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“that– that would be good,” she mumbled. “i mean, if that would be okay.”

“ this isn’t a favor for a favor darling, and I’m not accusing you of anything.” Juan smiled, leaning against the wall, “ what’s your name and number sweetie? what were you before all this?”

“you and me both, dude.” arat laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “that’s why you gotta clean your toys. it’s a good point, you never know if you can pass shit on that way, but at least you can be pretty confident in knowing you probably don’t have something when you know your partner’s only seeing you.”

“ Oh damn you two are going steady? Like just you and here, doing it? Damn, here I thought some of the Lieutenants were all doing the fling thing. I mean follow the example of Negan, girlfriends and boyfriends.” Taking a different route home, he strutted through an alleyway, “ you ever think of having a family? I mean, i always liked traveling light myself, but if your domesticated, you got the urge to be a mommy?”

Harlow hadn’t been expecting that response. It was interesting, actually. “Shit, really? I was into boxing before… it was mostly just a productive way to get out my anger, recommended by my probation officer.” Harlow had never seen the hobby to be necessary, considering the fact that her anger was typically justified, but had enjoyed the sport anyway. Harlow was okay with him lingering for the sake of looking busy, so long as he didn’t end up getting in her way. “Who’s Eugene?” she wondered, she didn’t think she’d heard the name before. “I wouldn’t mind having a gopher.” Harlow said, referencing a title that she had once held, which essentially just meant someone who ran around doing whatever they were asked. It was a play off the words “go for” as that’s what the person typically was asked to do. “Or you can just stand there and look pretty.”

“ Yeah, straight ought of the ghetto, into the fucking Hilton hotel, If i won the fight the fucking endorsement advertisements would have come pouring in. Had my eye on a nice little place somewhere warm and sunny.” Recounting his old world plans and concerns, how little they mattered now. “ Eugene, he is the lead engineer; a title he gave himself. Self-proclaimed son of the south and has a motormouth that puts most housewives to shame.” Throwing off his jacket, he put both hands on his hips, “ Put me to work Harlow, come on boss me around.”

saviorharlow:

donjuansaviour:

The man laughed, “ you can call me Juan, Juan Reyes; I also accept The King.” Cocksure demeanor aside, he fastly capable of taking a verbal put down. “I had a convoy of people from a Refugee camp. We traveled together, built perimeters with our cars. Geeze we were a hundred strong after the camp fell. Little by little, we died, or drove off ” Juan recalled, staring ahead, wide-eyed, “ When we came across the Saviour’s, after dealing with monsters and savages, most of us decided to hitch onto their wagon. Survival, it’s important; like with your leg your making the smart choice and staying and contributing, despite your ailment.” Strutting out to the auto yard he shrugged, “ I am rotating agent, I work with the lieutenants and Negan from time to time, but Negan is the big boss.” He took note of her walking but did not offer to help, figuring on biding his time, “ Hey I got no problem looking out for your ass. It’s what we do, we don’t fuck with each other here. Just one big family.”

Harlow laughed, unable to help herself. “I’m sure anyone that’s called you ‘the King’ was really only referring to you by your last name.” she assumed that was where the nickname came from, but he seemed like the type that was just confident enough to feel deserving of the title. “Sounds intense. Sorry to hear that.” Groups fell apart fast now, one mistake could lead to a huge disaster. It was one of the many reasons she had preferred being alone. “Not sure I’ve decided to stay yet,” she warned. “for now we can assume it’s just until I heal.” Harlow seemed to have the impression that she could leave if she pleased, given to her by the fact that Kitty was able to come and go so freely. This wasn’t the case for most, however. Harlow nodded as he explained his position, suggesting that she understood. “You don’t have to. I was on my own for… months. I can handle whatever happens myself.” Harlow approached the vehicle she was asked to look at, giving it a once over before she set to work on it. She followed up by checking the likely solutions to the problems that had been described to her previously. Harlow became distracted by the job, determined to get it fixed by the end of the night. She set her crutches to the side, and used her upper body to pull herself onto the trucks bumper so she could get a better look under the hood.

