s1ater

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐠𝐨.

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Break Of Dawn.

break of dawn.

pairings. apocalypse!bellamy blake x fem!reader

about. bellamy and reader share a close moment--just in case it's their last.

warnings. swearing, walking dead x the 100 crossover,

ricky rocks. hate this. didn't know what to do with it. anyways i miss octavia.

the sun was just barely reaching over the mountain tops, allowing a thin layer of light to turn alexandria blue with hope and coldness.

bellamy was up, he had to be up, he had hardly slept. he had in fact just rustled his eyelids closed when the illuminating sun woke him back up to his troubled mind, peaking through his bedroom window, giving light to his face.

the low sun highlighted his tan features and every detail that wrung along his bones. his freckles, his cheekbones, his jawline, his scars. everything. it all looked so perfect within that moment, so raw and fresh from the shower he had taken the night before. something you loved about the morning, observing him, running your fingers about him, but sadly, you missed that moment.

bellamy sighed, slowly untangling himself from his sheets and your arms, forcing his feet to hit the cool wooden floor of his room with his forearms leaning against his knees.

everything was just a nightmare.

there was a soft knock that echoed through the practically empty room causing bellamy to turn, his eyes going between you and the door.

you didn’t even stir.

he heard the click of the door, before it slowly opening and raven’s face peaking between the crack. her facial expression looked exhausted, as if she had gotten just as much sleep as bellamy did.

she didn’t entertain any usual amusement nor smile on her face when her eyes met his. she looked dead and it made him frown deeper at the realization that this beginning war was really affecting them all.

“rise and shine,” she whispered, “we have a day ahead.”

we have a day ahead.

you woke up in a cold bed without bellamy. sheets all scrunched up and pulled down to the foot of the bed on his side, leaving nothing.

it made you panicked, you’re eyes reaching anywhere and everywhere before hitting the window, a light blue peaking past the curtain, making your stomach dip.

the realization of what day it was filled your mind causing a sinking feeling in your head, panic erupting everywhere in your body as you got up quickly and searched for a fresh pair of clothes.

it was a day of war.

you all had been waiting for this day so eagerly, wanting it to be over with, but now, you wished it was days before where you were sitting on the nice living room couch that didn't belong to you, thinking anxious little thoughts about how this day would go about.

bellamy had told you not to worry.

he had claim you'd be safe, he’d keep you safe. but not only that, you had another thing going for you. the straight fact that negan wanted you. he wouldn't harm you if he believed you had something he wanted, whatever that would be.

that was the one thing you had going for you and you couldn't help but be scared even more with the frightful thoughts that ran through your head, patronizing you and filling your brain with what ifs and possibilities.

“you let me sleep in?”

bellamy looked over his shoulder to meet your eyes, his lips were pressed into a thin line as he turned away from miller and the rest of the guarding crew, causing them to walk off with his final command.

his features softened at the sight of you, his hand laying against the crook of your back. he looked sympathetic and tired and old. it was as if the planning of this war had taken away the young boy from his eyes, leaving grey and sorrow.

“you need it.”

“you more than me.”

“some things need to get done,” he tried hard to suppress the pointed look he was about to give you, his hand still around you lowly. “we’re running out of time.”

“we’ve been out of time for awhile, it’s just now finally catching up to us,” octavia’s hard tone fills your ears as she hauls a large amount of rifles and weapons covered by a thick brown cloth. cuts scraped her face and dark circles outlined the bottom of her eyes, all youth gone just like her brother. "it's time to sharpen up. lexa said he should be here soon."

the both of you looked to her, analyzing the hard stare she had on her face, looking as if she was the one in command--which you wouldn't be completely against. she was ready, she wanted blood.

"did you sleep?"

"what do you think?" her tone was harsh and she doesn't think twice about it even as she noticed the wince on bellamy's face. "this has been the only thing i could think about for the past week..." her eyes hit the ground, her mind going elsewhere as she pauses, slightly shaking her head, "people are going to die and it won't be me, but i fear.." pause, inhale, her head jerks back up and her eyes meet yours.

she doesn't say anything but that seems to be enough.

octavia walks away with an urgency in her step, deciding it'd be best she helped the guard instead of putting the two of you in any more of a troubled mindset. she was like a bomb, she had a lot on her chest, and it had only built up with the more time she had spent with lexa. lexa had filled her head with worries of you and the rest of alexandria.

"she's not in the best state of mind."

"well, none of us are," you mumbled, watching her go, "but i would assume she's in the best. at least better than us."

bellamy didn't watch octavia, he watched you. his heart ached as it felt like someone was twisting it. he wanted reassurance. reassurance to your safety, but it was too late for that and the more the minutes went by the more he regretted not taking lexa's offer on protecting you at hilltop.

it was too late now.

"you shouldn't worry."

he grunted in response, almost scoffing at how ridiculous that statement was.

"we'll figure it out," you look up to him, "i promise, bellamy. we always figure it out, everything always ends up alright."

"until we screw ourselves over once again," he shook his head in sadness despite the sick smile on his face--one that wasn't intentional. he was just so tired.

"hey," your hand reached to the side of his face, "everything will be fine."

"bellamy, we need you," the two of you look to miller who looks anxious, his head jerking toward the front gate and a sudden feeling of grief takes over, fearing the worst that time had finally come.

bellamy seems to move fast as he takes ahold of you tightly with one arm wrapped around your waist while the other was around your neck, "don't worry," his mouth is right by your ear and his voice is too uneasy to make you not worry. "nothings going to touch you. not over my dead body and most likely, not even octavia's."

you laughed a sad laugh as you shook your head underneath his weight. it was finally hitting you that this was the end--the end of something and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

"be safe."

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