#twdg malron

[maybemitch]

KNOW WHERE WE ARE

DESCRIPTION: When the news broke to Y/N that their sibling (brother) is still alive, they set out to find them. Leaving their home behind.

WARNING: *Y/N and their brother were separated at the start of the apocalypse*. Swearing.

WORD COUNT: 1560

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Lilly casted a look towards Y/N - who was tending to a cowering Louis - their facial features oddly familiar. She couldn't exactly pinpoint where she recognised the face, but she knew that if she rattled her brain long enough, she would figure it out. The older women pursed her lips, before she decided to stalk forwards; approaching the familiar faced person.

Lilly rested her hand upon Y/N's shoulder, a cold shiver - like iced water cold - went shooting down Y/N's spine. Y/N didn't like the feel of Lilly's touch, to them her hands felt like death.

Y/N eyes were quick to divert to the placed hand. An instinct was telling them to shrug it off, yet the other half of them didn't want to piss this Lilly person off; that wouldn't be a good idea.

"You know, you look oddly familiar," Lilly began, her words rolling from her tongue. The tone of her voice made Y/N shiver again, the way she was speaking only sent alarm bells to their head. Lilly started down at the person, the metaphorical clogs in her brain ticking away, trying to figure out where she recognised them from. Lilly blinked, a loose eyelash tumbling down her face and then everything clicked in her mind.

Therefore, Lilly snapped her fingers. The snap causing the scared tall boy to flinch. "I know where you look familiar from. I knew this boy, who looked similar to you."

Y/N turned their gaze away from the hand on their shoulder and back to their friend. They felt him jump, meaning that his heart in his chest could potentially be racing rapidly, due to the lack of space between between him and his torturer.

Y/N wasn't going to cave into a women they didn't know. Especially if they were going to play the card they thought they were.

Lilly smirked, her hand tightening on Y/N's shoulder, her nails digging in slightly, bruises likely to form at a later date, "Unfortunately, I can't remember his name. But, seeing you, sparked a memory in my mind," Lilly noticed the silence which was in the room. Y/N wasn't responding and Louis - despite his mouth not throbbing much anymore - didn't mumble. "Do you know his name?"

Y/N finally had enough from this lady, thus causing them to look at Lilly, their eyes burning to the women. Y/N scowled, "No." their voice was stern, they weren't letting Lilly get to them, "I have no idea who you're talking about."

Lilly chuckled, "Such a shame. You see, he mentioned that he had a sibling. Kept a small photo in his back pocket. It was some school photo," Lilly explained the photo she had saw time and time again when they were in the same group. "Very cute. Especially because he lost them at the start."

Y/N felt a hand rest on theirs. Louis was trying to comfort them still, knowing that their brother was a touchy subject. Y/N took a deep breath, composing themselves before Lilly opened her mouth once again, "Guess it's just a coincidence then. However, he did say his siblings name was Y/N. And if I heard correctly, wasn't that your name? I'm pretty sure that's what he," Lilly gestured to Louis, "Called you before... you know. He lost his tongue."

Y/N shrugged, "Small world," their voice was bitter. "It's quite the coincidence that people have the same names. Like woah, shocker. It's as if we all get our names from the same place."

Lilly glared at Y/N, she didn't like the way they were speaking to her. The sarcasm which was laced in their words, really ticked her off. She clicked her tongue, "I'd suggest you drop the sarcasm, otherwise you could end up like your tongueless friend."

"You disgust me," Y/N snapped. They felt Louis hold tighter into their hand; it was a beg for them to back down. Louis didn't want them to end up like him.

Lilly took a step back, heading towards the metal door. She had enough with the teen which was backchatting her and she quite frankly couldn't be bothered to deal with them anymore.

Lilly wrapped her hands around the bars, pushing the door open, then crouching down to lock the gate; imprisoning the two teens as if they were wild animals. Once Lilly stood, her hands wrapped around the metal bars again, her head resting up against them as she stole a look at Y/N.

"You know Y/N," Lilly spoke to them, their head snapping up at the sound of their name, "Your brother is alive. All you have to do is cooperate with me and I can tell you where he is."

The sounds of shoes echoed down the hall, a signal showing that the Ericson teenagers were now all left alone. And because the two were left alone, Y/N's main concern was Louis.

"Hey Lou," Y/N mumbled, placing a hand under his chin, making him look at them. Y/N could see the pain in his eyes, they didn't blame him, what he endured, they couldn't have imagined it. Louis gave a sad smile, but then proceeded to stick his thumb up, indicating that he was alright.

