Venom (Arthur Morgan x Fem Reader)

Camp Van der Linde

"Remind me again why we need another mouth to feed, Arthur." The chattering became louder as you came to your senses. Even before you opened your eyes, your body ached terribly, as though you were run over by a bison.

"You ain't have no say in this Micah." You opened your eyes when you heard the familiar voice. The man that had shown up in Valentine and when the Lemoyne Raiders jumped you. "Come on Dutch, especially a woman." Your eyes were now fully open, looking at the area surrounding you.

You were in a tent, laying on the few sheets on the dirt ground. Your fingers fell to your torso, running across the bandages that covered your wound. It burned as you traced your fingers over the bullet hole.

"We'll give her a chance, but if she's not useful, she's going." A third voice spoke and you looked to the flaps of the tent, that were just open ever so slightly. You could see a body standing in front of the tent, blocking your view of the outside.

"Excuse me, I think I should get a say in this." You clenched your teeth as you sat up through the piercing pain in your side. The flaps of the tent were yanked open, the three men standing and staring at you. You recognized Arthur from before, but the two others you didn't recognize.

One had longer hair, down to his chin and a thick mustache that reached down to his chin. The other man had black hair that was pushed back and a thick mustache and a small patch of hair below his lips.

"Great, you're awake." The long haired man said with a sour tone as he entered the tent. "Thank you for patching me up, but if you're really thinking bout keeping me here, I can be useful." You stated your case as you looked around at the men. The one with long hair had a harsh expression as he looked at you up and down.

"What use would some girl that Arthur picked up be to us?" The man raised his eyebrows as he looked at the others. "Shut up, Micah." Arthur snapped at the man as his eyes stayed glued to you. "And what use would you be to us, Miss?" The one with the soul patch said as he got closer to you.

"I was raised by bounty hunters, I've been living this life forever. I know how to hunt, I can shoot." You slightly winced as you spoke, the pain still being just bearable. "Oh so you're a bounty hunter?" The man raised his eyebrows and stepped back to look at Micah and Arthur.

"No, I didn't exactly follow what my parents would've wanted. I'm wanted." You looked between the men, trying to read their stoic expressions. "I see." He pressed his fingers to his chin as he studied you.

"I'll listen to Arthur. You can stay, just be useful." The man exited the tent, along with Micah. "Come on Dutch, she's just another whiny bitch to feed!" Micah walked close to the man, leaving just you and Arthur in the tent.

"Thanks for pleading my case." You gave him a small smile as he looked down at you. "Don't thank me, I ain't do nothing." He nodded his head and opened the flaps of the tent, exiting quietly and leaving you to yourself again.

You rolled over to your side, looking at your items that had been tossed on the floor. Everything was there, which was a pleasant thing. You reached for your satchel and holster, which still had your revolver in it. You moved to get on your knees, slowly getting yourself up onto your feet. "Shit." You muttered under your breath as you stood up without any support, the full extent of the pain hitting you all at once.

You breathed slowly, buckling your holster around your hips and attaching your small leather satchel to the side. You walked towards the entrance of the tent, being cautious about your injury. You pushed your hand through the flaps, opening it up and ducking as you stepped outside.

You stood there, looking around at the small camp that was set up among the trees. There were quite a few people, more than you were used to. You spotted Micah and Dutch hanging around a large tent at the head of the area.

You looked around for the ash brown hair from before, and spotted Arthur sitting at a small table that sat towards the center of the camp. Everyone was busy, either chatting with others or doing chores. A couple of eyes wandered your way and you gave them a small smile as you walked a bit further from the tent.

"You must be the girl Arthur picked up." You got spooked by a voice beside you and quickly turned around. It was a man with dark hair, slightly long and scars running down the side of his face. "Yeah the name's Y/N." You watched the guy's expression become a little softer as he reached out his hand, grabbing yours and giving it a quick shake. "John. Marston. Hope we'll get along."

With that he was gone and headed off towards the trees that surrounded the camp. You walked stiffly towards the table Arthur was sitting at. There was another man sitting there, along with a woman. "Ah this is Y/N." Arthur reached his hand back to signal you towards the table, still keeping his focus on the other people at the table. "This here is Abigail and Lenny."

You looked at the two people as they gave you small smiles. "Pleasure to meet you, miss." Lenny stood up, shaking your hand as he exchanged seats with you. "I saw you already met John, my husband." Abigail looked towards the man that was standing among the trees.

"Yes." You said awkwardly as you looked at the three people. "I'm sure you'll meet the others later." Lenny said as he sat in the seat next to you. You sat directly across from Arthur, but he didn't look up at all to meet your gaze.

"There are a lot of people here." You bit your lip as you nervously looked around at the camp. "Don't let that intimidate you. Uncle's here and he doesn't do shit." Lenny pointed to the older man laying underneath a tree, a bottle in his hand. You chuckled a little bit along with Lenny. "As long as you don't converse with Micah, you'll be fine." Abigail looked at the man that was still standing with Dutch.

"I see. I didn't get the most pleasant feeling from him." He seemed to act like Dutch's puppy and you had only been there for a whole 7 minutes. "I heard Hosea wants to take you hunting, see what you can do with a gun." Lenny tapped his fingers on the wooden table as he quietly hummed.

"Hosea and Dutch run the camp. I know you already met Dutch. I'm sure you'll like Hosea." Abigail said as she stood up from the table and walked away, heading towards a kid playing in the dirt and grass. "Jack! Come on!" It must have been her and John's child. Everyone in the camp seemed different, but yet seemed close knit.

"I gotta go, got some business in town." Arthur stood up from the table, patting Lenny on the shoulder and giving you a quick glance. "Goodbye Miss L/N." He walked away from the table towards where the horses were hitched. You could see Arlo, standing there calmly, not a scratch on him.

"There isn't anything I can do around the camp?" You asked Lenny as he began to leave the table. "Uh I'm sure it'd be appreciated if you helped move the hay around. Just from the wagons to the horses feed." Lenny pointed to the wagon on the outskirts of the camp with several bales of hay sitting in the back. "Alright thanks."

You stood up from the table, heading towards the wagon of hay. You grabbed onto the white strings that held the hay together and picked it up. It wasn't heavy, but it did put a lot of strain on your wound. You gritted your teeth as you walked over to the horses, throwing the hay onto the ground, where the few remains of straw laid.

You repeated it over and over again until you had emptied the wagon on hay. "I see you're already putting in work." A man approached you as you placed the last bale of hay down. He had long black hair that was tied back and a bow sat across his body. "It's Charles. Seems like you're a hard worker, especially for someone who's injured." He pointed to the bandages that covered your torso. It seemed as though the wound had opened again, because the bandage was becoming soaked with the red liquid.

"Fucking christ." You groaned as you pressed on your wound. "Y/N. Sorry, I was too focused on getting those hay bales taken care of." You walked with Charles back to the tent you had found yourself in when you woke up. "No worries, just let it heal properly first." Charles opened the flaps of the tent and you entered. "I'll speak with you later, Y/N. Welcome to camp."