God had charged him with Clarke Griffin’s protection, and some days it was like she didn’t even try to make it easy on him. For instance, as Bellamy watched Clarke and her friend Raven approach the crosswalk the light had turned to ‘don’t walk’, so what does Clarke do?
She starts walking.
Clarke can’t help it, she’s so distracted by whatever Raven’s telling her that she stops paying attention. Bellamy has been Clarke’s guardian angel for months now and he was getting better at seeing the signs that she was about to get herself into trouble almost before she even knew herself.
So when she stepped out into the busy traffic Bellamy swept down from the top of the overlook he was hanging out on and pushed her out of the way as a semi came rushing past.
“Clarke are you okay?” Raven’s eyes were wide as Clarke’s were in that moment, and Bellamy relished in another job well done.
The light turns to ‘walk’ and the two of them hold hands as they go on their way. Clarke will never even know that he’s the one saving her because she can’t see him.
Bellamy tries to keep his distance and not get too attached because for all he knows he’ll be called back to heaven any moment.
But it’s the times when she’s working on something for school and gets stuck on something difficult and her eyebrows knit together in the way that he likes, or when she’s with Raven and she can’t stop laughing at something that was said he can’t help but appreciate that he was assigned to someone so great.
He watches them as they turn a corner as he hears a whoosh of air next to him. Bellamy turns to find Indra, his sister Octavia’s guardian angel standing next to him. “Octavia is going on a date.”
“With who?” Bellamy stood up and faced the impressive looking angel.
In life, Indra owned a gym and trained some of the best boxers that had ever thrown a punch. She died tragically in a plane crash on the way to see one of her charges fight their way to a championship and a contract with a big time fight promoter. She was hardened and did not trust newcomers quickly, these traits made her the perfect guardian angel for Bellamy’s sweet sheltered sister Octavia.
“His name’s Lincoln, or that’s what he calls himself.” She did not smile at him, but she never did. Indra didn’t approve of Bellamy’s behavior when both of them were up top, and back then Bellamy didn’t really care what anyone thought of him because he was a dead man.
“Right, I’ll go check it out.” Bellamy started walking to the edge of the building and let the wind take him to his sister’s apartment.
Octavia didn’t live very far from Clarke, and it was amazing to him that they hadn’t actually met yet. He wished they would, if Octavia started hanging out with Clarke it would ease his conscious a bit. Even though Octavia had her own guardian Bellamy was always watching her.
She was sitting at her kitchen table, doing something on her phone while Bellamy perched himself on her kitchen counter. She would never know he was even there and it made him want to scream.
Someone knocked at her door and she smiled as she shut off and pocketed her phone. When she answered the door Bellamy was astonished to see such a large man had come to court his little sister.
“You look great, are you ready?” Lincoln asked as he handed her a bouquet of flowers.
Octavia took them. “Yeah, just let me put these in some water.”
Bellamy slid down from the counter and watched as she emptied the vase he’d been sitting in front of and filled it again, then placed the new flowers inside. “They’re beautiful, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, I like seeing you smile like that.”
She took his hand wordlessly and they left together, Bellamy whooshed himself down to the sidewalk and he followed silently behind them.
Octavia’s small hand fit perfectly in Lincoln’s and from the way they were standing together this wasn’t the first time they’d gone out. What else wasn’t Indra telling him?
He knew better than to meddle in Octavia’s life because she wasn’t his responsibility anymore, but she was his sister and Bellamy would always feel responsible for her.
They had almost gotten to their destination when Bellamy felt that familiar fluttering sensation in the center of his chest that meant something was wrong with Clarke. He cursed as he whooshed himself back to her apartment, hoping it wasn’t something stupid that he couldn’t control like she’d gotten a paper cut or stubbed her toe.
He found her curled up on the couch with a bottle of cheap wine she’d been saving for something. Bellamy sat down on the other end, being careful not to startle her and felt a twinge of guilt as he watched her wipe away the tears falling down her face with her sleeve.
Another whoosh swept through the room and Bellamy looked up to find Jake Griffin standing behind his daughter.
They’d met once before Bellamy was sent down to guard Clarke, he told her about their situation and made sure Bellamy was up to the job of protecting his daughter. He was a good man, though he was naive and thought the best in everyone. Bellamy just hoped he was doing a good enough job.
“Help her Bellamy, make it stop.” Only Bellamy could hear him and Clarke had laid her head in her hands as her shoulders shook.
He moved closer to her on the couch and laid his hand on her shoulder. Bellamy still didn’t know what he was supposed to do, she couldn’t even feel him there but somehow his comforting touch made everything better.
Slowly but surely her shoulders stopped shaking and she sat up. She wiped her eyes again and Bellamy took his hand away, then looked up at Jake.
Jake nodded at him and whooshed away, Bellamy watched as Clarke stared into the space her father’s spirit had just been. An unfamiliar warm feeling passed through him and Bellamy stiffened in response, that was the first time since he’d died that he felt anything real enough to elicit a response from him.
Clarke bristled and Bellamy readied himself in case she needed help. “Who’s there?” She stood up and crossed the room to where the aluminum bat she used for protection leaned against the wall. “Show yourself.” She turned back to where Bellamy sat and screamed.
Shit. He whirled around but no one else was there. “Wait, you can see me?”
“Of course I can see you, who the hell are you?” She was coming towards him fast now.
“I’m-I’m-”
“I’m giving you three seconds to tell me how the hell you got in here.”
