Wait. {Arthur Morgan x Reader}

First Night

There were quite a few new faces in camp. Meeting someone new to the gang was always a divine pleasure, regardless of how things turned out. But this time, you were like the new one.

It was nerve racking and discomfited but it needed to be done. You needed to be around your family, even though you didn't think so at first. You didn't want to come back to the gang, but it somehow felt like an obligation the heartbeat you laid eyes on Arthur.

You introduced yourself to Mary-Beth Gaskill, who reminded you much of yourself. She was known to have been the best pickpocket around because of how kind she was, by the time people realized they had been robbed Mary-Beth had already spent the money. Dutch came to her salvation one day and invited her into camp. You also met Charles Smith, a man who's mother was Native American and a father who was African American, he had not lived an easy life simply because of his color. There's something about him that's rather interesting about him, he's pretty quiet and reserved, making you all the more intrigued. Kieran Duffy was a former member of the O'Driscolls that Arthur had managed to catch and bring back to their old camp.

Micah Bell was the next person you had to meet.

You walked over to the man that Dutch had called 'Micah' who sits at a ragged wooden table using a barrel as a stool. There was something already odd about him. He seemed to almost belong, just not quite. But no man who seeks to be mysterious truly is, there's something about wanting that attention that gives it away. Truly mysterious or even strong men have no such desire, their motives remain hidden and sense allure.

"Hi," you say softly, "I'm (Y/N), I used to be in the gang a few years back when me and-" he doesn't let you finish your sentence.

"Bill told me the story," he chortles, "He said Arthur's your ex-fiancée." He continues, giving no mind to his obvious gaze directly towards your breasts.

You modestly pull the collar of your dress up, "He is."

He pulls his lips back into a smirk and licks the corner of his mouth and with a snicker he says, "That's nice. That's real nice." He stands up from the barrel and walks toward you, you could smell the stench of whiskey grow increasingly stronger with each step. He raises a hand quickly, as if hoping you were to flinch. The thought of being hit didn't scare you, you held your gaze to his, unwilling to drop it. He rides his hand through the air towards your face, just as he's about to rub his dry, blistering hand against your face you latch onto his wrist with your hand.

"Mind yourself, Mr. Bell." You glowered, letting go of his wrist with a harsh shove. You turn your back towards him with a scoff of disgust, ignoring his cackling as you walk towards Tilly, she joined the gang real young and became like a baby-sister almost. Before you could get close to her you felt a tug on the back of your dress. You stretch your head over your shoulder, looking down at a small boy with a daisy in his hand. "Oh my, have you grown." You say and turn your body completely towards him and crouch to be eye-level. You wanted to get a good look at Jack, he was so small the last time you saw him.