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[addicted-to-ava]

Do it now, or we won’t have sex for a month.

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When rounding the house, Ava, once again, became highly aware of all their people could now be faced with. Were there really only five men to take out? Were there more of them waiting elsewhere? Who else knew about the community? Who of her people were out there screaming? Who of her people were dying?

The gun shots were echoing reminders that more of the war was being fought at the other side of the streets. There was nothing more that Ava could do. She needed to focus. She needed to help take these men out. She couldn’t let Elliot down. She couldn’t have these people die and be left alone again. Left to cart around one of the dead like a dog on a leash. Dirty. Alone.

Get it together.

Using the front porch of the home for coverage seemed like a good idea. Ava easily crawled forward and stayed flat on her stomach as she aimed at the men who were now but thirty feet away. Thinking she were covered well enough in the darkness of the hour, she laid low for a while, allowing Elliot to comfortably make a plan of his own. She didn’t know where he was now, or if any angle he held was more successful, all she could do was go with her gut, taking the moment when it was right.

It did seem so easy. There were three of them right before her.. Should she wait any longer? Ava would steady herself with a deep breath, but, as she was just about to shoot, she heard Elliot grunting, and punches landing. Knowing she couldn’t just barrel on out to the group she’d stay low and listen in. In their chatter Ava gathered they were looking for food, threatening a beating should he not comply. Of course, the man refused to give such information and with the sight of a gun in his face, Ava all but lost it.

“No! Stop it!” She’d run out, the sound of Elliot protesting her help falling on deaf ears as she tried to get to him.

Careless to her dangerous surroundings, Ava was punished for her heroism when a man reached from behind her to yank roughly at the gun on her back. A grunt would sound as she was slammed to the ground, all the air taken from her in the harsh fall.

Elliot stood upon his knees, watching helplessly as the girl threw herself towards him. Having been stripped of his weapons he knew not how yet to defend her. She had more weapons than him and now she had blown any chance at getting to use them. He didn’t dare criticize her now, but how could she be so careless? How could she just throw herself into harms way?

He shifted a bit, keeping an eye on her the best he could from his hostage position. “Ava?” His tone was a warning as he saw another man move in closer. He had no idea what kind of men these were, what they were truly capable of. But god help the person who tried to hurt her. Hostage or not, Elliot would do what he could to protect her.

His glance was taken from her as he spotted some dead attracted by the commotion, but he quickly returned it. “Ava.” He’d call louder as she began to sit up.

“Mm, Ava, huh? Trying to save him?” The men would laugh and Ava would spit at him. The move making Elliot smirk, until the man just spit right back. “You’re gonna regret that.” He’d turn to the another man, attempting to display dominance as he commanded: “Take her weapons from her.”

Ava would let the guns be shed, but as the man made a pass to stroke her down, she’d slap him with all the anger in her. “You fuckin’ bitch. Just don’t give up, do ya?” The nameless, yet angry man would echo the motion, and slap Ava across the face, making Elliot’s knees dig into the ground. He longed to stand up and fight. But, he was out numbered, out gunned, and Ava was still relatively okay. He would have to wait.

“You know, Walling said this would all be easy. He said no one here could fight, and that there were only two people we needed to kill to have it all.. So, you’re Ava.. That must make you Elliot.” The man would speak, clarifying that the two of them were who they sought. “Where is Walling? He should be here for this.”

“I shot him in the face.” Elliot would spit his words out, glad to say them all the more so now.

The enemy would laugh, nodding with what was obvious anger. “I’m definitely gonna kill you now.” His eyes were distracted by the dead that roamed closer still. “Actually.. I may not do anything to you at all..” The man would stomp away through the grass, fearlessly coming face to face with one of the dead, and dragging him in the direction of his hostage.

Elliot felt a fear spike through him, he had no idea how he was to get out of this.. He didn’t know what to do, or even what to say as his eyes found Ava’s.

Seeing the monster near the man that had protected her, sent Ava into a frenzy. She’d run forward only to be gripped up by another dirty stranger, whose hands held where they pleased as she screamed at the man who threatened Elliot.

“Don’t you fucking do it! I swear I will gut you. I will make you bleed!” Ava would shout out, but quickly after, could ignore her own mistreatment no longer as the groping got rougher. She’d turn in the arms of the large man and drop down, reaching to grip his cock as hard as her hand could squeeze. A great yell would sound from his mouth, his knee coming out to his defense and landing hard on Ava’s cheek.

A shot sounded out and before Ava knew where it came from, the large man was falling over her, pressing her down beneath him in a heavy lump. She’d push away roughly only to find he wasn’t fighting back. More shots began to sound and one by one the three men were taken out.

Releasing herself from the confines of the man, she noticed some of the community folk running near.  She’d take some steady breaths as Gene went about, doing the duty of making sure each one was dead. It would be but one moment of relief before one of her men gave a small shout of shock. Ava neared, covering her mouth as she saw it.. A bite. A bite from the dead, taken from the wrist of none other than the one she was trying to protect.

The man couldn’t believe that this had happened. Elliot had done so much to stay safe, to stay careful, and to be a good leader. But of course, it would happen. It’s just what happened...

“Elliot!” Ava would fall to her knees as she looked to his wrist.

The pain was unlike anything else, but the man had only looked once, staying quiet as he had tied off his blood flow with the strap of a gun. If he kept his heart from beating too fast, he could slow the spread of the virus.

It didn’t help that Ava’s eyes were glistening in the dark, the wetness making them shine in a way he didn’t want to see. “Fuck, Elliot, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ran out-”

“We have to cut it off.” Gene would speak openly, covering her messy words. “Now.”

The small group of people would chatter and bring forth a machete as Elliot watched in silence. He was comprehending the situation in stride with the rest of them, knowing it had to be done. They didn’t have a doctor, they were low on medication... But there was no other way to live.

“Ava.” Gene would speak out as he held the blade to her.

“I- I can-”

“Do it now or we won’t have sex for a month.” Elliot would find the capacity to tease, just wanting to get her to hear him. “Do it, Ava, please.. Now.”

Gene would all but lie over the man, as another member of the group held tight to his infected hand. “It’s not sharp, Elliot.. It’s going to take her a couple hacks..” The man would ball up Elliot’s shirt and stuff it in his mouth. Elliot didn’t know what to do but obey. The pain now was sharp yet throbbing and so much more intense than his shock was letting on. But how would he fair with the feeling of no hand?

No hand...

Ava had never felt worse in her life and she could only imagine how Elliot felt. She was bitter at the group, leaving her to be the one to do such a task. And yet, she couldn’t have watched it be anyone else. Wiping quickly at her eyes to rid her sight of tears, she’d lift the blade and hold his sight one more time. “I’m sorry.” The girl would give before lowering the blade down over him. She would scream out, but still try to remain as precise to her cut as she could as she brought forth another swing. “I’m so sorry, Elliot, I love you, I’m so sorry..” Her face covering in his blood as she heard Elliot screaming to the pain, his eyes fluttering shut as he began to pass out.

Ava would fear the look, scared for his life as she finished her horrible task and dropping the blood-soaked machete with defeat as she shouted words at him with a desperate need to keep him alive. “Elliot! Elliot, please!”  She finally screamed past Gene who was tying up his arm better. 

“He’s probably in shock. We have to get him inside and cauterize the wound.”

Ava would nod, but despite the rising sun, she knew that the area may still not be secure. “I.. I don’t know what to do.”

Gene, knowing just what she was thinking, nodded at her. “He’s gonna be knocked out for a bit.. There’s nothing you can do here.”

“But if he wakes up - “

“We’ll find you. Ava, you need to make sure the people are safe first.”

Ava would nod, wiping away at her cheeks as she realized she’d started crying again. “Yeah.. Yeah. I’ll go then. Tell him...” Ava didn’t know what to say, but Gene would shake his head.

“Ava, I think you already said it all out there..”

She wasn’t quite sure of what he’d meant, but the sound of another gunshot tore her away.

Elliot would wake with a searing pain. The groan coming involuntarily as he tried to move his arm. He could see the brightness of the day, though that didn’t quite help him gage how long he’d been asleep. Despite knowing just where the pain was coming from, he couldn’t bring himself to yet look at his injury. Instead, he’d rather focus on the girl that was sleeping in a nearby chair, here before him. The reason he was still alive. Sure, the rest of them would have stepped up to the challenge, but she had ultimately given her all to keep him here.

