TWD: Amelia x Asma: Welcome back

Amelia was nervous. Alexandria suffered a massive loss in its fight against Negan. Only a few made it alive, including Daryl, Rick, Michonne, and Morgan. Maggie and some of the Hilltop survived and Carol and some Of the kingdom survived as well but way too many lost their lives during the final fight. Amelia's mind was focused on something else, on someone else: Asma. The only thing that mattered to her was to have her best friend back. Negan took her with him because she was a formidable warrior and he was one man short. He forced her to fight against her own but she was never killed, as a matter of fact, she was hoping to find Amelia so the two could manage to make her stay with the Alexandrians or kill her on the spot rather than return to Negan. It didn't happen. She never had the chance to see Amelia. It was Daryl who faced her. He saved her life when he knocked her out and hid her body underneath others he hit her in the head to prevent them from turning into walkers. It was chaos for a while, Amelia barely escaped death but made it alive to see a new dawn. As their leader claimed it was over and they won, she sat in the rubbles and cried her eyes out. It was over. They survived. They survived!

They search for survivors and when Amelia notices Daryl, who is carrying Asma on his shoulder, she nearly faints. Her best friend was alive, but in a deep sleep nobody could wake her up from. The survivors rebuilt Alexandria with the help of the Hilltop guys, they cleaned up as much as they could, buried their dead, and were still building back up when Daryl came to Amelia. She held onto his hands while her eyes searched for the unsaid words on his face. The woman became pretty good at it, at reading Daryl's face and understanding what he actually meant. He seemed excited and happy which had her smile. She kissed his lips and quickly pulled away as surprise and shock went through her body. "Daryl... I.." what could she say? After so many months of mourning the death of the love of her life, Ahmed, she grew closer to Daryl. He let her fix his bike, they talked a little -he mostly listened- and she was there when he needed comfort or support. She was there the whole Time. Of course, she grew feelings for him and in her immense joy, she couldn't hold back those feelings anymore. His blue eyes stared at her intensely before he crashed his lips against her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and shit her eyes tight. " she's awake... I should go see her." She kissed his lips again and held his hand as he guided her to the nursery where Asma was.

She did wake up. A long while ago but she couldn't speak because her throat was dry. Maggie was by her side and patted her hair and stroked her arms to calm her down. She seemed weaker, physically and mentally scarred and exhausted. Most knew she sacrificed herself to save Amelia and knew that Megan must have put Asma through hell. They didn't ask, to not revive those painful memories. The only word she said when Rick came to see she was awake was "Amelia." She wanted to see her sister, see if she was alive and well, and make sure her nightmare was over so Daryl ran to Amelia who was fixing his bike, and told her the good news. When the pair arrived, Daryl let Amelia's hand go and stood next to Rick.

"Asma?... babes... are you...are you okay?" She asked as she knelt next to her bed and gently ran her hand over her arms. "Amelia..." Asma managed to say before Maggie gave her a glass of water. " she's dehydrated Amelia. She can't speak or she'll hurt herself." The Eurasian beauty nodded and looked up at Asma, eyes wide open and tears filling her eyes. " I have imagined that day, over and over again for nearly a year...I wanted to see you, babes. I wanted to see you.. and say....and say... I am sorry!" She said sobbing. She leaned her head against Asma legs and started to sob. "I am So sorry. I shouldn't have tried to sneak into his stronghold. But I wanted to end this. I swear! I wanted To end this and all I did was put your life in danger. I did that. All that happened to you is my fault." She sobbed harder and shivered as she felt the hand of her best friend gently hold her neck. " it's not your fault." She managed to say before she wrapped her hand around her friend's shoulder. "It's not. Amelia. I am alive." Asma shut her eyes tight and allowed herself to cry. "You are home now," Rick said with a nod. "Get some rest." She nodded and he left with Daryl and Maggie. Now Only the two of them remained.

"I will take good care of you, I promise." Amelia said as she lifted her head to look at Asma. " you're back to me. You're back... finally." She said with a chuckle. Asma smiled and wiped the tears off of her face. "I survived.... and the only thing that helped me when I was his captive was that... you were still alive and safe. I prayed at night that you would not try to rescue me. That you'll stay alive so I wasn't doing it for nothing." Amelia nodded and wrapped her arms around Asma's waist. " I wasn't as stubborn as I used to be...I did try and convince Rick to attack several times but I never went there alone." She smiled as Asma cupped her cheeks and pressed a kiss on her Forehead. " I am alive...I am Right here and I am exhausted and hungry. Could you cook something for me?" Amelia nodded and stood back up. She pressed her lips to her best friend's cheek and left. They had another shot at a happy life. It might have been a nightmare for more than 3 years, but they had another chance to rebuild and live.

TWD: Sacrifice

//All usual disclaimers

Captivity wasn't the worst for Asma. No, she already knew Negan and his Saviors were shitty long before meeting them. Asma dealt with shitty. She was born with the wrong cards of the deck and was used to being screwed over by Life. Her family wasn't the most loving, her former lovers were abusive and if it wasn't for the "Zpocalypse", she could have been dead. Asma lost each and every member of the crew she gathered when they escaped from Chicago and she didn't know how to cope with their deaths. Ahmed, Abel, Sun.. they all died at some point and the only one left was the first person she met when the apocalypse started. Amelia. By the time her crew was destroyed, she had joined Rick's group and managed to secure a good life for Abel, Amelia, and herself. They had time to mourn for Ahmed and Sun's deaths. They had time to imagine a future for themselves. Abel made his move on Asma who remained indecisive because she had never met someone who wanted to love her the way he did. as in healthily.

