A/N:

Hello!

Yep, I know it's been a long time since I posted. Oh, well.

I didn't have much time to edit, too, because work. But I really wanted to share it with you, so there you go!

It's been two weeks and the Hound didn't forgive me for interfering in the fight with his brother, and I couldn't bring myself to apologies for saving his life. I missed our filthy conversations, but that's fine. I had lively conversations with Joqhu. The type of conversations that ended with me really wanting to slap him in the face.

So I moved to talk to Brienne who, even though we were pretty much safe and pretty much completed the mission, had a sour face. I tried to start with something light.

"So, that Tormund guy was really giving you the eye back in Winterfell." I said lightly. Brienne's expression turned even more sour. Oh, crap.

She pressed her lips. "That red bearded wildling is scaring me with those… looks of his." She said.

"The flirtatious type?" I asked with my eyebrow quirked. "You don't have to pay attention to that. Look how well I ignore Joqhu." I said, ignoring the laughing Dothraki behind me as a demonstration. "If he's not your type, don't sweat it."

"Don't sweat what?" Brienne turned from sour to confused. I snorted in amusement.

"Never mind." I shrugged, thinking of a new subject to talk about. "So how long have you been serving the Stark sisters?"

About that, it seemed, Brienne didn't mind talking. She told me everything-from King Renly's death (that she avenged, by executing Stannis), to Lady Catelyn Stark (I think Jon mentioned once that she was a bitch. But I guess she was a bitch to him because Brienne talked about her as if she was the most inspiring woman she knew) and to how she found Arya, held by the Hound. At that, Clegane snorted. I looked back to him with a smirk, and he still looked pissed. I could see him making an effort not to call me 'cunt'.

"Hey, so you're saying you were actually traveling with Jaime across the country? That must be a whole different awesome story." At that Bienne blushed, but shook the blush quickly away.

"That's when he lost his hand." She said coldly and I swallowed. Not fun, really not fun. I turned my look to Podric.

"So when did you get in the picture?"

Pod looked happy that someone paid him attention. "I was serving Lord Tyrion, actually-"

"Oh, shut up!" I heard someone yell at us from the back. Oh, right. We had Cersei Lannister with us, and the Dothraki also took whoever was left of her servants and maids that I convinced them not to kill, one of them was Qyburn. They all walked except for the pregnant ex-queen, who was laying with her hands and legs tied on a small shaded wagon. One of the Dothraki wanted to slap her, but I raised my hand in a gesture to stop him. Cersei continued. "Shut up. I can't hear you talk anymore! You, and your degusting way of talking, and all of you traitors-"

"Oh, hi Cersei. Didn't see you there." I said and rode back to her wagon. "I heard you like music," I said and reached for a piece of cloth I had in my pocket in case I need to wipe my face.

"I never said that, you peasant Dothraki whore!" I took the cloth and jumped from Diana to Cersei's wagon. Joqhu smiled at me with a mischievous and understanding look in his eyes, like he knew what I was planning. I crumpled the cloth and shoved it in her mouth so she'll shut the fuck up. Every few hours she was complaining and cursing us all until her throat dried out and I just didn't feel like hearing any of that anymore.

"Here's a song for you, your majesty. Straight from some of the greatest singers in America," I got off the wagon and climbed back on Diana. "by the great band of musicians, 'Sesame Street'," I took an over exaggerated breath, and started to sing-shout with my best Cookie Monster impression;

"C is for cookie, it's good enough for me! C is for cookie, it's good enough for me! C is for Cookie, it's good enough for me! Oh! Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C!"

Cersei wiggled in her wagon and then just turned her back to me, frustrated. I smiled smugly like the evil person I am, and went back to the conversation with Pod.

We skipped King's Landing, because Brienne said we will probably have to fight the smallfolk who'll want to lynch Cersei. The commoners in King's Landing hated Cersei more than any other commoner in the whole kingdom.

