#alpha x reader twd

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Marriage.

Pairing: Alpha x reader

Warnings: Alpha slightly out of character, gender neutral reader, fluff and angst.

Summary: Alpha spends the day planning to ask her long term partner to marry her. A twist at the end.

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"They're perfect."

Alpha keeps telling herself that over and over as she stares at her partner. They're fast asleep beside her and snoring softly.

She watches their eyes move around under their eyelids. The movements make the eyelashes raise slightly as if they're waking up from their deep slumber. But the tent is sealed tightly and made thick to avoid the sun waking Alpha's lover.

The figure beside her stirs slightly and Alpha watches them shift slightly. They don't wake up. Alpha sighs in content and slips her arm from under their head and exits the tent.

People are boiling water and skinning animals, getting ready to feed the guardians. People freeze when Alpha walks through camp towards her second in command. Beta joins her in her walk to the edge of camp to look in on the guardians.

"I need you do something for me today." Alpha finally speaks. Beta nods. "Find me a ring. One that'll fit Y/N's finger."

Beta doesn't respond to her, he just leaves camp. Alpha turns towards the sheets hanging around camp. She walks over to one and pulls it down. She picks up a stray basket and shoots a look at some whisperers staring at her and they hurry back to working again.

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The sun is setting and Beta still hadn't returned with a ring. Alpha is starting to get irritated with him. Y/N had woke up hours ago and started their daily chores.

"Where is he?" She ponders out loud.

"Who?" She hears her lover ask quietly.

"Beta."

"He's looking for you in camp."

"Of course he is."

Alpha leaves them standing by themselves and they just shrug it off, going back to work.

Beta doesn't say anything to Alpha when she grabs the ring from him. Beta wanted Alpha but knew she loved Y/N.

She leaves him in the middle of camp and heads over to them. She grabs their hand and tugs them after her out near the guardians. She releases them but keeps her back turned.

"What did I tell you the first night you kissed me?"

"I was temporary and could be very easily replaced."

"I don't want you to be temporary." She turns around and shows them the ring.

Their eyes don't light up and they just look sad. Alpha clears her throat. "I'm asking you to marry me."

"I know and the answer is; no. You won't tell Beta you don't like him and he's constantly between our relationship. So no, I won't marry you."

Alpha watches them turn around and leave her near the guardians. She had no idea what to say or that Beta had threatened them earlier to say no and leave camp.

Her heart breaks and Beta, of course, comes to the rescue.

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Written by @dumbtrashybitch 🖤

Had to rewrite because Tumblr deleted it

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Unwanted.

Pairing: Alpha x reader

Warnings: POSSIBLE TWS!!, adult language, unwanted advances, attempts at molestation, killing, and mentions of harassment to a gay man

Summary: Alpha fends off unwanted advances from the reader

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The river splashes on rocks and Y/N sits beside another female whisperer, washing out old cups and off the remains of dinner on plates.

The sour smell of rotting flesh wafts down the river from the guardian beds slightly up the river. It's not overbearing, but it's definitely there. The smell floats with the water and makes the water seem unusable to any passerby.

The other whisperer sighs and sets down her current dish down on the river bed and looks at the other whisperers gathering water and heading back to camp. Y/N looks down at her bright red hands and back to the other whisperer.

"What's the matter, Ashley?" Y/N's is slightly above a whisper, but still very quiet.

"Have you ever thought of leaving this place? Being with the normal survivors at Hilltop or Alexandria?"

"I-"

"Please, be honest with me." Her eyes are pleasing with Y/N and YN sighs, setting down the plate she was holding in the box for the clean dishes.

"Sometimes. I've always wanted to wake up and brush my hair or wash my face without having to remove a piece of a dead person's face." Y/N whispers this time and looks back across the water again.

"Hey girls." Sheldon purrs walking by.

The 2 girls giggle about the sass in the gay man's wal and get back to the job at hand. Unluckily for them, Sheldon was followed by a less known whisperer who had been harassing women around the camp.

Harry sees the 2 women and immediately does a B line for them instead of following Sheldon and harassing him for his sexual preference. Harry struts up and runs a hand down Y/N's back to try and grab a handful of her ass that nestled against her legs.