His affection for her showed as she slept, unaware to the gaze he was casting upon her. Though he was sure she wouldn’t mind. Given what she’d said to him and all. Part of him wondered if he had imagined it, but, zombie virus mixed with loss of blood couldn’t take the sound of those words from his head. They were scary and something he was unsure he could have dealt with had the world been the way it once was. As Ava opened her eyes now, Elliot began to wonder if it would really be so bad. 

“Hey..” He’d give softly. Her features would twist to one of sadness, though he was sure he knew why.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never wake up. Elliot.. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have ran off that porch. I should have used my head, this is my fault.”

Elliot knew that it wasn’t like Ava to react the way she did, but it made sense with her confession. “What you said to me.. Did you mean that, or did you think I was going to die?”

Ava would look clueless for a moment, until it dawned on her. As if she’d forgotten. The girl would look nervous but nod. “I did. Both, but, I ...”

Elliot would give a light smile, though his stomach rocked with nerves he’d never experienced. “Ugh, this hurts like a bitch..” He’d change the subject and finally glance to his hand, or rather, his stub. 

“Gene and I were planning a run. Going out to look for meds. Pain killers, more antibiotics..”

“Don’t..”

“Elliot.. It’s for you to-”

Then he would remember. “How is everyone? The walls..” 

“They’re up. Elliot, you should know you’ve been out for about two days..”

The man would give a nod letting it all sink in and looking to her until his gaze turned soft.

Ava had almost forgotten the words she had spoke. But upon being reminded, her body hummed with an unknown feeling. Of course she had meant the words. In the short time, living in a fast paced and dangerous world, he had been such an amazing piece of what now kept her alove. A man she would have admired with or without the end of the world falling on them.

“Thanks for taking care of everything. As I assume you did.” He’d give.

She’d nod, glancing to his hand, or lack there of, and frowning again. 

“Hey, I don’t blame you..” 

Elliot’s words felt like a soothing balm over the pain she was experiencing on his behalf. But did she really deserve it?

“If you didn’t cut it off.. And you only wanted to keep me safe I.. I can’t judge how it happened. But I’m alive, the walls are up...”

Ava would nod and sigh out a shaking breath, tears threatening to make another appearance. 

“You been home or anything?”

“I went to your place to shower..” She’d admit. 

After a moment of silence, Elliot braved the words. “Could be our place.”

Ava would feel another wave of nerves. ″Really?”

“Gonna need a nurse now..” He’d lift up his stub, but wince, not admitting he had been wanting to ask her for some time now. “Might as well be a hot one.” Elliot would soften a bit, his stillness and tone conveying a deeper meaning to things that were going unsaid. “I think you should..”

“O-okay. I will. I mean, I owe you that much.” She’d give just the same.

It was a lot for the man to take in at once. Being in love, knowing of threats, losing a hand. But all he could do these days was take what he got. After being so close to death’s door, ready to almost give in, he had a bit of an appreciation for the moment he was having now. He had Ava, and it had cost a limb to stay with her. In some weird, twisted way, he could handle that. He could learn. 

They had a long road a head of them, and he had no idea what to expect. Hunger, worry, death. No doubt of any of it. But what was important was having something worth fighting for. Now that, he had plenty of.

[addicted-to-ava]

You stayed home last weekend. Come on, you’re coming this time.

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It was getting late but Ava took a moment to look at herself in the mirror before heading out into the night air. Who she had become in the past two months was beyond anything she could have imagined for herself anymore. She’d been found, saved, and made a member of a community. A community that she had provided for and helped protect against both the dead, and the living who threatened their way of life. Men like Walling whose heart had darkened with the times and took the world into their own hands as if simple morals weren’t rules enough to live by.

Ava had been made stronger for all she’d been through alone, but it was nice to not have to worry about that anymore. In fact, she had fought and reconciled with an admittedly wonderful man who happened to be the leader of it all, and the man who took her to bed almost every night.

Elliot had truly been everything to Ava. Not in an overwhelming and grossly obvious sort of sense, but she respected him, learned from him, and felt slightly indebted to him for bringing her into the fold. Though it wasn’t only the house and friends he’d given her. But warmth. A place to seek comfort, true connection, and one hell of a lover and friend.

“Hey you.” She’d greet him softly as she stepped up to his side.

Hey,” He’d greet with a tone of surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve watched you take these walks every night and I figured I would join you this time.”

The words would bring forth a warm smile from the man who just held her eyes. “Didn’t know anyone knew I did this.”

“Well, Someone was bound to notice by now.”

“You.”

The pair would chuckle together and let the sweetness of the moment pass. They had been growing closer, but things too intimate had been more difficult than anything else. No way would either expose themselves when anyone watching could catch on.

“I’ve been-” “I wanted to-”

They spoke in tandem, stopping together and laughing for a short moment. “Go ahead.” Elliot would grant, knowing she probably would have suggested the same anyway.

“Well, I was thinking of the run I’m going on tomorrow with Gene and I wondered if you were coming.” When Elliot took a moment to answer, Ava would slip her arm around his and tug him close. “You stayed home last weekend. Come on, you’re coming this time.” Ava thought the argument fair, though she had more to add. “Plus, you know I trust you more than anyone.”

Elliot was silent for a moment, taking in the feeling of Ava’s arm looped in his. Thinking on the question, he already knew the answer. He wanted to be with her if she were going to be in danger. He couldn’t stand the thought of letting her getting hurt and he staying home to let it happen. “Guess the people have learned enough from you now to protect themselves in my absence.”

“I did do a good job, didn’t I?” Her chuckle was beautiful and Elliot shifted in a way that brought them, closer. “Okay, I think it was your turn to say something now?”

Elliot was quiet again, regretting the topic he wanted to bring up only because it would leave him vulnerable. While he and Ava had been getting on well together, exposing himself to her was something he really wasn’t sure he wanted to again. Especially so soon.

The chance didn’t come however, as the pair turned to the shrill scream of a woman nearby in the community. Another scream was quick to follow and Elliot’s instinct kicked in, sending him running across the pavement. The good thing about Ava was not having to worry about whether or not she was good in a crisis. Here she was, right by his side, following him into god knows what.

When rounding the corner he came face to face with and older woman name Margarete who was running in the opposite directions, almost smashing into Elliot in her desperation to get away.

“What is it?!” Ava was the first to ask.

“Dead, dozens of them, a wall was pushed down!” The woman breathed heavily.

An automatic gun sounded from the opposite side of the community, snapping their attention away. “That’s not one of ours.. we have no ammunition for the automatics..” Elliot would pull the gun from his hip. “I have to get to the armory. If we’re being attacked we need protection.”

There would be more screams, followed by the laughter of a deep male voice. “It’s definitely not just dead ones.” Ava would size up as Margarete began to wail beside them.

Elliot would turn to the woman and hold her shoulders firmly, his voice matching as he gave her orders. “Margarete, Go home, get any weapon you have, keep the lights off, and hide in a closet.”

“O-okay.” The frantic woman would nod and scurry off, not happy, but surely eased when told she didn’t have to fight.

“The people may not rally without a leader. They may not even know what’s happening yet. You take this side and I’ll take the other.”

Elliot would shake his head. “Ava-”

“Elliot, go to the armory before they take it.”

“Come with me, damn it! What good are you with six bullets? We don’t even know what’s happening yet!”

Ava must have known the man was right and began running ahead, giving no protest. If the people remained in their homes then the only real threat were the ones who had let the dead in. The ones who were undoubtedly trying to take what was theirs.

Ava knew it was all too good to be true. The perfect walls, the happy people, the safety. It was all just an illusion. This world left nothing but threats, nothing but enemies. Now was not the time to wallow in such thoughts. Now was the time to focus. She had let herself meet people that began to matter, and it was her job to protect them.

As the pair ran to the side of the complex, headed for the hidden shed, they passed more dead than either were comfortable seeing inside the walls. Ava was glad for the late hour for keeping people off the street. However, picking unarmed people off in their homes.. that could be too easy. Especially when they kept their guns stored away.

“We have to get the guns out to everyone!” Ava would huff as she ran, slowing her footing as they neared.

“You load up first, you’re the best shot, I need you taken care of.”

Ava didn’t focus on any deeper meaning in his words but only followed the command, knowing she could be helpful.

“Aww, listen to that, more compliments between you two. Love, sweet fuckin’, love.”