He shrugged, “ Eh, it started as a nickname from my first trainer and then advertising blew it up. I was an up and coming MMA fighter. I was gonna do a title match, and then wildfire or the start got in the way, a few shootings at the stadium and the fight was canceled.” The man shook his head, what was gone, and what was present was a living nightmare; more for most. “ THat’s the thing though, I do, I really do. The point is collective security. We are all on the same side here, and we look out for each other. Besides, I got to look busy or fuck I might get put back on fence detail; or work for Eugene. I mean smart guy but that motormouth get's annoying.” Laughing again, he walked cocksure alongside her, " Guess I can be your tool grabber.”

saviorginny:

“i’m– i’m looking for my sister,” ginny said the words softly. the short redhead was afraid of almost everyone at the sanctuary, so doing this was hard for her. “do– do you know where she might be. she’s one of the wives.”

Approaching her in kind the man walked with pep in his step and stopped with a stomp, “ Oh well, I haven't checked the Residence, anytime lately, but I could look into this.”

“sounds like he deserved it, then,” she laughed softly. “yeah, but the dildo isn’t attached to a man. usually there’s a pair of tits right above it.” she shrugged. “fingers only going so far is why we’ve got a tongue and a fake dick. at least with a fake one there’s no worry of having babies or getting an std.”

“ Oh yeah, he fucked up my shoulder, but I left my mark on him.” Juan reeled back in laughter as he stood up, “ That is a good point, I certainly like a nice big pair of tits in my hands, pressed to my chest, seeing em flop around.” Throwing the backpack over his shoulder, “ I don’t think the latter isn’t entirely improbable, I mean you still got to clean the things.” Juan spoke glibly.

“Chemistry?” Harlan repeated. “Sorry to say your precious leader killed the only man who could have hoped to do make vaccines,” he pointed out. “I was an OBGYN. I’m lucky if I can do half of the shit they have me working on here.”

“ See Doc, you are still thinking inside the box.” Juan shrugged, “ You got to play your part and do it well. Tell us what you need to do your job. Books, drugs, some medicine woman from a reservation or something, I'm all into that Eastern non-scientific shit. Hell just ask for a cadaver, we got more then enough walking corpses around. Study and learn.”

Harlow rolled her eyes, yet she still smiled. “I’m more than just bonita.” she maintained. “Should I start calling you cabrón, then?” she didn’t know his name, after all, and figured that it was only fair. It was nearly as kind as his nickname, though. There was an odd air between them that Harlow couldn’t quite put her finger on. She felt like she knew him much better than she did, but she figured she was just appreciative for what he’d done to help her. “What made you come here and give up your freedom, then? I could tell you were higher on the ladder somewhere.” Harlow said, referring to how she’d seen him talking to the others before. He seemed like he had some sort of authority. “So who’s your boss? I assume you answer to… uh, Negan, was it?” She had to get his name down, without a doubt. If she intended to stay she’d have to know. But, she’d yet to meet him so there wasn’t a face to put with the name, or any knowledge of him at all really. “I did some mechanic work before, probably the only useful skill I have from before. Seemed fitting.” she nodded, to show her approval of him walking with her. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure of the way anyway. “So you’re my babysitter for the day, is that what you’re saying?” Harlow turned her focus to walking, which was ever difficult in the weather. She supposed taking the outside shortcut was less of a shortcut than a hazard while on crutches. But, it was still better than trying to go up a stair case.

The man laughed, “ you can call me Juan, Juan Reyes; I also accept The King.” Cocksure demeanor aside, he fastly capable of taking a verbal put down. “I had a convoy of people from a Refugee camp. We traveled together, built perimeters with our cars. Geeze we were a hundred strong after the camp fell. Little by little, we died, or drove off ” Juan recalled, staring ahead, wide-eyed, “ When we came across the Saviour’s, after dealing with monsters and savages, most of us decided to hitch onto their wagon. Survival, it’s important; like with your leg your making the smart choice and staying and contributing, despite your ailment.” Strutting out to the auto yard he shrugged, “ I am rotating agent, I work with the lieutenants and Negan from time to time, but Negan is the big boss.” He took note of her walking but did not offer to help, figuring on biding his time, “ Hey I got no problem looking out for your ass. It’s what we do, we don’t fuck with each other here. Just one big family.”

she shrugged and nodded, “thing is, just like before all this, everyone believes they’re in the right. everyone believes they’re the ones that are meant to survive.” she shrugged.

