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 : 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-

TWD: losing game -part 1-

// ALL usual disclaimers! 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 1 is all about your Amelia and the aftermath <3//

Alexandria, 10 am.

Amelia was lost in her thoughts. She watched as Rick started to lecture her. She didn't pay attention to who was in that room with them, Daryl, Rosita, and Michonne.. it didn't matter to the woman who was deep into her thoughts. They were screaming but it felt as if she was in her own echo chamber, only listening to her own voice, her own screams. Her chestnut eyes were staring at an agitated Rick's figure but some black strands of hair teased her nose. He pointed at her and was walking in circles. His figure was blurry for Amelia but his eyes were clear for her to see. They were angry, disappointed even but most importantly worried. He was worried about her, about what could have been. What the hell was she thinking? How could she go to the Sanctuary on her own? On a pathetic suicide mission to rescue Asma? How did she think it would go? It would have been a miracle if Negan hadn't killed her on the spot and even sent her back home. Her action could have put the whole refuge in jeopardy. Amelia knew, but she didn't give two shits about it. Her eyes were defiantly staring at her leader and she curled her fingers into fists.

Several weeks ago, the Saviors and Negan came to Alexandria, they ransacked the place, killed Spencer and Olivia, and threatened almost everybody. Negan spotted Asma and started to taunt her but she held her head high, defiant despite her body shaking by his mere presence. He taunted her even more and she ended up hitting him with her head, making him punch her guts and punish her by killing Abel. The tall and broad blonde guy was one of Asma's former crew members. They met at the beginning of the Apocalypse and traveled together with the rest of Asma's group (Amelia, Sun, Ahmed). She watched as he fell to the ground, a bullet hole in his head, and heard the sick laughter of Negan as he enjoyed himself. Flashes of that day came back to the woman who still couldn't hear what was said to her. Because she could barely stand, Daryl gave her a chair so she could sit. Her hands were on her knees, holding onto it as if she dared herself to feel anything. Her body was cold, it felt as if she couldn't leave herself and drown in her memories. But she couldn't. Rick's voice kept pulling her back into reality. He finally walked closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders. The Eurasian looked at him, this time fully back into reality with the other members of the room.

« Amelia...Amelia, I get it. Asma is your friend and you want to save her. » Her chestnut eyes became more intense but her jaw refused to move just yet, preventing her from snapping at him. « But what you did was stupid! You could have been killed. You could have had Asma killed too. » His words felt like a slap in her face. The woman's eyes grew wide as she shot him an angry glare. How dare he say she put her friend's life in danger with her action? While he was becoming Negan's bitch, she had the guts to try and stop him. She went there with an assault rifle ready to kill anything and anyone in her way...despite knowing she wouldn't have made it alive. It didn't matter, as long as she at least tried. Her voice came out like a growl. She shrugged her shoulder to make Rick remove his hand from her and spat in his face.

« Doing nothing is what will kill her. Doing nothing is what will kill her Rick !! I have already lost all of my people. They... I have lost all of them. I can't afford to lose Asma. » She looked away from Rick. Amelia's body became stiff and her lips trembled.

« I know you're emotional... » -He began with.- « But Alexandria is your new home, its people are your people too. You can't take an action without weighing the impact it would have on all of us. »

He said dryly. He was right, in a way, they accepted to embrace Alexandria as their home and their people as theirs when the group came. Amelia was aware of that but she couldn't think rationally when one of her own was in danger. Rick knew how she felt because he felt the same way when he arrived. It was his group against the Alexandrians. He remembered when he pulled a gun at them, calling them weak, saying he would take over and rule it and they should be thankful because at last they would be prepared for the worst of the worst. Amelia reminded him of who he used to be before Michonne knocked some sense into him and he started to accept that he shouldn't give into his urges and old ways.

« You don't know /shit/ about me Rick! Stop pretending! Michonne would have been in Asma's shoes you would have done everything to rescue her! You know you would! Or Carl for that matter! So don't come and try to calm me with your bullshit! Asma is my family! She is! »

She shot him another death glare. Rick understood what she went through, he wanted to tell that everyone in that room had lost a loved one. Everyone experienced what she went through and grieved in their very own way. It was true that he didn't know her well, Asma's group being one of the most recent additions to Alexandria but they were not so different from him. He wanted to say something, but he knew she needed to vent so he wouldn't cut her off until she said her piece, which she quickly did. Rick leaned against the table of the room, his blue eyes staring at Amelia.