Ava would turn to the voice, her eyes going wide at the man.

“That’s right sweetie. Me. Your favorite person.”

Walling stood before them, the picture of rough living with his growing beard and grit covered face. His eyes had somehow become more crazed since the last time they’d met, none of which was a comfort to Ava. As they heard another round of shots being fired nearby, Ava realized harshly that she should have killed him.

“Bet you wished you killed me now, huh?”

“I’m going to.”

Walling would hold up in gun, lining up with Elliot’s face. “You think so? Wanna test which of us can move faster?”

Ava’s breath was caught in her throat. If there was one thing Ava wanted, it was for Elliot to make it out of this. The people needed him.

“Walling..” Ava would try slowly, as she held up her hands. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but we are. Me and my people. My new people.”

Ava’s look over the man would lighten, and an odd tug would pull at her lips. “Because you do what it takes to live.. You just.. Take it..” Her tone was one of understanding, yet it urged on something more. The whole of it earning a look from Elliot. “It’s.. admirable.”

Walling would turn her way for a moment, looking her over with a curiosity all his own. “Well fuck.. you’re just a slut for power then, ain’t you?”

Ava would bite at her lip and look down, not wanting to let him see.

“O-ho, damn it..” He’d lower his gun and step closer to Ava. “You serious?” Ava’s lack of response seemed to be all he needed to assume what he knew. “Baby, then you should come with me. We could take all these guns.. I could show you what real power fe-”

A loud ring would sound in Ava’s ears as a shot sounded directly before her. Her eyes wide as she watched Walling’s lifeless body fall to the ground.

Elliot would rush to Ava, holding her shoulders in a tight grasp. “Ava, are you alright?” He’d yell to get her attention, wiping at her face to rid her of Walling’s blood. He’d known what she was doing for them, never once truly believing she’d find anything of value in a man like Walling. “Ava?”

“Fucking asshole.” She’d give down to Walling’s body and finally blink up at Elliot. “We have to hide all of these guns..”

As the pair packed them up quickly a small group of Ava’s students would rush up to them. “Elliot, there’s people here too..” His words would trail off as he noticed the dead body on the ground.

Elliot would nod to him and hand him a gun. “We have to do this to protect what’s ours. Take a gun, you all know what to do, keep your distance, stay safe.” Now was hardly the time nor place to take pride in the way the people obeyed his command with a steady head, but it didn’t go unnoticed. “How many people did you see?”

“Three.”

“There’s five, the man said two more names.” A taller woman would pitch in from behind him.

“Safe to assume this is one, then we have four to deal with. Stay away from the dead and do your best to save your ammo for the living.” Elliot gave, looking each of them in the eye.

“We need to end this,” Ava would speak up to the ones who had yet to kill anything, let alone someone living. “Be brave and do what you have to do.”

Despite the people heading out alone to their toughest challenge yet, Elliot was glad that Ava chose to stay close. “Grab the duffle, let’s get out there.”

The pair moved together, quiet and steady, eyes peeled for movement of any kind as they headed to where the sounds of the guns had came from before. Elliot was the first to spot one of the dead nearing them. He’d pocket his gun, pulling forth a butterfly knife, swinging it open with ease and killing the threat.

It was easy for the man to keep his head on straight. Sure, he was good under pressure, but for the moment he had little knowledge of just what was happening and the entire community counting on them. All the man knew to do was follow the sound of the automatic weapons, find the people who were unfamiliar, and kill every last one of them. Keep steady.

Ava’s breathing was measured, though the girl was admittedly already winded. She was just so nervous. More than she ever had been. The stakes were higher, which, of course, meant that she should be more focused, bringing out the fighter that Elliot seemed so proud of. But more importantly, the fighter she was so proud of. Her heart beat wildly and she felt ashamed that she couldn’t get steady. 

She was glad to be beside Elliot, feeling safer with his level of competence. The whirling feelings inside her, however, knew he was deserving of someone by his side that was having a better time at this than she.

As the pair approached the voices, they stayed low, creeping quietly behind a house, Elliot keeping an eye on them still as he spoke. “You alright?”

“Let’s just get these assholes out of here.” Ava would set down the duffle bag and slide the strap of a shot gun over her back. It was a slow weapon, but she would arm herself how she could. As she checked her handhelds she took one long breath. “Okay,” She’d try to bring herself back by speaking confidently. “Split up. I’ll go around front-”

“Ava..” His voice was a bit unsure, but Ava pressed on. 

“Maybe if they’re as stupid as Walling I could just walk out there without a shirt on and distract them enough for you to kill them.”

“Not funny.”

Ava would look back his way and feel an ache in her chest. The girl would move in, taking his lips despite the desperate situation around them. Elliot was kissing her back, apparently feeling some kind of way as he took all he could in that short moment. 

“Be safe..” He’d request before she began to move away.

[addicted-to-ava]

I just had a couple drinks

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Laughter would ring from the hot tub as Ava poured Jaylah another drink and went about her story. “.. No, I swear, he was like thirteen fucking inches and he wanted to be my first anal experience. It was like diving in with both feet, and to this day one of the most painful and rewarding experiences of my life.” Ava would give a bright smile as the younger girl laughed wildly at the whole thing. And Ava, in a light way, was checking her out.  

It was such a normal thing for the girl to do. Something she couldn’t help when a person deserved appreciation. Maybe it was superficial, but she was far from the only guilty person on the planet to do so. As if that made it any better... But, to put it in the simplest terms: Jaylah was hot. Ava could see the reason her brother would desire her. At least on a physical level: Perfect body, full lips, an attitude that lingered beneath the surface. She was ideal arm candy. But, while Ava was never quick to get to know girls the same way she was with men, things had been going well between them. Perhaps, if only because the girl had no reasoned to feel threatened by Ava.

“You ever kissed a girl?” Ava would find herself asking and breaking the growing silence.

Jaylah would shrug and nod. “I mean..” She’d give a funny tug at her expression as she nodded, signifying in a silent way it was most likely much more than once. The sight made Ava chuckle.

“Same.” The girl would give a soft nod, her eyes becoming warm in her natural urge to open herself as a possible mate. 

Jaylah could see the switch and would point it out with a laugh. “Trying to come at me, buzzy?”

Ava would shake her head. “I just had a couple drinks, I’m not really going to steal you away. Though, if you wanted me to touch you under the water..”

Jaylah would brush her hair back and shake her head. “Tempting.”

“Mm, I know.” Ava would sip at her glass with a smile. “But it would only be fair. I mean I will never get over that my brother has slept with my boyfri-” Ava’s words would stop abruptly and Jaylah’s brows would furrow to confusion. “Okay, no. I.. have drank way too much.. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Said what?”

“I called that asshole my boyfriend.” She’d chuckle, her feelings spoken with obvious affection despite the choice of words. Any anger or awkward feelings she had were about herself and herself alone. Though, for now, she was trying to let it roll over her shoulders as she finished her cup in one last gulp.

“Oh, but, isn’t he?” The look Jaylah was given made her eyes widen in surprise. “Okay, that’s cool, girl. You can say no, damn.” She’d chuckle. “But y’all act like it so..” She’d shrug, unapologetic as she herself had had a couple drinks.

“Alright, keep those thoughts to yourself.” Her tone would still be light, but her chest would tighten in a way that made her uncomfortable. “Or I’ll tell my brother you’re peeing in his hot tub.”

“Gross.” She’d return flatly with the thought of the pee comment.

“I know.” Ava would reply with the thought of being anyone’s girl.

[addicted-to-ava]

Where would I be without you?

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After a long night of drinking, Ava woke with the biggest headache and only the slightest amount of regret. Rolling over to an empty bed, the girl could only assume that the morning hour had reached the double digits. She wasn’t proud of how she slept in, not when she was a guest here. But, if she could remember correctly, she hadn’t done anything too embarrassing or said anything too crude. At this point, she’d wet her lips and decide that Elliot would fill in the pieces and alert her to any blunders.

“Hi.” Ava would greet as she followed the warm smell of something cooking in the kitchen. Food. Pancakes. Now that she had a chance to think about it, she was almost sure it was the scent that stirred her awake. Mm, a plate already prepared. Must be for her.

When the man didn’t turn, she’d take the plate of food, pouring some syrup liberally over the small stack and beginning to cut them to bite sized pieces.

“Good morning.” The man would greet with a smile wider than expected as he turned with another pancake ready for the plate.

