#alden sutton

[taiturner]

MAKE ME CHOOSE (9/?) @lukaskyle asked: — aaron & jesus or ALDEN & JESUS

[bluebellhairpin]

Dream rotation. I'm the blunt.

[onefail-at-atime]

We were robbed of a scene where Alden would be softly singing to a baby Adam.

I imagine he would have been a lot like Beth and would have sang modern songs instead of cryptic nursery rhymes.

It's so annoying that so many episodes in S9 and S10 revolved around people who cared for that baby, only for his last adoptive parent to be KO'd off screen. Then nobody even mentions Adam until the time jump in 11x24.

[lukaskyle-moved]

Callan McAuliffe as Alden THE WALKING DEAD — 9.09 "Adaptation"

[paleshelter29]

Maggie about Negan: He’s still alive?!?!

Alden: *shrugging nervously and matter of factly* Well, he’s not as dead as we would have hoped.

[houseofhollows]

Can you write something for Alden from The Walking Dead? Kinda like a enemies to lovers type of thing like he's an ex savior and she doesn't like him at first? Thank you so much already!! You're amazing!

let it go

pairing: Alden x reader

warnings: mentions of death

notes: sorry if this isn’t really enemies to lovers… 😭 i’ve never written it before and i haven’t read much of it either but i tried. hope you like it! also i’m super happy you requested alden! there’s barely any fanfic of him :((

The summer sun was radiant, wrapping the residents of Hilltop in its warm and brilliant rays. The crops bloomed tall and bold, ready to be harvested for the following season. Y/N was crouched beside the plants; watering, digging, planting. It was one of her jobs in the little community she hoped to call home–she was once at Alexandria, but after the death of her best friend, Glenn, she couldn’t bear to stay in the place that reminded her of him. 

The gates to Hilltop opened, and a group of men she had never seen before walked in. They all looked dirty and sweaty, their hands tied in front of them. Some were being pushed around by the guards who walked behind them, leading them up the path. They stopped by the fence, where an enclosure was built; it was used to keep people they needed information from or people they simply didn’t trust to be out in the open. The men were escorted into the enclosure. Many of them were complaining and shouting insults. 

Y/N wasn’t quite sure who they were or where they had come from, but she didn’t like the look of them. They were loud and no doubt violent. 

She walked over to where Tara stood. “Who are they?” she asked.

“Saviors. Found them in one of their safe houses. Some of them surrendered but others they had to force out.” 

“What are they here for?” Y/N replied with a certain edge to her voice. After what she’s seen of these men, she wasn’t sure she felt safe having them around. Why bring them here anyway? 

“Information, probably. But also to keep them where they can be seen. Rather them be here than out there, I guess.”

She looked over to the group to find one of them already looking at her. She began to feel a little afraid; she knew what the Saviors were like, what they could do. She had seen what Negan could do. It had taken her a while to get over Glenn’s death, but even then she still found herself grieving. She didn’t feel like being one of their prey. 

– 

A few days later, Y/N was carrying a basket of tomatoes towards one of the tents when she heard someone calling, “Hey.”

She turned to the sound to see the Savior who had been looking at her a few days prior. Scowling, she continued to make her way towards her destination when the voice called louder. Stopping in her tracks, she threw her head back in annoyance and turned on her heel, heading towards the man. 

“Is something the matter?” she asked him, her voice clearly showing her disinterest. She didn’t want to be involved with someone like him. 

“No, just wanted to get your attention,” he replied. “I’m Alden.”

“I don’t care,” she replied. It wasn’t like her to be rude to someone, but how could she not be rude to a murderer? Even if he himself hadn’t directly murdered Glenn, he was still a part of the group of the man who did, he chose to associate himself with someone like Negan. She didn’t care about being kind. 

She turned back around and started walking. 

“Not even gonna tell me your name?” he called out to her. She simply ignored him.

– 

Picking blueberries from their stems and putting them into a basket, Y/N felt someone’s presence beside her. Looking to her left, she saw the Savior named Alden. Rolling her eyes, she continued her work, not acknowledging him. He stood there for a few minutes before he finally spoke. 

“You don’t talk much do you?” he asked.

“I talk a lot actually, just not to you,” she replied. 

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re a Savior. That’s what you did wrong. Your leader killed my best friend. Now please go away and never speak to me again,” she said harshly. 

“Look, I wasn’t the one who killed him. And besides, I nev-”

“What did I tell you? Go away. Thank you.”

She hated him. And she would always hate him. They all called themselves Negan, right? So she would treat him as if he was Negan. 

–

Having the Saviors around reminded Y/N of Glenn, of Negan’s brutality. The image would play continuously in her mind and she would find herself either clouded by sadness or by disgust. How could someone do something like that to a person? But morals no longer played a role in society. People like Negan had no morals, and they certainly had no empathy. 

Alden was given special privileges. He had behaved and made promises. Now he was able to roam freely without his hands tied or being watched by a guard. He hadn’t approached her since she told him off, but she could always feel his stare on her back as she worked in the field. Why did he keep looking at her all the time?

