You've been knocked out for a couple days due to a previous Walker situation. You end up wakening unaware of your surroundings nor remembering the events from before.
You find yourself in The Sanctuary, faced with unfamiliar people that you soon be...
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You arise the following morning, catching a glimpse of Simon sprawled across the couch, looking hammered with his mouth gaped open. You couldn't help but laugh a little by his jocular presence as he snored peacefully. "Psst!" you whisper. "Simon!" Failing to wake his attention, you decide to throw an object at him. Scanning the room you spot a shoe on the floor and picked it up, tossing it in his direction. The foot-wear hit the man in the gut, causing him to jolt.
"Fuck was that for!?" he grumbled.
"Get up!"
"What time is it?" Simon sighs; palms collapsing with his face.
"10:47." you check the clock beside you.
"Oh shit. I need to go!" the second-in-command crawled to his feet and began racing towards the entryway.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Work. I'll be back soon."
Quickly he left without a trace and you were soon isolated, that is until the door swung open and an irked Simon huffed. "Don't leave! Stay in bed until I return." Your jaw dropped as if about to speak, but he gives you a stern look which hushes you. "I mean it Y/N!" he adds and officially wanders off.
You absolutely dread how you were treated like a baby. It coiled your mind of weakness. You never gratified others tending to your care because you would always suffice things alone. You began to wonder into a deep trance about the plan of admissible escape from here. You knew damn well that living in an establishment like this would serve useful, but you lacked something. Freedom. Though you've been saved from death itself, you wanted to leave; carry on with your life rather than loath in a prison like this one. No matter the cost, within a month of gathering supplies, you planned a risky retreat from The Sanctuary.
***
Time flowed like cement. A minute had passed since you last checked an hour ago, or so it seemed. Sitting there with nothing to stare at but a wall with chipped cream paint was excruciatingly dull and there was no telling when Simon would reappear again. It was so pointless too. You started to drift into an unpleasant daydream or was it a paranoid fantasy? So hard to tell and you didn't care. It helped to pass the time and you weren't really one for entertaining yourself with optimism.
Growing bored out of your mind, you finally chose to leave your room. It beat being trapped all day inside a cubicle, losing sanity to the silence which engulfed you; only sustained with self-thoughts. Your fingertips brush the egress doorknob and slightly jar it open. You walk through the corridors at least hoping to explore more of this accustomed place.
Spending several minutes of adventuring around, you come across a tiny staircase near the factory floor. It was dark and bitter, much like an old cup of brew. It smelled of ashy cigarettes which lingered the floor. From the darkness emerged a silhouette of a man. He inched closer to where the light hit him. You observed his brown colored eyes, shoulder-length blond hair, and right portion of his face that was burned.
"Who the hell are you?" he mumbled with a cigarette butt in his mouth.
"Y/N. I'm new here...What's your name?"
"Dwight, but some people call me 'D'." he exhaled a puff of smoke. "Here, ya want one?"
"No thanks." you take down his offer and meet his side, leaning against the rustic wall together.
"Aren't you the girl who got knocked out?"
"So that's the label I go by, apparently?" you joke.
"Ha-I guess so. I don't know too much of your backstory—speaking of which, where did you come from? Ain't you suppose to be resting or something like that?"
"Oh-uh. I was laying down but needed fresh air."
"So you came to the smoking area for fresh air?"
"Alright, I was just looking around. I haven't seen much because I've been cooped up in my room. I wanted to explore some of The Sanctuary." you spoke. "Simon hasn't come back yet and I got bored."
"Simon's watching you?" Dwight laughs. "Usually Negan makes girls watch girls. He's never let a guy watch over a girl before."
For a moment you ponder on what he had told you, but soon realize that Dwight had walked away. "Hey! Come back!"
"Why? My break is over."
"I don't know. You're like the only person here whose talked civilly to me. Negan, Simon, they both like to get attitudes over the most random shit."
"Well if I were you, I'd run along back to my room. I wouldn't want Simon finding me somewhere I wasn't supposed to be."
"What about me?" Simon walked up, entering the conversation with a cheesy grin etched across his lips. He held his belt in his signature fashion while looming above Dwight. You immediately hide behind an enclosure where you're nowhere in sight, but able to barely watch the two. You listen in on the men's discussion.
"I was just talking to a worker on how good of a job you're doing today!" Dwight smiles, taking up for you.
"D. There is no one around to talk to." Simon placed a hand around Dwight's shoulder and got in his face. "Who were ya talking to? Or have you gone bananas and started talking to yourself?"
He gulps in slight fear considering how close Simon is, but before he could muster another word, you accidentally ram a metal object off of a table next to you. Simon turns the corner and locks onto your eyes. You could see the burning fury across his expression due to your disobedience. He grabs your arm and drags you to your room. You have just a second to glimpse at Dwight during the process. He made no effort into looking back at you as you were pulled astray.
***
"I thought I told you to stay in the goddamn room!" yelled Simon.
"I was bored! I couldn't just stay in here all day!" you argue.
"Do you know what could've happened if Negan caught you roaming The Sanctuary by yourself today?"
"What does it matter?"
"Negan is a man who follows strict rules! You are supposed to be bed bound. If he saw you by yourself, my ass would be ironed because I didn't follow his rules of watching you!"
"Then why did you leave in the first place?"
"Because I still had a job to do! You on-the-other-hand were to be in this room. Even Negan knew that. I was on my way back before I ran into you a few minutes ago!"
You remained silent while Simon breathed heavily after his spill of anger. You soon regretted leaving your accommodation once his rage calmed down. You didn't know at the time that your actions could've had consequences. Managing to apologize, you slip back into bed as the sun set and you doze off into a deep slumber.
***
When you woke the next day, you realize that Simon wasn't on the couch like yesterday morning. You laid alone in bed, curled with your knees to your chest, thinking back to last night when you pissed the second-in-command off. The brutal look on his face stuck in your head, knowing you caused his fit of rage.
Though do you really care about it that much? Or does his feelings render nothing more to you than a leaf blown in the wind?
