the society imagines

will x reader

"We need to establish some kind of order or people are going to start taking advantage of things," Cassandra said while Allie passed mugs around to everyone. You weren't a fan of tea, but you weren't about to look ungrateful in front of these people that already didn't like you.

"What do you think we should do?" Luke asked and the rest of The Guard looked to Cassandra. She hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"I think we should ration food. Or at least count what we have so we know about how long we can live here comfortably."

"People aren't going to like that," Clark said and everyone else agreed. You slightly nodded with them, causing Will to scoff at you.

"Of course Little Miss Preppy would agree with them. They're far superior than us so they should just get to take whatever they want right?" Will was staring you down and you shifted uncomfortably on your stool.

Grizz placed a comforting hand on your shoulder before replying to Will. "Clark is right. We have limited resources and if we don't figure out how much we have we could potentially die a lot sooner."

Will grumbled but ultimately agreed with them. Cassandra promised us that we wouldn't tell anyone about the food rationing, knowing that they would suspect it was her suggestion.

"So I think I will go down to the supermarket now and start inventory," she said, reaching for her coat.

Allie put a hand on her arm to stop her. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, if you really don't want people to know than maybe someone else should do it. Like (Y/N) and Will?"

Your mouth fell open and you could see the steam coming out of Will's ears, but Cassandra said that it was a wonderful idea and wouldn't hear either of your pleas.

"Take a notebook and a laptop and just count everything. I'll have The Guard lookout and keep the store closed for you today." She smiled and pulled Allie and Gordie into the living room as she started talking about another plan to help the town.

You were afraid to look up so you busied yourself playing with a piece of chipped paint on your mug. Grizz, whose hand was still on your shoulder, was now bent close to your ear. "Are you going to be okay? Being with him?"

You smiled and nodded, hoping that he couldn't feel you shaking. He nodded and walked out with the rest of The Guard to wait for you and Will to get ready.

"Notebook or laptop?" You glanced over to see Will holding both items and you pointed towards the laptop. "Of course you would pick that."

"What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It'll just be less work using the laptop. You would try to do the least possible amount of work to still look productive," he growled.

You sighed, sick of his nasty comments. You hadn't done anything to him, why was he so mean to you? You walked over to him and snatched the notebook out of his hand before walking to the door, not turning around to see his stunned expression.

You kept a far distance from him as you walked to the store, opting to stick with Grizz. He was the only one that didn't treat you like you were some kind of monster. When you arrived at the store, you knew that you were going to lose that small comfort.

The Guard assured you that they would be staked out at both entrances and no one would be able to get in. Will nodded and pulled open the door, not bothering to hold it for you. Grizz caught the handle and swept his hand in a motion for you to enter with a goofy smile. You took a deep breath and walked through the doorway, hearing the lock click behind you.

Will was already standing in an aisle, shoving things aside and typing quickly. You went to the opposite set of shelves and started writing but his harsh voice forced you to stop.

"We need to split up to cover more ground." You nodded and silently stood up, walking to the farthest set of shelves from him. You were glad to have the distance and glad to be by yourself. You couldn't remember the last time you had been completely alone.

Besides, the silence was kind of nice and having a monotonous task wasn't so bad. It was a nice system and you were in a good rhythm, counting packages of chocolate chip cookies.

You were finished with that quickly and moved on to the next thing but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the light pink packaging. You counted quickly but the damage had already been done.

You sat back down on the floor when you were finished, limply holding a bag in your hands and trying to keep the tears at bay. You weren't doing a very good job but didn't realize you had been crying loud enough for Will to hear until his shoes appeared in front of you.

He knelt down and wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, and you let yourself sob on his shoulder. He rubbed his hand in small circles on your back and waited for you to calm down before speaking. "What happened?"

"It's stupid," you whispered, wiping the tears away and glancing back down at the bag in your lap.

He placed a hand on your knee and you sniffed. "If it makes you this upset then it probably isn't stupid. Maybe talking about it would make you feel better?"

You took a deep breath and nodded. "We used to have frosted animal crackers in my pantry at home all the time. They were my little sister's favorite food in the world and we used to make pillow forts in the living room and watch movies and eat these," you said, smiling at the memories. "I guess I just really miss her and I'm having a hard time."

Will looked down at the ground and nodded, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. He finally shook his head and looked at you. "I'm sorry I've been a jerk. I guess I thought that you had no right to be sad because you have always had everything you've ever wanted. I forget that people aren't used to having no family to rely on and it's hard on everyone here to be alone. I just am so used to it that everything still feels pretty normal for me."

You frowned and shook your head at him. "No kid should be used to that feeling. I'm really sorry."

He shrugged and reached for your notebook, scribbling the last number out and opening the bag on your lap. "I'm not your sister and we don't have a pillow fort or movies but let's make a new memory so you won't be sad every time you see these," he said, pulling a cracker out and popping it into his mouth.

You cracked a smile and nodded, picking one of your own out. You weren't necessarily best friends yet, but you were making progress.