“Oh, great, what did I do last night to make you ready to laugh at me?” The recovering woman would wrongly accuse. 

"Ava!”

His shout would make her jump, dropping the chunk of fluffy goodness from her fork before she even managed a bite. “What the fuck, Elliot?”

“That was for my mother! Do you ever stop eating? Do you just see food and assume it’s always yours.”

Ava would fight a smile because the answer was fairly obvious. “Well, I am a guest.”

He’d set the pancake on a new plate and frown at her as she tried to tie logic to her umpteenth mistake regarding food and/or making assumptions. “You’re unbelievable..”

“Mhm, where would I be without you?” She’d chuckle. 

“Hungover, hungry, unsatisfied sexually, and probably living with your brother.”

Ava would roll her eyes playfully and purposely load her mouth up with large bites of the pancakes made with love for someone else, holding his gaze with an angry stare. She didn’t mean it of course, because she knew he hadn’t meant what he said either. Not really 

And after all, where would he be without her?

[addicted-to-ava]

Shh, don’t say a word.

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It had been nearly three weeks and Elliot had yet to acknowledge Ava in a manner other than professional. She didn’t blame him, of course. She should be lucky he even gave her that much. The girl had taken all the opportunities he had given her and shoved them away, right back in his face. Wether it was trying to engage her in a conversation, get her to meet some of the people, or getting him to be his friend.. She gave nothing. She had a chance at something nice. Something she didn’t need in any other life, but now.. Hell, to be held close. It meant everything.

Once, in the weeks past, she would attempt a sort of apology, but Elliot had given her nothing, not even much of a look..

Sleeping with Elliot was not a mistake. She had craved him, and he craved her. The heat had been real and it was brilliant like lightning. Honestly, it hurt to think he’d never be warm to her again. If he never smiled in her direction again, she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d want to stay walking these streets. Once she fear the dead around ever corner, but now, here she was, fearing Elliot and his professional tone. The real world would catch up to her though, making a face to face conversation necessary.  

Coming to his porch to knock was hard on it’s own, but seeing the way his face fell when spotting her through the window.. Damn even she wasn’t built for that. The door would open and he would nod to her. “Ava.” He’d look behind her for a moment, as if maybe someone else were hopefully accompanying her. “What do you need?”

The girl held back a sigh and stood straighter in defense. He was cold, but she didn’t want to be. She missed his interest, his care. His handsome smile... “Elliot.” Ava’s voice remained calm, though her fingers balled up a bit of her skirt’s fabric. “How are you?” The conversation wasn’t serious enough that she couldn’t at least try to get back in his good graces.

“Working on something. How can I help?”

“Can I come in and talk to you?” When he didn’t look eager to answer Ava would offer more. “It’s about training tomorrow, come on. I don’t bite.”

His look was blank, and he’d keep his mouth shut as he stood aside and allowed her entrance. Ava could feel the chill coming from him, and despite missing him, she’d feel nervous. Not that she’d let on. He couldn’t know. Not unless she wanted to say it.

“Gene’s needed on the south wall tomorrow to cover so I need a second helping me at noon.”

“Why don’t I take the wall and he can stay with you.”

It wasn’t a question, and his cold tone would wear on her. “Because, Gene specifically asked for the wall. Look,” She would take a measured breath and remind herself to be strong. “It’s two hours with me, we can be around each other that long, right? You’d be proud of your people if you’d come see how far they’ve come in such a short time.”

Elliot would look as though he were weighing his options. Ava felt so horrible. The air between them had changed... everything had changed. “I fucked up.. I was a raging bitch, I was scared-”

“Ava, don’t.” His voice was firm, but she pressed on.

“No, Elliot, I mean it. I really was kind of a bitch..” Ava’s fingers would release the hem of her skirt; nervous, frustrated, and wanting to say so much more. “Come tomorrow, okay? It would mean a lot to them.” To me.

When no words would come from Elliot, Ava would sigh and give a nod. “I’ll just go then.” Her own anger was creeping in, though it was all directed to herself.

Elliot didn’t know why he’d come to the training area. Sure, Ava had gotten his attention when she mentioned his people and their progress. Of course he wanted to support their growth, it was his idea after all. But even the short time being so close to Ava was an unnerving thought. She had really hurt him. But then again, it was he who was stupid enough to bear himself that way, right? To lay things on her so soon. Not to say that made up for her actions, but who had he become? 

In the world that was, Elliot wouldn’t have been seeking affection from anyone. His life was devoted to good times and sex; doing what he pleased, when he pleased. Being committed or tied down to anyone was not what he intended for his life. But meeting a girl like Ava in a world that had fallen apart... a part of him had become hopeful, and desperate to keep the contact going. Had she listened to him, Ava would have known he wanted nothing more than comfort in the form of sex. 

But, despite the bad times that had come to pass, he couldn’t get the thought of Ava in that dress out of his mind. Once laughing about such a piece of clothing, she felt comfortable enough to wear it when visiting him. It made him feel good to provide the safety his people needed, but not everyones adjustment had this big of an effect on him. He was somehow careless and hypersensitive to her all at once. She was beautiful and he was... who knew.

Emotions were fucked. Having them was even worse.

“Elliot, hey!” A voice would call out. “Come to watch us today?”

“Actually, Ava asked for my help. Besides, it was long overdue for me to see you all in action. How you doing?”

“I’m good, good. I didn’t see much point when I heard about it all, but, you hear stories from newcomers.. I gotta stay on my toes.”

Elliot would smile and nod, patting the man’s arm kindly. “Just want you prepared.”

“Ava’s a vicious one.”

You’ve no idea. Elliot couldn’t help but think. “Oh?”

“Knows what to do with a blade. Not bad to look at either.”

The man would paint on a grin and laugh. “Okay, I see how it is.” Better to joke than to think of how much he agreed. 

Ava would come into view and everyone in the yard would seem to quiet down and move into rows before her and await her words. He thought she would be a beneficial teacher, but he didn’t know it would be this way. That was one hell of a commanding presence she had.

“Good afternoon, chief.” Her smile would be much wider than yesterday, but the glow didn’t quite reach her eyes. Hell, did the light ever reach her eyes?

He’d nod. “Ava.” That’s all she would get from him. Her attempts at an apology were sorry in themselves. He had no intention of warming to her again.

“Okay, then.” She would nod before looking to the people and beginning the lesson. 

Watching her over the next two hours was something perplexing. Who was this girl before him? She spoke to the people, laughed with them. She was a part of the group, and it showed. Not only that, her skills were incredible. She was faster with a blade than she’d gotten to prove in times past and even he found himself on his ass once. But only once. The man hated to give her any credit with such a sour mood in regards to her. But at the least he could take pride in the fact that he was right. Ava was what his people needed.

Ava had worked her ass off harder than any day before. She couldn’t help it, but she wanted to impress their leader and prove all she was good for. She wanted also to prove to him his people were ready and that she had finally listened to his urging and become a true part of the group. 

Not long after she finished, her students and new friends would start to head out, evaporating back into the streets, leaving she and Elliot alone. As she wiped the sweat from her brow, Ava couldn’t help but look at him from the corner of her eye. She liked him. Why had she been so stupid?

“That was..”

Ava would turn to the man as he tried to find the words. But nothing came. “Well, I hope that’s good..”

“I’m glad I thought of it.” He’d nod.

“Me too.” Ava would admit softly. “I forgot how nice it could be to talk to people. To help people. I was never good at that before. You know, before everything went to shit. But, I don’t know, the setting changed all of us.. Me, I guess I’ve been all over the map..” Was he listening? “And I guess I wanted the real opportunity to admit you were right too..”

He’d look her over, measured, as if not wanting to be curious. “Yeah?”

At least he heard that. “Being a part of it.. it hasn’t been so bad.” 

With the look that returned, Ava craved nothing more than to read his mind, to know how he thought and to know if she ever stood a chance to be his friend again. And the sex.. If she could never feel him in that way again than that time would be one to remember. Probably forever. The heat, his lips, his hands.. The amazing feeling of being beneath him.. “Well, I guess I’m going go. Glad you helped out today.” Ava would frown before she turned away, not at all expecting to hear him reply.

“Why don’t I walk you?”

