Venom (Arthur Morgan x Fem Reader)

Prize Bear

You wiped the rag off as you finished cleaning off your rifle. You turned it over, inspecting the condition of the gun, before throwing it off to the side. "Where are you going?" You heard a familiar voice get close to you.
You looked up to see John standing over you, pointing to your rifle on the ground. "Arthur asked me to go hunting." You stood up from your seat and grabbed your gun, slinging it onto your back.
"Arthur did?" John looked around until he spotted the man loading up his horse. "John, you've known Arthur for a while, right?" You asked quietly, getting close to John. "Yeah, about 15 years now. Why?" He raised his eyebrows as he looked between you and Arthur.
"Has he talked to you about me or anything. Why he may have been avoiding me?' You made sure to keep your voice low, avoiding any looks from people. "Miss Y/N, all I can say is that he cares about you. I don't know why, but I ain't about to say some shit I know nothin' about." John raised up his hands and slowly backed away from you.
You let out a deep breath, your head circling around the same questions. "You ready?" Arthur waved over to you, grabbing your hand as you stepped up onto your horse. "What are we hunting for again?" You waited until Arthur was on his horse before following him out of the camp.
"Hopefully some big game. Want you to get some practice with that rifle." Arthur motioned to the gun that was hanging off your back. "I've only shot a rifle this big once or twice." You twisted your neck to look at the large scope on the rifle.
"Just why we need ya to get some practice. It may come in handy." Arthur turned down towards the river, following the shoreline. "I do wish to be of more use to the gang." You sighed as you looked down at the rushing river.
"Don't you worry bout none of that. You've been great. Ya done more than Bill in the month you've been here." Arthur laughed, which made you giggle. "I guess so." You pulled on the reins of your horse as Arthur began to slow down.
"You see that? Tracks." Arthur pointed to the animal tracks on the shore of the river in front of you. Arthur got off his horse, holding out his hand in order for you to get down from Arlo. "They look like bear tracks." You knelt down onto the sand and traced your fingers over the tracks.
"Get your gun ready." Arthur said as he began to follow the tracks. You kept your head down and focused on the tracks that took you all the way down the shoreline. "How far did this boy go?" You asked as you looked far down the shoreline, the tracks never seeming to end.
"Don't worry, I think we got him." Arthur pointed further down the shore, just where the grass and sand met. You could see a huge ball of dark fur. The bear was huge, even though it was still far away. You'd never been close to a bear in person, but you've heard the stories. If John's face was torn up by wolves, you couldn't imagine what a bear could do.
"We'll just stay here and you take the shot." Arthur knelt down on the ground, his knees digging into the sand. You pulled the rifle off your back, holding it tightly as you laid down on your stomach. You positioned the gun right in front of you, looking through the scope.
"Ok, this gun has a bit of a kick so make sure you're holding on tight." Arthur got closer to you, his breath hitting your ear. You could feel your spine tingle as he put his arm around you, helping you keep the gun positioned. His body was right against yours, his chin pressing against your shoulder.
"Deep breath. Never pull the trigger when you're breathing in." Arthur's voice was soft and quiet as he spoke close to your ear. You nodded as you looked through the scope at the bear. You had a clean shot at his head, but you waited until you exhaled.
You pulled the trigger and the gun kicked back. Arthur gripped you tighter, keeping you from moving too much. You couldn't help but grin as the shot hit right where you wanted it to. The bear went limp, falling onto the grass. "That's my girl. You did great!" Arthur stood up, holding his hand out. "Your girl?" You asked as you smiled up at Arthur. His eyes widened, realizing his mistake. You grabbed onto your hand, shaking your head as you brushed the dirt off your pants.
"Thanks Arthur. I can finally say I've shot a bear." You let go of his hand and began walking towards the corpse of the bear. Arthur took out his hunting knife, digging into the skin of the bear and cutting off the paw. He threw the paw to you as a trophy. Your smile hadn't disappeared as you shoved the paw in your satchel and watched as he finished skinning the rest of the bear. "It was all you. Now if the camp asks, you skinned it as well." Arthur rolled up the fear and handed it to you. You placed it under your arm, walking back towards where the horses were held up. "Next time I go hunting, I'll be sure to take you again." Arthur patted your back as you placed the rolled up fur onto the back of Arlo.
"I told you I've got a good shot." You got up onto Arlo, beginning to head back to camp. "And I never said you didn't." Arthur patted your back before he headed off to camp, you close behind him. You couldn't help but admire him as he rode on his horse. Maybe there was something there, but you definitely couldn't stop smiling as you recalled his words.