’t stay mad at him; you’d never be able to stay mad at him. “Would you like to go for breakfast?” You questioned, finding yourself melting as you saw his smile.