#wemketherules

  How did they get like this? With her on the other side of the bed. Sky, in truth, didn’t really know but she couldn’t quiet complain. In fact, she found it rather amusing which caused her to laugh. Shifting, she pulled her legs closed to herself. “ You should be glad I washed up last night or else you probably would of been dead. ” Lifting herself up, she moved the right way and laid back down on her stomach; head facing Negan. She probably should of gotten up to grabbed her pants, but she left herself in only a pair of panties and her t-shirt. “ You know, people would assume we’re a thing from me sitting in your bed with no pants on. ”

     Anyone would’ve met the other’s sudden outburst with sheer surprise. In fact, Thorin had to take a quick leap to the side in order to be spared from anything worse than shards of glass raining down on his feet so shortly after the ball had burts into hundreds of little pieces only mere inches from where his head had been. Yet, Thorin managed to remain calm, even when he wasn’t exactly happy with how he had been received by Thranduil.

It was late, the atmosphere was dark and cold. Jade walked alone, on her way home from work. She had worked overtime and it completely wiped her out. All she really wanted was to get home and get some sleep. Car keys jingled in her hands as she fumbles getting them out of her pocket in the dark, still a ways from her beat up ford.

It’s a night like any other. Until Jade is stopped in her tracks when there's a voice behind her — one that almost sounds familiar. Her head whips around quickly at the sound, hands moving to grip the pepper spray on her keychain, as a woman alone at this time of night she knew she had to be cautious.                                                                                                                                                    There’s a split second of just taking the other in as she turns around — but then her eyes set on the curve of the other’s face, her hair, skin, god — even her eyelashes, are identical to Jade's. She knows it instantly. Jade's seen those features a million times before in the mirror. But the woman is standing right in front of her.

“Holy jeez you look like my husband, I about came up to you and kissed you on the cheek...” there is a twinge of embarrassment in his tone.

Sometimes it felt like the world had been ripped out from under him- and this was coming from someone who had watched the apocalypse from outside his classroom window. The thing was, life before all this, for Eugene, didn’t really compare to life after. Of course he wouldn’t wish a plague and undead hordes on innocent millions, but the fact remained that it was the apocalypse that granted him friends that felt more like a family than his family ever had, a purpose, strength, courage. The apocalypse had forced him to rise to the occasion and be better than he would’ve ever been called upon to be before. In many ways, the apocalypse had been good for him. 

No, the world, for Eugene, didn’t end until that night in the clearing surrounded by 50 or so people with automatic rifles and one man with a bat. Sky was first- not killed, but revealed to be someone other than he had been led to believe she was. The woman he knew effectively died that night. Then it had been Abraham, then Glenn. Eugene had been certain and fearful his life would end that night, but when it was others instead he found himself wishing he could’ve volunteered. Somehow that might have been easier.  

For this reason it almost didn’t even matter when Negan seized and brought him to the sanctuary with dubious intents. His fear of death and pain didn’t absolutely subside, but what would it matter? What good would it do to endure when he could barely feel anything anymore? Everyone truly close to him was gone- in some way or another. 

When they didn’t kill him or torture him, when the lie once again worked, Eugene decided maybe there could be a purpose to all this in time if he played along and lived the part. Sky had taught him that much with their fake bond at least, so maybe it hadn’t been pointless. Maybe, in some hugely fucked up way, he owed her.  

Then again, maybe not.

Thomas lifts an eyebrow in the face of this exclamation and then turns to look out the window “No one who wants to hurt Sky deserves to live but I don’t think that I’m the only one in this room that lives by those words, now would you tell me something? Why didn’t you save me one?” 

“Look, I know you’re after this guy, but can you at least wait for a few minutes before killing him? I kinda need a pint or two of his blood and I need it fresh from a living person, not a dead one.”

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