Unwind Pt. 3 // Bellamy Blake
REQUEST : Can I have a Bellamy and reader request where it is like the walking dead and belamy is the leader of one half of the 100 whilst the reader is the leader of the other half. Bellamy and the reader meet after reader saves jasper and Octavia.-smut please ( @chebz , @colouredwater )
PAIRINGS : Bellamy x reader, bestfriend!Murphy
WARNINGS : language
WORD COUNT : 1,483
AUTHORS NOTE: Okay guys 100% guaranteed smut in the next part!! I hope you guys have been enjoying this little “mini-series”! the request was just too good to do in one part! Please forgive my poor writing skills, I’m still learning :)
Hope you enjoy! xo
“What do you mean you found the other half of us?” Murphy asked, following you into your tent. You grabbed a loose piece of cloth and started scrubbing at your hands to get the blood off. It wasn’t coming off and you scrubbed harder. It was stuck under your nails, stained on your skin, in your hair, on your face. It wasn’t going away and your skin was becoming raw.
“It’s not coming off,” You said to yourself, letting the cloth fall to the ground. Murphy watched you carefully. “We need to go find the other half of the hundred. They are nearby, we can be there before dark.” You grabbed a jacket that was thrown onto your makeshift cot. Murphy stood firmly in front of the flap of the tent.
“We aren’t going anywhere until you explain what the hell happened.” He enunciated his words, as if he thought you were deaf. He stared into your eyes as you held back the emotions building up.
“I’ll explain on the way,” You pushed past him and into the open air, “I have to see if she’s still alive.” You started walking into the forest, Murphy quickly trailing behind.
“If who is alive. We can’t just leave without telling anybody. You haven’t even washed that shit off of you yet.” You kept on walking. Focusing on the trees and things to keep you anchored. “Y/N, stop!” Murphy yelled. You stopped, surprising yourself. He was a couple yards away from you.
“I don’t know what is going on or what happened, but we can’t just wander off.” He walked closer to you. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair.
“I found them John,” you said quietly. “I found our people. We have a chance.”
After hurriedly explaining what had happened at the river, Murphy had made you wait until he grabbed a couple more people to come with. He didn’t think just the two of you going was safe, especially since you didn’t know the people.
“They could have done things completely different from us, Y/N.” Murphy walked beside you. “We need to make this quick. We can’t travel all this way again when it gets dark, not with the walkers and the grounders roaming.” You stayed quiet. Focused. Breathing in and out. You were in control of your emotions, not the other way around.
A branch snapped just ahead of you. You stopped and pulled out your blade, the others flanking behind you. Your heart beat fast, the pressure becoming more forceful. A lone walker emerged from behind a tree. A woman. She snarled and turned her head toward you and the others. The flesh peeled from it’s face, eyes dead, a woman. It got closer and you couldn’t move. Around it’s neck was a locket. Mother’s? Grandmother’s? Boyfriend’s? Husband’s? So many questions ran through your head. You breathed heavily as she got closer. And then she was gone. Crumpled, dead for good, on the ground. An ax sticking out of her head.
“They were people.” You said to no one. You walked on, hoping the blood caked on your face hid the tears.
“Is that smoke?” Harper asked after only a couple minutes of walking. You looked ahead and sure enough, smoke was rising into the air.
“We can’t just run up there. We need to think this through.” Murphy stated, becoming a leader. You just looked the smoke, no fear running through your mind. You wondered if someone had been smart enough to cauterize Octavia’s wound. Ignoring Murphy’s warning, you took off at a jog toward the smoke.
“Y/N!” You could hear his frustration with you in his voice. He was trying to keep you out of trouble and you weren’t giving him anything. But you couldn’t. Not without totally losing it. As you got closer, you could see the tops of tents and hear voices. Your mind was rolling with the good things that will come with finding the other half.
You slowed to a walking pace and up ahead, you could see two kids making out. The others caught up with you, but didn’t say anything. A branch snapped under your foot and the two stopped and looked at you, confusion written on their faces. They quickly picked up something from the ground and pointed it at your group. You held your hands up. Where the hell did they get guns?
“We don’t mean any harm.” You said, your voice unwavering.
“Who are you?” The boy demanded.
“We came from the sky, just like you,” You tested taking a step closer, “Who is in charge?” The girl whispered something into the boy’s ear and they lowered the guns. They gestured for you to follow.
“I don’t like this.” Murphy stated, but followed you anyway. Your heart pounded in your chest and your head was so full that you couldn’t think anymore.
In the camp, they had a fire pit in the middle. The tents they had looked thrown together and the biggest stood at the head of the camp. Around the little settlement was a makeshift wall. They had obviously gotten comfortable and were doing things much better than your group was.
“Wait here.” The boy demanded and the couple headed toward the big tent.
“Y/N, we could join up with them,” Monroe said, excitement in her voice. “We would have a much better chance.”
“We don’t know if they will take us nicely yet.” Murphy snapped. “We should have thought this through. They have guns, Y/N. What have you walked us into?” Ignoring the accusation, you looked around for Bellamy or Goggles. You couldn’t see them anywhere, but people in the camp were beginning to notice your presence.
“Who are you?” A boy with long dark hair sauntered up to your huddled little group. Murphy suddenly grew tall and took a step in front of you, protective instincts kicking in. You placed a hand on his arm, ready to pull him back like you’ve done so many times before.
“I could ask the same damn thing.” Murphy sneered.
“Last I checked, you walked into our territory. Who the hell are you?” The boy shoved Murphy back and he swung before I could stop him, his fist connecting with the boy’s jaw. Because this is going to get us on their good side. You thought irritably to yourself.
“Finn, that’s enough.” A vaguely familiar voice called out. You looked toward the tent and Bellamy was standing outside it. He managed to find a shirt. He looked more calm than when you had seen him before.
“Did you guys cauterize Octavia’s wound?” You asked, thinking back to your thoughts before. He looked at you from where he stood, skeptical. Something about the way he held himself gave off a cocky, but comfortable vibe. He nodded slightly. The boy Bellamy had called Finn shook his head and wandered off. Bellamy walked closer.
“How many are in your group?” He asked, crossing his arms across his chest and giving you a hard look.
“50.” You said, trying to make yourself look as in-charge as he did right now.
“Where is your leader?”
You raised your eyebrows and scoffed. “You’re looking at her.”
Bellamy took a step closer, towering over your small frame. “No way.” He nodded his head toward Murphy, who was rubbing out his hand, “Him maybe, but not you.”
“And why is that so hard to believe?” You took a step closer. You refused to be intimidated by him. Even if he was making your stomach twist into knots. The way his deep voice growled, even if he was being an ass, made your knees weak. The way his dark curls fell into his brown eyes. His eyes were hard, but you could see a flicker of something else in them.
“I don’t know,” He took another step, “I just didn’t think someone I could dominate so easily could step up into such a tough position.” Your breathing hitched. Your heart pounded and you glared into his eyes. He was close enough now that you noticed the splatter of freckles across his tan skin.
“Okay that’s enough.” Murphy stated, “We’re here to talk about maybe joining up.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Bellamy said, not breaking his hard eye contact with you. “Alone.” He walked back toward the big tent. The group that you didn’t realize had formed dispersed.
You released a breath you had been holding. Something about their leader pulled you in. Even if he was a total douche bag, he obviously knew how to get stuff done. The act he had just put on was most likely just that. A tough act for his people. Shoving your tense feelings aside, and ignoring Murphy’s complaints about Bellamy, you marched toward the tent, refusing to let Bellamy think you were any less of a leader than he was.