So we got our supplies in High Garden and headed west. Since leaving High Garden, Cersei had a bag on her head. I thought she was harmless, but Brienne told me the people in the west might recognize her, since House Lannister's seat was there, and her father was the last warden in the west. Cersei wasn't wearing her black dress and silver crown anymore-we changed her into plain clothes.

Another reason to make her hate us.

"How long is it going to be to get to Winterfell?" I asked Brienne as we set up a camp for the night.

"Assuming everything will go smoothly like it did for the first fortnight, I believe it will be at least a month and a fortnight to get there." She was busy making a fire before it will get dark.

"Urrgh." I grunted, annoyed. By the looks of Cersei, she'll be well into her ninth month when we get there and if she'll give birth in a secluded place like the north… what am I going to do with the baby? Give it to some fucking wolf to raise him as the white version of Mowgli?

Brienne looked annoyed with me. "We're moving as fast as we can, Andie."

I scratched my head and felt like a spoiled entitled brat. "You're right, I'm sorry." I said as my shoulders slumped. "I'm used to a much faster pace."

Later that night I asked Joqhu to teach me the Dothraki way of shooting arrows. He had a giant bow' and it was three quarters of my height, made of a black material he said was a dragon's bone. It was too extravagant for me, and also super heavy and fucking big, but he also had a smaller bow made out of white wood I could use for my practice.

I showed him the stance I learned from Arya, and he snorted.

"No, no, no. You learned from one of them, didn't you?"

"She's a good fighter." I defended Arya's honor.

"And a stuck in the ground archer. You can't stand like that or hold the bow like that is you want to fight!" Joqhu stood next to me with his massive bow held in one hand. "You must be light, to be able to shoot while fighting, whether your enemy is a mile away or less than a foot with a knife in his hand, you must be ready. Like you are with those iron toys of yours."

I looked at how he stood, and where and how he was holding his spare arrows. It was nothing like Arya taught me and nothing like I remember from the movies, but the Hound told me the Dothraki are the best archers he ever saw, and I believe him. I guess being a good archer is not just about hitting a target from a safe distance, just like being a good shooter.

We were finally at the southern part of the north. That was when I understood the archery style Joqhu tried to each me. We were practicing every other night, sometimes in our lunch breaks. I could never be as good as him-it takes a lot of practice. He was shooting while standing on his galloping horse's back. And he hit the fucking target. It looked like it took as much effort as it will to take a walk on a nice afternoon.

I could do the same with a gun, but not with a bow an arrow. I could hit targets while running, but they were never clean shots. It was frustrating, but at least it worked to some degree.

"Two weeks for Winterfell." I said with a smile while plucking the arrows out of the target. "I don't know if I should be happy or terrified about it."

Joqhu shrugged, "Why should you be terrified? Dying in a war for the Khaleesi is honorable."

I glowered to him and pressed my lips. I wasn't planning on dying for anyone. Maybe if I'll die while saving humanity it will be worth it. But hey! I'm young! I'm going to have my twenty second birthday in a few months. I'm practically a baby. "I never met those zombies. I don't know what to expect." I said.

Joqhu reached above my head to get an arrow I wasn't high enough to get. "They're just ugly half dead men and women with blue eyes and hunger for death."

"Oh, that makes me feel so fucking better."

Joqhu snorted and handed me the arrow. "You can not be a coward if you swore fir the Khaleesi."

"I'm not a coward," I snatched the arrow out of his hand, "I'm being realistic."

I walked away in a very grumpy mood. I don't get this whole blind loyalty and wanting to die for a noble cause. It's so infuriating how people here see their own lives as cheap.

I walked to my tent when I heard, "You don't want to die for her, do you?" I turned to look for the person who talked. Cersei was sprawled on the ground near her tent. She was tied to a tree with a chain, just like every other captive, but she was separate and had better accommodations. The others had only woolen blankets to keep the, warm. The reasons she had better travel and resting conditions were me insisting that we can't treat pregnant women like that, and also the fact that we wanted to bring her alive to Winterfell.

"What?" I asked, squinting my eyes to her, "You want me to sing you another song, Cersei? I'd love so sing you a classic Britney Spears song."