Elliot had to be thinking with his cock. Ava had managed to look more beautiful every time he saw her, and that thought wasn’t something from the kindness of his heart. More than anything, it was simple fact. This time it wasn’t due to the simple task of becoming clean. Ava now held a shine that any content human held. Her interaction with others suited her, and hearing a laugh he’d never heard spill from her lips brought a shiver to his spine. It almost made him sad that she didn’t look at him like that.

He had to be thinking with his cock.

“Elliot..” 

Her tone ate at him. He knew what was coming, and, in all honesty, he still didn’t want to deal with it. “Ava.”

The girl would shake her head and his eyes would move to catch the bouncing motion of her protesting ponytail. “I fucking hate talking about this shit, so I want you to hear me.”

She was lucky they had reached her porch and that he had the strength to reel in the anger that flared in him. “You’re kidding me, right?” He’d walk into her home without permission, thinking it best any fighting take place inside, where no one could hear.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you care more about yourself, for one.”

“Well, I’ll never deny that.” She’d reply swiftly and honestly.

He’d roll his eyes. “At the risk of actually having this conversation - I fucking hated saying all the things I said to you, but you didn’t give me a chance to talk to you. So now, you wanting me to do the same is pretty damn comical.”

She’d swallow hard and look him over. Her eyes dark and thinking thoughts he couldn’t read. “Maybe you’re.. right, but you wanted to date me and-”

“Fuck,” The man would laugh incredulously. “Ava, see? You didn’t listen. I told you I wanted to fuck you without you acting so guarded afterwards. Like, where’s the harm in fucking me? Or in trusting me.”

Ava would blink at him, wordless as she wet her lips. With a measured breath, she’d try again. “Is there an apology I could even give at this point? Because you don’t look like you want to forgive me anyway.”

“If you try to make me the bad guy here-”

“No, you offered me a lot, and I was too slow to take it. Who says I get it now?” Her words weren’t drenched in pity, nor did she hold a pout. She spoke factually and with conviction. “I’d take it if you offered it again though.” The words fell slowly from her mouth and it was obvious she was slightly uncomfortable. “So, ball’s in your court now.”

There was a long silence and Elliot wondered why he wasn’t moving towards the door. She didn’t deserve him caving in. If he made a move and she responded the same as before... “Ava,” The man would shake his head, hers echoing and bobbing as if she already knew the answer.

“It’s fine. I get it.”

Elliot’s eyes would stay on her lips as she wet them. She looked nervous, her hand again fidgeting with her clothes the way she had yesterday. Seeing her squirm made him feel good. Who could blame him when she had made him suffer the same way. Why wasn’t he leaving?

Ava couldn’t help but feel like a loser. Talking about her feelings and having stupidly awkward moments like this could have been completely avoided had she just listened to him. Her defenses were always up... until now. She really wanted this man’s approval, his attention, even his warm hands and a bit of affection. Her body even craved it as he stood there angry. And, as silence filled the space between them, Ava began to wonder if he was having second thoughts. 

Elliot wasn’t leaving; he wasn’t moving. The anger was still set on his face, but she wondered if he were hiding more. She knew damn well that she was hiding just how much she wanted him. She wanted to give him so much of her. So much...

Putting herself out there in the only way she knew how, Ava would slip off her shirt, looking over his eyes as she dropped the fabric to the floor. “Come here.. Let me make it up to you.” 

Elliot looked at her with more anger. He made no objection, nor gave an indication of pleasure.

“I-” 

“Shh, don’t say a word. Shut up for a minute. Just shut up.” His strides were swift though powerful, his eyes heated and angry as he moved into take her in his arms. His lips would press into her in a rough need, their tongues colliding in their open mouthed kiss, bringing a moan from Ava’s lips. He’d pull back, his hand holding tight to her chin. “This doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Whether he meant it Ava knew or cared not. All she needed was him being close again. She couldn’t take being left in a shadow in his mind, a negative contribution he regretted bringing in. Ava owed him everything. So much to an extent she knew he’d never comprehend. 

He was definitely thinking with his cock now. 

As Ava’s moans filled the air, he knew it was the only sound he wanted to hear. Louder, longer, rougher, getting his name from her lips, her panting and spouting crude words.. And the taste of her. Damn, would he ever get sick of that.

Here she was, laying out over the counter, pants pulled down to her knees as he pressed them into her breasts, folding her roughly in half to lick into her wetness. Strands of saliva mixed with her pleasure hung from his mouth as he pulled away only to return when she whined for him. He wanted to be himself, to break free completely and show her again just what she’d be missing if she planned to run away again. 

His hands would work quickly at his pants as his tongue kept about it’s work, not halting until his pants and underwear were at his ankles. Condoms, being a thing of the past, wouldn’t be an issue as he moved to thrust into her roughly. The moan he was rewarded with shook him to his spine, and his hands would tighten at her hips. Elliot was taking want he wanted; that’s the way he would think of it. Being angry with her, he didn’t want to look at this situation as him caving in to her. He was taking what he wanted. Never mind that he followed her moans, taking her cues to give her all she needed. Delivering to her a form fitting perfection that would leave her weak.. This was still all about him.

The time had passed in a wave that made Ava fear the end. Him inside her was as a feeling that she didn’t dare lose again and the emotions behind it weren’t all superficial. Ava felt safe enough to be here; writhing beneath him with loud, continuous moans that made him grunt and grip her skin. If she could let her guard down against not only the dead, but the living, then she had truly found comfort once again. 

The happiness she found with him didn’t stop at this. As if him so deep inside her wasn’t enough, he had challenged her in ways she hadn’t had in months. To be a partner, to be a happy human, at one with the people around them. He’d given her food and taught her more tricks on how to prepare herself in a fight. He had made her stronger and even he had seen her value. How could she have pushed him away?

All she knew, was that it was one mistake she’d never make again.

As Elliot stood there taking deep heavy breaths, looking over the sight of Ava’s stomach splattered with his cum, and the tranced look in her eyes. He was no longer thinking with just his cock. Their breaths heavy and releasing in tandem, his brow glistening with the first beads of sweat..

What did he say? He didn’t want to give a word given the way the last post-sex conversation had gone. Thankfully, Ava was the first to make a move. She stood, chuckling as she pulled up her pants, hiding the cum with her shirt, careless to it’s cleanliness. She’d move, measured yet sure, to wrap her arms around his neck to take another hot kiss. “I can’t believe how good you are at that..”

Her words would calm him a bit. But, as he went to take her waist, he still didn’t hold on with the same hope as before. Whether she meant to or not, she had made him feel embarrassed. Getting him back to the same level of comfort would take a bit of time, if it would ever happen at all. “Believe it.” 

“And that fucking tongue...” She’d scoff out.

The man couldn’t help but crack a wide smile at the exasperation in her words. He was a proud man, one fond of his skills.

“I know this didn’t mean anything to you, and that’s fine.. But if this wasn’t you accepting my apology, than what is it?”

Elliot would sigh softly with more serious conversations. 

“Let’s just be friends again, okay?”

He’d look her over and nod, still unsure what that meant to her, but guessing it didn’t rule sex out as a pass time. “Friends.” He’d nod, moving into her lips again. Kissing to her was so much easier than all the talking.

[addicted-to-ava]

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Comparison writing prompts with @rainb0wdild0 inspired by this list

Ava would walk down the street of the community, eyes set on Elliot’s house. She could feel the curious stares of the people who were still strangers to her, but she’d pay them no mind. She was still cold to them. So nervous. But Elliot’s word’s from the day before had hung on her ear making her curious enough to take the walk.

Of course, the girl, like anyone, was a fan of praise, but Elliot’s actions spoke even louder than his words. The way he shielded her from Walling’s gun. The way he had defended her abilities. The way he would rather partner with her than men he’d known much longer. Maybe the man saw something in her. And, if he truly was who he appeared to be, then Ava saw something in him too. His community was weak, so naive behind their walls, but Elliot did his best to keep them innocent from harm. Innocent from murder and the knowledge of how dark people had become. He kept them fed, kept them happy. He was to be admired. Heavy was the head that wears the crown. Or however that went.

Knocking at an actual door, to an actual home was a strange sensation still. But better, Ava supposed, than the doorbell. “Well, hey.” Elliot’s greeting was soft, edging on surprise. “Glad you came. Come in.”

Obeying his request, her feet would carry her past the threshold and into a house as equally nice as her own. Her own? Never mind. There was a map out on the counter, red X’s scratched over half of it, making Ava wonder if she should have reason to worry.