Captivity wasn't the worst. She endured hell already. No, it was the absence of her best friend that was killing Asma. She sacrificed herself so Amelia wouldn't die at the hands of the saviors and agreed to become one of Negan's wives. She bargained her way into being allowed to scavenge with the other saviors. She refused to go on racket missions but never minded exploring abandoned areas nearby for food and eventually survivors to "save". Negan refused she use any guns or knives but she was fine using a baseball bat like she did long before going to Alexandria. He joked about it, saying that she was his soul mate because both used the same weapon, although, the baseball bat was modified. Being outside helped Asma forget the predicament she was in. It helped her forget she was in fact held captive and wasn't allowed to see her friend because she trespassed on Negan's property. It only took her so far because Asma felt it in her bones. Amelia wasn't there.

Negan noticed Asma was losing enthusiasm. He observed for a while and came to the conclusion that Asma was missing her best friend. Of course, a man of his word, he could never allow Amelia around his place but he knew that Asma would want to see her, so he considered allowing meetings, in exchange for something valuable. He would challenge Asma to find him something of value and in exchange would grant her a meeting once a week with Amelia. It only was a floating idea so he wasn't sure about it. He found her sitting at the edge of the bed, her arms on her lap as she was staring at her baseball bat. Her mind was filled with memories of her friend.

"Here I was thinking you'd be happy to see me." Negan teased her as he closed the door behind him. She looked up at his face and snarled.

"You're not exactly what I call a good surprise."

"Aaaww you're cranky?" She didn't answer, prompting him to draw a chair near her and sit in front of her. "I asked you a question." His tone betrayed his growing lack of patience, which prompted her to look up at him and snarl some more.

"I'm not cranky. I'm just not in the mood for your little mind games." She said, putting the baseball bat on the bed and crossing her legs.

"I thought you would be happy with scavenging." She shrugged. "What more could you possibly need?" He curbed a brow. "Oh.. you want your friend. the one who tried to kill me, right? Amelia is that right?" She became tense and looked up at Negan's face.

"We have a deal. I stay here and you don't touch--"

"Then do your fucking part! I came to see you, so drop the droopy eyes and the angry snarl, darling."

She swallowed a lump and nodded. After all, he was right, he kept his part of the deal, and she had to keep hers. Amelia's face flashed in her mind and she closed her eyes for a while. She was doing it for her. so she could survive and have more laughter and a chance to have a normal life. she was doing it for her.

TWD: Amelia x Asma

[Amelia belongs to my friend Lou and Asma belongs to me.

xxx

She makes me feel free. We've been living in a shitshow ever since the Z's breakout and I was one of the first people who would not have survived if she hadn't found me first. I told Rick that Asma was special to me. She was brave. She wasn't the strongest when we met and she definitely isn't three years later but I still can remember how clumsy she was with the baseball bat she had. She twirled it in front of her, unsure of how to Knock down the Z's as she called them but she did nonetheless. It gave me an opening so I could escape from the few who were circling me and just like that, she saved my life. I owe her my life. We all did. She was my first post-apocalypse friend. I had friends before, but they either died or abandoned me to save their skins. I don't blame them for that. Asma found me, she went the extra mile to save me, a complete stranger, and didn't ask for anything in return. That's stuff made of legends you know? The kind of stuff that forms an everlasting friendship? Many times she asked our group of survivors if we wanted to stay in the places we found or leave her behind but we never did. She found all of us and I'm pretty sure that if I was able to save Ahmed if we got together and talked about having a family of our own... yeah if I had that hope, it was because she gave it to me. We could have a life after the Z's breakout. We could have a life.

And she's gone now. She gave her life to save mine and I can only sit my skinny ass down and wait for that incompetent Rick to stop being Negan's bitch and rescue her. She gave her life to save mine, accepted to become one of Negan's Wives.. and God knows what else she agreed to. He wouldn't hit her, she wouldn't dare disobey to ensure my survival but I know he would break her. He would find her weakness. Violence wasn't her weakness for she's lived it all of her life. Before the Z's she was quite a victim of terrible circumstances. from her mother to her lovers, violence was part of her life and she let that happen because she didn't know better... up until the night of the breakout where she worked up some courage and retaliated. My Asma was born on that night when she rescued me. She was born through blood, fire, and trauma....so he could be violent with her, it would only fuel her strength. Negan is clever, very clever. He would know that it was kindness her true weakness and he would use it against her and I would lose her.

I can't lose her! I'm coming for her!

TWD : Losing game -part 2-

TWD : Losing game -part 2-

// After the beautiful solo written by Lou, I had to respond. I split it in two. I haven't touched these characters in years but...I would this one time. It's an attempt at getting back in the saddle, and breaking out of my funk <3 Amelia is Lou's main OC, (the other one was Abel) Asma is mine. (and the other one was Ahmed).

