The walking dead game + 400 days Alternate Universe w/Nate, Molly and Russell.
in starbucks au, nate is homeless and lives in his truck. he sits in the starbucks cuz it's warm and smells good, and passes the time harassing the kid who works there because he's bored and a little bit on the lonely side. And Molly is a runaway who's been getting by, by doing the do with some Dr. Logan, but he cuts off their deal and she's left on the streets with no pay. It's snowing and she leans up against some truck's tire to beg, and meets Nate who lets her stay in the truck for the night after leering a lot. And then whenever Molly comes to Starbucks with Nate, she weasels free coffee out of Russ, and they all become awkward friends. One night, they get back late and find Nate's truck got towed off somewhere. It's too cold and snowy to spend the night outside, so they go walking, trying to find where Russ lives. The cold's making them sleepy, so they huddle down in an alley for the night. Russell stops by the alley on his way to work the next morning to tie his shoe and sees them, frozen to death.
fanfiction by visambros:
When they decided to huddle down for the night, Molly thought she would be okay. She was headstrong and stubborn as usual, complaining about how sick she was going to be in the morning and how she was going to kick the ass of whoever took the truck, but she didn't think she was going to die. She was too strong for that, been through far too much for that to happen to her.
Nate knew better. He'd been homeless longer than she had. He'd seen people freeze to death in warmer weather than this. It didn't matter that they managed to find somewhere to keep most of the wind and snow from hitting them; he knew they weren't going to make it through the night.
There was no reason to tell Molly that though. Trembling in each other's hold, Nate talked about how he was going to grope her in her sleep (which earned him a weak punch to the ribs), and how they were going to make Russell feel so guilty that they'd get tons of warm coffee to make up for all this cold, and how he was going to find somewhere else for them to sleep after they finished harassing the kid.
Molly listened and added her own snarky comments, listened and nodded feebly, listened and rested her head in his shoulder. She finally fell asleep, or maybe passed out, before he did. Nate held her tighter and wondered if he would have to feel her chest slowly stop raising and falling against him.
He lost consciousness before that happened.