"Hey!" Y/N jumps up and shoves the shaggy man backwards.

She freezes for a second realizing how loud she had gotten with their leader just up the hill from them. Harry laughs at her distress and smiles evily at her. "What? You're wearing those shorts and expect someone not to grab you?"

"I can wear what I want to, Harry and expect to not get groped." Y/N hisses quietly.

"Yeah, leave her alone!" Ashley spits at him.

"Or what? Come on, let me have a feel."

Harry reaches for Y/N's chest and she grips her switch blade on her hip. She whips it out and slashes at his hand causing him to retreat his hand. Sheldon notices the fight nearby and drops his bucket to rush over to his friends.

"Fuck off, Harry and quit harassing people in camp!"

"What the fuck are you gonna do, faggot?" Harry growls pulling his own knife.

Ashley grips the plate she was holding and swings it at Harry, busting it on his head. Harry cries out on surprise and swings his blade blindly at Y/N. Sheldon pulls her away before the knife makes contact.

Y/N swings her own and catches the side of his arm, tearing the skin and making blood seep out of the wound. Before Harry can retaliate, Alpha basically teleports behind him and tosses him like a sack of potatoes.

Alpha stands over Harry and presses her foot to his chest. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"That bitch is dressed like a slut and expects us men to control ourselves."

"Beta, do you have a hard time controlling the urge to molest an unsuspecting girl for dressing how she wants?"

Beta looks over at Y/N and shakes his head. "She's dressed like any other woman during a warm day."

"I'm gonna ask you this; can a man survive this world without his hands?" Alpha asks.

"Of course not. We need our hands to defend ourselves and to teach ungrateful women their place."

Alpha furrows her brows and reaches her hand out behind her. Beta pulls out one of his large knives and places it in his leader's hand. She brings it back around and let's the sun shine on the blade.

"You're absolutely right, but knives are for teaching ungrateful men, like you."

Alpha stabs the knife into the man's chest. He gurgles for a few seconds and she stands up, leaving the knife inside his chest. She turns back to the 2 women while Beta removes him to throw him in with the guardians. Alpha approaches Y/N and reaches out, swiping away some strand of hair from her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Alpha asks blinking one eye at a time.

Y/N feels her skin warm up and she starts to grow flustered by the bald woman. Y/N just nods and presses her hands together. The nearby whisperers who were watching everything happen, start to stir and leave the river bank.

"That's how you know your touch is welcome." Alpha smirks and leaves the 2 women by the river to finish their tasks before nightfall.

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Written by @rottingbutnotinhell 🖤

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Cloud Nine

Pairing: Alpha x reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Y/N is weirdly happy and everyone is wondering why

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“If there’s a prize, for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already won that-”  You sing to yourself as you pull weeds in the garden, smiling as Michonne gives you a quizzical look. 

“Wow, (Y/N). Up at the crack of dawn, AND singing Disney. Something’s got you in a good mood. Since You’re so cheerful, would you mind helping Carol with canning this afternoon?” You smile back, as Michonne smirks at you, and shrug your shoulders.

“Sure! I’d love that!” Your voice is an odd sort of perky, and you hear her sigh softly. “Let me finish pulling these weeds, and then I’ll head over to the canning center. I can watch Judith and R.J. this afternoon if you like.”

“Sure.” Michonne rolls her eyes. “What did you eat for breakfast anyway? I need your energy today.”

You finish in the garden, singing to yourself the whole time, as you dust your hands off on your jeans. Your mind is reeling, part of you still in the forest under the stars, the leaves tangling in your hair as you fall asleep wrapped in Alpha’s arms. You are so in love with that woman, and after last night, well, you don’t think anything could put a damper on your increasingly good mood.

“They say time take its toll on a body Makes a young girl's brown hair turn gray Well, honey, I don't care, I ain't in love with your hair And if it all fell out, well, I'd love you anyway They say time can play tricks on a mem'ry Make people forget things they knew Well, it's easy to see it's happenin' to me I've already forgotten every woman but you Oh, darlin', I'm gonna love you forever Forever and ever, amen” 

“(Y/N)!” You stop mid song, realizing that you nearly slammed straight into Daryl, who glares at you fighting a smile. “What’s got into you today? You aint never like this.” You just shrug, turning back towards the house, opening the door and greeting Carol with a big grin.