"I was saying you're not loyal to your queen. I heard you talk with that barbarian that has his eyes for you. I am also counting the days until he'll rape you." She almost spat the word 'rape'. I clenched my jaw and turned to walk away, not even trying to defend my friend and archery teacher or my loyalty to anyone. I'm not even going to entertain her with a Britney Spears song.

Cersei was laughing almost maniacally behind me. "All of that noble talk of her, and she's going to murder a pregnant woman. If I'll give birth before we reach that wretched place the Starks call home, the whore will feed my child to one of her ugly beasts."

I sighed and turned around to face her again. "You're going to die. But I am not going to let anyone hurt an innocent baby." I said in determination.

"What will you get out of-"

"I'm not doing it for you. Not even for Jaime, or for Tyrion who asked me for help." She looked surprised when I mentioned both of her brothers, "I'm going to do it because I won't be able to live with myself if I won't. Now go to bed."

/Jon/

Jon looked at the map before him, Davos to his right, as Jaime Lannister placed the small figurines on the table.

"How many have we lost?" Jon asked. Lannister sighed and shook his head.

"In the battle or in the war?" He asked, but didn't wait for Jon to answer. "We lost about a thousand in the last battle in the east. In the whole war… too many."

Jon turned around from the table. He couldn't face his and Daenerys's generals right now. He needed a moment to himself, even if it's short.

On the map behind him, there were many figurines-dragons, wolves, and lions were crammed together in Winterfell. The rest were white figurines with bright blue eyes, and they were everywhere. North, west, and now east. White Harbor was taken. It was clearer and clearer to Jon that the Walkers had some kind of strategy, and that they weren't just going to attack the, in a one directional wave of dead men. They were blocking his way, and now Jon knew they made their way south.

They were closing in, and they'll take Winterfell and then keep moving south to King's Landing… Or maybe they won't. The swamps at the neck might slow them… They'll have to destroy the Twins to make sure the wights will not cross that bridge.

"Any sight of Visserion?" Daenerys asked.

"No, your grace." A general said. "We didn't see the Night King himself either."

Jon turned back to face the rest and saw Daenerys looked tired, and frustrated, and didn't have much to say. "We have to keep trying." Jon said. "I will lead a force south-east. We need to make sure that if the enemy is going to close on south, the Twins's bridge will fall and slow them down on their way to the rest of the kingdom."

Daenerys looked like she wanted to protest, but swallowed her words. She knew, just like Jon did, that being selfish will not help them save anyone. They had to risk their lives. Both of their lives. Even their child… as much as it pained Jon to think about it.

It wasn't a secret anymore that Daenerys was pregnant, and it wasn't a secret Jon was the father. Her belly was round and heavy and she walked funny sometimes. The dragons and Ghost became extra protective over her.

She laid a hand on her belly, "Sir Jaime," she said, "I shall join you with my forces to fight in the east. We have to break their forces there. I will leave Reaghal to protect Winterfell behind."

Jaime had his hand on his sword as usual and looked at the map, "Your grace, I think we will need both Dragons to defeat the amount of-"

"Winterfell must be protected." Jon cut in. Jaime gave him an annoyed look, but said nothing, so Jon continued. "I saw the army of the dead myself, I know what you saw in the east. I wish we could attack with full force, but they spread around us and we do not know from where they will attack. We do not know where the Night King is, or where…" He glanced to Daenerys, "Where the dragon is as well. If he could break down a part of the Wall, Winterfell will be nothing for him."

Jaime nodded in understanding. They moved on different subjects. No ravens from Andie-they heard from her a week ago when she crossed the neck. Cersei was still alive, and still pregnant.

They're in the south, the thought stroke Jon suddenly. The Army of the Dead is closing in on them.

It was cold. It was snowy. My blood almost froze, but it didn't matter.

Winterfell was only two hours away.

I was happier than I've been in a long time. I missed the faces, I missed the warm meals, the warm bed-and, well, I missed Jon. And Ghost. And Arya. And Tormund.

Holly shit, I made a lot of friends here.

