1960's architecture

“And She Was” (Simon x OC, part 2)

Title: “And She Was”

Characters: Simon (The Walking Dead), Negan (The Walking Dead)

Tags/Warnings: Explicit language, eventual smut, slow burn

Art Credit: Art is mine, Simon sadly is not

NOTES: Part 2 of my submission for @simons-thirst-squad ABC’s of Simon! Thank you so much @definitelynotanerd for your lovely comment! Also, I seriously contemplated calling this chapter “piggyback ride (gone sexual)” because I’m awful.

Part 1 is here!


Simon refers to the place as ‘The Sanctuary’, and I clear my throat as the truck growls past a rain-weathered statue of a seraph covered in severed hands. They’re bound to it by rope, strung on it like beads on a rosary and looped around the crying angel’s throat.

“The Sanctuary? Don’t you think that’s a bit of a stretch?” I say, and he shrugs. Sees me cautiously eyeing the statue as it disappears into the distance. Behind us, someone drags the chain-link doors noisily shut with a resonant clang. Simon’s words linger in my mind, and I feel my skin begin to prickle. Once those doors are shut, I’m here until I’m officially discharged.

“Don’t be put off by the hands. It’s a running joke.”

“What kind of place is this?” I eye him seriously. He worries his bottom lip for a moment. “I’m not exactly picking up good vibes.”

“I’ll let Negan do the talking.” He returns his gaze to the road, shoulders tense. We ride in silence until he pulls up alongside the main building.

I crane my neck to try and see where the sprawling facility ends – it’s an old factory, boasting the imposing angularity typical of 1960’s modernist architecture. Complete with utilitarian iron staircases bracketed to the side of the building and windows fogged by layers of dust and sediment so thick that they seem to be decades old. The sun winks bright off the windows like sharp teeth, and I squint against the dust kicked up by the truck. My heart is racing.

This isn’t what I expected.

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In towns up and down the UK stand examples of a style of architecture found in many public buildings from the late 1950′s to the late 1970′s. A watered down Brutalism, with half the boldness and quarter of the flare. Many are now abandoned and decaying after government cuts, adding to the image of all 1960′s and 70′s architecture as cheap and shoddy. 

Alton Magistrates Court is slightly better than most with its thrusting facade, however its still indicative of this type of architecture.