“Hey! I’m here to help with canning! By the way, isn't it crazy? It’s nearly lunchtime. Wow! The day has just FLOWN BY!” You giggle girlishly, and twirl around like a Disney princess, earning a laugh from Carol.

“Oookay. Sure. Take it down a couple notches though (Y/N). You’ve got just a bit too much perky today.” Carol says as she takes out the jars and hands you a knife and cutting board, motioning to the peaches over in the barrel. 

The hours fly by, and Carol is surprised by how fast you work, and less pleasantly surprised by exactly how many Disney and Country songs you know the words to. By the time you’re done, you’ve treated her to nearly every Disney love song in your repertoire, and  a great many country songs as well. She’s spent the entire time trying to figure out why you’re so happy, and how you can possibly be glowing as brightly as you are. 

She lets you go earlier than expected, not at all surprised when you spend your bit of free time laying on the grass under the shadiest of the shady trees, dreamily staring up into the branches with a love sick grin on your face. 

“I can talk to you all night Somethin' about you feels like home Even if you said goodbye, you'd make it sound good But I hope you don't 'Cause I wanna get to know you, Take me down every road that brought you to me, yeah Come on get a little closer I wanna know everything, everything Are you from Louisiana, Mississippi, The coast of Georgia, the Heart of Dixie Wherever it is, girl it gets me Drunk on you like a fifth of whiskey My heart beats fast when you talk slow, Slower than a sunset in Tupelo And if you're sayin' anything at all I'll stand right here and fall For your southern drawl” 

“Hey!” You jump a mile when Lydia sits down beside you, rolling her eyes at you as you realize you’d been twirling your hair around your finger as your other hand absentmindedly pulled grass stems up by their roots. “Singing about someone...special?” She gives you a teasing grin, and you shake your head, still intently watching the sun, wishing you could command the night to come, so you could sneak off to be with the one you love.

“Yeah.” You answer honestly, not wanting to give anything away to Alpha’s smart daughter. 

“Who is she?” Lydia asks, and you shake your head. “Come ON (Y/N), you’ve got to tell me.” She’s blossomed since she’s been here, and it has been good for her. She’s fitting in and becoming more confident, which also means she’s no longer afraid to pester you with questions.

“I’m not telling.” You answer, humming softly under your breath. To your delight, the sun is closer to setting, and you are completely hooked on staring at its slow descent behind the tree line.

“Sun aint gonna set any faster with you staring at it.” Lydia teases, tossing a handful of grass at you, when you roll your eyes. “Word of advice, instead of squeezing through the gap in the rails, try the trick woodpile. You’ll get there faster, and nobody patrols there during guard change” Her voice is low, and you stare at her in surprise. “Oh, and by the way, your answer is Alabama. Tuscaloosa, Alabama.” She smirks, as she stands up. 

“How’d you know?” You ask, dumbfounded, staring at her with an expression of shock.

“You come back smelling like that perfume she still sprays on her bedroll. Grinning and singing really cheesy love songs. I think it’ll be good for Mom, to have someone like you. Maybe you can help her. Make her human again.”

“I hope so.” You smile, thankful for Lydia’s approval. “I really do love her.”

“You better be careful, or everyone’s going to know that.” She smirks as you stand, heading over to the false woodpile, glad to see that the sun is setting. Your heart practically soars at the thought of being back with your beloved.

~~

Written by @thankyoualexkingston-blog 💕

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Misunderstanding

Pairing: Alpha x reader

Warnings: hints at murdering someone, threats, slight angst and fluff.

Summary: you don't meet Alpha and she assumes the worse

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Every night at sunset. Here. Right here. You were supposed to be HERE. This rock, has been your meeting place for nearly a year. You’ve never missed a single meeting. Alpha paces like a caged wolf, eyes scanning the woods for any sign of you. She waits until the sun sets, the moon replacing her brother in the sky, her face full as she lends her light to the woods. She stands, motionless, worry gripping her heart as she searches the trees for you. You still do not come. You are not coming. You have betrayed her. And no one betrays Alpha. 