“ At the end of the day, it’s all; about surviving. We have to come out on top because we are the ones who can lose the most if we don’t. life and all.”

Of course, there was an ulterior motive to getting Hilltop back. He wondered how all of that was going to work with the war going on, though. He didn’t express that thought. “You have gardens here. They seem to be doing fine.”

“ Yeah, that’s the thing know, contingencies, not to mention lot of mouths to feed. A world needs order and structure. Farming, now that’s the basis of everything. Hell, you might have to look up chemistry doc, we’re gonna need shots and vaccines, never gonna be close to what we had, but we got to try.”

From what Harlow had noticed so far, the Saviors seemed to be merciless. It made one paranoid to make the smallest of mistakes, for fear of receiving a punishment that would likely lead to further complications and therefore more mistakes. It was essentially a vicious cycle. Harlow was not necessarily looking forward to working in the Sanctuary, despite knowing that she had to. That being said, she refused to doubt herself. So she didn’t say no when asked if she was ready to work. It didn’t make her want to remain in the group, however.

What she overheard Juan saying to the other Saviors almost perfectly mirrored her concerns about the place. She was surprised by the commanding tone of his voice, since the last time she’d seen him things had been much different, but wasn’t necessarily bothered by it. His request to the other male seemed constructive. Harlow raised a brow at him. Harlow was bilingual, due to her father having strictly spoken Spanish to her when he was actually around. But, he left when she was young and neither her mother or step father spoke it so she didn’t frequently do so herself. “I prefer Harlow.” she said to introduce herself, balancing carefully on her leg to give her hands and arms a well needed rest from the crutches. He didn’t seem to be talking down to her, as many others had since she arrived. She hadn’t that she felt obligated to him somehow, despite him not actually saying that she owed him anything. “You saying I looked like shit before?” she tested him with a sly smirk. She hardly felt beautiful now, because of her lack of maneuverability. She wouldn’t voice that, though. “I’m not exactly a fan of answering to someone, or working in a team but I guess it is a little easier to sleep at night.” She wished she was capable of going back out on her own, not that she would be allowed to. “I was just on my way to check out some vehicle one of the guys managed to fuck up. I don’t think it’s a permanent thing, though. Just a ‘that’s about all she can do’, sort of thing.” Harlow nodded to her leg. She was mildly annoyed that she was being put in a box in such a way. She hated being underestimated, even if it was realistic. She probably couldn’t do most jobs as well as the others, but hated being told that she couldn’t. “What do you do? Post apocalypse HR?”

Juan smiled a toothy grin, “ Bonita Harlow.” Pausing with a cheeky cocksure smile, he was endeavoring to ever keep certain conversations on a more light note. And watching her, he had his sights on a long-term solution. Juan took note of her crutches, recalling that he was apart of causing her pain, but he saved her life, right? At the very least, she was part of his extended flock, and he would put her under his wing. “ I never was one for orders too. Hell on the road I was the boss, now I answer to more people. It’s why I moved up the ladder, fewer bosses that way. I’m a soldier, tenienteI guess, I go out and kill the biters and step on assholes like those Strangers pricks” The Lieutenant was pleased with himself, “ Oh they got you working in mechanics. I was heading that way anyway, need someone to keep an eye on the motor pool and the mechanics, sometimes biters get latched on the undercarriage, don’t want to have to change that accident sign.”

“that isn’t anything new.” she rolled her eyes. “at least not for me, anyway. growing up in russia, talking back or starting shit would get you beat up or shot if you messed with the wrong person. oh, or there’s my favorite - cutting body parts off. we should start doing that. ears, fingers, toes. send them to family and friends.” she smirked. “i would be horrible at farming. and even if i was caught dead in overalls, you could look but not touch. the only dick i take is the plastic ones and besides, i’m taken. and she’d kick your ass if your paws were on me.”