Y/N nodded before pressing them back against the rotting walls. Despite them not wanting Lilly to get to them, the words that their brother is alive had hit them in a way they weren't expecting. Their brother was a subject which most of the Ericson kids avoided.

Y/N sighed softly, before pushing themselves to their feet. They navigate themselves towards the door, they could feel the eyes on them but they knew they were somewhat judgemental stares. Y/N wrapped their hands around the bar, resting their head on them also, mirroring what Lilly did not long ago.

"Lilly?" They spoke. They knew that the women had heard her name. But considering Lilly was leader it might take awhile for her to come. Y/N rattled the bars, the sound of them agonising to the teens ears, "Lilly!"

"Have you decided to drop the sarcasm?" Lilly asked as she came into Y/N's view, a hand resting on her hip, "Are you ready to cooperate?"

Y/N sighed, pressing their head further into bars. They did the one thing which they didn't want to do, cave in. "Just... Are they alive? You weren't lying?"

Lilly place a hand mockingly on her heart, "I'm not one to lie Y/N. Your brother is alive. Take my word for it."

Y/N breathed, trying to calm themselves down, "Where is he?"

Lilly opened the door, casting a glance towards Louis who was watching out the corner of his eyes. Lilly then diverted her eyes back to Y/N. She held the door open, gesturing for Y/N to follow, "Come along. We've got a lot to discuss."

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Y/N had the discussion with Lilly when the group was in the boat. Much to Y/N's surprise, Lilly told her about the person that she assumed to be Y/N's brother and the exact location where he was. They knew that they would be taking a shot in the dark with trusting Lilly. But if there is a chance at a reunion with their brother, then they’ll take it.

Y/N stood at Ericson’s gate - one week after returning home from the war against Delta - they had a bag of supplies slung over their shoulder and a stolen crossbow resting up against their leg.

“How can you trust her?” Clementine asked as she stood holding onto her crutches, she wasn’t meant to be out of bed yet, but she wanted to say farewell. “She could be sending you on a wild goose chase.”

Y/N sighed, their hand clenching the strap on the shoulder, “You hoped that AJ was okay when you were separated? I’m in the samba boat right now. You don’t know until you find out for yourself.”

Clementine nodded, “I suppose you’re right. Guess this is a see you soon?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N smiled, finally picking up the crossbow. They sent a short smile to the group of friends, “I’ll be back eventually. I can bring him back here right?”

Violet smiled, “Of course you can bring him back here. This is your home after all.”

The three teens - Clementine, Violet and Louis - all stood watching as Y/N began to back away slowly, about to begin their quest on finding their brother. Louis stepped forwards, grabbing the attention of Y/N.

Louis dug into his pockets, fishing out a hand written note, holding it out for Y/N to take. Y/N took the note, unfolding it and read the words which were inked on the paper.

Stay safe and come back.

“I will do, Lou,” Y/N said as they tucked the note into their pocket.

“Y/N!” Violet spoke loudly, “If you need us. For anything. You know where we are.”

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I’m back with another story. Two in the past week is a record for me right now.

[yellowsugarwords]

Who would you say gets into most arguments in the Ericson Gang gang? I cant decide between Louis and Violet

I think Louis and Violet probably because of their ~sibling relationship~ but I also feel like Aasim and Ruby would bicker like a married couple over stuff that didn’t matter at all. Stuff like if Aasim wiped down the table before a meal or asking if Ruby is sitting far enough way from the fire to stop her from coughing.

Also, I think Marlon and Louis hardcore bicker like an elderly couple lol

[maybemitch]

LETTERS FROM THE DEAD

DESCRIPTION: Folded pieces of paper, littered the top draw of Y/N’s desk.

WARNING: Implied character death. Mentions of deceased characters (Brody, Marlon, Mitch). Just a whole lot of death. Swearing.

WORD COUNT: 2252

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When the news of Y/N dying broke, everyone in Ericson was in a sense of mourning. Everyone which was a member of the school - apart from Clementine and AJ - knew Y/N.

Y/N was a member of the school just as the dead started to work, yet their parents came and collected them right away. In a sense of protection. Therefore, because they came and collected them, the students left at Ericson didn't see Y/N for a while. That was until two years into the apocalypse. Y/N had remember their way back to the school and found themselves standing in front of the gates which were ever so familiar to them. Marlon was the one which saw them at the gate, his jaw drops. Marlon never thought he'd see Y/N again, but there they were standing, blood, sweat and dirt coating their skin, their weapons (which was a knife) in their hands. Most of the kids were surprised when they saw Y/N but welcomed them right back into the school wall.

Everyone in Ericson was in a sense of mourning because they always thought that Y/N would be one of the people which made it to the new world, they always fascinated about. They never expected them to get bitten. But then again, no one could control what happened in the world.