“Get up! Pack meeting. NOW” Alpha’s voice is sharp and cruel as she rouses the sleeping pack members. Some groan, taking their time to rise from their pallets and their tents, while others, the morning scouts and dawn hunters, rise swiftly. Beta gives Alpha a questioning look, but she doesnt respond to the question in his eyes. Instead, Alpha climbs to the highest point on the rock she has come to address the pack from, and, with eyes of steel and a voice like ice, she begins to speak.

“If anyone sees (Y/N) She is to be brought to me. Dead or Alive. She has betrayed me. I fear that she will give her leaders our location. She must be punished. The one who brings me the traitor dead will receive a great reward, but the one who brings it to me, Alive, will receive and even greater one.” Alpha looks around at her pack, ferocity in her eyes. “Bring it to me by sundown, and you will have no duties for a week.”

Your eyes open, as you weakly raise your head, trying to shake the ringing from your ear drums. You look around you, blinking in the blinding light. Wait. No. No. Blinding light? You were supposed to meet Lisa. No. She must be so worried! You try to push yourself to your feet, but you find that you can’t. Upon closer inspection, you realize that your right leg is bent at an odd angle, and there is a certain red stickiness pooling beneath you. You wince, trying not to allow yourself to cry out, not wanting whatever stray walkers are about to hear you, when you are weak and defenseless. You wonder if your group, Michonne or Carol, or Tara, are out searching for you, but you doubt it. You arent someone they would quickly notice to be missing. You are a gardener, and it isn’t the growing season right now, so you’ve been assigned to knit blankets for the expected newborns, but you generally look after yourself. Which is just as well, because it gives you time and a way to go and meet Lisa each evening. Lisa. Alpha. Oh no. Has she asked the pack to search for you? She must have. You know she worried, when you didn’t show up. They’re probably combing the woods right now.

With all the rain lately, the trail was especially steep, and muddy. You had lost your footing, and crashed down a small hill into this ravine a little before sunset. If you weren't injured, you’d be able to climb out on your own. But with your leg the way it is, and the bleeding in your side, you can’t even stand up, let alone climb rocks to get out of this mess.

You sigh in relief as you see Sky, a new member of Alpha’s pack, walking towards you. You reach out a hand, your eyes conveying the relief you feel. “Sky, oh thank goodness. Please, help me? I..I fell from the path, I..think my leg is broken.”

“Save it traitor.” You yelp in confusion as she pulls you roughly to your feet, her metal bat, her weapon of choice, colliding with your broken leg. “I don’t give a shit. Alpha wants you. Dead or alive. So let’s go. Walk or I’ll kill you, and bring you in that way.” You whimper, not understanding what’s going on. Traitor? No. What does she mean Traitor? Sky knows you. The whole pack knows you. Youre Alpha’s mate, the pack’s second queen almost. Youre not a traitor.

“I SAID MOVE!” The bat collides with your leg again, and you can barely breathe. The last thing you hear is Sky’s stream of curses before you sink to the forest floor.

“Where did you find her?” Lisa is using her ‘leader voice’. She sounds angry, and you shudder, Sky’s words ringing in your head. She’s going to kill you. You don’t want to die. Not now. Not by her hand. You didn’t betray her. You didn’t. What did you do wrong?

“In the south ravine. Bitch says she fell off the path. Wasn’t lying about the broken leg though. Couldn’t walk on it. Even with a bit of incentive. Dragged it here after it fell. Wanted to gain your favor.” You look up from your spot on the ground, realizing your hands and legs are tied together, which explains the blinding pain. “I beat her up a bit for you. Deserves it for betraying-” 

The sound of the slap makes you wince,  and you involuntarily cry out in fear, causing Alpha’s attention to be averted to you. You tremble as your eyes meet hers, and you quickly drop your gaze, afraid to show fear, knowing she doesn’t allow anyone to look her in the eyes. You used to be different, but you don’t think that’s how it is now.

“(Y/N).” Alpha kneels down beside you, pulling her knife from it’s sheath, and you shy away, trying, in whatever way possible, to preserve and prolong whatever life you have left. “Hold still damn it.” She hisses, her teeth clenched, jaw set in a hard line. You shake your head, pressing your chin to your chest, trembling from fear, and from the pain. “Oh. (Y/N)” Alpha, Lisa whispers, her voice soft as she places a hand on your cheek. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m trying to cut the ropes. Let me help you. Please.” 