Elliot would take in the girl once again. Her hair was down, washed, brushed, producing gentle waves that shined in the natural light of the day. Her skin looked a shade darker, more life in her cheeks. Elliot had thought she was beautiful before, but, damn, the things a shower and some rest could do. “Came to talk about what I said, I’m assuming?”

“Yeah, I did.” Ava would move in closer to the map, testing his trust as she tried to see just what was going on.

“Might not look hopeful, but I’ll think of something.”

Ava would nod. “Like farming? Food’s running short around here.”

The man would smile and nod. “Got a guy starting a plot now, he’s been reading up on it, He knows we need this. I meant more along the line of medication. Antibiotic could mean the difference between life and death. Now more than ever.”

Ava gave a nod and moved from the map again. “So, what do you want me for?”

“Want a beer?”

“Oh,” Pleasantries, still weird. “uh..”

“Come on, let’s go sit at the table and have a beer.”

Ava assumed the man was trying to keep her calm, make her feel connected. A ‘normal’ setting, a kind tone, a feeling of safety. It made her uncomfortable. “Okay,” Her voice would agree anyway. There was a piece of her heart that longed for this to be real - Elliot and the community - but so much of her that argued it wouldn’t last. Nothing was safe anymore.

The crack of the can opening would remind Ava of times past. Parties, moments with friends, nights around a fire built for more than security and warmth. Her eyes wouldn’t leave the can for a moment, the light sounds of Elliot situating himself in the chair falling on flat ears until he spoke her name. “Ava?”

“Yes?” She’d sip at the can, carbonation ticking her throat. Wow. Another gulp. It felt nice.

“My people are weak.”

The words would get Ava’s attention. Nothing could be more accurate, but to hear it from their leader was a surprise indeed. “And I care about them. None of them would make it out there, let alone survive like you did. Alone? Months out there doing more than you’ve even told me about, I’m sure. I know... I know how it is out there and I don’t want that for them. But they need to be ready, at least to defend themselves. Some of them have never left the comfort of these walls, never been face to face with a dead one like you and I.”

“I’m surprised you see..”

“I see it.” He would nod, assuming correctly at her words. “And I see how strong you are.” He’d nod again, this time with more purpose. Wanting her to hear him for real. “So, will you do it? They’d listen to you”

Ava would gulp at her can again and lick her lips. “Y-yeah, yes.” And just like that, she would matter in the community. Now, these were her people to protect.

“Great.” He’d give with a scoff. “That was easier than I thought.” A soft chuckle would sound and fade once again as Ava began to shake her head.

“So, why haven’t you tried this before? Why have they gone on so ignorant?”

Elliot would set his can down and lean forward. Ava could pick up the tone that a story was about to be told, so she would make herself a bit more comfortable in her seat. “I only just came into charge a handful of months ago. The man, uh, before me...” Ava knew where this was going, but she sat silent. “He was.. dark.. made a lot of his people dark. People like Walling.. He provided, so others followed his orders. I don’t make the same kind of orders, I look out for the people. I don’t feed on their fear like he chose to.”

“So, what happened to him?”

“I killed him.”

Ava nodded but sat quiet, holding Elliot’s unapologetic eyes.. These days, such things could only jar a person so much. She had killed too. Bad people were now two to one it seemed, and it was easy to understand they had to be stopped. “You miss not being in charge?” 

The question would make Elliot chuckle, a small shrug not far behind. “Yes and no, I guess. I want to make sure they’re safe, know first hand what’s going on. But it can be worrisome.. people always asking questions, no time for myself.”

“And what would you do with time to yourself?”

The question brought on a silence and a knowing glance from the man. The pair would chuckle together and sip at their drinks. “I’m kidding. I guess I don’t really know anymore..”

After a moment, Ava would bring up another thought that hung at her mind. “Am I your best shot?” Ava didn’t want the man to realize she’d been thinking of the statement, or of him, but she was too curious not to know. 

“You happen to be the one I trust the most.”

That went above and beyond what Ava had asked. “Oh.” The pair hadn’t even known each other that long.

“Yes, you’re my best shot. And you’re smart.”

Please, say sexy. Every fiber of Ava’s being immediately craved him. Was it the praise, or simply being seen?

“Oh, and I have something for you.” The man would stand, leaving Ava to finish her beer in one more grand gulp. So much for savoring the rarity. Ava would be wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, fighting a small burp from the bubbles, when Elliot brought a small box before her.

Ava was at a complete loss as to how to feel. The bright colors of the logo echoed the colors of the toucan mascot, the circles on the box enlarged to show texture. “Fruit Loops..”

“You said you missed cereal. I found you some. Sorry it’s only a snack box but..”

Cereal.

“Because you sent Walling away..”

Cereal.. “I..”

When no more words came he’d try again. “We have powdered milk. Mix it with some water and you’ll have the real deal.” He’d nod.

“Thanks.. Thank you.” The rare words would spill from the girl with ease. She didn’t know why, but the gesture would bring tears to her eyes. She had been invisible, alone, lost. But now, now she was seen, valued, even needed. The feeling was an overwhelming sensation, causing her to shake her head. “Sorry, I’m not usually like this..” She’d give of her awkward silence.

Watching the girl lift her head to hold in her tears, Elliot felt his heart shift. He had seen nothing but her since she was first welcomed in. The chances of them having met again were slimmer odds than her had the skills to calculate, but that alone wasn’t what wooed him. It was her. All of her. A wonderful package that sparked something inside him that he hadn’t felt in so long. 

Standing from his chair, he’d take the short step before kneeling before her. “Ava, you’re okay..” He’d long to reach and touch her hair, to curl it behind her ear, but his hands stayed to himself. He liked her. It felt too short a life to now not to give into what you not only wanted, but needed to remain whole.

“I was just alone, for a long time, you know? I..”

“Come back to what the world is supposed to be.. Have faith in us. In me, okay?” Her eyes would meet his and he’d form a fist, wanting nothing more than to kiss her. He wondered if she felt it too.. He was almost sure she had to. 

“Maybe. But, really..” Her eyes would cast upon him as if pleading.

Elliot would feel his body surge with the possibilities of her look. “Tell me what you need,” His words vague, but hopeful. His silent wish was granted as Ava abandoned the box of cereal to move her lips roughly into his. A soft sound coming from her as his hands took her face, deepening their kiss. 

Ava didn’t see the point in hiding what she needed. He too all but admitted his own cravings not long ago. They were only human after all. They trusted each other, had moved together in a field of battle, and had a whole world of mess to live through. They were adults, they could do this.

Elliot woke with the first rays of light, his body immediately aware of the warmth beside him. He’d shift to his side, leaning on his elbow, hoping she wouldn’t wake just yet. He needed just a moment. Time to look at her like this. So soft, warm.. Two things Ava had yet to show of herself. He didn’t blame her. People weren’t easy to trust, and they were almost harder to hold onto. Death was a daily occurrence, as it had always been, but in a much different way. Who knew who was next? Who knew anything anymore?

Had the world been the way it once was, Elliot knew he wouldn’t be feeling such things so quickly. He knew he could have possibly roll his eyes at her having spent the night. Unless, of course, she would wake him up the same way she’d sent him to bed... But now, here, with all the world was, he didn’t see time for games. His walls were still there, small yet cautious.  

There was no doubt she would wake soon, and with the thought of her pulling away, retreating back into her shell, he did the only thing his body really wanted.. He’d move into her, gliding in and wrapping her up in his arms, inhaling her scent as she began to shift. The smell of salt and a lingering wisp of sex. A smell he’d created and shared in..

As the girl came to the surface of the morning, it was weird to feel the body of another. She should have woke with a fright, an urge to push away any threat to her life.. But she didn’t. Ava knew where she was, her body was somehow growing comfortable inside the walls of the community despite remaining unsure of how long they would last. 

But last night.. the way he touched her, brought moans to her lips. The skin he sucked, licked, nipped, and gripped.. tasting the erection she had helped create, him thrusting into her, needy hands matching needy eyes... both of them forming together more than once through the night to reach orgasms and a level of comfort they had almost forgot existed. 

Opening her eyes, Ava felt nerves tickle up her body. “You stayed.” His voice was warm, and his arms were around her, but his words made her feel embarrassed. “I wondered if you would.”

“Why? Got a bet with some buddies?” Ava’s voice edged on annoyance and Elliot would raise a brow.