Lou, Thank you so much for thinking of me, for writing such a beautiful (and sexy!) scene with my Asma, and for trying to give me some confidence back in my stuff. Your Negan was spot on! I worked on this piece to both give tribute to you (your fucking pieces are so amazing ! Even 3 years without writing, you kick ass ! I'm not worthy <3) and an attempt at keeping my promise to still write, no matter what. <3 <3 Part 2 is all about Asma <3//

The Sanctuary, 10 pm

« You haven't eaten much since yesterday. When you feel hungry, come to me and I'll have something fixed for you. »

Sherry sighed and turned on her heels. Asma had spent several weeks just being Negan's prisoner. They met when Amelia's attempt at killing him failed and he offered Asma the choice to either become his new wife so he would spare her friend and even safely return her to Alexandria OR die along with Amelia. Asma didn't even hesitate and sacrificed herself to spare the woman, which left her friend traumatized. Since then, she was moved from her cell to the wives' private quarter, was given fresh new clothes and access to privileges most Saviors weren't allowed to have. Asma was quiet that night. She closed herself off because she didn't want to express her emotions. Anger, disgust, and fear were mixed up in her brain as she was anticipating her « honeymoon ».

Negan sent Sherry that night, to talk to her and explain to her the rules the wives had to follow if they wanted to maintain their status and privileges. She warned Asma not to displease Negan if she didn't want to be psychologically tortured. Negan wouldn't use physical violence on her but he would make sure she suffered. Asma didn't speak that night but she defiantly looked at Sherry, to let her know that she wasn't afraid of him and didn't care much about him. She used to know people like him, maybe not as dangerous as he was or as charismatic as he was but she used to know. He was violent, rude, selfish, and careless. He pretended he cared about his men, and delivered speeches about the new order and how civilization was important to preserve but she saw through it. He was power-hungry. He relished in the fear his mere name induced in others, he relished in making others bend the knee for him. He wasn't noble, he was vulgar, an animal. So yes, she anticipated their « honeymoon » and expected something along the lines of what she had experienced before the apocalypse. But it didn't go that way.

« I heard she refused to eat. » -Negan's voice made Sherry jump as she didn't expect to see him this early.

« I didn't know you were here. » She turned around to face him, regaining her composure and keeping a straight hard face.

« Is she in her room? » He asked, his signature smile on his lips. Sherry swallowed and crossed her arms over her chest.

« Give her some space. She needs to adjust. Only yesterday she was your prisoner and now she's your wife. Let her... »

« I am not asking you, Sherry. I /am/ seeing my wife. » He furrowed his brows, stepping closer to the brunette who took a step back. « Calm down. I didn't hurt her yesterday, I would never hurt any of you. You know that. » He stroked her cheek, making Sherry shiver. « You know me. » He said, grinning at her.

« I know you. You're an asshole. » She said, swallowing a lump. « Whatever you did to her... I know it ended up hurting her. You better not make things worse with that girl. »

« Fierce! That's why I fucking love your ass, Sherry. You stand up to me and you look hot while doing it. I wanted to pick Amber tonight but you just might be my number 1. See you later. I have a wife to see. » He said walking past Sherry.

He opened the door, only to see Asma sitting on the bed. A bathrobe on and a towel wrapped around her hair. She didn't flinch when she heard the door open and didn't even look at him, which made Negan lift a brow. He closed the door behind him, grabbed the nearest chair, and sat,  inches away from Asma. She knew it was him, the sound of his footsteps was a dead giveaway but it certainly was his grunt that caught her attention. Her eyes refused to move because she didn't want to look at him. Memories of the last time overwhelmed her. Negan said the truth to Sherry, he didn't hurt her last night. He actually felt good. He treated her so well that she actually reached her climax. It disgusted Asma, to have been able to find pleasure with a man such as Negan. An enemy at that. A cruel motherfucker who killed Glenn, Abraham, that weasel Spencer, had Abel and Oliva killed by his henchmen and threatened Alexandria's safety.

She wanted to kill him and that feeling didn't disappear overnight. It only became stronger. He took one of the two remaining members of her crew. People she considered family. Abel was a very sweet and loyal man, one who fell in love with her over the years they spent riding across America in search of a refuge. One who believed in everything good in mankind and hoped for a better life for every one of his companions. One who believed she deserved to be loved and treated well. He loved her. He was in love with her and she was slowly giving in to him, considering that Alexandria was a fresh new start and she didn't have to think too much about their safety anymore. He was shot coldly, one bullet through his skull was enough to snuff his life. She swore to kill Negan if she got an opportunity to do so but Amelia made things more complicated. Asma was fine being a prisoner but now that Amelia's life was at stake, she agreed to something worse. Intimacy. Intimacy with an enemy.

« I heard you didn't eat all day. » He began with, scanning her for a reaction. His voice tore her from her reverie and she closed her eyes. « You gotta eat, Asma. »

« ….. » She didn't say a word but her fingers started to move, tapping at her knees in rhythm. Negan shrugged and leaned into the chair.

« Oh come on. You're not gonna do me like that. Yesterday was great. I remember your face when I was balls deep in your cunt. »

«.... » She furrowed her brows but refused to look at him. He knew his words were getting to her, so he kept going, a large smile on her face as he relished in the memories of last night.

