Jon Snow Imagines

Waiting

You waited for Jon, through the loss of lords, the fall of Winterfell and the coming of Ramsay Snow. You fought and you thrived, shouldered the harshness your home came to hold, suffering but never becoming hopeless.

When word of Jon reached Winterfell, your hope became contagious. Many of you escaped but most didn't, hiding in the secret passages and walls, waiting to strike, waiting for the moment Jon arrived to take back your home.

You were at the thick of the battle, fighting Ramsay's men, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new Jon you'd heard other talk about all the while wondering if your Jon was still there or if Westeros had destroyed the man you'd grown up loving.

It's seemed like days but in one afternoon the battle was over and there, coated in mud and blood, stood the man you'd waited for. His eyes fell on you and they widened, for a moment you thought perhaps he may just pass you by, but he dropped his sword and shield.

"(Y/N)." The sound of your voice past his lips and you broke into a wide smile.

He jogged across the courtyard, ignoring stares and whispers, his arms engulfed you and your whole body relaxed as you hugged him back equally hard. His voice wavered as he whispered thanks to the old gods, unable to say much more than your name, over and over as he just held you.