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He continued to be an asshole and Maggie killed him…I think he was the one she sent in the coffin to Negan. But I might be wrong? (I hate season eight, so it’s literally the one I’ve watched the least).

I totally plan to continue it! I’ve just had a lot of muse issues / writer block lately so I’ve been using drabbles just to keep myself writing and not let my skills get rusty. But I do have about half of the next chapter written so have a couple snippets:

Waking up is not easy.

Nick aches.

He’s confused as well. It’s dark when he cracks open hiseyes – the room around him is inky black until he adjusts and notices the dimlight spilling in from under the door. He fumbles as he tries to stand, failingat first but eventually stumbling his way towards the light. It’s a door. Hishands explore the frame, searching for the knob. When he finds he it, he triesto turn it but it refuses to give. Cursing to himself, he feels the frame andthe surrounding wall. Anything would be helpful right now but a light switchwould be a godsend.

He finds the switch and flicks it upward, bathing the roomin a yellow glow. Nick squints, looking up towards the source of the light, findinga bulb set into the ceiling. He lowers his eyes to take in the rest of the room– there’s a full-size mattress on the floor and a bucket in the oppositecorner. The walls are off-white and the floor is a navy blue carpet. Thereisn’t a single window – perfect to hold a hostage, he supposes, but totallyagainst fire codes. Right?

He’s dancing on his toes, seriously rethinking his plan witha bucket in hand, when he hears footsteps. Nick’s blood pressure spikes, hisheart pounding in his chest. Here it is: the moment of truth. He lefts thebucket higher, inching towards the door as the lock clicks and the handleturns. The door opens and a man appears from behind it. His back is to Nick,eyes on the bed, and that split-second before he realizes Nick is awake is allhe needs.

He strikes.

Nick brings the bucket down over the man’s head with asatisfying thump. He crumples and though Nick’s blood sings with victory, heknows he needs to be quick. He hops over the downed man, taking off towards thehallway— and lands face-first in the carpet. There’s a hand around his ankle.

He frantically starts to kick and thrash, wide eyes lookingback at the man. There’s a grin on his lips and a trickle of blood down histemple. He looks deranged and it’s like an injection of fear straight to theheart. Nick’s struggles return with double the effort but the man manages towrap his other hand around Nick’s other ankle and drag him backwards. The gripon his ankle finds its way to his throat as the man throws his legs over Nick’swaist.

“Y’know, you give a good fight,” he says.

There is always a chance!! The Bodyguard AU (like its 17 siblings) is a universe that I built/an building together with @fitzwards. I love doing stuff in any of those universes (obviously), and I’m thinking about doing another round of writing prompts and filling them with things from those 18 verses, just for the fleshing out purposes.

So, short answer: YES, and seeing as I know there’s interest, DEFINITELY.

On a side note, due to the costuming in this Framework arc, there will probably be LOTS more coming in terms of gifsets for that AU too, so I might do drabbles on those. I love the Bodyguardverse so much, too much NOT to give it love.