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𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜

TW: unwanted touching-?
word count; 1131 (sorry!!)
wrote this based on a nightmare i had the other day...

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we had almost arrived at hilltop and i bounced with excitement in the passenger seat. simon peered into the truck's front mirror and let out a hearty chuckle.

"what's gotten into you? ants in ya pants?"

"nope! just nice to get out for once." i replied with a smile.

he snorted in agreement and slowed down the truck speed a little while after. there were a few walkers, nothing we couldn't take care of.

"is... the place we're going to safe? i'm not exactly the right man to bring out on a job, si."

my bouncing lowered when i saw more walkers. i started to panic a little inside. although it was obvious in the shake of my voice. simon put a gentle hand on my knee and continued to drive straight.

"it'll be a-okay, just ignore them, it ain't far, sweetheart." he reassured.

i took a breath in as we past the rotting corpses, me trying to focus on the road and not them.

it took at least ten more minutes until we got there. we leaped out of the truck, me steadying my balance, and headed towards the gate. i studied around for a second before simon took my arm and instantly headed for the front door. men followed behind with guns lowered to their hips.

upon arriving at the front door, simon leant forward slightly and knocked out a rhythm. a second wait until a man in somehow nicely kept suit opened it. simon's face twisted to a smile.

"gregory!" he chirped, barging past.

i got tagged along with him, almost tripping on the doormat. i turned to see the men flooding in through the door and making sure nothing could jump us. the man (i assumed was gregory) closed the door after checking there was no more.

"simon," gregory started. "what's the commotion for now?"

"oh, nothin'! just... we had some water problems over where we are, and are asking for a shower and a warm meal."

simon beamed at the chubbier man below him. i kept my distance while eyeing him. two armed men were standing protectively behind me. negan ordered for me to have at least two men around me at all times; the guy worries too much...

gregory's eyes slipped over to me, looking me up and down, and then peered back at simon with a grin i didn't like.

a simple, "i suppose.", escaped from his lips and i shivered.

"coolio!" simon turned behind and gently tugged me forward. "this is marcus; sweetest dove on earth. i can rely on you to take care of 'im for the night?"

even simon's voice sounded stiff at those words, accompanied by my body tensing when gregory shook my hand.

"yes, yes you can."

"even better! alright gentlemen, put 'em down."

he motioned at the armed men's guns and they instantly dropped them to their knees, holding them.