Not too long later, you are in Alpha’s tent, resting on a mess of blankets, her lap your pillow. She’s stroking your hair, humming softly to you as she coaxes you to drink a bit of peppermint tea, to help lessen the pain. Your leg has been set, and your side fixed up. 

“I never-” You start, a smile playing on your lips as she silences you with a kiss. 

“I know.” She whispers, every bit Lisa now, all evidence of the angry woman gone. She’s holding you, and taking care of you, and you are happier than you’ve been in a while. “I thought youd betrayed me when you didnt show. I...dont do worry very well. I dont do emotion. Not around them.” 

“I forgive you” You whisper. “I..I love you Lisa. I tried . I wanted to meet you, but I…” You smile as she kisses you again, effectively silencing you once again.

“So everytime I talk, i get a kiss?” You tease, laughing weakly as she places her lips to yours again.”

“Shut up” She laughs,holding you close in her arms. You know that now, everything will be alright. Lisa loves you, and that will never change.

~~

Written by @thankyoualexkingston-blog 💕

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Defense.

Pairing: alpha x reader

Warnings: adult language, threats and Alpha slightly out of character.

Summary: reader defends Alpha against hate from someone in their group

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“I’d be a better leader than that bitch, She’s too damn soft, thinking only about that disloyal daughter of hers. Lydia ran off. So what? Alpha’s supposed to lead us. Not send us into a fight after that stupid kid of hers.” You whip your head around, dropping the basket of laundry that you were starting to wash in the river. You feel a rage course through you. How dare this bitch talk about your Alpha that way?

“How about you SHUT UP.” You snarl, your voice an angry, enraged whisper as you turn, facing the woman who towers over your small form. “She’s our leader. Show some respect! She’s human, just like the rest of us. How about I take your child away from you and see how you like it?”

You don’t see Alpha standing on the bank, between the two trees. Youre too focused on the woman in front of you, on the fight you know is coming. She raises her hand, meaning to punch you in the jaw, but you use a move Alpha had taught you, and bring her crashing down into the water. “Talk about her like that again, and I’ll cut out your damned tongue.” You snarl, before taking your basket to the other side of the lake and continuing to wash the laundry as if nothing had happened, but inside you are still fuming.

You love her. You realize as you wring out her clothes, and set them on the branches to dry, along with the others that you had washed. You love her, the way you always wanted to love somebody. But you know, or at least you think, that the proud woman would never feel the same way for you. How could she? You were lame, ever since Beta had found you with the tree on your leg, and because you walked with a limp and forever would, Alpha had forbidden you from completing the more dangerous tasks. You were the laundress, the cook, and you mended the tents. So how, in the world, would Alpha fall for you, the one who couldnt even walk with the hordes?

“(Y/N)?” Alpha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you turn around, taken aback by the expression in her bright blue eyes. “Thank you. For earlier. You didn’t have to do that.”

You blush, your eyes widening as you realize she had heard, and likely seen the almost fight earlier. You look into her eyes, seeing pride, and something else you can’t place. “I don’t like to hear them talk about you that way.”

“They will talk, and always have. It is their right. To talk.” Alpha sighs, moving to sit down on a rock, motioning you to sit next to her. 

“But they shouldn’t! You’re a good leader! Yeah, you’ve made mistakes! But so the hell what? So have I. So has Beta. You took me in. You didn’t have to. I’m of no use to you, Im a liability, I always slow you down, but you took me in. You will always have my loyalty for that. There’s nothing I wouldnt do for you if you asked me to.” You blush, studying the ants on the ground, avoiding her soft, yet piercing gaze. 

“You are not useless to me. You are not a liability. You are my friend, my most loyal packmate, and I will always be grateful for your presence here, within us.” Alpha cups your cheek, brushing off a few of the tears that remain there, that you are afraid to allow anyone, especially Alpha to see. “(Y/N), Don’t ever doubt your worth to me. You are essential to this pack, and to me.”

“Really?” You ask softly, a blush rising in your cheeks. You smile at Alpha, and she smiles back, softly reaching down to take your hand in her own. 

