#like. yeah I know I'm not gonna win the fight against capitalism. doesn't mean I'm going to give up the fight

[karmaphone]

my mom said that I'm always angry so I'm always going to be fighting and always going to be bitter about it but like. yeah it's a fight. how many times in how many stories can the point be made that the fight is made worth it by fighting than by the actual possibilities of winning before it sinks in that it's not actually about the space zombies or fantasy politics or the magic of friendship. it's about the value of the fight in and of itself

[final-girl96]

Will be posting on wattpad more than anything but I will try to post here as well and new chapters will be posted on Fridays

Nick Clark x Reader

Warnings: smut, blood, gore, mention of drug use, death, swearing, some anxiety, murder, fighting, it's Fear The Walking Dead

A/N: if any of the warnings bother you please do not read. I will put an warning for smut just so you know so if want to skip it you can. Please like, comment, reblog it helps keep me motivated. Feed back is appreciated but please be kind. If you would like to be tagged let me know. There is a link to my wattpad up top as well.

I wasn't going to post this week but I was able to get myself straightened out then got busy yesterday and forgot to post. So here is the next chapter.

Chapter Eight

Alicia was still looking out the window for Mr. Dawson or Mrs. Cruz. Madison had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water for Nick to give him more of the oxy and she dimmed the light that was above the table. I sat on the couch along with Nick. We heard a sound and Alicia looked over at Madison who had walked back into the living room. "What was that sound?" Alicia asked. "I don't know but it's gone," Madison told her. Madison walked over and hand Nick the pill "What did Mr. Dawson do to the Cruzes?" Alicia asked. "He's gone," Madison said handing Nick the water.

"Yeah, but the hell did he do?" Alicia asked as Nick set the pill on the coffee table on the coaster and started to crush it up. "I don't know. We're safe inside, Okay?" Madison told her. I watched as Nick crushed the two small white pills into powder. Madison looked at me and I stood up off the couch stretching. "Oh, come on, Nick. Please, just swallow them," Madison told him. "No, it takes too long to absorb. I'm not there yet," Nick said. "You're not there yet? Or you're there but don't want to admit it?" I asked and he looked at me. "I'm not there yet," he said. "The idea is to wean you off the pills, no to get--" Madison started to tell him before he cut her off. "Um, who's the expert?" Nick asked. She didn't say anything and went to get up before he spoke again. "Hey, mom, I need more," he said. "No shit. Later," she said standing up and started walking away.

"Well, how much do we have?" He asked. "We have enough to get you east. Don't worry," she said. "And then?" He asked. "And then you howl at the moon," I said. "Look Travis Will beautiful here. We'll go," Madison said. "You sure?" Nick asked. "Nick. He's coming," she said and walked off. I walked over to Alicia and put my arm around her shoulder and she wrapped hers around my waist. I and Alicia have always gotten along, even though she thought I was stupid for dating her brother. We talked about everything together. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah," she said and leaned her head against mine.

Nick had taken the oxy and laid on the couch his legs in my lap as I sketched in my sketchbook. Alicia sat in the chair reading. Madison came back out to the living room holding a board game. "Really?" Alicia asked. I looked down to see her sitting Monopoly down the coffee table. "Yep," she said. We all got on the floor and sat around the table. "I'm the top hat," Madison said. "Car," Alicia said. "Shoe," Nick said. "Thimble," I said as Nick got into the little bag with all the pieces. "Dad was always the shoe," Alicia said. "Daddy wouldn't mind," Madison said. "My mom always took the dog," I said as we set the game up. "So, what do you want to be the thimble?" Nick asked. "No. I'm the car," Alicia said smiling. "The car," Nick said. "I'm the thimble!" I said laughing as he handed the pieces out. "All right," he said.

"Thank you," Madison said as he handed her the top hat. "All right, who wants to go first?" She asked. "Youngest to oldest," Nick said. "So Alicia, me, Nick, and then Mady," I said. "I'm gonna wipe the floor with you guys I can feel it," Nick said. "This game evil, dude. Kindergarten capitalism," Alicia said. "Yeah, but it's fun to kick Nick's ass," I said and he nudged me a little. "Shut up and roll," Nock said and Alicia picked up the dices and rolled starting the game off.

We were all laughing as it was Nick's turn to go. "All right, all right, all right. One, two, three, four, five. And that's Boardwalk. And I will buy that, please," he said. "Oh my god," we groaned. "All right, all right," Madison said and gave it to him since she was the banker. "All right, Boardwalk sold," she said. "$400," Nick said and handed it to her. "Do not treat the banker like that," Madison said. "Thank you very much. And that's the pair," Nick said. "You always get all the good ones," Alicia said "All right. Just because you have that doesn't mean you're going to win," I said. "You're looking at a very rich man, baby," Nick said wiggling his eyebrows. "God, no!" I said and pushed him a little.