« I honestly was surprised at how good you felt around my cock. You weren't even dry! You were juicy and dripping wet like you'd been waiting for this to happen ever since you first laid your fucking eyes on me! » Her lips twitched and he knew she wanted to speak. Her eyes were still closed and she held onto her knees harder. Negan chuckled and shook his head. « You can keep quiet all you want, I know what I felt yesterday. I know what I saw. You enjoyed it. Yes, you did! » He pointed Lucille at her face, making her swallow a lump as she felt danger. « You. The little ass-kicking machine that caused troubles when you were a prisoner. You who give me the stink eye whenever you look at me, enjoyed getting fucked by me and that's what's eating you up now. You wonder, how come this motherfucker made me cum so much last night? How come this asshole I fucking hate made me moan his name? Cause you moaned and you screamed and you squirted your juices like you were a garden hose! » He laughed, shaking his head at the thought. « And guess what, you're getting me fucking hard ag-- »

« SHUT THE FUCK UP! » She said, opening her eyes and shooting him a death glare.

« THERE SHE IS! » Negan said, standing up. « There you are! It didn't take long to rile you up but we got there! So. Asma, Remember that you agreed to be one of my wives and my wives do as I say they do. I say. » He came closer to her and grabbed her cheeks with his large hand. « I say you should eat the meal they made for you. I can't tolerate wasting resources. Feel lucky you're being fed. » -She pursed her lips and squinted at him.

« You think you're smart? That you're so good at reading people that you can get to me? Make me bend the knee and pledge allegiance to you? I am not that damn traitor Eugene. That asshole can get on his knees and suck your dick for the mere chance of staying alive. I'm not like this. »

« Yet you sucked my dick yesterday and eagerly if I remember well. »

« Fuck you! » She slapped his hand off of her face and moved out of the bed. Negan chuckled and leaned back.

« And no wonder why I picked you. That's a /fierce/ spirit you got there miss. The only problem is that I have a hard time believing you because you were a 100% yourself when I fucked you last night. And it was glorious to see, I want to see it again. »

« I know. » She put her hands on her waist, pacing around the room before she stopped by the silver tray in her desk and picked a few grapes with her fingers. « It will come with a price. »

« Now you're bargaining? » He stopped smiling and walked towards Asma. She grabbed a knife and pointed it at his face. « Oh, darling. I won't hurt you, but you have to put the knife away. »

« I don't trust your ass Negan. So you're going to listen to my request and seriously think about it if you want to keep fucking me. » her hand was shaking and she furrowed her brows at it. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. She wasn't supposed to shake like that. Her eyes quickly stared into his and Negan whose smile escaped from his lips, started to chuckle louder.

« Ahahahah.... How exciting! Let's see what Miss Jensen has in store for me. What do you want? »

« I want to go outside. I want to scavenge, search for supplies, whatever you need to find outside but I am not going to spend the rest of my days sitting in couches and looking pretty. I refuse to wait for you to come home with the urge to fuck and certainly won't get bored there. I need action. I want to go outside. »

She noticed how unhappy the wives were. Most never went outside, and never had to fight the Zs. They were confined within the walls of the Sanctuary and forced to be with themselves. Asma knew she would end up feeling like them, ready to commit suicide to escape from Negan. Asma had Amelia and Alexandria's survival in mind. She accepted to be one of Negan's wives to protect Amelia and save her from a certain death and his hands. Of course, she knew the woman and she knew Rick enough to know that once he would get out of his funk, he would seek revenge. She had to go outside, fill her days with something to do, and feel useful, even if it was helping the bastard that kept her a prisoner. She wouldn't do it for him, she would do it for the vulnerable people he rules over. Those who were victims of his absolute power and the children who didn't ask to be born or thrown into a living nightmare.

Negan observed her, his eyes as cold as ice. She was quite something, stubborn, and hard-headed but mostly still fierce and combative. Yesterday was quite something and even if he mocked her for giving in to him, it actually surprised him. He wasn't used to someone who responded to his ministration the way she did, someone who needed that attention. -oh, it was easy to notice she was frustrated and needed that as much as he did-. He wasn't used to someone who was so passionate and for the first time in a long while he genuinely shared a passionate moment with one of his wives. One who wasn't afraid of him -although she was. Asma was but she also was brave and overcame her fear of him- He wanted to experience it again, but he was well aware she wouldn't be in the same mental conditions if he didn't give her something. She was determined, he could tell by the way she kept holding onto the knife, waving it in front of his face to keep him at bay. That didn't prevent Negan from walking closer to her, making Asma take a few steps back until she hit the wall.

« There are rules Asma. Rules matter! » He said, narrowing his gaze. He was larger than life, invading her private space to make her uncomfortable and back down.

« I know. I know but I want to go outside. » She said, moving the knife up to his throat. She didn't touch him with the blade but he moved forward, showing her that he wasn't scared of her knife or her for that matter. Asma's eyes grew wide but she didn't drop her knife.

« Wives are to be home, do you think I am fool enough to give you a weapon? I have seen you in action and I wouldn't take the risk to have your sweet face stab me in the back. » He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

« I am /not/ staying home. I don't need to have a gun or a knife...I used to have a baseball bat. » He laughed and leaned back.

« Aren't we a match made in heaven? I saw you with that bat of yours. It's been destroyed in our last encounter. Those things can do some damage. »

« Give me a wooden stick. I can handle myself with one of these. Make me go outside and you'll fuck me as you like, for all I care. » She said, still holding onto her knife.