“Really.” She smiles, squeezing your hand. “And I’m impressed by your skill back there. I think It’s time for me to teach you a bit more. Perhaps tonight?”

“That would be wonderful Alpha. Thank you.” You look into soft eyes, and start to think that maybe, she might feel the same, or someday could.

~~

Written by @thankyoualexkingston-blog 💕

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Sick.

Pairing: Alpha x reader

Warnings: sick reader, mentions of killing, fluff and Alpha out of character

Summary: Reader is sick and Alpha takes care of them.

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You are exhausted, every muscle in your body aching as if you’ve just ran a marathon. Your throat hurts, fire in every swallow, and a sheen of sweat has broken out on your forehead, as you carry another bucket of water up from the river. It is a cold, early spring morning, the frost still on the tree trunks, and you have worked hard to break the ice so that you could carry the water up the steep bank, dumping it into the big cauldron on the roaring fire, so that Alpha and Beta and the other lower ranking pack leaders would be able to have warm baths. It is your job to do this, as well as to do the laundry for the camp, and look after the young children when they are at play. 

Normally, you don’t mind this task, done once a week, taking nearly your entire day when they wished you to do it. Today however, every single step is painful,the bucket is heavy as a rock, and you struggle to carry it into camp, your head swimming like the fish in the river. 

You curse as the water spills out of the bucket, splashing on a pair of feet.

“What the hell?” To your horror, you hear Alpha’s voice, and your heart stops. Great. Youre going to die. She’s going to kill you. She’s killed for less, just to prove that she can. You dont want to die. You don’t want to die. You’re shaking, the bucket slapping the ground, its remaining water splashing out onto her feet.

“YOU DARE DISRESPECT YOUR ALPHA IN THIS WAY?” Beta grabs you around the throat, lifting you off your feet, not even giving you time to yelp. 

“Beta. Put her down. NOW.” Alpha snarls, her voice oddly calm as she stares him down, catching you as he tosses you to the ground. 

“You’re not well.” It is a statement, not a question. You shake your head as you try to get up, surprised as Alpha herself offers you her hand. 

“Thank you.” You take it willingly, smiling as she leads you to her den, motioning for you to lay down on the soft sleeping pallet. You sigh in relief as you do as she asks, wincing   as you close your eyes and are almost immediately asleep.

“(Y/N)” You wake to the warm drawl in your ear, the smell of soup reaching your nostrils. You sit up, your head pounding and the den seeming to spin around you. “No no. Lay back against the pillows. You’re not movin from here for some time. Just lie back.”

You do as you are told, closing your eyes again as she spoons soup into your mouth, doing your best to eat everything that she gives you. 

“Thank you. For not killing me.” You whisper, confused when you hear her bewildered laugh. 

“You think I would kill you for accidentally spilling a bit of water on my feet? (Y/N), that would not happen. You have worked all day long, even when you were ill. How could I kill that kind of loyalty? No (Y/N), you will not die today, in fact, It is time you were on the receiving end of loyalty.”   

You sigh softly, as she helps you to lie back down, her hand lingering on your shoulder, her eyes full of compassion, empathy and warmth. She presses a metal cup to your lips, the cold liquid cooling your throat. You return her smile, eyes soft as you look into her own.

“Alpha-” You whisper, your voice filled with respect, and thanks. It hurts, to move, but you don’t need to worry about that. For the first time, since before the Walkers took over the earth, you feel safe, and protected. 

“Lisa.” Alpha whispers, and your eyes widen in shock. She has just told you what no one else, not even Beta knows. Her name.  “When we are alone, you can call me Lisa.” She stands, and exits the warm den, and for a few minutes, she is gone. You wonder briefly, if she is coming back. 

You dont know how long it has been, when you’re gently awoken, soft hands stroking your cheek. A warm wet rag on your forehead “(Y/N), come on now honey, sit up for me? Thats it. You’ll heal faster if you’re clean.” You are surprised, and just a bit nervous, when she helps you to take off the dirty clothes you wear, setting them outside the den, for someone to take. You are even more surprised when you reach for the rag, but Lisa stops your hand with her own. 