“No, but thank you for giving the example so when I say you aren’t exactly the warmest person you see why.” Ava would roll her eyes and Elliot would let it go, running his fingers down her spine. “Glad you came to talk to me? I mean this isn’t what I had in mind, but I definitely..” He’d bite his lip.

“Had the ride of your life?”

Elliot would chuckle. “Something like that.” His hand would reach to her hair with a gentle touch and he’d miss the shift in her eyes. Her hand would raise to push his away. “What?” He’d receive no words, just a shake of her head. “Gonna give me those lips?”

Ava would feel wary, her emotions wading in a dangerous pool, making her guarded. “We have things to do. You gave me a job now, remember?”

“Cold as ice.” He’d tease with a flat voice before attempting again. “Would you want to come back tonight?” 

“I don’t know, Elliot.” Her eyes were avoiding his.

“You okay?”

Ava would huff out an obnoxious sigh and Elliot would pull away, leaving her body cold. Damn it, I’m an idiot. She thought.

“You know, I get you being guarded, and I’m not here to fight you about it, but, you can trust me. I thought you did.”

“I do.” She’d wet her lips and say it again. “I trust you. Just..” Ava would huff and lift herself on her elbows.

“Yes?”

“This is weird, Elliot. I haven’t had time for this since the world ended, and being with you..” She’d roll her eyes. “It.. we could make each other weak. I went into this thinking I could get what I wanted and be done but if I came back and slept with you..”

“Everything you’re saying I’ve already worried about-”

Ava would scoff, fear in her voice. “Are we really arguing about being together?”

“I’m talking about trusting me as a friend to do this with you and not act like an asshole after. Isn’t that fair? I needed a god damn break, Ava, comfort, and you and I have something..” The man was afraid of his words, feeling new and weird and even more out of place in a world where dead people walked the Earth. Feelings weren’t his favorite subject and sex was more for fun than any sort of emotional bonding experience between he and another. But something in him needed her. And he thought that he saw something in her last night that needed him too. 

Ava didn’t know what he was thinking. She had only been here for a short time, she didn’t yet have her feet on the ground and Elliot was taking her mind in a different direction. This wasn’t what she wanted. “Fuck, are you kidding me?” Her words would fade to a mumble and she’d exit the bed, naked and careless about it as she began the search for her clothes.

Elliot would feel like an ass. Not to say he had been rude, but he had been nothing short of stupid. He felt something with her, and just because it was a more dangerous world he thought he could just go for it? Fuck, what the hell was he thinking? This wasn’t him. Was there really a connection or was he just trying to claim the prettiest face in the community? What was worse was that Elliot already knew the answer and it annoyed him at how much he had changed. Did he speak, try to keep her back? Maybe he had been embarrassed enough.

“Come tell me when I start training.” Ava wasn’t even out the door, but she was mad at herself. She’d had every opportunity to change it, he was still only feet away, but her fear and stubborn attitude was getting the better of her. “And my flashlight for nightshifts is starting give out. Do we have a spare?”

“Find it yourself.” He spoke before leaving Ava for the bathroom, shutting the door hard behind him.

[addicted-to-ava]

what the hell did you do to my car

comparison writing promtps with @rainb0wdild0 inspired by this list

Ava would punch Elliot in the back of the shoulder and laugh loudly as they exited the deli. The bag of food swinging in his hand as he stumbled forward. “Watch it, I got your food here. Wouldn’t want to harm that, right”

“Ma nourriture!” Ava would yell back with a chuckle, gaining eyes as the pair gravitated together. 

“You know,” The man would speak softer, though the playful light didn’t leave his eyes. “One of these days I’m going to stop being surprised when you get something right.” The man would chuckle and reach to grip her ass. “La seule chose qui devrait être dans votre bouche est moi..”

Ava would bite her lip, soaking in the sound of his words. Oh, would she ever get used to that? “What did you say?” The girl would ask.

“I’d rather show you.” His voice was like honey: sweet, sticky, holding her near. And with that, Elliot would turn to walk in the direction of home.

Ava, being playful and a bit of a jerk, thought it would be funny to stick out her foot and make him stumble on his way. However, the full force of her joke was met as the man fell face down on the ground with a hard grunt. Ava’s hand would slap over her mouth as she tried to hold in a laugh, first wanting to make sure he was okay. “Umm..”

The man would slowly roll over, revealing the spilled bag, his sandwich squished beneath him. “For real?” Elliot would reach to grab her food and hurl it in her direction.

“No! My cookie!” The girl would laugh out and attempt to dodge the food, tripping over Elliot’s leg and smacking against a small car, spilling their drink against it.

“Qu'avez-vous fait à ma voiture!” A man would shout from behind them. 

Ava would look to Elliot who would translate as he stood. “He says ‘what the hell did you do to my car’.”

“Tell him to calm down, it’s just lemonade. We’re the one’s who lost our lunches.” Ava would say with no anger in her voice, just the attitude that things shouldn’t be taken so seriously.

Elliot would speak to the man, words flowing effortlessly as she began to pick up the mess. His words would work and the man would huff and walk away. 

“What’d you say?”

“Told him you were slow.”

“Wha-”

“You know, mentally.”

“Elliot!” She’d scoff and laugh out as his hand moved to cover her ass again, leading her back to the store with a smirk.

“Come on, you owe me a sandwich, ass.”

[addicted-to-ava]

I’m like the Hulk

Comparison writing prompts with @rainb0wdild0​ inspired by this list

It had been three weeks in the community and Ava's skepticism was still being shuffled about. It was hard to change from months as a loner - speaking only to the dead, scavenging, trusting no one. And yet, here she was, greeted by smiling faces, urged to become a part of it all. To be a member of a real neighborhood.

Now, as she loaded her weapon, she thought of how thankful she was for these trips away. Ava still needed a taste of the real world. No part of it did she enjoy, there was nothing to look forward to, but it was real. She wouldn’t hide from that.

"You got what you need?" Elliot would ask from behind her, making her sigh as she spun around.

"Just once I'd like to hear you ask the guys that question."

The leader, the man in charge. Elliot. A man who would walk the streets at night, making sure all was well before he went to bed. Every night he did this. Ava knew because every day she watched her surroundings, watched the man in charge. He was kind with his people; fair and seemingly happy. But she had also seen his strength. On runs prior to the one they prepared for now, he had shown he not only had the know-how, but the ferocity to do the job that needed to be done. The girl thought that seeing how the man brought in supplies would prove too dirty for her to stomach. After all, there had to be a reason the pantry house was so full, right? Trust no one.. that habit was hard to break. No matter what a good man he seemed.

"He'll ask us when we grow breasts and give him a reason to worry." An annoying voice would sound from her other side, sliding his magazine into place with the stupidest of grins.

Ava would grit her teeth, ready to retort to the sexist comment when Elliot spoke up for her. "Maybe, Walling, I need to make sure she has what she needs because she's my best shot."

The words would surprise Ava, but seem to offend their company. "You just want to fuck her, boss." Walling would spit the last word with distain. As the idiot and the other few men chuckled at the lame statement, Ava wondered why Elliot allowed him to stay.

The last run with Walling proved to be bad luck, ending in the death of Elliot's right hand man and friend. Again, Ava wasn't sure how Elliot put up with it. Especially since so much of his story didn't add up. With little time to remain out in the open, no one had had the time to fact check Walling’s story of the comrade falling prey to a bite to the back of the neck. But Ava had looked around, there were no dead around to connect to Walling’s story. Just a shot to the head of a good man, and a story they had no choice but to believe. The worst was that it wasn’t the first time things had been wrong with him. He was... slipping. Slipping into the darkness Ava feared would consume her own mind. This life made monsters of more than just the dead.

"Pack up the truck. We're leaving in three minutes." Elliot would instruct, without another glance in the fool's direction. Ava would immediately claim her spot in the bed of the truck. No way wanting to be trapped with Walling and his crude words and entitled hands. Instead she was face to face with their leader. His eyes evaded hers as he seemed lost in thought, maybe gaining focus for the task at hand. Or maybe, like her, he was actively trying to avoid the conversation from the men that leaked through the small sliding window.  

Ava would lay her head back on the metal, the rattling shaking her, but she avoided it in lieu of the cloudy view above.

“Asking God for rain?”

Ava would lift her head to look at Elliot. “Do I look the praying type?”

He’d shrug with a smile. “How would I know? Been dry though.”

