That F**cking Yankee

Apparent Days Asleep (Major Fluff - Slight NSFW)

You awoke again in the mid-afternoon, still sore, same clothing, same stuffy hot air; But when you turned to you're head to the side you saw a bundle of red flowers. Staring at them for a while you sat up, the pain in your shoulder had lessened but was still noticeable.

Being able to stand up semi-comfortably you wondered out of your tent. The mid-day sun pierced your eyes causing you strain. Still, with one hand on your shoulder, you squinted your eyes looking around camp to see some fellows looking at you. 

"Look who's awake!" Yelled Sean that was sitting by the dimming fire.

"Hey!" Said Sadie who had a cup of coffee in hand.

Nodding back with a smile you kept looking, specifically for Arthur.

"Miss 'Y/L'" You recognized that voice imminently.

Turning around slowly you laid eyes upon Dutch who had his hands on hips, a cheeky smile.

"Mr. Van Der Linde" You said still not knowing where you stand.

"How are you doing, my dear?" He asked softly.

"I-I uh, I think I'm doing alright" You replied squeezing at your wound.

"Good" He smiled with a nod.

"Is Arthur around?" You asked him.

"Out, on another long trip, went to Van Horn for some business" Dutch replied staring at you.

With a nod, you stood awkwardly; you had no idea what to say to him.

"Well... I'm gonna go for a walk.. stretch my legs, been in been way too long" You said with a soft giggle.

"Be safe" Dutch replied with a little adorable head tilt and smile.

You blushed yet again and began walking off, running into the other camp members. Meeting and greeting you were starving. Chowing down on some stew that Pearson had cooked up that morning you enjoyed every taste of it. 

"There she is" You heard from behind you.

"Oh, hey, John" You turned to see him walking towards you. 

"Well, at least I'm not the only one around here that's been eaten by wolves" He chuckled. 

"Well, at least I KILLED the one that attacked me" You winked at him and he suddenly got that look of frustration in his eyes.

"I'm kidding, John" You laughed almost hysterically. "No-No I'm glad I'M not the only one, buddies, huh?" You nudged him which made him smile.

"Well, if you have any scar or wolf cut related questions, don't hesitate to ask" He winked kindly at you before walking off.

You sat for a while before you headed back to your cot to check your wounds, you were attracted to what they looked like on your shoulder if they looked 'cool' enough.

Removing your shirt you looked at them through a small mirror that was standing on a crate; the wounds were mostly holes of the wolves teeth, some rips that trailed up where you had struggled and it had ripped some flesh apart. 

Passing the test of coolness you poked around at it, still tender and sore. Putting your shirt back on you went down to the docks, dipping your feet into the water.

"Auntie 'Y/N'" a small voice called

"Oh, hey Jack!" You called back with a sweet smile.

"Are you doing okay?" Jack asked in his cute voice.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine, thanks" You smiled at him.

"You're like my pa now" He giggled.

"Haha, yeah" You laughed back. "How have you been, buddy?" You asked patting a spot next to you.