≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
(Gifs used are from google images, so credit to their rightful owners!)
I also post these imagines on tumblr x
summary: after reuniting with Alicia after presuming her dead, you can't help but think back to the last thing you said to her: that you're in love with her.
warning/s: mentions of injury, blood and obvs the usual that comes with writing anything ftwd. also sad gay angst.
author's note: a lil one shot set in s7 that i wrote a while ago and finally got 'round to editing! it's set about the time after Morgan finds Alicia after the nuclear explosion (is that what it was? i can't even remember lol). It's been so long since i watched it so i can't even remember who the predominant characters in this part are, so apologies if it's incorrect! hope you enjoy anyway haha.
also another shameless plug but i've almost finished fully publishing my original fiction book titled 'Evie' so do check that out if you're into gay mermaids, pining and angst 👀
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"It's called being efficient," I said with a hint of pride at my handiwork, but Sarah disagreed.
"It's called wasting time."
"Well, next time you happen to tear your favourite shirt, don't go asking for my help," I said to her lightheartedly, continuing to sew up a hole in my socks.
"We'll see," she mumbled, before leaving me be at the kitchen counter.
I chewed on my lip as I finished threading the needle through the hole, pulling the fabric together and tying it off. It was arguably pointless to some, but with everything going on outside the submarine that we were all seeking refuge in, I couldn't exactly go and pick up some new socks when my current ones ripped. So, why not put an old skill to practice?
After pulling my newly-repaired socks and shoes on my feet, I was about to head to my room when I heard a knocking coming from down the hall. Pausing, I listened again and realised someone was at the entry hole at the top of the ladder.
"Someone open up! It's me, Morgan!" a voice called from above when I approached the ladder.
"Oh, shit," I mumbled to myself, before calling out to him, "I'm coming, Morgan, one sec!"
"Great, thank you!" he said gratefully.
"Guys, Morgan's back!" I shouted down the hall, whilst rushing to climb the ladder.
Morgan had gone out two days ago with Grace and the baby, Mo, to seek help from Strand at his tower because Mo was sick and nobody knew what to do. Luciana, Daniel, Charlie, Sarah and I were left behind to hold down the fort, but we hadn't heard anything from him since. Naturally, we worried, but couldn't risk leaving when we promised to stay put until he returned. That, and it wasn't safe to leave without enough gas masks for us all.
But he was finally back! And as I unlatched the door above me, I prayed that everybody was okay, especially Mo.
"Morgan," I called with relief when I saw his face looking down at me. "C'mon, you were gone for so long, we were worried!"