How was he supposed to answer that? Bellamy wasn’t even sure how he was seeing her right now. “Three.”
“Wait a minute-”
“Two.” She raised the bat.
“I can explai-”
“One.” She swung and the bat connected with his head.
As he fell to the floor Bellamy could have sworn he heard another scream as the blackness settled over him.
so we’re stuck on a ski lift together and you can pick the pairing?
Carol never skied much much even before the apocalypse hit.
The group had cleared enough walkers away to have a little bit of fun while they still could, and she smiled as she watched Carl sled down a hill with baby Judith tucked into his jacket. She wandered around the hill as Judy’s peals of laughter echoed up the hill as they hit the snow at the bottom of the slope.
It was times like this that made her miss her Sophia, the familiar ache in her chest throbbed as she watched them climb the hill again.
Something hard and solid hit the back of Carol’s legs and she stumbled backwards into the ski lift. She cursed as it started carrying her higher up the slopes towards unfamiliar territory and she gripped the knife she always kept on her.
“Easy there, I thought you’d need a break.” She turned in her seat and relaxed as she watched Daryl light a cigarette.
“It’s kind of nice to see everyone having fun for once.”
He blew the smoke out and leaned against the back of the seat, they rode in silence for a while and Carol couldn’t help but admit that she liked the view of the trees beneath her and the man smoking next to her was a nice touch too.
Before she was exiled she knew that she’d tease Daryl about the smoking and he’d say something snarky back to her and smile that smile he saved for their banter but lately she didn’t feel right.
She felt like an outsider and there was only so much she could do before she started trying to steal away in the night. Daryl was the only thing keeping her around and that was mostly because he always found her when she snuck away.
“You’re quiet.”
Carol looked back at him. “Just enjoying the view.”
“You’ve got something on your mind, I can tell.” He dropped the butt and exhaled the rest of the smoke. “You’re different since you came back.”
“I’m alright, just getting used to things again.” She reached over and he took her hand, threading their fingers together as the lift began to descend. “Don’t worry about me.”
He watched her for a moment then squeezed her hand and let it go as they got to the ground. Daryl stood up and gave Carol a hand as she stood up, she wrapped her arms around herself as a particularly cold wind blew past them.
He tucked her under his arm almost immediately and even though she didn’t feel like one of the group anymore at least she still had Daryl.
“Hey, there’s a lodge!” They looked up towards where Glenn’s voice had come from and Daryl let her go again.
“Looks like we’ve got a place to stay tonight.” He rubbed his hands together and pulled the crossbow off of his back.
Carol followed him up the hill and fell into stride with him as they made their way to the cabins and she watched Daryl load the crossbow with ease.
She pulled her knife out of her belt and held it tightly. Here we go again.
Catch that cat it stole my wallet Arya/Gendry :D bonus if the cat is Arya's
Once a month, Gendry thought it’d be nice to treat himself and when the day rolled around he casually mentioned something about it at the garage. Hot Pie suggested the little Dornish place that had just opened in Flea Bottom, and he decided that maybe it sounded like a good idea.
The food was pretty great and the girl waiting on him would tease him when he’d take a sip after he’d eaten enough of the spicy meat. It wasn’t until the end when he was waiting for his snarky waitress to come back with his change did things go sour.
An old black cat with a torn ear leapt up onto his table from who knows where, picked up his wallet and took off with it. He jumped up and chased it towards the back of the restaurant. “Someone catch that cat, its got my wallet!”
He followed it to the back of a restaurant where it jumped into the arms of the waitress. “Uh, he’s got my wallet.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I can see that.”
“Can I have it back?”
She smirked at his exasperated expression and angled the cat so the wallet sticking out of its mouth faced Gendry. “Go ahead and take it.” He reached for it and the cat growled. He snatched his hand back and she laughed again. “Just take it, he won’t bite you. Unless you try something stupid.”
He took a look at the feral looking cat before he took the wallet back and pocketed it, happy to have his things back. “You can keep the change.” He turned to walk away and tripped over another cat. “What is this place, and why are there so many cats?”
The waitress laughed again. “This one is mine, Balerion. He belonged to my old roommate before she moved and couldn’t take him with her, that one is my sister Sansa’s. My name is Arya by the way.”
“Gendry.”
He watched her gently drop the big angry cat down and she rifled through her apron pocket. She pulled out a small slip of paper and a receipt, then wrote something down on the back of it. “Here’s my number, I’ve got a day off on Friday do you want to go out?”
“You just met me, didn’t your parents ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” He was flattered and maybe a little interested, she was pretty and she seemed like she had a nice sense of humor.
“You’re afraid of my cat, I don’t think I have anything to worry about from you.” She folded his receipt in half and handed it to him.
“Fair point.” He took it from her and stuck it in his pocket.
“Arya! The people at table three are getting impatient, where are you?”
She rolled her big gray eyes. “That’s my cue, I’ll see you on Friday.” She walked past him and put on her customer service smile.
Later when he was home he pulled the little piece of paper out of his pocket and looked at it, phone in hand. Was it too early to call or should he wait a day? Was he really debating this?
“Fuck it.” He dialed the number and after three rings she answered. “Hi, it’s Gendry.”
"Hi Gendry, so are we going out on Friday or what?"
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"I thought it was weird when you picked us to make a documentary. But, all in all, I think a paper company like Dunder Mifflin was a great subject for a documentary. There is a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn't that kind of the point?"
