The Roamer / TWD

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    Y/N watched multiple strangers enter her car causing a plethora of emotions to surge through her. The first emotion she was able to identify being shame because of the mess and the smell coming from the bucket in the corner. Then more practical emotions such as shock, fear, and confusion. Y/N wanted to shoot to her feet but because she was so weak at the moment she was only able to sit up, but even then she had to rest her back against the wall again. She watched as the strangers were instructed to close the door. When they did so, most of the light vanished.

    Y/N wanted to say something but she was more comfortable observing them. She quietly pulled the thin blanket off the floor and onto the bed along with her socks, a book, and her tray with her food. She greedily pulled the food behind her and drank the orange juice so she could get more energy. The people weren't watching her the way she was watching them, instead they were taking in their surroundings. The big red man stood tall over the others. No one had spoken until another man said:

"The best thing for us to do is to stay stationary and observe their patterns before making a move to get outta here." Y/N could only really see his outline and he had the worst haircut she'd ever seen. He looked well fed and groomed, well as groomed as you could get in the apocalypse. The others seemed to take his words in high regard, well the big red guy did. There were eight of them in total and they mostly stuck to there side of the car, which unfortunately, for them, held the bucket.

"Well lucky for us we have someone who can tell us all of that," The red man said turning towards her. She subconsciously pushed her belongings further behind her. He stepped to the front of the group and started to speak to her, the others tuning in. "What's your name?"

Y/N adrenaline forced her to ignore her fatigue and she was crouching in front of her things protectively. Her heart thumping in her ears forcing her to strain to listen to what he was saying. She pondered lying to them not trusting anyone in a ten-mile radius. "You can call me Smith." Because that's her dads last name.

The others shifted uncomfortably realizing they were talking to a kid, not that she considered herself a kid she was almost eighteen. Y/N didn't want to give them her first name in case the terminus people started talking about her. Terminus knew her most tightly guarded secret and because of that she was in this situation. She couldn't afford others to know, even if those people were probably going to be eaten in how ever many days or weeks. "How long have you been here, Smith?"

Y/N frowned thinking it unfair he didn't give her their names. "What's your names?"

Abraham's jaw clenched at her ignoring him, he sent the girl a look before introducing himself. "I'm Abraham, this is Rosita, Eugene, Bob, Sasha, and Glenn n Maggie. So how long have you been here?"

"Um....maybe two weeks," She lied with a shrug. She couldn't tell them that terminus had been keeping her captive for almost a year because then they'd ask 'why'. "I'm probably up next to be eaten since I've been here this long," she joked not realizing they probably took it more seriously, so she stopped smiling like a freak and sat down, squatting for so long was killing her legs. She really was getting weak.

"Do you know if they have a guard set up?" Glenn said. Y/N nodded, her body language relaxing since they weren't threatening her. She even started to nibble at a carrot from her tray. She snapped her head up when she heard him sigh. "So they do have a guard set up then?"

"Oh! Yeah they have some people on the roof of most of the buildings, and people are constantly checking the fence," She squashed any hope to escape that they gave her and instead decided to wait for Gareth to realize the mistake they made. She couldn't see how these people would be able to beat Terminus with its guns and people. They even had a room full of "Junk" that belonged to people that had come here before. She'd seen it in the tour her and her kidnappers got before they were killed. Terminus wasted all those weapons, clothes, and supplies because they didn't need it. It was a power move on their part and she was intimidated.

"When do they come to drop off the food?" Maggie interrupted her thoughts.

"Um...." Y/N was trying to make it seem like she was like every other unlucky person to come here but she wasn't, so she didn't know the normal routine of the "cattle". "Not often?"

She got plenty of suspicious looks at that answer. "Not to seam like we aren't respectable civilians but would you be so kind as to share your food with us? We haven't had a meal in a few days."

It wasn't a question more like an expectation from Eugene. Y/N glared at him instantly on the defensive again but she realized this was a fight she wouldn't win so she drank the rest of her juice then grabbed the five cubes of cooked meat, since they were in here they probably said no to eating humans, then she lifted the tray carefully, leaned forward and slid it to them. The others all watched her do this not objecting to taking food from her. Once they had the tray they marveled at the assortment of foods.

"Wow, I haven't seen one of these in a long time," Sasha held up half a slice of an orange. Y/N hadn't either until she came here, the south was full of fruit she had found out. Rosita grabbed the two slices of bread and started tearing them into equal chunks for all of them. They proceeded to do this with all the food and Y/N watched from the corner, sitting on her thin mattress.

I didn't expect them to share with each other

She chewed her meat actively ignoring where it came from. She listened to them quietly talking. She laid down but kept her back to the wall, she was so exhausted, her body not used to the emotional distress paired with her blood being taken. She drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the evening, waking up at random sounds before being pulled back to sleep.

    She woke up sometime in the night, listening to the guards on the roof laughing. Their conversation floating down from the top of the building and through the cracks in the door. She stretched a little and looked to the others, she couldn't see very well but the bonfire the guards had going provided some light. Y/N sat up and watched as most of them slept on the ground. She got up, sneaking to the door to look through the cracks. She tried to pick out words from the guards' conversation but since they were so high up she could only hear their voices.

    "How did you end up here?" The words were spoken softly but Y/N still jumped out of her skin, twirling around to face whoever had spoken. In the darkest corner someone sat, guarding the group she realized. His voice was too deep to be a woman's but him whispering made it so she couldn't tell who it was. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

    "You didn't," Y/N immediately responded, she couldn't seem weak to anyone. He laughed lightly before agreeing, she frowned. "How did you get here?"

    "I asked first."

    Y/N paused. Fair enough, "I was taken from my dad, and the people....they took me here. They thought Terminus would be a better place I don't know. I think they wanted more respect and they thought they could get that here."

    "Did they?" Y/N guessed that it was Bob who was talking to her now, he sounded too much like a philosopher.

    "No."

    "Are they dead?"

    "Yeah," Y/n looked down at the sleeping people before her and a wash of dark emotions filled her. "Their throats were slit in the Blooding Bin and they were eaten a long time ago."

    Silence filled the car. Y/N couldn't talk to these people, they were going to die in a few days anyway. She didn't know why but sorrow filled her, she was tired of all the killing and violence. She just wanted her dad, her bottom lip quivered without her permission and she started to walk back to her bed. "How long ago did they die?"

    Y/N froze. Shit. She looked at Bob over her shoulder, his eyes only visible from the lights reflection. Y/N pursed her lips and turned back around. Laying in her bed, silently ending the conversation.

Authors Note:

I drew a quick sketch of Keith so y'all could see what he looks like. Did you guys like the interactions with Y/N and the group? Also for anyone wondering Carl and any love interest is aged up to be 18 or older. Any requests are to be commented at the end of the most recent chapter! Thank you for reading!