« I'll think about it. » Was all he could honestly tell her. Negan never lied, he never misled people into thinking something that wasn't real. That was one of his qualities. She knew he would consider her request and knew he was amused by her attempt at keeping her head high. « Now be a good girl and drop that knife. » His voice took a dark tone, forcing Asma to remove the knife from his neck. « That's it. Good girl. » He said, cupping her cheek while the towel she had wrapped around her head unfolded and dropped onto the floor, revealing her beautiful afro curls.

« T-Thank you. » She said, biting her bottom lip. He felt her relax and drop her head and shoulders. The hand holding the knife dropped it onto the floor and she turned her head to the side so she wouldn't look at him.

« You know I would never hurt you, right? I never hit any of my wives. You held a knife to me and yet, I would not hurt you. » He whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek while his hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her into an embrace. She looked at the ceiling, hands still on each side of her body. It felt good, she knew it, her body covered itself with goosebumps but her heart was conflicted, and her mind was in chaos.

« But you will make me suffer regardless...Psychologically... I know you Negan. » She whispered, her fingers clenching when he kissed and nibbled her neck. « Why don't you get this done already? Threaten me with Amelia's life... Threaten me with Alexandria... » She groaned and buried her head into the crook of his neck. Negan chuckled and held her against his frame tighter.

« Ain't such a thing as that. I don't need to threaten you with death and destruction. You'd even fucking enjoy that shit. No. I don't need to do shit to make you walk in line Asma.  Do you want to know why? » She shook her head. « You're into me. You're into me, I don't have to do shit because you're into me and that's your struggle. »

He smacked her ass and pulled away from her to see her disgusted face. For a hot second, she thought that he would let her breathe but he never did. He simply waited for her to lower her defenses before he attacked and his words induced anxiety in her brain. He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't fully right. She looked at him and walked past him so she could return to her bed. He scratched his cheek and chuckled at her.

« Well, well well. You know I'll know if you didn't eat that fucking meal. If you want me to consider your request, you better eat. » She looked at him again, defiant still, and nodded.

« I will. »

« Good. I'll see you around. »

He said while leaving the bedroom. She immediately threw the pillow at the front door and screamed into her other pillow out of frustration. She had a plan. Gain their trust, go outside to get supplies, gather information, and as soon as she saw an opportunity, Asma would take it and escape from the Sanctuary. There was no way in Hell that she would stay there, especially not when Negan was toying around with her mind. He knew she enjoyed having sex with him, he knew she eagerly wanted him and even more but the simple thought of her giving into this asshole was driving her wild. She wiped the tears that finally rolled onto her cheeks and curled into a ball.

-TBC-

The Walking dead: life after Z

(The Walking Dead) : Life after Z.

A/N: just trying out a new profile for Asma. This one is similar yet different from the others. She's human, of course, she has a dark past, she has her issues but she's not a bad person. She's a survivor and she is determined to stay alive, even if it means killing people. I retell the day she encountered those she calls Z. (for Zombies obviously) TWD belongs to its owners.

Three years later.

She parked her bike in the middle of the street and glanced back at her group of three partners who were riding an old Impala. The night would soon fall and they needed to find a shelter, right there, in the middle of the road. They didn't see Zs walking around in miles so there was little to no chance to have any during the night, but who knew? These things never rested, they didn't need to. They didn't need to stop by and drink or something. They were dead. Dead for good. Three years could change a man and she certainly did change. She developed quite a nice taut figure, with strong arms and abs, and strong legs. She became more efficient in hunting and fighting. Her hair was always neatly braided and turned into a high bun. While she still had her baseball bat, now stylized with barbwire, the former timid young woman had a pair of guns on each side of her torso, a smaller gun attached to her ankle, two knives attached on each side of her legs and a couple of grenades in her bag.

« I suggest we keep driving for another couple of miles, we're not far away from the nearest city. »

« And do some clean-up there Amelia? I'm sorry but I'm very sore. We all are. We've been fighting non-stop since we left Denver. We should stop here tonight, take turns to watch out for Zs, and then go back. »

Amelia Soto was the second woman in the group. She was Eurasian, with very short black hair, cut into pixie hair, deep green eyes, a tongue piercing, and a bunch of tattoos on her back. She was fond of guns and was always carrying around a sniper rifle, two uzis, and a couple of grenades as well She was quite older than Asma, almost 38 years old, but was well versed in mechanics and was the one tasked to start over cars and repair any machines they could encounter, which came in handy at times. She trusted Asma after the latter found her at the beginning of the Zs awakening and protected her until they found enough equipment and a car to run away.

« You're the boss. If you think we can stay here, then I'm good with it. » She replied to the pink-haired lady who leaned her chin at the back of her hand. Asma glanced at the tall lean man who left the car.

« What do you think Hamid? » She asked. He was wearing glasses and had short black hair and bronze skin. His eyes were brown and he was sporting a light goatee. Unlike the girls who had no problem using guns, he was more fond of blades and was sporting a French rapière. and a hunting knife he always kept on his back. He used to take fancy classes before the Zs awoke and spent most of his life leaving at home and providing internet services from there. He was a fine tactician and very often suggested Asma's ideas of how to handle some situations, especially when they had to cross a city and there were other groups of survivors. He was the second to join their group after Amelia saved him from a certain death. Both were sharing a special bond that was hard to define. They occasionally had sex, but both knew there was something more to their relationship than casual intercourse. Yet, with the Apocalypse falling upon you, they didn't quite know what to do with it.