“I broke the shit out of this volunteer face at my orphanage when he told me I was a pretty little boy .” Sharing that bit of information, feeling the need to roll his arm, where his arm been attacked that day. “ you know that’s an interesting debate. sure you are not sexually interested in me, which I understand. biochemical, what have you constructed values, but you're still using a cock.” Juan said, mused to himself, “ I mean I get it, fingers only go so far and what have you.” He was laughing outright now, something about the apocalypse made the tongue looser and less inclined to

#nsfw #tw sexual

saviorharlow:

@donjuansaviour

Harlow was still adjusting to life in the Sanctuary. She didn’t fully understand the way things worked, but was getting here. Plus, she was slowly learning her way around the factory. Knowing the less crowded routes was helpful, which was why she had gone outside to get to the other side of the building rather than using the hallways. It was snowing, which was once a beloved sight to Harlow, but when she was trying to walk on crutches it was significantly less welcomed. Snow stuck to her dark hair, and made her wonder how much work she’d have to do to gather enough points to get a heavier jacket and a hat. Numerous times, her crutches slipped from beneath her. Thankfully, she managed to catch herself and continue onward, until she reached the opposite side of the Sanctuary. She walked past numerous other Saviors on her way, none of which paid her any attention until one of them caught her eye. Harlow couldn’t even remember if he had told her his name when they last met. She felt guilty. Because if he had, she didn’t recall. Of course, she’d been very distracted that day. Harlow paused just a few feet from the stairs up to the warehouse, and offered the man an uncomfortable smile. She wished she had kept her head down to avoid catching his eye, not because she disliked him in anyway but because she assumed the conversation to come would be fairly awkward. “Hey.” she finally said to him, with a quick nod. She wasn’t sure what made this so difficult for her, but she assumed it had something to do with her pride and how vulnerable and desperate for help she had been when they met. She hated that that was the way he’d likely always see her now.

Juan was giving shit where shit was due. People can’t afford mistakes right now and there were a lot of mistakes to be made in a time of fear. “ One last time dumbass!” Pointing his finger at a Saviour Soldier, “ Of a worker has a black eye, it’s hard for them to see. You want them to work harder, you fucking use your words and don’t hurt them to the point where they have to go see the fuckin’ doctor. Do it again and you’ll pick your teeth up off the floor. ” Ushering him away, Juan turned to stare at her.

“ Bonita.” He bowed his head to the woman before stepping down, “ Gosh you look so much more beautiful cleaned up now. " Taking note of her gaze, “ ¿que pasa? Are you adjusting well? I know it’s strange being around people after so long in the wilderness. What do they got you doing here?”

pocketgalaxies

So, uh…are you married? No, thank you. Uh, no, I actually happen to like what you like.

donjuansaviour

@lieutencnts

@lucillegivemestrcngth

Harlan cared little about Gregory. While, yes, the man had been their leader. He was a coward, he would have thrown any of them under the bus at any given time to save his own hide. Hence, why Harlan was here now. It was still sad to hear he died, but relieving that nobody else’s body had been found. “Why?” he questioned. “It’s on your to-do list? What would you benefit from it?”

Gregory, well damn that guy was a righteous piece of shit. He was stifling his laughter with everything he had when he heard Simon suggest using Gregory to break off the hilltop. Snapping back to it Juan shook his head glibly, “ The soil is arable, land defense. Farming is going to be the way fo tomorrow. Especially since all those old products are starting to go bad now. Expiration, they are a bitch.”

“i’m for it too, but the plan doesn’t work very well when the people producing for us decide they don’t like the way we run things.” arat sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “and it sucks to lose so many people. that’s life, though. i don’t know what to tell you, man. i’m starting to think the only option is just killing them all. but i’m not the big man in charge.”

“ Is kind of a buzzkill. I mean I smacked the shit out of people who tried to grab me too when I was a kid, but now, fuck we can’t have people talking or shooting back.” Nodding along, his head tipping, “ No, if we kill them all, you and I might have to start farming. I’m all for using my hands, but there’s a reason for the system.” Diverting walker killing to the ones skilled at it and subjugating people to serfdom and paying taxes for this security. “ I mean you’d look pretty hot in overalls but I’m not too sure I could live with a funny hat and a piece of straw in my mouth.” The little bit of levity, to hide the seriousness of the manner.

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