“ don’t underestimate the things that i will do. ”
𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
Being recruited into Alexandria had been the first bit of good luck in a long run of a shit time. There had been some rough times but all in all, great. Returning after some time away should have been a homecoming but it had been a return to help his friends. The Saviors pick up at Hilltop had gone down without a hiccup and he only hoped things were alright back home. Dom’s timing was impeccable. He was met with guns the moment his car pulled up to the gate ( or more so behind the cars outside the gate). Cautiously, he stepped out, grabbing his orange hiking backpack. Bag was barely pulled over his shoulder before hands were dragging him inside.
Dom kept his cool, at first while they took his bag and started rummaging around. ‘We’re taking half your shit,’ one of the men said, another laughing. Mere minnows like the men who had come to the Hilltop. Only when they pulled out his sketchbooks, protectively kept in a big ziplock, and dumped them out, he surged forward without thinking. “Those are mine–” A hand grabbed him by the collar of his jean jacket and yanked him back. Dominic fought at the grip for a beat before stopping, breathing heavy.
“ don’t underestimate the things that i will do. ”
Was that supposed to mean something to him? No. Dominic hadn’t been here for the terrorizing. He didn’t understand. Not yet. The look on his face was a mixture of anger and confusion. “Those are private,” he hissed at the man in the leather jacket, getting looks of pity and fear from a couple of the Alexandrians on the sidewalk. Two sketchbooks. The older one was full, the newer just a dozen or so drawings were finished. He’d drawn a lot of the people he’d met. Some from here, a few from Hilltop. Some gorier drawings of Walkers in his older book. The read like a road map of some of his experiences over that least year or so.