We passed a deserted village when Cersei started to cry in agony. The Dothraki tried to shoosh her, but she grunted. "You!" She called out to me. "Tell your barbaric friends to stop. I-urghh-I need to lay down somewhere safe."

I looked back at her in the wagon. She kept moaning in pain, restless. Shit, she can't be serious, right? Now? Now of all times?

"Just do it in there." I tried to offer.

"Are you that thick tat you can't understand he will die in that cold?!" Cersei screamed at me.

I exchanged looks with Brienne and the Hound, who was still not really talking to me, but it didn't matter. I needed his opinion. Joqhu, of course, looked like he couldn't care less about the Mad Queen. Clegane rolled his eyes and brought his horse to a stop.

"Let's get into one of those houses and light a fire. I hope the bitch will pop that creature out of her cunt fast."

I sighed in relief that he was on my side, even without talking. I knew we're almost at Winterfell-but Cersei and her baby might die on the way.

I didn't want innocent blood on my hands, even if it's not directly my fault. I knew it's something I can prevent. And maybe if Daenerys will face a living baby, she won't be able to do anything to it. Maybe that's what going to remind her of her compassion.

Cersei was grunting a moaning for thirty minutes now and her water didn't even break.

I don't even know how to help. I tried to bring her water, I tried to encourage her-and she looked like she wanted to bite me in response, so I shut up.

Something didn't feel right, but I never witnessed the…. Miracle of birth before. I didn't know how it works.

Joqhu was agitated, his hands crossed over his chest and his foot jumped. "We need to go." He said.

"It's fine, relax." I said, but didn't really believe my own words. The I smirked up to him, "Are you scared, Joqhu?"

He looked even more annoyed. "There's a difference between being a coward and smart. It's not right."

Brienne was cleaning her sword at the corner, and stood up. "I'm with the Dothraki. Something doesn't feel right."

The Hound stood up as well and looked out of the window. "They're right, Andie," He said my name the first time in a long while, "Something doesn't feel right."

"But…" I tried to defend my case even though I knew it was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. Then. I started to hear something… Something was coming.

What I didn't notice while we were talking, was that Cersei was quiet. She looked completely calm next to the fire. Like she wasn't in crazy pain.

That fucking bitch. She lied to me! That fucking, mad, evil-

"Andie, we have to go!" Brienne shouted as she looked out of the window, A terrified expression was on her face. "We have to go, now!"

I didn't even… think at that moment. Cersei was having that cruel smug expression on her face from across the room. I don't know if she knew that's going to happen, but she definitely hoped it will.

I walked over to her with clenched fists, my knuckles probably turned white under the gloves. "Why?" I asked, "Why?! You… you…"

"Andie, shut up and get on your horse!" The Hound shouted at me and grabbed me away. Joqhu lifted Cersei in his arms and Brienne was already out with the rest of the warriors.

Cersei was laughing. "You all will die with me, savages!" She Screamed.

The sound, that weird scary sound from the distance became louder as we mounted the horses. We didn't even take the rest of the prisoners, and the horses bolted north.

I could barely change the bullets in my guns to the dragonglass ones when the roaring sound of thousand running feet became clearer in my ears.

I looked back, and then I saw them.

You know how disgusting and terrifying zombies are in movies with good make up department?

So take that and double it, twice.

They smelled bad even though they were far away and frozen, kinda. They ran in a wave of bones and torn flesh and rotten clothes and chattering teeth. Some had weapons, some had nothing but bones, and those bright blue eyes-crazy, scary unnatural eyes,

My heart was racing when I saw some of them were riding horses as well. Dead horses.

And they were closing in on us, as Cersei couldn't contain her crazy laugh.

We have to make. We have to.

And then our first man was taken down and a pile of dead ice zombies were piling on him and his horse. My breath stopped in my throat and I tried to clear my mind.

Then I started shooting. Joqhu was shooting his dragonglass arrows as well, and Brienne was slashing with her Valyrian steel sword at them. The Hound was cutting and killing as well, and everyone was putting their best efforts in the fight. But it won't help. There were too many of them. It seemed like an endless wave, and I didn't know if we were going to make it at all when our fifth gut was dragged off his horse into the madness.

