New or Old Love?

Dealing With It

"Hey, (Y/N) - fuck..." Dwight sighed, his fingers running through his dirty blond hair, he missed you of course; he missed the way you used to wake him up in the morning with fresh coffee for him, Dean, John and Scott; he missed the way you would sit with him and the other three and joke with them, tell them about Negan. It was going to take what seemed like aeons to adjust to you living in Alexandria, but Dwight knew that if he grieved, he would never accept that you lived with Rick, and that you were happy. Collecting the remainder of the things you had left behind - a pair of jeans, a few old band shirts, and a couple of books- Dwight carefully packed them into his messenger bag and headed out the door to get on his bike and ride over to Alexandria. He hated not waking up to see you with Dean, John and Scott, sharing stories and gossip that was floating around the Sanctuary; although he would never admit it, Dwight had come to think of you as a sort of sister figure, and the thought of you being hurt by his leader - his friend, nonetheless- made his blood boil and his eyes burn with tears. "Never gonna get used to this." Dwight huffed at the Polaroid picture of you, him, John, Dean, Scott, Negan, Jesus and Rick that he kept in his shirt pocket at all times - it reminded him that even the worst of enemies can become united for a simple cause, and it gave him hope whenever he needed it. Dwight delicately put the picture back into his pocket and quietly hummed the tune to Fall Out Boy's 'The Kids Aren't Alright', as the lyric "I think you're my best friend" reminded him of you. You were his best friend. You had been since you were 15.
"Hey," came Scott's grief stricken voice from the doorway, Dwight turned to him and smiled sadly.
"We should be with (Y/N), she's our friend, we need to be there to protect her..." Dwight admitted, his pale blue-grey eyes searching Scott's jade ones for any sign of agreement.
"D, you should remember where your loyalties lie," Scott looked away and coughed awkwardly when Dwight scoffed and moved past the red-headed Saviour.
"I do, Scott. Which is why I'm taking the rest of (Y/N)'s stuff over to Alexandria." Dwight paused just shy of his motorbike and sighed, he turned back to Scott and gave him an apologetic look before getting on his bike and driving off.

Scott grumbled as he sat down on the sofa, his orange locks were cut short but he still managed to grab a hold of them and quieten himself as he cried. He missed you. Images of when you went to gay pride with him a year before the apocalypse flashed through his mind. He knew you were happy now, but he couldn't help but feel as if he was doing the wrong thing by staying at the Sanctuary.
"Hey, stop crying, she ain't dead!" Dean's attempt at Eli Roth-esque humour didn't go down as well with Scott as he had planned out in his head.
"I know, but it's been two days and I'm still not used to having (Y/N) in Alexandria," Scott sighed and wished for you, his friend, back.
"Hey man, it'll be alright. Like you said, we'll see her every other weekend, like a joint custody thing, and if you don't wanna do that, then we can always just sneak off with the excuse of going on a run or something." Dean shrugged and slapped Scott on the shoulder before leaving. You being in Alexandria was a difficult move in Scott's life, as he was still grieving over his mother, whom he had lost a month ago, which meant that he was still very much vulnerable.

"How ya holdin' up, Brizzle?" Dean asked, John had hardly noticed him as he was consumed by tidying up the medical station.
"Oh, Dean, alright mate?" John smiled softly at the Welshman when he almost walked straight into his chest, Dean rolled his eyes and gently grabbed John's arm, causing the cockney doctor to turn around and almost deck him.
"Are you alright?" Dean inquired, raising his eyebrows, John scoffed and his dark oak eyes met Dean's equally dark ones.
"My daughter's happy, Dean, and the bloke she's with ain't a total nutter, I'm a bit better than alright, mate," John smiled and patted Dean's cheek before busying himself with the medical equipment.
"Long as you're alright." Dean nodded and quickly left John to the thing he knew best: doctoring.

"For all I fucking care, you fuckers could have been stopped by the fucking Queen of goddamn England! Stop giving me your chicken-shit excuses and tell me why the fuck you have less than half of the shit I sent you fuckwits out for!" Negan demanded, swinging Lucille in the faces of knelt Saviours; ever since you had left, Negan had become more and more strict with his iron fist.
"S-sir, we simply couldn't find it," one of them tried to reason, Negan glared at him and crouched down so that he was mere inches away from his subordinate.
"This is the fifth time you've pulled this shit, and I do not fucking tolerate that." Negan growled, standing up and raising Lucille above his head before bringing the barbed wire-clad baseball bat down on the poor man's head. "I do not fucking stand for laziness, you pull your own goddamn weights, and if you can't then you'll end up just like your shitty friend here - understand?!" Negan kept hitting the slush that was once a man's brain and skull until Lucille clanged on the concrete beneath him.
"Yes, sir..." and with that, the Saviours scuttled away, all of them wishing that you would return and soothe the raging lion that Negan had become.

Dean sat in his room, he could hear the usual hubbub and commotion of the Saviours just like he could every day, but for the past two days it had become almost unbearable; of course, it was mainly due to the fact that you could turn almost any situation into a joke - you even managed to do it during the line up of the Alexandrians all those months ago - but it was also because you were the ringleader of the group of people he considered friends, and who the Saviours branded as 'Moriarty's Gang', you of course were Moriarty. He missed that already; the pop culture references you would make with him, the quotes that only you and he would get, but he especially loved the memory he held where you and he went around all the communities (the Kingdom, Alexandria, Hilltop and the Sanctuary) sorting your friends into Harry Potter houses; you were Ravenclaw, Dean was Hufflepuff, John was Ravenclaw, Dwight was also Ravenclaw, Scott was Hufflepuff, Negan was Slytherin, Rick was Gryffindor, Jesus was Hufflepuff and Ezekiel was Gryffindor; Dean took great pride in the fact that he was a Hufflepuff, as he was particularly good at finding things, which he said was down to his said house, you always rolled your eyes and asked John for another one of his books that you always borrowed.
But as the hours of the day dragged past, Dean found himself sitting alone in the corner of the room he shared with Scott, Dwight and John, simply mulling over old memories that he wished he could relive with you - but you were probably in Alexandria doing unholy things with Rick Grimes.