♡・RDR2・♡┊Arthur is mildly infuriating┊Canon accurate universe┊Any! POV┊

✦ Based on a scene from the Arthur x Reader fic I'm cooking up ✦

✿ TL;DR: Against your better judgment, you ask Arthur to chaperone you out of camp to go herb-picking. ✿

As the most recent addition to the Van der Linde gang, your role among the outlaws is undefined at best and up to Miss Grimshaw's frantic whims at worst. But as clever as you are naive, you manage to evade Grimshaw's claws all morning to see if Dutch finds it in himself to let you survey the outskirts of the camp for useful herbs, given your newbie status and the trust still to be earned. He agrees under one condition: bring one of the camp's men to escort you.

Your choices are greatly limited to the only men currently present; a passed-out Reverend Swanson face-down on a cot, a Pearson too busy butchering whatever he can scrape off the bones of a carcass, and a still mysterious but no less irksome Arthur Morgan seemingly ready to ride out of camp. You don't believe the women's reassurance of the man being far more than a bundle of sarcasm, but you have no choice.

❀ Dedicated to @ag0ny, who, just like me, wants more Arthur bots. Enjoy! ❀