« We can stay for the night. We would need to leave as soon as the sun rises though if we want to reach out to the other city, find a decent shelter, and clean the place. »

« Yeah... I knew I had a good idea. » Replied the pink-haired lady with a grin.

The second man to leave the car was Abel. He was a huge German man, with broad shoulders and a face that could make Captain America jealous. He truly was handsome but was barely aware of it. He was developing growing feelings for Asma who didn't seem to be aware of them and therefore didn't have the chance to return or reject them. Soft-spoken, sweet, and always willing to help, he was the perfect guy for all the heavy work. He used to work at a « moving » company and could lift a lot of heavy furniture a day. He also was fond of guns and used very heavy ones. He owned two Smith and Wesson and a magnum 357 but usually only used it when it became very hot and dangerous for the crew. And usually, on humans, for he couldn't waste the bullets on mere creatures. He was among the first to witness the appearance of the Zs and survived long enough in his zoo (hunting and eating the animals trapped there until there was nothing left. He then met the group when they were trying to hunt in the zoo and joined them so he wouldn't be alone.) Asma smiled at him as he was starting to unpack their tents and help Amelia and Hamid prepare theirs as well as preparing his and Asma's.

« I don't know though. We'd be very vulnerable to any humans trying to cross by. I don't really trust this road. » Complained the last man on board. He was shorter than the statuesque Abel but still taller than little Asma, the shortest of the group. He was lean but muscular, as only a Tae Kwon Do Blackbelt could be. He was a handsome Korean named Jae Do San and actually a martial artist and teacher who found himself kicking his way out of the Zs when they awoke. He ran into a group who was simply driving through his city and offered his help in exchange for whatever good they could give him. He still carried around a small Beretta and a knife but was more efficient with his powerful legs.

« We'll do with what we have for the night. If you can't sleep, you can still watch after us. » teased Amelia before Asma stood up and helped Abel finish her tent.

They quickly settle down and started a fire to grill their meat and get a little bit of heat in the colder temperatures they have to deal with. For a moment there was a soothing silence. The kind that forces people to remember a moment in their life and maybe start a philosophical conversation about the meaning of it all. Asma was lost in her thoughts, she remembered that after she grabbed Amelia, they both went back to her house for supplies and the realization that her parents actually didn't survive the Zpocalypse traumatized the young woman. Once again she lost everything but in her misery she found something. A new hope. A new family. They have been loyal for three years, doing anything they could to protect each other and the young woman knew that she wouldn't bear losing one of them. She was dependent on them, emotionally speaking, going as far as sleeping with each of them, in an attempt to recreate some « family » bond. The void inside of her grew wider and became heavier as time went by and she was more than ever in need again.

Nobody realized and Amelia might have had some hints but they never spoke of it. They barely spoke of their pasts, if it wasn't related to their job. How funny and tragic it is that when Apocalypse finally happens, the only thing people want to know about you is what you can do. Asma played with her bat, swinging it in her hand before she munched on her meat.

« I remember... I miss chocolate cakes. » She finally said to the startled audience who looked at each other before Abel, Hamid, and Jae started to laugh and Amelia chuckled. « What? It's not funny! I really do miss a big good chocolate cake! Mom used to bake me one, whenever I came to her with a broken heart..she always told me, «  A good chocolate cake can mend the most broken heart. » »

« And is your heart broken? » Asked Hamid, curious and bemused by her words. She shook her head and shrugged.

« I miss the taste. My heart can't be broken.. it had already been a long while ago you know. » She said while taking another bite of meat.

« What do you mean? » Asked Amelia with a curious look on her face. Asma tilted her head to the side and shrugged.

« My mom was a crackhead. She abandoned me when I was five because she couldn't afford to feed me... I learned what starving truly means. » She trailed off and took one last bite of her meat, leaving only the bones she kept munching on. They all looked at each other in utter shock and then looked at Asma who was still eating. « There's no need to feel sorry guys. Just eat, don't waste it's all I'm asking for. »

« How could we remain calm? Your mom really did.. wait, so the woman we saw when we went to your house ? » started the Eurasian, but Asma shook her head.

« My mom.. foster mom if you prefer, but to me, she's my mom. She's the first person to ever give me love... her and Dad. It's just..... it's not very pleasant to remember the life before I met the Jensens... » She furrowed her brows and grabbed her baseball bat. « But all I need to remember is to swing this bat. I'm pretty good at it ain't I? »

« Yeah! I was wondering if you were a professional or something! » Jae wanted to switch the topic, it was becoming too heavy for all of them and thankfully, she switched and flashed a large grin on her lips.

