#walkingdead!au

Title: The True Saviors

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Negan/OC, Kwon Jiyong, Kang Daesung, Dong Youngbae, Choi Seunghyun, Simon, Dwight, Regina, Gavin, Laura, Eugene Porter

Rating: M

Category: Romance/Fantasy?/Supernatural?

AU: Negan was infamous. Skylar was a witch. The world was post apocalyptic and only the strong, rich, and/or powerful survived. Skylar was trying to create a magical weapon. She didn’t know how much she needed Negan until the day they met. Negan gave her power and confidence. And she brought out his softer side. Negan’s group called themselves the Saviors, oh how wrong they were…

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Chapter 2 @ fanfiction.net

They’re not fighters; they only fight to survive. 

Harry carries the guns and the ammo and YN carries their food, the bits and pieces that they pick up on the way, and her knife. Finding different places to sleep every single night; and because he loves her and wants the best for her and only ever wants to make sure she stays safe, he ends up pulling all-nighters to make sure they’re not swarmed and used food for the walkers through the night. Cuddling her close and holding her because he never knows when the last time may be. And it worries her because she needs him at full power and she needs him to help her and she wants him to make sure he’s looking after himself.

And it’s hard for the both of them.

They’ve lost their families and they’ve lost their friends and they’ve only got each other to stay sane. They’ve seen their closest friends get torn to pieces and they’ve seen their families turn into creatures that were just ghostly shells of who they once were. They’ve had to kill them and burn them and no one had ever, truly prepared them for how brutal the apocalypse was.

“I’m scared to death,” she tells him when she can’t quite get to sleep at night. When she’s cosy under his arm and cuddled against his side with her head on his chest and a leg across his waist. “You’re all I have left. You’re all that is keeping me going. If I lose you, I lose everything, and I’m not ready for that yet, Harry.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” he replies, squeezing her tighter against his body and dropping his lips to her head, “you’re all the I have left, too. I’m fighting to keep you safe. Not me, but you. I want you to see life through. Even if that means without me. I want you to see this through, to see a cure, to see this place become a real world again.”

Her eyes flood with tears, overflowing from the second they appear, and she’s tightening her grip on him.

“Don’t say that,” she sobs thickly and wetly, punching his chest over and over again, “don’t fucking say that, Harry! If you’re not with me, if I lose you, if you don’t make it, then I don’t want to see this through on my own. Because it won’t make me happy. I love you. We had our whole life ahead of us,” she shakes her head and hides her face in his neck. The smell of blood and mud and sweat and rotting flesh clinging to his skin, but she couldn’t care less. “We’re going to be okay, right? We’ll see this through together and we’ll watch the world become real again. Together. We do this together.”

They’d probably find themselves in a small community, much like Alexandria, after they’d been struggling, as just the two of them, from sleeping in dirty trenches to broken homes to cars that were dusty and barely working, killing these creatures as they stumble towards them. After coming into near-death experiences on their travels to stay alive, and, sometimes being way out of their depth and comfort zones in herds of walkers that they come across. And, it’s a place, run by the sweetest of people, where they feel safe and content, knowing that they’re in a small area that seems secure. 

A place that they could live out their life in.

WalkingDead!AU Yoonmin / Taekook

Chapter 14 - Games and Secrets

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Wherever she goes, he’s there.

He’d been following her every move since she’d made a brisk walk through the deserted town that he’d been staying in for the passing few nights. Dead bodies littering the streets, blood smeared across the pavement, blood splatters on the windows of derelict houses, tire tracks on the roads from quick getaways, and the corner shop having been broken into for supplies. From then on, he’d not been far behind her. Following every move she made, making sure she was in a safe environment, looking around for anything or anyone dangerous, killing from afar before she had the chance to save herself.

At first, she thought he was just finding a way out of the empty town. Hoping that he’d side off down a different path, a different route, so that she was left to fend for herself - because, having someone else tagging along brought more than just a look-out for herself. Except, when the afternoon rolled around and he was still scuffing along behind her, kicking up stones and leaves, she gets the feeling that she’s no longer travelling alone. That she was no longer on the survival route on her own.

