Now that your mother has passed, it is Curtis' job to protect you and keep you safe. You didn't know that having your body was part of the bargain. And you don't care. Are you going to be able to teach Curtis as much as he teaches you?
Summary: you remember the first meeting of Curtis.
Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader
Rating: mildly explicit
Warnings: loss of limb, dry humping, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.7K
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Your body is flung back away from the crowd as they continue to fight, being caught by a younger, man. He holds firm to your body, hand over your mouth. Putting his finger over his own mouth, to shush you, before he pushes the two of you into an alcove and away from the ensuing fight.
"Stay here."
"I want my mama," you scream at him.
"Stay here," he turns to go back into the fight, while you tremble. Not sure what was going on, because you awoke to the ensuing fight.
Lifting your legs to your chest, you rock your body back and forth, worried about what is happening. A grimy hand circles around your mouth, and he drags your body back out to the crowd.
"I got her! We'll be able to feast on her for a week."
Realizing what the commotion was, you bite down hard on his finger, causing him to drop you quickly. Screaming about the dumb brat, when you hide behind the closest friendly face you see, the young man that pulled you back.
"Let her go," the disgusting man is quickly surrounded by a few more, as they start to walk towards the two of you.
"Eat me instead," your savior's voice is calm, but low. You don't notice, but Gilliam looks towards your mother shaking his head no. "I've got more meat on my bones. She's a child."
"No," when you catch sight of your mother, you begin to run, but he grabs your wrist holding you back. "You can have my arm. You won't be eating my daughter today."
"No!" your voice screams out, trying to get to your mom to avail.
"Curtis, take her away," he drags your body away from you mother, who stands solemn sacrificing an arm to save your life.
"Let me go!"
"No, it's done. You don't need to see this," he carries you over to some bunks, lifting you up while he looks at you. "Do you remember what ice cream was like?"
"I'm lactose intolerant."
He gives you a giggle, "Okay, what about pizza, no that has cheese, popcorn. Do you remember? Going to the movies, and eating them?"
"Movies?" you try and think about the last time you went to watch a movie. Smiling when you remember your mom, and the last time you saw your dad. "I always got sour gummy worms."
"What was your favorite color?"
"The pink and blue, ones" you give him a smile, before your eyes try to look around him.