« Nope! But Dad showed me how to do it. I used to paint before the Zs awoke. I was about to exhibit for the first time, I was just paid a large amount of money. It's no use today.. money... how weird and ironic. I was struggling to find money, to become someone and now.. it doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter at all. I live the life I used to live before, except it's more dangerous.. even more than when I was on the streets. » She sighed and looked up. « But I believe we can make it all. Alive and well. We can build a new life out there... we just need to go to... Washington. I heard they were working on a cure. »

« Washington? It's still quite a lot of road but.. we can make it. »

« Do you believe in this ? » asked a suspicious Abel. « I'm not sure there is a cure. I believe it's what God sent us, a punishment of some sort. »

« A punishment? If you were so confident in what you were saying, then why are you here with us? Why do you try to survive ? » said Hamid in a mocking tone. « It's not punishment. it's a test. »

« I disagree. » started Abel

« A test ? » cut short Amelia. « Are you fucking serious? A test? It's not a test! It's our fault! We, human beings. I'm sure it's one of the government experiments gone wrong! »

« I disagree! It's not a test and it's not our fault! I believe it's God's way to have us repent for our sins. I am with you because I want to repent. »

« You? Repent ? » asked Asma with a couple of blinks. « What do you have to repent for? You are nothing but sweetness. »

« I wasn't always sweet. » He simply trailed off, before they heard a noise. It wasn't walkers because they would have heard them arrive miles away, no, it was swift. It could either be an animal or a man. Asma grabbed her bat and clenched it.

(the walking dead) Life before Z (intro)

(The Walking Dead ) : Life Before Z.

A/N: just trying out a new profile for Asma. This one is similar yet different from the others. She's human, of course, she has a dark past, she has her issues but she's not a bad person. She's a survivor and she is determined to stay alive, even if it means killing people. I retell the day she encountered those she calls Z. (for Zombies obviously) TWD belongs to its owners.  

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It was a rainy day, she remembered it perfectly. A rainy day, probably a Tuesday. She was sleeping in her bed, wearing only flannel pants and a white tank top when she heard a hard knock on the front door. Opening one eye, she glanced at the watch by her bedside and groaned loudly as it was only 3 in the morning. Unwilling to stand up and open the door, she put her pillow against her face and tried to ignore the knocks but they became more and more violent, thus forcing her to stand up and walk towards the front door. As she opened it, she didn't even have the time to blink because it opened violently, hitting her in the process and forcing her to take a couple of steps back. As she stroked her cheek, the young woman looked up at the intruder, Sam.

He was the young woman on and off boyfriend. He was a large and towering Irish-American banker with red/orange hair, deep blue eyes, and an obsession with bodybuilding. She furrowed her brows and closed the door behind him as he paced towards the living room. They were in the middle of their break-up and she really didn't want to see his face in her house but since he forced himself in, she decided to roll with it. Sam was not a bad guy, but he definitely was an asshole. Her parents told her to leave the guy because both were co-dependent on each other, hurting the other and yet being in dire need of their presence. She could have severed their linking and ended their relationship but he was temporarily filling the void she had inside. He'd suffered from abandoning himself for his father dumped his family to build a new one somewhere else in the States and both were feeding off the affection they gave each other but it wasn't Love. It was brutal, it was possessive. His strong dominant personality attracted her, she needed to feel roughed up, needed.. oh yes, needed. She needed it and he was giving it to her like a drug. But it wasn't healthy because none of them actually was in love with the other and neither of them could fix the other and yet they believed they could.

« What are you doing around so late? » She groaned while scratching the top of her head. He patted his lap and invited her to sit on it but she shook her head. « No. We're on a break remember? I don't want to see your face, or your dick for a while. » She crossed her arms over her ample chest, furrowing her brows as he kept patting his lap.

« Then grab me a beer. » 

« You haven't answered. Why are you here, fool? »

« You didn't hear the news? People are getting crazy and loot and fight. Police are killing people.. people. We don't know what's going on. I need a beer. »

« Why did you come here? Don't you have your fuckbuddies you could have gone to? » She complained while she went to the kitchen.

She furrowed her brows as she grabbed the bottle and put it on the counter. What was she doing? What was she doing in there, with him? It wasn't the first time he casually came to her place, in spite of her protests, and got away with it. He'd drink, eat, fuck her until he got enough of it and would leave early in the morning for his job. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve this lack of respect. Marie was a very nice woman. She was kind and loving; everyone said she was very soft-spoken and that children adored her. Nobody believed she was resilient or even strong. Nobody believed she could teach a lesson or two to men like Sam. She was fragile, yes, but she wasn't made of glass. If anything she was strong and determined to survive. Ever since she was a child, the pink-haired painter was a survivor. Her biological mother, a crack addict, abandoned her when she was 5 because she couldn't support a third child she survived two weeks of starvation, eating from trash cans whenever she could and her luck prevented her from being abused like any child her age would have undergone if it was in her shoes. So why ?.. why couldn't she ditch Sam?

She felt strong brutal hands grab her waist, beneath her shirt, and run up until they reached below her breasts. She gasped and tried to turn around but he leaned into her, forcing her to bend forward over the counter.

« Fuck you! Get off me! I'm not in the mood! »

« C'mon! I know you want me! You've always wanted this dick before, why would you refuse now? »

« I don't want it, Sam. I was fucking sleeping before you crashed at my door! Get OFF ME! » She yelled at him, but he was heavily intoxicated already and she realized that if she didn't do anything, he wouldn't stop at all. Sam was this stubborn. She hated when they fucked while he was in such a state, because he didn't know how to stop, or he refused to do it until he reached his own climax. It always left her bruised and sore but this time, it was different and she could tell by the way he was breathing and the force he used to pin her against the counter. Her breathing quickened and she became as stiff as wood as she was already searching for a way to escape. Her chestnut eyes locked onto the bottle of beer she had in her hand and she quickly smashed it against his face, eliciting a groan from him and giving her enough room to escape from his embrace.

