note: i had just finished the main story for Days Gone, a day or two ago and it was really good imo. i’m definitely going to try and 100% it, but until then please enjoy this.
pairing: Deacon St. John x fem!reader
tags: @slxyquxxn 💚
not proof read, my bad. 🥲
“___! ___, this is Deacon! If you can hear me, please respond.”
“What’s happening? What’s going on?” Rikki asked, as she approached Deacon’s stressed figure.
“___’s not picking up her damn radio.” Deacon replied, his words laced with worry and slight annoyance.
He sped walk over to his bike and mounted it in one swift motion. Wordlessly telling everyone that saw him, he was beyond worried and scared.
“Well, I’ll—”
“You’ll stay here, I got this.”
“Deek…”
“Rikki, I’m serious.” She scoffed and folded her arms in annoyance.
You were her friend too, and for her to be forced onto the sidelines, didn’t sit right with her. But she was always a radio away, if her assistance was needed.
“Fine, but Deacon?” He turned and looked her in the eye. “You bring her back in one piece, you got me?”
He didn’t reply, but he had already promised himself that he wasn’t going to lose you. Not after finding someone, he couldn’t imagine life without.
He wasted no time, in getting on the road and heading to your last known location.
Once, he took care of the stray zombies, he put his tracking skills to work.
Crouched down, put his fingers against the dirt floor and noticed the footprints, “North.”
He told himself and followed the footsteps to a t, until they just stopped. “Come on, where’d you go?”
“Look all, I’m saying is..” Deacon was quick to duck around the corner as two Marauders approached, talking aloud. “Mike doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. I mean, seriously, why would he just take some random girl off the road?”
“You don’t know why, he did it?” One of them asked and the other shook his head, in total confusion. “You got a lot to learn about Mike, new guy.”
‘You sick fucks..’ Deacon waited for the right moment to strike, before taking out one of the guards, and taking the other one hostage.
“Listen to me, if you don’t want to end up like your friend there. You better tell me where Mike is.”
“Screw you!”
“Oh, hey. That’s no way to talk to a guy who controls your fate, is it?” Deacon wrapped his arm tighter around the stray marauders throat, waiting to see if he’d comply.
“Okay! Okay, I’ll tell you. Just stop.. stop!” He loosened his grip on the throat of one of your captors. “You see that cave over there?”
“I see it, what about it?”
“That’s where, we take all our.. All our victims.”
“Good, good. You did a great service, shame that you won’t be with us anymore.”
“Wait, what—?” A sickening crack was heard before his body slumped to ground.
He was never going to leave someone alive for the Freaks to feast on. Even the sons of bitches that took you hostage.
“Lost Lake, come in. This is Deacon St. John to Lost Lake, come in.”
Only a few seconds go by, before Boozer picks up the radio.
“Deek? What’s up, man?”
“Hey, Boozer. I found out where the sonofabitches might’ve took ___.”
“Shit, do you know how many of there are?”
“A handful, but not too much. I can handle ‘em.”
“Alright, well radio when you’re done. Give em hell brother. Boozer out.”
“Trust me, I will.” Deacon didn’t even sign off, before headed deep into enemy territory, mind filled only with thoughts of you and if you were here.
He intended to find that out.
The camp that was once filled with Marauders and Rippers, had to have come up with some sort of alliance.
No way they could coincide without it.
He put his tracking skills to use once more, and found you in some sort of shed, with the door locked. And with a bit of prying and force, he was able to get it open.
“Who’s there? Don’t you touch me!”
“Hey, hey… It’s okay, it’s Deacon.”
“Deacon?” You asked, as the blindfold was removed from your face, to reveal your bloodshot eyes and tear stained face.
You haven’t been there for long, but both groups knew no bounds.
“Hey, I’m here. You’re safe now. No one is going to lay a finger on you. I promise you that.” He stated, a vow to both him and you.