“Why are you following me? Why are you committing yourself to me? What is it that you want from this? Is this your way of stalking some prey? Do you want to get in my pants or something? Do you want me to suck you off? Because, the world is ending, buddy. We’re all suffering from a little bit of sexual deprivation,” she grumbles, “there’s no time for blowjobs and there’s no time to find a fuck-buddy, okay? I don’t know about you but, I want to survive. I don’t want to die.”

“And you think I do? You think I want to die? Because I don’t. I’m terrified. I’m physically petrified of what the world has become, okay? You’re the first human I’ve seen in 3 weeks. The first person to walk through that town and show that there is life out there. The first person who doesn’t want my flesh for food,” he bites back, eyebrows furrowed on his brow-line, “you’re the first person that made me a feel a bit safer because I wasn’t on my own.”

“You don’t know who I am! I could be some killer. Before this happened, I could have been in with murders and killing. I could be the kind of person who uses you as bait. Who leaves you behind to save my own skin. You can’t trust me because I’m a stranger to you,” she hisses, taking longer strides to create a space between the two of them, “you’ve been following me all day but you’ve barely spoken to me. You’ve barely wanted to get to know me. You don’t show any signs in wanting to work through this shit together. If you’re desperate to tag along with someone, at least make them feel safe around you.”

“I just didn’t think you wanted to talk. Silence is the way to live nowadays, isn’t it? I didn’t want to bring danger to you, or myself,” he whispers softly, looking down at the tattered white converse boots that were tied loosely to his feet. No long crisp white and covered in mud and twigs and he’s sure there’s a little blood clinging to the material. “Something drew me to you. Seeing you all alone. I’m not the type of man who leaves a woman alone. Especially when they’re in danger. We may not have morals anymore, but, god. That doesn’t make me any less of a gentleman.”

“Newsflash, I’m not in any danger. I’m not the only one fighting in this world. I was doing fine before you.”

“I’m scared, okay?” He hears her snort with laughter and his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “That might be funny to you but it’s not. A man showing emotion, showing people that he’s scared, that he’s terrified. Go ahead and laugh. But, I lost people, okay? I lost my family before my very eyes. I watched my sister leave for supplies and never come back. My mother lost the plot and ended up killing herself. I had to kill my father in order to save myself. I lost my friends to these creatures. I’m alone in this world, and that terrifies me, and I thought you’d be okay with me being around. I thought you’d want someone to help you survive.”

There’s a pang of guilt that swallows her. Her footsteps coming to a stop along the dusted track. No longer creating any sounds, no longer stretching the distance to find somewhere safe to stay for the night, no longer feeling like she could do this on her own. Because it wasn’t just her who was suffering the longing ache to find someone so she didn’t go crazy with the loneliness that came with losing the loved ones that she tried hard to fight for.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, twisting around and looking in his direction, “I’m trying my hardest to stay alive, to prove a point that I’m not some prissy girl who can’t cope in life or death situations, and I didn’t realise I was being selfish in the process.”

She searches his face for an answer and frowns when his features stay set in stone. Gulping nervously as he raised the gun that sat in the holster upon his hip. Panic spreading through her veins, filling her quick, causing her legs to shake and her hands to clench into fists with sweaty palms. Her eyes clenching shut as she waited for the blow.

“You don’t need to-”

There’s a bang that sounds, muffled by a silencer, except she feels nothing. Her eyes cracking open at the sound of something… someone… falling behind her. Straining to look over her shoulder as she saw a zombie, fresh and just days old, crumble to the floor. Hitting the ground with a thud

“Will you let me stay by your side?”

She nods. How could she say no? His feet beginning to move down the track they were proceeding upon, at a speed that was comfortable for to be able to catch up to, walking ahead of her as she followed in his footsteps.

Chapter 13 - Realisation and Tension

OT7 WalkingDead!AU

"In a world where the deads eat you alive and the livings beat you to death, what long life plan can you possibly make for yourself?"

Each of them is wandering alone in a world that died a long time ago. Finding each other is a bet to make with fate. But once they do, they will never walk alone again.

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