Jack x Reader One-Shots/Trilogies

Zombie Apocalypse (end)

this is my fourth draft of the apocalypse ending cause I'm picky and eifjrjf

(Also I changed it to where Alex decides he wants to take you back to Negan's after all.)

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"Get off of me." I spat.
"Whoa toots, not with that attitude." He smirked.

I groaned at the disgusting nickname and looked around for any escape, though I had no luck. Alex grabbed his bag from my side and took out rope.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I yelled.
"What?" He asked.
"You are not tying me up."
"I'm afraid I have to. No offense but I kinda don't trust you." He whispered, grabbing my arm.

I tried taking my arm back but he only tightened his grip. I watched as he tied my wrists together and cursed to myself on how I couldn't do anything about it.

"Alright, easy peasy." He said, getting off me.

I tried getting up but he placed his boot on my stomach, pushing me back down.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not yet." He teased. He then proceeded to tie my feet together.
"Fucking hell." I sighed.

Once he was finished he walked to the back door and kicked it in a few times until it busted open. He looked around in the darkness and saw there were no walkers.

"It's getting real dark soon, we have some light left. We better find a better place to stay than here."
"And how do you suppose I get around? I kinda can't walk." I groaned.
"Like this."

Alex put his backpack on and grabbed mine, also slinging it over his shoulder. He walked up to me and picked me up, bridal style.

"No, put me down!" I yelled.
"Okay."

He dropped me and I fell harshly onto the wood floor, surprised he actually dropped me.

"O-ouch." I groaned.

He crouched down to my level and picked me back up.

"Now shut up because your loud mouth will most certainly attract walkers." He said.
"Asshole."

He walked me to his motorcycle and sat me down on the seat.

"I'll have to take the rope off your ankles in order for you to ride this thing with me but don't get too excited, I'll put them back on soon."
"Ugh."

Alex cut the rope and put it in his bag. He sat me in the front of the motorcycle, with him in the back. I gripped onto what I could so I wouldn't fall off.

"Hang on tight, wouldn't want you to fall off and die." He laughed.
"Shut up I know."

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We were riding for about an hour and by this time it looked to be about 9:00 at night, frankly I was a bit scared since I've never rode a motorcycle and we could easily bump into a walker.

"There is a house we can stay in up ahead, but early in the morning we are leaving to the sanctuary."
"Okay." I sighed. I couldn't think of any smart remarks cause truth be told, I was fucking tired.

He drove up to a white house and parked his motorcycle in the driveway. I was slumped over the front and so Alex picked me up, and carried me into the house.

"I can walk you know." I groaned.
"Yeah, but you look like shit. You need some rest."
"Hah you sounded like you cared there for a second."

It came to my surprise that he actually didn't say anything.