TWD Oneshots

Spencer Monroe - Thunder Storm

Henry4017

My finger lingers on top of the trigger. The cold wet rain made my body shake. I didn't like going out during thunder storms like this. It didn't end well due to my childhood trauma.

I could feel the wet fabric sticking to my skin. I was drenched. And so was Spencer. We had just lost our group about 5 miles back. Walkers snuck up on us as we checked out a small convenient store. And Spencer left them for dead. That's why we aren't talking.

The loud booming made me jump. My breath stuttered as I let out a breath full of air. Only for Spencer to stop walking and turn to me. It was quiet for a moment, only for him to shake his head as he suggests to stay in the woods for tonight. Set up our tents and camp out, in the rain.

I slightly nod, giving him the impression I was okay with it. But, deep down I was scared.

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The warm fire heats up my skin. Burning it as I sat too close. It was still raining, but we found an old RV to sleep in for the night. And it was surprisingly clean.

With a few snacks to chew on and only a book to read to keep us entertained, there were only a few awkward moments of silence after one talked.

"I think we should talk." Spencer suggests.

"Not now." I reply sharply. We may have not known the group as much. But, they didn't deserve to die like that. My face was still dry from the wet tears I wept. I wasn't ready to explain this whole situation when we got back to Alexandria. And that's if Spencer tells the truth.

My gun layed close to me as I tried relaxing in a book. Some pages stuck together as it got ruined in the rain. I just let out a sigh as I throw it across the room.

"Y/n?" Spencer asks.

"What! Spence!" I yell. He was taken back. I've never raised my voice like that. "I'm sorry." I whisper as I walk around the tiny room. I felt too confined.

"Y/n? Breathe." He begs. His hands now on my shoulders as he looks at me deeply. Only for me to jump in his arms due to a lightning strike. He just chuckles as he rubs my back. His scent infiltrated my nose. Making me grumble as I pulled him closer.

"Want to lay with me?" He asks. I just stand there, thinking of what to reply with. He's my boyfriend and all but, what the fuck. After all he's done? He expects me to forget it all with a cuddle session?

"Maybe not." I whisper. My hands rubbing my arms as I make my way to the bed, holding a pillow close to my chest as I tightly clinch my eyelids as I try and focusing on the sounds of my breathing.

Spencer was a sweetheart, at times. He can be a bit aggrogent when it comes to me. In a room full of people, he would save me. Leaving them for dead to be chewed on by a bunch of walkers.

A hand creeping up my waist. His rough hands ruffling with my top as he lays down. I was too damn tired to argue. As he was too stubborn to leave anything alone. He always wanted to fix things and do better. I mean, I just want to be held. And that's when I fully turn around and dig my face into his chest. Giving in to his antics as I hold onto his torso.

I finally relaxed in his embrace as the thunder goes on. Leaving me with a not so good night sleep and a very long ass walk back to Alexandria.