“No love. Let me.” To your shock, she has a bucket of steaming hot water. Slowly, ever so gently, she begins to clean every bit of dirt and grime off of your skin. She helps you to lay on your stomach, as she washes your back, gentle hands massaging your shoulders and back, trying to soothe some of the aches she must know the fever is causing you. Her hands are far more gentle than you thought she could ever be, and you are even more surprised when she begins to wash your hair, running the soap gently through your hair, massaging your scalp. 

“You dont have to do this.” You say softly, though in truth, you are glad she is taking care of you. It has been so long since you felt loved by anyone. 

“I know I dont.” Lisa’s voice is soft as she pulls a night dress over your head, before pulling you close in her arms, holding you tightly as she helps you to relax under the warm blankets. “But I want you to feel better, and this will hopefully help. Until you are back on your feet, I am going to take care of you.” Her voice is soft, her hand stroking your hair as you lay against her, falling asleep to her heartbeat, and the sound of her gentle drawl singing you a long forgotten melody.

~~

Written by @thankyoualexkingston-blog 💕

[not-another-writing-blog]

Stars.

Pairing: Alpha x reader

Warnings: fluff and Alpha slightly out of character

Summary: Alpha holds you, the reader, under the stars

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The stars gleam in the night sky, the air just crisp enough for you to need a jacket, or, in this case, to be content in snuggling in the arms that are wrapped around you. 

Your head rests on her chest, both of you covered by a warm blanket from her den. Her hands stroke your hair as you look up to the sky, listening to her naming off the different constellations, pointing them out to you with a gentle, calming drawl. You’re almost lulled to sleep by her voice, her warm hand in your hair, lovingly and absentmindedly petting you as if second nature or a habit. 

“(Y/N)” You open your eyes weakly, looking up into hers, as you sleepily place a kiss on her lips. 

“Yes, my Lisa?” You ask gently, laying your head back down as she resumes petting your hair, this time using her other hand to massage your shoulders. 

“You’re tired my love. Would you like to go to bed?” Alpha brushes the hair back from your cheek and you manage to shake your head. 

“No.” You mumble against her collarbone, and you feel her chuckle. “No. Just...just hold me. I like when you hold me.”

“Ok.” Alpha whispers, kissing the top of your head as you lay in her warm embrace, listening to her heartbeat under your ear. 

“Tell me something, my love?”You ask her, your heart pounding as you wonder if it was a good idea to ask what you were about to ask. You didnt know much, if anything about her past, and had always wanted to. You just hoped she wouldnt yell at you for asking.

“What is it Dove?” She asks, using her special nickname for you. Her dove. Once, you asked her why she called you such a thing, and she responded that you brought her life the peace that she could find nowhere else. You have a nickname for her, too. You call her Wolf. Because to you, she is warmth. Safety, the perfect balance of wildness and wonder. You are so damn in love with this woman.

“Tell me, about who you were, before all of this?” You ask, feeling her arms tighten around you, and you sense, that for once, she wants YOU to hold HER. You oblige, switching positions and sighing happily as she rests her head on your chest, looking into your eyes as she entwines your hand with her own, her eyes taking on a sad, lost look.

“I was Lisa Evans. A hairstylist. I led a very boring life.” She sighs before continuing. “But I was content. Happy. I treasured every moment with my daughter. We, my husband and I, were never in love. I had Lydia after getting drunk and pregnant at a college party. Frank insisted on making an honest woman out of me, and I was too young to consider other options.” Her accent is thick, her voice filled with poorly hidden tears, as she burrows further into you, seeking comfort from the warmth that you offer. 

“I loved that little girl from the minute she was born, though I was never a good mother. I know that. Never had a mind or a heart for such things. I..” She swallows hard, and you silence her with the gentlest of kisses.

“Shhh..” You whisper softly, holding her close to you, kissing her lovingly as you massage her shoulders, gently and sweetly caressing her bald scalp. 

“I fell in love, with you for YOU. Not for anything else. Not for any hidden motive, or for any favors you could grant me. You are my safety. My heart. My love and my life. I will always adore every single possible thing about you. That will never change.”

Tears find their way to the corners of her eyes as you speak, and when you fall silent, she is looking at you, a gentle expression in her eyes. “Come on my love. Let’s go the the den. It is cold, and you, my starlight, are warm.”