I felt a boney hand clutch around my ankle and the panic almost made me freeze, but Joqhu shot and arrow at the wight that tried to attack me.

They were everywhere and our horses were frightened, and did tried to run through the sea of bones. I saw one of them grab Pod, and shot the dead man in the head. Podrick only had one moment to breath in relief when other two wights grabbed his hand and he fell off his horse.

"Podrick!" I yelled in panic. "No!" Fuck, that kid-well he wasn't too young from me but still-that kid just… he just…

Brienne looked awful. She had scratched on her face and her horse was bleeding. I could see she was fighting back the tears as well.

I couldn't even take the time to cry. I shot two dead zombies that climbed on the back of Diana, that was crying in terror. Then, I shot to the side to take down a zombie that attacked another one of out group. Then tried to help the Hound. Everything felt like a storm-it was hard to understand what was going on around us. It was horrifying when Podrick tried to stab Brienne's leg-now as a dead soldier. She had to put her sword through his head.

We did make some progress in Winterfell's direction, but is it even a good idea to bring all of those wights with us?

/Jon/

They were getting ready to go. Jon south, Daenerys east, and Sansa and Arya would stay behind to take care of Winterfell with Davos.

Jon stood on the wall and looked south. Daenerys stood beside him, then shifted closer to the edge.

"Do you see it?"

Jon squinted his eyes, and saw something too. It looked like a wave of snow… like…

"Fuck." Was all he could say. "We have to go, Daenerys. We might be late but…"

Daenerys let out a small breath. "Jon, I know-"

But he didn't really hear her. "We know what it is out there! Andie could be there, we have to go!"

Daenerys pressed her lips and gave him a small nod. Jon was running down and called all the warriors he could think of. Most of the army was already ready to go.

Above him, he saw the dragons in the air.

Please don't have blue eyes when I see you. Please be safe.

We managed to put some distance between us and the wights-it was only me, the Hound, Brienne, Joqhu and Cersei on his horse that was left.

Joqhu was in the lead and me behind him.

Then, I heard something else. Something that came from north. Something that came from the sky.

The dragons dove low when they passed us and shot fire at the wights. Daenerys was burning the wights behind, but they were still running towards us like crazy.

I was still shooting as best as I could, and some of the zombies caught up with us again, even thought there were less of them. I didn't even have the time to look at the dragons in awe, because a few minutes after that-while again in a sea of wights, I saw a big group of mounted soldiers-human soldier riding towards us.

I want to tell you I felt relief. I didn't. I felt guilty.

And I didn't even have to time for that. I was trying to count how many bullets I've had left-not too many.

I looed at Joqhu, who was shooting and ran out of arrows. He was using his dragonglass knife. I glanced at Cersei, who looked frightened like all of us, but there was still something cold in he eyes. Her hands weren't tied… and she moved to fast. I could only shout for Joqhu, but he didn't hear me when Cersei Lannister took a steel knife out of his belt and stabbed his back. It didn't kill him, but the pain and the surprise were enough to startle him. In that moment, less than a second, the wights grabbed him off of his horse. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shoot Cersei, I wanted to have a fucking nuclear bomb to drop om that whole mess-but after a second, they grabbed Cersei as well, and the horse, too.

No, no, no. no. One part of me was getting into a manic grief. Stay focused, Andie. You can't lose yourself now.

So I shot wights again. I shot the living dead Joqhu, and then our soldiers arrived to the battle as well. I felt the tears roll on my cheeks, but I couldn't let myself break down.

I had some bullets left, but I needed to keep them, so I took the knives out of my boots and slashed and stabbed as best as I could.

I saw Jon, too. He was on the ground with Longclaw in his hands and killed in the fastest pace I saw anyone kill with a sword.

There were less of them, finally. Our soldier killed and burned and the dragons helped us from the skies. We held them off, and I started to feel more confident. I ignored the loss, for now.

