(DarylxOCxNegan) A medium prior to the apocalypse, aggressive outsider Eleanor has always had an abnormal connection with the dead. But in this new world, Ellen is forced to rely on her survival skills and nerve to withstand another monster entirely...
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"She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her." Maggie Stiefvater
Outside, the bitter wind howled, a high-pitched squealing noise heard over the crackling of a small fire.
Flurries of snow flew by, whizzing past the glass panels. The creaks and groaning of the wind could be heard as it beat against the shutters and the roof. Inside the home, people huddled together for warmth, gathering in the living space around a large fireplace.
"What? No marshmallows?"
"I still don't like you. Keep it up and we're throwing you back in that cell," Rosita said sternly, fixing a firm finger in Negan's direction.
The other Alexandrians ignored the man, who was huddled by himself, bundled up in a quilt and leaning against a nearby wall.
The group had been forced to retreat to Aaron's home for the night, after a mishap with the last home's fireplace caused it to explode. While the Alexandrians were forced to move in the blizzard, Daryl's dog had run off and Judith pursued the animal through the blistering storm. Acting out of some sort of uncharacteristic selflessness, Negan had followed the little girl and carried her shivering body back to the main group, Dog in tow.
Now he sat, nursing a leg wound, inside the main building with the rest of the group.
Siddiq tended to Judith, who was still shivering but would ultimately be fine. Father Gabriel and Eugene tended to the flames, stoking the fire to get the heat circulating.
Shadows danced along the walls of the home, creating pockets of darkness in the murky corners of the room.
The men's heads shot up when they heard a loud pounding at the door. Rosita drew her weapon, and Gabriel joined her as they prowled towards the door and cautiously opened it.
Negan raised a brow, trying to see who it was past them.
"Ho ho--" a loud hiccup was audible, before there was a soft THUNK!
Gabriel and Rosita exchanged a look as the woman drunkenly stumbled, before teetering and falling off the porch and into a snowbank below.
With a gasp, the woman forced herself upright, shaking snow from her winter coat. She crawled out of the hole now formed into the shape of her figure and trudged back up the steps to face the duo that guarded the home.
"What are you doing back here?" Rosita asked, her voice a growl. Her gun was loaded, and her finger was on the trigger as she aimed it at Ellen.
Ellen hiccupped again.
"Are you drunk?" Gabriel asked incredulously.
"You're just s-sober," Ellen said, her teeth chattering. She rubbed her gloves up and down her arms for warmth. "It's cold, lemme in," she slurred.