She told Tara about him, which lead to Tara giving her a lecture on how Alden wasn’t the one who killed Glenn and Abraham. Y/N knew that, of course. But she couldn’t remove Alden from that association, and so she continued to ignore his looks, even if they made her feel a certain way.

–

Y/N was sat at a picnic table eating dinner when someone sat beside her. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Alden had been trying to talk to her the entire day. A part of her felt bad for constantly ignoring him. But she didn’t like him. 

“What do you want?” she asked him, slightly annoyed. Why was he always bothering her? There were plenty of other people to talk to, plenty of other people who had already forgiven the Saviors they brought in. 

“To talk to you. Is that too much to ask?” he replied. Y/N thought she heard a bit of sadness in his tone. 

“Yes, actually. I told you to leave me alone a while ago and yet you continue to bother me. I don’t know why you keep trying to get my attention, but please stop.”

“I know what Negan did to your friend. But I’m not Negan, despite what you think. I’m sorry that happened to him, I really am. I know what Negan is capable of and I would never do anything like that. I was only a Savior to keep myself safe. I don’t believe in their values.”

Y/N took in his words. She already knew that. But there was a part of her, deep down, that could never forgive Negan, Alden, the universe, whoever, for what happened to Glenn. It isn’t just sadness and loss that consumes her when she looks at him, but the trauma of having to see something like that. She tried to talk to Tara about it, but she could never get the words out. Tara hadn’t been there to see the gruesome scene, she would never understand. 

“You’re right. It isn’t your fault. However, I can’t look at you and not see Negan’s face. And when I see Negan’s face, I see what was left of Glenn’s. You don’t know how terrifying and traumatic it is to see something like that,” she replied, looking him in the eyes. 

“No, maybe I don’t. And I know we’re not…friends or anything but, I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to about it. I’m in the trailer over there,” he pointed into the distance. 

Y/N truly appreciated the gesture. But if she was going to talk to anyone, it wouldn’t be him. Instead of telling him, she looked down at her food and let him sit there. 

– 

The bright summer days had turned into the gold and scarlet of autumn days. Soon the crops would dwindle and Y/N would have to find another way to spend her time. Unfortunately, seasonal depression had started to sink in. But she couldn’t figure out what exactly was making her so sad. It could be the thought of Glenn and of everyone else she had lost, or feeling like nothing would ever change. The world had ended and there was nothing to hope for anymore. Even if the entire world were to come together and rebuild and repopulate, she wouldn’t be around to see the end of it. 

Some days she sat in her room and stared at the ceiling until the world outside became dark. She had lost so many friends; not just to death but to her own personal feelings. Leaving Alexandria meant leaving her friends behind. The only person she had at Hilltop was Tara, who was usually busy doing far more important things than Y/N ever would. 

And sometimes she was sad when she thought of Alden. Of how she treated him. She let him sit next to her, she let him talk to her. But she never spoke back, no matter how badly she wanted to. He too didn’t have any friends. Sometimes she looked at him as he spoke, not showing any emotion but letting him know that she was listening, and she could see sadness in eyes when he realized she wasn’t going to reply. 

She had accepted the fact that he wasn’t Negan and that he seemed like a good person. But she felt it was her duty to Glenn and even to Abraham to ignore him, because if she became close to him she be close to their murderer. 

But she needed someone to talk to. And a part of her always felt a little happy when he was around her, knowing that someone cared enough to stick around.

Getting out of bed she made her way to Alden’s trailer. She hesitated. Caving in and talking to him would make him feel like he won her attention. She mentally scolded herself for being annoying and knocked on the door.

When he opened the door, he smiled a real smile. Teeth and all. She stuttered.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go, anyone else to talk to. I don’t want to bother you, seriously, I just…I need to talk to someone,” she confessed. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it at all. I’m glad you’re here. You can talk for as long as you want.”

They sat on the little sofa against the wall and Y/N couldn’t help but spill all of her feelings out. She had never felt so vulnerable. But she didn’t seem to care, either. She cried and he listened. He comforted her and told her to take her time. She couldn’t understand why he was being so nice to her or why it was her that he had attempted to befriend. 

“Can I ask you something?” she asked him.

“Anything,” he replied.

“Why me?”

He hesitated for a moment. “When I first saw you, not only did I think you were beautiful but you also looked so sad. I didn’t know why at the time of course but when you told me, part of me was upset that you hated me so much but I also understood why. You can hate me if you want.”

They looked at each other for a minute. His eyes were so kind, she realized. She felt truly safe in his presence. 

She let out a sigh and dropped her head into her hands. 

“I want to be your friend, I do. But I can’t stop seeing Negan when I look at you. Ever since you and the other Saviors came here, he’s all I can think about. And then I’m reminded of everything else and I just want to stop thinking about it. I can’t go back to Alexandria because I will just be reminded of the horrified look on everyone’s faces, and I can’t stay here because looking at you makes me angry. I know it’s not your fault. Really, I do. But I just can’t,” she cried. 

“Let me change that. I don’t associate myself with him, I never did. Just talk to me and you’ll see that I’m not like him or the other Saviors. Far from it, actually. Give me a chance.”