And then I was knocked off Diana by a wight that jumped on me. This one didn't have a weapon, but its long boney fingers were digging into my calf and his teeth were sharp, and I felt myself scream. I took my knife and stabbed his skull. He let go at once, but I couldn't take the knife out of the damn thing.

I was limping, but still shot and killed as much as I could. In the distance I heard a wolf howl-and hoped Ghost is killing and not getting killed.

I tried to run to the general direction of Winterfell, but my leg killed me. I could feel it bleed, and the pain shot up al the way to my spine. No modern medicine to help me with that, the short thought passed my mind as another wight jumped and knocked me to the ground, with my face in the snow.

Snow might look fluffy. It's not fluffy when you fall face first into it with a skeletal zombie with a fucking spear in his hands on your back.

I tried to raised and pushed with my hands, but he was surprisingly heavy. My heart was beating in a crazy pace when I realized it could be the end of me. I felt a stab in my back, and prayed to every god I knew-from Earth, from Westeros, from pop culture-that It didn't puncture my lung or my heart, because here they can't help me with it. I didn't know how badly I was hit, because everything hurt. I was ready for another blow. Please kill me if I'm going to turn into a mindless zombie.

But the knees that were digging into my back were gone. Jon? I was thinking in a haze when someone picked me up in their hands. I blinked the foggy feeling away and looked up at the sky. Then to my side.

It can' be Jon, that person is too high. I was thinking and looked up again to the blurry face that started to clear.

The Hound's scarred face hovered above me and he was running through the mass of fighting humans and zombies. I got a glimpse at Brienne on a horse, killing a wight that almost had Jaime Lannister-he's here too? Just promise me you won't die too, ok?

The Hound grunted and stopped near a horse. I looked up and couldn't really see what was happening, but I felt he was passing me up to someone that sat on that horse.

"Take her to Winterfell, now!" The Hound was heaving.

I blinked up, and felt the familiar hands hold me safely on the horse. Now that was Jon… when did he have to time to go on the horse? I have no fucking idea. I think I missed a big chunk of everything.

"Clegane-climb up." Jon said in a voice that sounded from a distance and not inches away.

"The horse will be too slow. Go. You, and everyone else that was lucky enough to keep their own horses. I'll try to make it."

"That's your horse, I can't leave you beh-"

"Get Andie to a fucking maester!"

Then something cleared in my head. The pain was almost gone with a rush of adrenalin.

"No, no. Don't stay." I mumbled. I felt something shift, and then some wind and I knew we were on the move.

"No!" I yelled. "Don't leave him behind!" I straightened my back, taking short breaths. "Jon, turn back, turn back!"

Only now I had a good look on his face-he had a cut on his hairline that dripped blood all over his face, and his hair was wet with sweat. Jon didn't listen to me, he focused on riding with every other living human. I looked down to my hand and they were bloody as well-I didn't know if it was my blood or his or somebody else's. "Jon, please!" I felt the tears roll. "Please stop, he saved me I have to help. Sandor!"

But I knew, and Jon knew, that it's not going to happen. Going back there will be the dumbest thing anyone can do.

With a big breath, I grabbed one of my guns, feeling a sharp pain in my back.

"What are you doing. Andie?" Jon shouted through the wind. I ignored him and tired to turn around in my place. I was sitting in front of Jon who was half supporting me, half holding the harnesses and encouraging the horse to ride faster. I turned myself in his direction, but it wasn't his pretty-boy face I was looking at. I looked over his shoulders and saw the wights stand in line in the ashes and mud as flames separated us from them. But I could still see pretty well-and one of them who was standing n line was higher than the rest.

"You can't help him now, Andie." I heard Jon's low voice near my ear.

I swallowed some tears away and looked at the Hound's scarred face and shaggy beard, and his now glowing, bright blue eyes.

And before I got dizzy again and everything turned black, I made a shot to his head.

"Yes," I said and my head became heavy as I laid it on Jon's shoulder, "I can."

A/N:

Hey! Hoped you liked that one. It took me a long time to write even though I really wanted to.

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