Back To You
Summary; Dwight comes face to face with someone who he presumed was gone. Pairing; Dwight x Female Reader WordCount; 522 A/N; Requests are open. Losely based on a preference I wrote a while ago. Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner!
Dwight's eyes haunted him. Creating false imagery of you, the love of his life. Lost. Dwight was uncertain. You could be alive, lost, searching for him. Or you were now gone, walking among the undead.
Dwight looked away. Inhaled and exhaled before he glanced back up. Excepting the image of you to have disappeared. Except you hadn't.
You were still deep in discussion with Arat. Dwight felt his heart pounding in his ears as the box slipped out of his hand crashing onto the floor. You turned reacting to the sudden sound.
It was you without question.
Time appeared to slow around you both. Dwight closed the distance in a matter of large strides. Not a word was spoken when Dwight finally reached you. With calloused hands, Dwight grasped your face as his lips collided with yours with a bruising impact.
Even as you pulled away, neither let go. Silent tears expressed a mountain of emotions you'd need to process. Arms circled around bodies, both holding on for dear life, afraid the other might suddenly disappear.
As Dwight leaned down to kiss you again, he took his time. Wanting to absorb every feeling, every sound, every touch. The softness of your lips sent him back to easier times.
The way you clutched onto his shirt as you attempted to ground yourself. The way lips twitched ever so slightly when Dwight leaned in for another kiss.
So many memories came flooding back, Dwight found a home within you. He would do anything he could to protect that.
Dwight realized there was so much at stake. The Sanctuary was hazardous. There were too many dangers within the walls. Always someone attempting to win Negan's favor.
The two of you would need to take off. Somewhere safe. Somewhere where people weren't constantly fighting for more power. Dwight considered asking if Alexandria would take you in.
It would be a long shot, but what did Dwight have to lose?
"Baby, I've got so many questions, but I've got to deliver this package. Wanna come with me?"
"I can as long as we collect the bundle of clothes I'm meant to be fixing." Dwight retrieved the box from the ground, deciding to take the weight in one arm so the other could hold onto your hand.
"Alright. Then we're going to head back to yours. We're packing up your stuff so you can move into my room."
They were walking around doing their duties, while so much uncertainty hung over the two.
"You know we're gonna figure it out. What to do next? One thing is certain we're not staying here long term. I don't know how. I don't know where but we're going to find somewhere safe."You nodded. Dwight wrapped his arms around your shoulders. The apocalypse had taken a lot from Dwight. Life as he knew it, but he refused to let it take you.