"Oh, look at that. I'm crushing you guys. You're pathetic," Madison said. She went to roll but stopped as we heard gunshots in the distance. "Mom," Nick said. She rolled the dice and moved her piece seven places. The light joyful atmosphere had disappeared and turned to since until Alicia spoke up. "How long are we going to wait?" She asked as she picked the dice up. "We can go to sleep soon," Madison told us. "Yeah, I can't sleep when I'm waiting for someone to come home," Alicia said and Nick looked up at her. I leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder before kissing my temple. Silence once again fell over us for a couple of minutes. "I'm having a major case of déjà vu right now," Alicia said and the silence fell over us again as we all just sat there.

We were playing Monopoly as we waited for their dad to come home. It was me, Alicia, my mom, and Madison. Nick was in rehab at the time. Then again as we waited for my mom to get home from work to pick me up. Neither of them ever made it home. Nick and Alicia's dad fell asleep behind the wheel on his way home in 2004 and was killed in the accident and my mom was hit head-on by a drunk driver two years later in 2006. My dad was killed while fight over in Afghanistan in 2002.

The Clark family was all I had left. Madison and my mom went to school together and had been best friends since they were kids. They made a promise to each other after both of their husbands were gone, if something were to happen to either of them the other would look after their children. Madison kept that promise to my mom. She took me in, my mom had her will changed so Madison would become my legal guardian if anything were to happen to her. Madison didn't treat me any different from her own children she treated me like her own.

[omglr]

kids need to figure this shit out

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like socialism, and feminism.

You: hi

Stranger: hey

Stranger: so when are you implementing socialism

You: it's an ongoing process

You: how's yours coming along?

Stranger: i’m not a socialist

You: oh dang

Stranger: yea

You: gave up to quick i suppose

Stranger: too*

Stranger: i guess

You: well, maybe try to work with some friends on it?

You: it's hard to do it on your own

Stranger: i’m more of a fascist type

Stranger: i kill and best of socialists

You: oh so you don't have any friends

Stranger: i do. only people who agree with me

You: pretty edgy dude

Stranger: not edgy at all

Stranger: did you ever hear about that antifa member that got shot?

Stranger: at the recent rally?

You: how old are you?

Stranger: 19

You: yikes

Stranger: okay

Stranger: hey we can still be friends as long as you don’t do stupid shit

You: so you have like no real life experience then

Stranger: no drugs or anything like that

You: no problems with employment?

Stranger: for me?

Stranger: no

You: no kids to feed?

Stranger: nope

You: no rent to pay?

Stranger: i do pay rent

Stranger: i live on my own

You: any problems with the landlords?

Stranger: nope

Stranger: just gotta pay your bills on time

Stranger: and keep the noise down

Stranger: simple

You: is there rent control in your city?

Stranger: no

Stranger: i negotiate on my own

You: any chance your landlords gonna raise the rent, double the rent?

Stranger: nope

Stranger: we have an agreement

You: like a lease?

Stranger: no, we have a fixed price

Stranger: it stays there no matter what

You: and you negotiated that on your own?

Stranger: yes

You: cool

Stranger: it’s not particularly difficult

Stranger: you just have to be likable and easy to get along with

Stranger: and actually state what you want and come to an agreement

You: cool, sounds like anarcho-socialism

Stranger: nope

Stranger: sounds like you don’t know anything

You: sure sure

You: the landlords aren't your parents are they?

Stranger: no

Stranger: are you larping?

You: ha

You: no just trying to get a sense of your lack of hardships

Stranger: ah right

You: how you feel about global warming?

Stranger: it’s real

Stranger: i believe it’s called climate change

You: sure

You: do you believe the stuff about needing to take dramatic action in the next 12 years?

Stranger: i believe that if all we have is 12 years, we’re fucked anyway so i wouldn’t care

Stranger: i’m not willing to drastically change the lives of everybody in this country, when the rest of the world wouldn’t go along with it

Stranger: that’s the ironic part

You: so you'ld rather spend the next few years larping nazism?

Stranger: i’m not a nazi but okay

You: killing brown people?

Stranger: i’m a fascist libertarian, which may sound like a contradiction but i make it work

You: i am picturing that old dude from fury road

Stranger: okay

You: cool look i guess

Stranger: plus if you or anybody thinks that what’s being proposed can actually be done in 12 years, you’re crazy

Stranger: it’s not possible

Stranger: literally

Stranger: and as i said, no other country would go along with it so it wouldn’t actually matter

You: canada would

Stranger: china doesn’t give a fuck, india doesn’t give a fuck, etc...