Y/N thought for a long time. The pros outweighed the cons. She knew she was the problem, the reason why she wouldn’t talk to him. But she also knew she was the one who could change that. 

“Okay,” she said. “Yeah.”

He grinned. 

– 

Months had passed since Y/N made the decision to be Alden’s friend. However, she was started to feel like they were more than friends. They spent a majority of the day by each other’s side, since they really had no one else to interact with. 

She had gotten rid of her hatred for him and for the other Saviors. The only person she hated now was Negan himself. 

She felt better in Alden’s presence. Sadness no longer consumed her, now she was always content, always happy. It was Alden who pulled her out of it, and she would never be able to put into words how thankful she was for him.

The two were sitting on a bench, watching the sunset. 

“Alden,” she addressed him softly.

“Yeah,” he replied, turning his head to look at her.

“Thank you. For everything. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“You could let me kiss you,” he said as his eyes went to her lips. 

“Ok. Yeah.” She leaned in.

She had kissed people before, but none of them felt quite like that. It was soft and gentle, yet she could feel the desire, she could tell he had been wanting to do that for a while. 

When they pulled away they both smiled bigger than they ever had. 

“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips. 

[404writes]

Imagine: Alden and Carl at work

Summary: Alden and Carl are both apprenticing as blacksmiths at Earl's shop in Hilltop, finding comfort in staying late and working on their own projects, bonding over not much else, except Enid.

Notes: Kinda jumbling around the timeline here. Post-whisperer era, Alnid exists

Word Count: 620

A/N: this is just a little imagine type piece i wrote, if this is well-recieved i might write more in this format, it was really enjoyable to write with no real end goal, but rather to play around with a scenario. -404 ~

They'd stayed late again, Earl had left many hours beforehand, and neither of the boys knew what time it was. On nights like these, Alden was usually the first of the pair to depart, leaving Carl to potter around alone for however long he wished. But tonight, they wrapped up around the same time. They usually kept to themselves in this setting, working alongside each other but never questioning what the other was doing. That's not to say they weren't friends, they got along excellently in a social setting, but they mutually understood the boundaries set at work. They both used the place as somewhere to unload and mindlessly do the job they enjoyed, conversation would make it redundant.

A routine had been established, they had their own space, their own equipment, and the handful of phrases that were acceptable to use during a late-night session. Alden would work at the storefront, tinkering with pieces of scrap metal, Carl would stay out back, enclosed in a corner, usually sitting on a bench doing a task secretively. They'd cross paths to remove their tools from the shelf which they all resided, but apart from that there was no physical indication the other was in the shop, only the knowing reassurance that they just were.

Alden was usually the one to initiate the nightly, short-lived small talk, only when Carl was in his physical presence. "Stayin' late tonight?" "Think so, you?" "Yeah, got stuff to do." "Work? Or a project?" "Project, seeing what kind of rings and stuff I can make with that scrap metal Earl left." "Oh, that's cool. For Enid?" "Yeah, she says the rings she steals from the dead hardly ever fit her, I told her she'd have more success taking a less morbid approach to jewellery shopping, but she insists it'd feel immoral to get them from an old world shop. Hopefully she'll let me give her some fitting, handmade ones." "God, I can just hear her saying that. She does it with their pockets too! She'll clear them out and find something she likes, get so excited, and act so stunned that she found it, like she's the luckiest person alive! As if she couldn't have just raided any old house and found ten of the same thing."

They'd both laugh.

After an exchange like that, Carl would wish him luck, Alden would tell him not to stay too late that night. By the time the last sentence was finished, they'd both be out of sight.

~

Although they were decently close, they both got a majority of their information about each other through Enid. She'd tell Alden how awesome Carl was, she'd talk to Alden every time she got back from reading comics in the forest with him, telling him how it was nice to have a friend like that. She'd talk about his family too, walking him through her plans to go back to Alexandria with Carl when he next went back, because she really missed Judith. Alden soaked up the information.

Enid would tell Carl how happy she was with Alden, and how she had a gut feeling he was the man she'd be with forever. She'd tell him how there were still people out to get him, because he was once a saviour, and how it scared her, especially after it once got him badly injured. Carl would agree with her, and tell her that he's happy for her, that she's made a good decision choosing him.

Enid was happy she didn't have to worry about Alden seeing Carl as a threat to their relationship. Even though if he did, she'd definitely see the concern as justifiable. She was also happy that she didn't have to worry about Carl becoming threatened by Alden's position in her life, she was grateful that he was nothing but happy for her.

~

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[bellwood-qudditch]

TWD FINALE PREDICTIONS PART 2

•Negan will have more character redemption

•Maggie might pass out similar to Rick in his final episode and might see certain people such as Alden, Beth, Sasha or maybe even Rick?

•Judith might also pass out and see someone such as Rick or even Carl.

•I don’t think this will happen but if the show started with Rick Grimes in a coma it could end with Judith in one

•I think since Lydia had her arm bitten off she’ll live and they’ll plottwist it that someone else in her group dies

•Variant Walker kills Jules and Luke

•Daryl tells Judith about Beth and Tyreese and the rest

•Major character mentions that are already dead

•Connie, Yumiko, Magna and Kelly live.