« When the outbreak happened, she found me and saved me! She was scared as hell and clumsy, and yet she saved me. She saved our group. Ahmed..with whom I started to dream of a new life, he gave his life so we could get to Alexandria. She saved him. Sun.. who died when the wolves attacked. She saved him. Abel...who died killed by Negan.. she saved him. She kept us alive until we got there...I thought I thought I could return the favor and save her too. I needed to rescue her. I TRIED...I fucking tried! And guess what ?! She saved me AGAIN! »

She hit her lap with both hands, clenching her fists as hard as she could. Her guilt was easy to read on her face. Michonne's features softened slightly as she could relate to Amelia's desperate attempt at paying her debt back. She felt like she owed Asma and failed her.

« What happened there, Amelia? » Daryl asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he was worried about her.

Amelia, despite being guarded with her emotions spent time with him. He didn't talk much but he observed. She was the one who handled transportation in Asma's former group and very often fixed their car and Asma's bikes. Daryl helped her grieve when he allowed her to fix his bike. She didn't say a word at the beginning, save for asking permission to work on his bike. He would watch her check it, fix what needed to be fixed, and then hand him the keys when she was done. It lasted several weeks before one day she finally started to open up. He couldn't exactly consider himself a friend of hers, but they had some sort of relationship... She looked at him, her lips trembling, and unclenched her fingers.

« I tried to infiltrate the Sanctuary to set Asma free... but I wasn't prepared. I-I got caught and was brought to Negan. Considering everything, they should have killed me when they had the chance. » She paused. « Asma was brought along, I guess he wanted to break her mind, make her submit. I don't know. I was defiant, I was ready to die because at least, I would have done something to help her but she stepped in. »

« What do you mean she stepped in? » Michonne asked her. Amelia's body became even stiffer and she looked away once again. Michonne crouched in front of her so she would look at her face. « What do you mean... she stepped in? » She asked again, her voice softer than before. « Amelia...We need to know. »

« Is she... is she going to die? » Rick asked, his gruff voice snapped Amelia out of it and she shook her head.

« Worse....She agreed to become his wife. He... He got what he wanted because of me. She agreed to.. she agreed to... » She allowed a sob to escape from her lips, prompting Michonne to hug Amelia to comfort her. Her eyes stared at Daryl. He nodded and then looked at Rick who ran his hand through his beard. That sounded like something Asma would do. It was making him sick to his stomach, so much so that he left the room to calm his nerves. Daryl followed him while Rosita came to Amelia's side and put her hand on her shoulder.

« You did what you needed to. I would have done the same if I were in your shoes. Hell.. I tried to kill Negan and...Oliva got killed because of that. » She said wiping away the tear that rolled onto her cheek. « She's tough. She'll get through this I am sure. » Amelia looked up to Rosita and shook her head.

« He's going to break her... » She bit back a sob. « He's going to break her if he treats her good if he fucks up with her mind. As long as she can hate him, she can fight him but as soon as she understands softness is gonna mess her up, he will use it against her and it'll break her in pieces. He's good at manipulating others, he's very good at it. He's gonna break her...I couldn't save her. I couldn't! » She said sobbing again as she held Michonne tighter.

« We're going to take you home. You need to rest up. »

« You're going to fight him back, right? » Michonne nodded. « I want to be part of it. I want to have a clear shot and kill this motherfucker. » Rosita smirked and patted Amelia's shoulder.

« Get in line, then. Once you've recovered. » She said helping Michonne get Amelia back on her feet. « I know you feel guilty, I know the feeling. We all do. Asma's tough. He can try as much as he wants to, but he won't get to her. Hold onto that thought. »

Amelia nodded, unable to say anything because her throat was too tight. She wanted to believe Asma would be alright and she would find her once war would happen. They had to find each other again, they had to. And they would.

-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.