— Late 2018

you were the eldest child of jeffrey dean morgan and hilarie burton-morgan. you were 16 years old. rockstar. rock guitarist.

jeffrey was an actor, a famous actor, most known for his role of negan smith in the walking dead; but he had lots of other roles aswell, like, john winchester, ike evans, max from ‘the resident’, etc.

his wife, hilarie, who was your mother took equally similar measures. she was an actress aswell. she was a ‘fun mom’, you could describe it as. sometimes, she would also post you on her instagram. the same was for jeffrey, he would do the same sometimes.

jeffrey and hilarie owned a large property to raise you and your two other siblings. your younger brother, you, and younger sister.

it was a 100-acre working farm in ‘dutchess county’, new york, where y’all live a rural life, contrasting with their hollywood lifestyle. it was a farm with many animals. such as chickens, alpacas, donkeys, etc.

and currently.

it had been midnight. literally.

jeffrey had woken for some reason he couldn’t explain himself. hilarie had still been asleep in the bedroom with george. george herself had been tired, curled up against hilarie after a crying breakdown.

gus was asleep in his own room. you?

jeffrey had thought you were asleep yourself. he had walked in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. glasses perched lazily on his nose, slightly unkempt appearance. he wore a black tee that was loose on his slim frame with black jeans that slightly sagged due to the lack of belt.

the distant sound of awake animals from the farm were faint but heard if you paid attention. most of them were probably in the coop if they were chickens or paddock if it was something else like the alpacas or donkeys.

then, he heard footsteps. At first, he could’ve guessed it was gus. then he turned and his eyes wandered down to catch the silhouette in the moonlight. and he saw..

you.