“I would like that.” You whispered, accepting her hand for help as you stand up, pulling her into your arms once you are both on your feet. “I would LOVE that.”

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Written by @thankyoualexkingston-blog 💕

[not-another-writing-blog]

My world.

Pairing: Alpha x Reader

Warnings: angst, reader is kind of undercover, reader is married to Alpha, Alpha is referred to as Lisa and mention of murder/death

Summary: Judith wonders why the reader isn't celebrating Alpha's death

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“(Y/N)?” Judith’s voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you pull your gaze from the stars above to the child who sits down next to you. “Mom made lemonade. She sent me out here to see why you arent inside. We’re celebrating. The wars over!” The enthusiasm in her voice makes you smile slightly, though you still dont move from your spot on the grass. “Are you ok?”

“I will be.” You look up to the stars again, a lone tear finding it’s way down your cheek, splashing onto your hand. “I just need to be alone.” No. You need something you’ll never have again. You need the smell of earth, and nature, and strong arms wrapped around you, and a gentle southern drawl humming in your ear. 

When the head of your lover was dropped at Michonne’s feet you had fought back a scream of terror, and grief. Lydia had glanced your way, finding you through the crowd and sliding her hand in yours. She knew. She was grieving too, grieving a mother she loved, but had never gotten along with, mainly due to Lisa’s bipolar disorder, regulated just fine before the apocalypse, but without the availability of medicine, had caused her to go off the rails. You had loved her still, through everything, become hers in every sense of the word. Lydia even saw you as somewhat as a mother, turning to you for comfort once you joined the pack. 

You had first met Lisa before there was a pack, back when it was just her and Lydia. You had saved her  daughter from walkers, and been injured, though thankfully not bit or scratched, in the process, and Lisa had allowed you to stay with them, taking care of you, until you were fully better. Youd fallen for each other, so subtly it seemed to have always been the case. You were her world, and she was yours. You and you alone got to see her soft side.

You'd ended up with the Alexandrians one winter when you and the pack were migrating to warmer climates. You were crossing the river and the ice broke, but you dared not shout for Lisa because she was surrounded by the undead. Your eyes had met hers in a look of horror as you had gone under the water, believing that to be the last time you’d ever see her beautiful eyes.

You had been over joyed when Daryl had brought in Lydia. You acted as if you didnt know her, but it was one of the hardest things to do. You listened in when Henry questioned her, and were elated when it seemed like your beloved was still alive. You were on the guard tower when she came, and her eyes met yours, filling with relief and love. You snuck off to her camp every chance you had.

You were part of this group now, and Lisa asked you to stay, to take care of Lydia, though you wanted nothing more to return to your wife, to sleep under the stars with her again. 

Nothing could have prepared you for this moment, Nothing. Your heart is shattered, and it will never be whole again.

“I’m just wishing my wife could be here.” You finally whisper. Judith looks at you, her expression far too wise for a child her age.

“I didn’t know you were married.” You had practically raised this kid, and you know she wonders why you never told her about your wife. “What was she like?”

“Her name was Lisa.” You say softly. “She had golden hair and the bluest eyes you ever saw. She could sing like the angels, and when she sang, the birds stopped to listen. We met during all of this, at the start. And we were separated when I fell under the ice, and met you guys.”

“What happened to her?” Judith asks, resting her head in your lap, and you begin to absentmindedly braid her hair, the same as you’d done for Lydia all those years ago. 

“She died. Killed.” A sob threatens to escape, and you fight it back, focusing on the two bright blue stars between the trees.

“By a bad guy?” Judith asks innocently, staring up at you with a sad expression, 

“No.” You sigh finally. “By someone who thought he was doing right,  because Lisa had done something really bad. She’d hurt a lot of people, and he was just...trying to fix that.”

“Oh.” You sigh in relief as you hear Michonne call out for Judith, and watch her bound away into the house, leaving you alone under the night sky.

“I love you, you know. I never stopped. I never will stop. I need you Lisa. I need you to make everything ok, again. I keep thinking Im going to go down to the river, and you’ll be there, but I know you arent. Please, if...if you can, somehow, give me a sign that you’re ok, and maybe, that you love me too?” It may be your imagination, but those two stars are shining brighter than they were before.

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Written by @thankyoualexkingston-blog 💕