« COME BACK HERE! » He growled but she didn't listen and kept running, but he was faster than her and grabbed her ankle, making her stumble but not fall. She had to straighten again but he slapped her face, hard enough to make her bleed from her mouth and cause her to fall onto the ground. She rolled on her side and crawled to the bedroom where her baseball bat was stored. He started to unbuckle his pants and chuckle darkly. « Ahaha.. you decided to play it rough tonight uh Asma? » She winced, her cheek still burning from the slap he gave her and still crawling towards her bed. « You can't escape from me, babe. I told you, nobody ever says no to Sam. You cut me with that bottle, you're gonna pay! » He dropped his pants, down to his thighs, she could hear it and hastily looked for her baseball bat. Her body was shivering, mostly because of the aftermath of his blow and because she was scared of not finding the bat in time and going through another shitstorm again with him. « Be nice to me Asma. Be nice and I might be gentler. » He sneered while grabbing a fist of her hair and yanking it back, causing pain and her to groan with it but she could grab the bat in time and once she was sure she would not let go of it, the young woman turned around and started to beat him with it.

Smash! Smash! SMASH! SMASH !!  She hit him over and over again. Her blows became stronger and her technique better as she remembered what her father taught her when she was younger. He knew she was a soft soul and he needed her to be able to defend herself if attacked. When she was dating Sam, it felt as if she had forgotten all of her father's teachings until now. Now, the pink-haired lady was just made of rage and was beating him with all the repressed anger and disgust she felt when she looked at him. He started to plead with her to stop because his face was bleeding profusely and bits of his skull were flying over but she didn't stop, she kept hitting, giving back all the pain he gave her when he was hurting her while she didn't ask for it, for the way he disrespected her, for the way he used her but most importantly for having tried to do something she could never forgive. Or maybe it was something else, as she beat him to death, she felt a guilty pleasure overwhelm her, taking control of her very being and leaving her in a very confused state of mind. He'd stopped moving and she started to laugh maniacally before breaking down into an ugly cry. She fell onto her knees and then sat on her heels and stared at the messy horror she'd just made. His lifeless body was lying on the floor and bits of brain and skull were on her bat.

Without thinking twice, she stood up, grabbed a bag threw in the essentials, enough to survive for at least 10 days, and ran outside. Forgot her umbrella but didn't mind the heavy rain that was falling upon her, as if it was cleansing her from the crime she'd just committed. Her panicked mind was still confused between having her laugh or cry so she did both and was holding her head as if it could help her find a solution to the situation. It only was when she was a lot closer to the city center that she noticed something was wrong. People were agitated, they were screaming and looting. She furrowed her brows and decided to seek shelter at a church. She found one that was still inhabited by nuns and hit on their doors, calling them out so one of them could open the door but she heard no noise. Worried and starting to become cold due to the rain, she tried to open the door. Instead of being locked, she could easily break in, which alarmed the young woman who took out her bat and held it firmly in her hands. The church was hushed, a little too much since there were candles lit and it stunk. As she wrinkled her nose, the young woman twirled her wrist and started to speak loud enough to be heard. « Is there someone? Hey? Are there any nuns here? I came here for the night. » But no answer.. just the dark silence.

Asma was starting to breathe more nervously, she didn't want to scare the nuns, let alone be denied shelter but then suddenly she heard a sound. It wasn't human, it was weird. So she said out loud again. « If there's a child here, it's not funny! You can't scare people like that! » She was still exploring the church, walking carefully as if someone could surprise or attack her. Finally, at a corner, she saw what seemed to be a group of nuns busy doing something she couldn't see. They were crouching on top of what seemed to be someone, maybe they were trying to help that person? Well, if they were why there was a munching sound? Her pulse was quickening and the pink-haired beauty started to believe that something was very off and her guts never lied to her. She furrowed her brows and stepped closer « Hi! I'm sorry I don't want to .. WHOAAAAAAA! » They all turned at her with faces eaten by death itself! Asma couldn't believe her eyes. She screamed and started to run, they were following her, quite fast but not enough to catch her.

Panic was starting to take its toll on her, how was she supposed to fight that? Was she hallucinating? Was it God telling her that she shouldn't have been killed earlier? She was terrified and lost track of coherent thoughts; She'd just killed a man and now what looked like zombie nuns were running after her. She could glance back and see the mutilated corpse lying there and realize that they actually were eating the poor thing. Quick! Puke it all! Puke! Her insides were growling and her belly was hurting. She had a bad taste in her mouth and already an urge to puke but was trying to contain herself. Flashes of her previous crime were filling her head and she didn't know what she could do. These creatures were coming closer and sooner or later, they might kill her. She wanted to cry and started to sob, thinking #this is it. I'm going to die there !#

People were still burning the city and looting outside and if she quickly didn't secure the church, she might fall into the worst of mankind very soon. She tightened her grip on her bat and took a deep breath. Panic slowly started to fade away as something else grew stronger inside of her: she needed to survive, whether or not people died on her way. She would also come to her parents, to make sure they were alive, but knowing her father, he would have found a way out to secure her mother. So she really just should get away as fast as possible. As far away as possible from the madness. Determined again, she finally let the herd of nuns come closer and when she swung her bat and crashed it in the face of one of them, literally bursting it into a pulp, she didn't realize that she actually made a step forward in her survival quest.

Welcome to the new world Asma. Stay alive as long as possible.