The man was clearly trying to engage her in conversation, as he often did. “Yep.” Ava would remain short. It was hard to get close to people, and the reasons why were obvious. But even she was beginning to feel bad for avoiding him. Elliot was a good man. So far he was proving to be the only person worth her time in this version of the world.  

“Okay.” Elliot started with a firm tone as the group all stood in a circle. “Medicine is out top priority. This school is basically overrun, let’s make this fast. Stay close to someone else, make sure we all get out of this, okay?”

Before any sort of agreement or confirmation was made, Walling began to run off on his own up the stairs. Elliot and Ava seemed to roll their eyes in unison before looking back again. “I’ll take this wing.”

“I’ll go with you.” The man would say fast, nodding to the other men giving clear instruction before turning to follow Ava. She didn’t know why Elliot wanted to stay close. But better a man like him who could get the job done than one that could get her killed.

Ava would keep her knife in hand, knowing that the guns would be their last resort. The resulting sound would be just as bad as the wasted ammunition, but Elliot insisted on keeping his automatic rifle up and ready. He was prepared as always to first asses a situation before taking it on by hand.

Wordlessly the pair moved together, blocking each other from possible harm, steps flowing in tandem as if they had been doing it for years. Ava wasn’t blind to it, she actually thrived on the dependability of a good fighter. He too seemed confident in her ability and she found herself thinking back on his compliment of best shot. He must have meant it.

Once through the threshold of the first office door, Elliot would kick at a chair, creating a sound to attract anything near. The snarling of the dead would sound from their side near Ava and they’d turn to the culprit.

“Got it, move ahead.” Ava would say as she stepped toward the lone roamer.

Elliot would ignore her order, watching her stab the dead kid in the head a thin spurt of blood exiting with her knife. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, his shirt was clean against his rotted flesh, and the slits on his arms were all too obvious as to how his death came about. The boy must have given up... But they didn’t think about that now. Mourning people and the life that was was too tricky a task when your mind had bigger things to worry about. This fight of flight life didn’t make anyone much of a good person.

“I said you could go ahead.” Ava would give pointedly.

Again, Elliot would ignore her, letting the two step together once more into the room. When both cleared the area, their weapons would fall slowly to their sides, starting the search for anything worth taking. Despite her lack of interest in conversation, Ava couldn’t pass up the opportunity to say the words that burned at her mind.

“You have to do something about Walling. He’s not good for your group.” Ava watched from the corner of her eye as his face fell. “You shouldn’t trust him.. I think he’s a liar.” Elliot would turn to her with those words. He was still, thoughts no doubt taking him more than one place, though Ava couldn’t guess where. “It wasn’t just today, and it’s not just his sexist comments. He’s.. Maybe too into this life.” The man would stay quiet and look away, annoying Ava who bit at her tongue with a clenched jaw. “Being acknowledged would be nice. I’m making valid points here.”

“I know.” He’d give in a hushed tone as she scoped through a desk drawer, pulling out a box of pills. Midol. Better than nothing. “Ava, you could say ‘our people’. Haven’t you made your choice to stay yet? The people could be good to you if you let them..” He’d ask as he shoved the pills in his pack. “You could be good for us.”

Ava would know what it meant to cling to optimism and denial. She hadn’t been that person in the old way of the world, and now.. things were far more black and white. Sure, you want to believe people can be good, that walls will hold the demons at bay, but it was not that simple. “You’re not listening to me. This is about more important things than my role in your community.”

Before either could continue, a shot ran out through the building, sounds of shouting soon following. Both gripped their weapons, preparing themselves as they moved together out the door and towards the danger. No way any of their people would go shooting off their weapons without a damn good reason.

“Which way did it come from?” He’d ask from behind the barrel of his gun.

“Fuck if I know..”

Another shot, leaving the answer obvious. Their feet would carry them fast up the stairs, indistinct conversation coming from around the corner, down the hall. Elliot would look to Ava, making sure her gun was now firmly in her hand should the trouble be too much.

Elliot would swing open the door, coming face to face with the rest of their group standing over a pair of bodies. One, very obviously human, and dead with a shot to the head. The other alive, hands up in defense.

“Il était un chien! Je suis propre!” His desperate words were foreign to Ava, though of an obvious origin familiar to anyone with a brain.

“What is this?” Ava would lower her gun, the man looking terrified and defenseless. “What happened?”

“His friend was bit.” The quieter of their companions would speak up.

“This guy didn’t want to admit the truth, couldn’t kill him himself so I helped out a bit..” Walling felt no remorse as his eyes stayed glued to the still babbling stranger. “He’s gotta be bit too. Just about to take care of him too.”

“What? You’re shooting on a hunch?!”

“Shut up and go suck his dick, why don’t you.” Walling would spit back and shake his head.

Elliot would point his weapon now at Walling, face showing nothing. “You just killed an innocent man. It was a dog bite, he was completely fine, they were hiding here so he could heal. He was begging for mercy because nothing was wrong.”

“Aww, and where’d you come up with that story?”

“I speak French, you piece of shit.”

Walling would scoff and shake his head. “Of course you fucking do. And so what? You’re going to bring him in? More mouths to feed? More generators to maintain.. Why not kill him now and just save the bastard the conflict of speaking shit in a world that speaks english.” He’d say slowly, pointing the last word at the man, as if the enunciations would help him learn anything. “I get keeping her, you want your dick wet, I mean, I’ll take a ride too, you know, honey?” He’d wink at her. “But at least she’s earning her food.”

The look on Elliot’s face stated clearly that the confession of murder, not to mention the crudeness towards Ava, was, no doubt, the final straw. Not that Ava paid witness, since she too was making a face of her own. “Are you serious? You say you want to kill him because no one can understand him when Elliot just told you he can. You shot a man with no right to do it. Even if he had been bitten even I can see the fever hadn’t even hit him yet. You fucking piece of shit! You think you can just do what you want now? We’re taking this man with us!”

Walling’s face would contort to one of pure amusement. Shaking his head as he tried to compose himself. Ava would feel her rage grow as she wasn’t taken seriously. Her hand would move quickly to raise her gun in his direction. “Set your gun on the table and go. Get out of here you aren’t welcome back with us.” The girl didn’t need to confer with the man in charge. Anyone who saw this man kill with ease would know he wasn’t safe to be around. Letting him go was even a act of mercy. “Get out of here.” She would attempt again, her voice darker as she readied herself to do what needed to be done.

With Walling setting his gun to Ava, Elliot would move in to cover her. “Get out of here.” The man would echo her words. “Just go. I know you’ve killed our people. I know you can’t be trusted. Now this... Just go Walling. You know what? We’ll even leave you the building. It’s yours. Let’s go guys.” Elliot would say to the rest of the group in the room, gun not wavering from his now enemy. “Ava, you take him with you.” He would say of the stranger, not looking away as he spoke to the man. “Suivre la jeune fille.” The man would scramble to his feet and move to the care of Ava, crying and wiping away the spray of blood from his face as he dragged his backpack away from his dead companion.

Elliot would look to the woman who drove the truck in the direction of home. He was unsure what to make of the things he felt for the strength she showed. But what he did know was that he longed to know her more. She was smart, prepared, a good partner, and still knew right from wrong. With a small apology to the man he was talking to, Elliot would move to peak through the window. He’d give a nod to the boy that sat beside Ava before beginning to talk to her. “I knew you were right, by the way.”

“Often am.” She’d give, eyes still on the road, wind whipping the stray hairs that surrounded her face.

She was beautiful, no matter how closed off she was. Elliot hoped she would come around. Though more importantly, he wished he’d stop having such vivid dreams of her. “Well, I think I’ve been losing a lot of strong guys lately-”

“Thanks to Walling, yeah. So, you’re welcome for having the balls to do what I just did in there.”

Elliot would be quiet for a minute, wishing the woman would just allow him to communicate in an actual conversation. He’d give a blank look to the man beside her who only shrugged in response. “I can rely on you.”He’d begin talking to Ava again. “I want you to come talk to me about taking on a bigger role with us.. Ava, you’re smart, you’re good out here.. You’re strong.”

Something permanent.. Something Ava would have to hang onto. Something she already feared she’d lose. “Yeah.. I’m like the Hulk..” She’d give, feeling uncomfortable when it was met with silence. “Maybe.”

“Well, you know where to find me.” He’d give almost carelessly, catching her eyes in the rearview mirror for a short moment before leaving the window for the company of their new ally.