Violet was the one which suggested that they should bury Y/N's things like they did with Tenn's sisters. This would allow those in the school to go and mourn properly. Therefore, Violet and AJ were collecting Y/N's things and placing them into a box.

AJ opened up the draw to the identical desk he had in his dorm room, white folded pieces of paper slide side to side in the draws. Curiously, he reached for one, unfolding it, noticing, black and blue scribbles on it. Writing.

Violet noticed AJ's confusion when she turned around, her arms folding across her chest, "What you got there AJ?" her voice was soft. She was in pain for losing another friend.

AJ held the piece of paper up in the air, twisting it around, as if it was something unfamiliar to him, "It's some writing," unfortunately, the small boy couldn't figure out what was written on the paper, the handwriting was sloppy. Therefore, he held it out for Violet, "Can you read it?"

Violet walked over slowly, gently taking it from the boys hands. She inspected it. It definitely was Y/N writing. She knew that from the way which the letters were conjoined, it was something Y/N use to do in the class they shared together.

A small smile plastered on Violet's lips, before folding the piece of paper back up. The words left unread. How it should be.

AJ looked at her in confusion, "Why didn't you read it?"

"Its an invasion of privacy," Violet explained, the piece of paper clenched in her hand, "Y/N wrote them for themselves. I... I couldn't read their thoughts."

AJ nodded his head. He somewhat understood why Violet didn't want to read the letter. It was similar to the situation AJ was in when he first arrived at the school and tried to read Aasim's journal. The words which people write are sometimes private and only should be read if the person reading them allows it.

AJ looked back into the draw, noticing more folded piece of paper, before casting another look to the blonde who had her eyes closed. "Hey, Vi. What shall I do with the other letters Y/N wrote?"

Violet open her eyes, looking into the desk draw. There was around four folded piece of paper inside. All probably scribbled on with thoughts, with feelings which Y/N felt. Each one of these letters absorbed every piece of pain which lingered in Y/N's conscience. Violet couldn't bring herself to invade that.

"Past them here," Violet held out her hands. She didn't know where to put them. She didn't want to burn them - she might not want to read them, but someone in the future might. She didn't want to hide them away in the cupboard, they might be completely forgetting about then. Violet just didn't want to disrespect her deceased friend, they might have not been close when they were alive, but they were basically family.

"What are you going to do with them?" AJ asked as he placed the last one into Violet's hand.

Violet sighed, "But them somewhere safe, most likely. I can't get rid of them."

AJ continued to pack up the room, Violet had her hand on her pocket, ensuring that none of the papers fell from her pocket. The zip was broken, that the reason she didn't just zip them up. Whilst the two were packing up the room, they didn't speak much. The occasionally question came from AJ and the answer came from Violet.

Eventually, the room was packed away. It was as if the room had never been used before, not a single trace of human existence present inside the room.

Violet took a deep breath when she stood at the door, taking in the room. The curtains danced with the slight breeze which fluttered through, but that was all the movement in the room. For now and most likely for good. The blonde slowly shut the door, the click of the lock made her hear sink further into her chest.

"I'm going to find Clem," AJ announced to the girl which had her back pressed up against the shut door. "You can come with me, if you like. That's if you don't want to be alone."

Violet shook her head, pushing herself of the door, making her way towards her room, "I'm alright, little man. I'll come catch up with you in a little while? How's that sound?"

AJ nodded his head, lingering in his spot for a moment. He didn't want to leave Violet, he didn't want her to hurt by herself, but he couldn't connect to the pain which Violet felt, considering he only knew Y/N for a few weeks. A few weeks is nothing compared to years.

Violet waved AJ off, before opening her door and stepping inside. She didn't shut the door, she allowed the wind from the window to do it for her, the clock echoed in the room. A signal that she was now alone.

The first thing which she did was take out the letter scraps she had bunched up in her pocket. She lay they astray on the desk, not knowing where else she could put them. Whilst she paced around her shared room, her eyes kept drifting over to them.

An urge inside of her wanting to read them but the other half does not. Violet ended up bringing her hands to her mouth, nibbling slightly at her dirty nails and the skin around them, before caving into the temptation of wanting to know what ran through her friends mind.

"I'm sorry Y/N," Violet mumbled into the room, looking up at the sky, "Please forgive me."

She snatched the five notes on the table, before sitting down on her floor, her back pressed up against the metal bed frame. She unfolded them timidly, her hands shaking as she did so. Some letters were long, some were short. But Violet could already tell that each letter was written from the heart, that emotion had caved it's way into the writing.