Stranger: what makes you think that

You: NDP has a good shot at the next election

Stranger: we’ll see

Stranger: and either way it’s not that simple. winning an election doesn’t ensure you get what you want

You: if they were working with someone who didn't have a goldfish brain and actually wanted to do something good, they could work together

Stranger: once again, winning an election doesn’t ensure you get what you want

You: sure, that's were direct action helps

Stranger: plus you don’t seem to understand how impossible what is being proposed is

Stranger: i would be interested in hearing the way you think the green new deal would go about being implemented

Stranger: if you’ve given it that much though

Stranger: thought*

You: i think it will be hard, and sure not everything will get done in the 12 years, but it's probably worth trying

Stranger: what kind of attitude is that?

You: the not letting us all die kind?

Stranger: it’s plain ignorance

Stranger: listen to yourself

Stranger: no other countries would be willing to undergo the radical changes that are being proposed

Stranger: simply based off of that, we will not be able to make a significant dent in the timeline

Stranger: it’s full blown stupidity

Stranger: plus if you think people are going to hand over their buildings to the government, you’re crazy

Stranger: this is actually something that could start a legitimate civil war

You: isn't that what you want?

Stranger: no

Stranger: why would i want that

Stranger: i’m a libertarian fundamentally

You: cause you said you wanted to kill people

Stranger: i’m fascistic in the sense that i will not allow people to impose their beliefs on me

Stranger: i have no problem fighting back with violence

Stranger: mercilessly

You: ok, but what would you be fighting for?

You: do you have any real capital?

Stranger: that’s not relevant, i will fight in principle

You: you rent your apartment?

You: where do you work?

Stranger: why would i tell you where i work

You: like in the abstract

Stranger: people like you seem to think that others are okay with allowing the government to take more control over them

Stranger: the government is inherently an oppressive body

You: that's where the democratic socialism comes in dude, it's people running the company, not bosses

Stranger: right and how do you propose we get to that point

Stranger: is love to hear this

You: unionize probably

Stranger: i’d*

Stranger: and what about when businesses owners refuse to give up their life’s work

You: i mean if you work for the mob and your job is busting up unions, then yeah, you might not want to unionize

You: but yeah, even then i'd probably suggest starting a union

You: when the boss doesn't want to give up their lifes work exploiting labour from their workers the workers strike

Stranger: and what makes you think that the vast majority of workers agree with your perspective? if you go on strike, the businesses will simply use cheaper labor (ie. illegal immigrants)

Stranger: there are 700 million people and you think that any significant amount agree with your idea that private businesses owners don’t have a right to decide how they run their companies?

Stranger: it’s a joke of an idea to begin with

You: i realize i'm talking to a teenager in a country that has been actively anti union for half a century

Stranger: sure insult my age, why don’t you talk about the points and try to make a valid argument

You: i am saying, spend a few more years getting exploited

Stranger: also your idea of exploitation is a joke. most people don’t view it as exploitation

Stranger: not only that, there will always be someone to take your place

You: and instead of thinking, fuck, i wanna kill poor people so bad, think, hey why am i not getting paid the ammount my labour is worth

Stranger: i don’t inherently want to kill people

Stranger: you’re making a straw man

Stranger: and burning it so that you don’t have to argue with me

You: i mean, you said it early in the chat

Stranger: i actually didn’t, that was hyperbole to show my dislike for socialism

Stranger: but i understand how it could be misconstrued

Stranger: so that’s fair

You: ok, well what i was saying is that you are a teenager in a country that is super anti-union, that has been brainwashing people to act against their own interest for a very long time

Stranger: and hey here’s an idea, instead of continuously working at minimum wage jobs where it is easy to be replaced, work at a job that you can’t be easily replaced with. thus you can ask for a wage and use your leverage

You: so like yeah, its gonna be hard to change minds

You: ha ha, what?

Stranger: the problem is that you feel entitled. you’re not entitled to someone else’s money. it’s an agreement that you have to come to with someone else

Stranger: if you don’t like the fact that you don’t get a raise, stop working in a line of work where you can be easily replaced

You: dude, you got it upside down

Stranger: no i don’t. i’ve argued with people like you many a time

Stranger: you’re all the same

Stranger: despite what you think

Stranger: because you all think highly of yourselves

Stranger: if decide to start a business and risk my economic well being, you are not entitled to an equal share of said business simply because you are employed by me

Stranger: i took the risk

You: but probably not

Stranger: and just for the record, i do believe the minimum wage should be raised

You: like, most business owners come from inherited wealth

Stranger: anywhere between $10-$12

Stranger: that’s not relevant, that’s just you showing your jealousy

Stranger: and that’s not true either

You: i think it is relevant

You: the financial risk of business owners who have inherited wealth is very minimal

Stranger: what evidence do you have that “most” businesses owners come from inhereted wealth

You: scratch the most

Stranger: my father was raised in cuba

You: do you think the Walton's of walmart deserve their money at this point?

Stranger: he came over and started a business with $0 of inherited wealth

Stranger: you are not entitled to an equal part of that business

Stranger: in any way

You: do you think walmart workers don't deserve a living wage?

Stranger has disconnected.