Letter One:

We're not living in this world, its were surviving it. And that's the thing... surviving this world had (that’s the key word; had) been my plan. To outlive the dead had been my plan from the very beginning. But now, my main priority is making sure my friends survive. That's all that matters to me now. I couldn't care less what happens to me. If I get bit (which is a likely scenario) then I get bit. I don't want my friends to worry about me. Yeah, maybe somewhere in the world someone has survived an amputation to the infected limb, but I don't want to give them hope. If I get bit. Then that's it for me. That's the end of the line. With most all of my friends I have promised them that they'd get to see the new world. Some laughed, saying that it was a ridiculous assumption and that was never going to happen. My optimism seems to be funny to some, but that’s doesn’t bother me. Whilst some laughed. Some held hope that maybe I was telling the truth. But the things is, I am telling the truth. They’re going to make it to the new world. However, I won’t though. The new world isn’t for me.

Letter Two:

We welcomed new people into our home today. Their names were Clementine and AJ. They seem like nice people. They seemed to know how to survive the world. I don’t know how long they’ve been outside for, in the open world. But I know it’s been longer than me, longer than the other kids. Clementine and AJ seem like the people which would also make it to the new world. They both seem to know how to make it around this world. I would be envious of them, that they know how to survive, that they would make it to the new world. But in all honesty, I don’t mind at all.

Letter Three:

The small boy, AJ. He shot Marlon. And Brody. She's also dead. Apparently, Marlon killed her? I don't know what to believe. I thought they were nice. Fuck. We held a funeral for our friends. And afterwards, we held a vote for the two new comers. Violet, Tenn and Aasim voted for those to stay. I refused to vote. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. What Marlon did was wrong, trade the twins, accidentally kill Brody. And what AJ did was wrong, killing Marlon. [a section which was unreadable] Clementine came back. AJ was wounded. They came across people in the woods which were looking for the school. We're preparing for a war. Maybe no one will see the new world after all? I know for a fact I wouldn’t be.

Letter Four:

Death came knocking on Ericon's door again, claiming the life of Mitch, after he heroically saved Tennessee. He didn't deserve it. The people which are at war with are called Delta. They took Omar, Aasim and Louis. Clementine promises to bring them all back from Delta. She promises that we will win.But what's the point of a victory if no everyone can celebrate? Either way. We’ve already lost.

Letter Five:

Fighting a war of tiring. I can’t do it. Fighting humans is different than fighting the dead. Humans. At the end of the day; humans are a dying race. Were being overpopulated by the dead. So why should we try and kill one another? There is no point in doing it. Clementine. She promised that we’ll get our friends backs. And that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Hopefully everyone comes back, so they can see the new world i’ve promised them. Delta. They’re evil fuckers people. What they did to my friends. What they did to Louis. They deserves to fucking burn. What I said earlier about us humans being a dying race, doesn’t matter. Delta. They. Fuck. Minerva was there. I saw her get bit on the cheek - I remember promising her the new world. After all, she did get one. But not the one which was meant for her. Not the one I promised. I suppose what I’ve been doing, giving promises out to my friends has been foolish? Selfish? I just wanted them happy. I didn’t want them panic. I just wanted them to be happy. But i’ve been meaning what i’ve been saying. About me not making it to the new world. I know that because... i was bit. Trying to escape the walkers on the beach. It was only a small graze on my ankle, a small bite. But it’s still infectious. I’m just sorry to my friends. I understand that this is going to cause them pain. But i’ve always vocalised that I wasn’t going to make it. And if they didn’t believe me, then they were foolish.

Violet placed down the letters. Her throat clenching from fighting the tears. She obviously knew that Y/N got bit. Violet was one of the people which didn’t believe what they said. She didn’t believe that Y/N wasn’t going to make it. So she was foolish.

Violet smiled, her eyebrows knitting together when she noticed something sprawled in the corner of one of the piece of paper. She wonder how she didn’t see it. But it was small writing.

Violet picked the paper back up, brining the paper close to her face, so she could read the rough writing.

Maybe I did make it to the new world? Maybe that’s what peace is? Maybe peace is the new world.

Violet smiled sadly at the words, a small tear falling. She quickly wiped it away, crying was never her thing, but after all, if she’s hurting, she’s going to let her emotions show.

“Of course,” she smiled, “Of course only you’d say that, Y/N.”

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I don’t know how i feel about this piece of writing. I haven’t wrote in a while. But still.

[maybemitch]

meme?

no. i should stop

has this been done before? i’m so out of the loop right now i tell you *laughs nervously*

this is literally so shit also

it’s also 1:45am in the UK. i should be sleeping rn