#Some barbed wire scarring around her thighs and calves

[oculusxcaro]

Scar map for Khare!

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[a-bottomless-curse]

[legs]

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[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their usual stance, etc.

Kayden’s legs are long and graceful, but toned as well. Years of ballet and then becoming an agile hunter who prefers speed over strength have left her with fairly well defined calves and toned thighs. Her left knee actually has a chip in the bone from when she was a child and fell off of a rocky cliff while exploring the woods surrounding her grandparents house. As a result, she tends to favor her right leg when she’s standing, leaning on it or on her cane, to keep from putting her full weight on her left leg whenever possible. Her gait is ever so slightly lopsided to favor her right side as well.

She’s got a few scars on her legs. There’s a few that are more distinctively related to the hunt (ex. gunshot to the right thigh, scars from a beast on her left calf) as well as some from her childhood and minor accidents (ex. scars around her left ankle from getting her foot caught in barbed wire)

[lotr-stuff-and-imagines-i-guess]

Imagine handing Negan his ass when you meet him and you intrigue him

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Requested: Could you do a TWD imagine where the reader used to be an assassin before the outbreak and she joined Rick’s group and when Negan first shows up she basically hands him his ass and she peaks his interest. Thanks love❤ Tagging @weirdnewbie @salvatorexwinchester  @rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts @soldierplum

You were walking around Alexandria, still getting used to the place. You had walked by the gate when you saw Rosita and Spencer in the car, and Eugene walk up to them when there was a knocking on the gate and a silhoutte of a man. He knocked three times before yelling out, “Little pig, little pig! Let me in!” You raised an eyebrow and went over to open the interior of the gate.

“Who the hell are you?” You ask the man, who you now see, is holding a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He replied, and you notice Rick walk over to you and the man says, “Don’t make me have to ask again.” Rick walked over and opened up the gate. You stared at him while blinking rapidly. All you could think, was what the hell is wrong with him?

The man walked over to you and introduced himself as Negan. You raised your eyebrow again, not impressed at all.

“So. What have you done? Who’s died that was close to you, that caused you to go absolutely mad?” You ask, truely curious. He stared at you as if he wasn’t expecting you to guess any of that. “What? I can see it in your eyes. And the way you carry yourself. You most likely feel responsible for a death of some sort. But your eyes. They tell all.” While you were talking, you only seemed to gaze intently at his eyes. You pitied him slightly, having seen this behaviour long before the outbreak. He merely continued to stare at you before you noticed his movement. He was getting ready to grab the back of your neck and forcefully move you. So when he moved his hand behind your neck, before he got his grip you had moved easily out and behind him and kicked him in the back. He went stumbling forward, obviously shocked, as were the rest of the people standing around. You walked away and went to your house.

Afdter a little while, you heard a gunshot. You immediately rushed over to where you heard it and saw Carl standing there. He held a gun and was pointing it at the men and had been telling them to put half of it back, seeing as they had all of the medicine. Negan ended up going as well and he had said something about how he decided what they would take. You scoffed at that. He looked over to you and asked if there was a problem with that. “Yes, there is a problem with that. I have restrained the urge to kill all of you and your people and torturing you in the most horrible way possible, but i have refrained from doing so. But, you say half our stuff is yours. Well, half that medicine is yours, the other half ours. Same thing with the food, ammo, and guns. Half is yours, half is ours. It’s very simple really.” You say irritated. He glared at you and tried to grab you once again, and again, you moved around him swiftly. You began to walk out because you hate fights in cramped spaces, it always gives them a disadvantage. You liked to be at least a little bit fair in fighting.

You were in the middle of the road when you heard him behind you and he began to attempt to punch you. You dodged each of them and then suddenly you swept him off his feet. You leapt back as he fell, watching him trying to grab at the air where your legs once were. You stood back until he got back up and that is when the fun began. You punched him in the gut then kneed him in the groin. He was doubled over in pain and you mercilessly brought your knee back up to his face and slammed them together. He somehow regained some control by pinning your arms back, but you used your legs and msde to collapse, which gave you the wiggle room to jump away, and then wrapped your thighs around his neck and calves around his torso and brought him down and kept sitting on him. You untangled yourself from him and pulled him up by the scruff of his shirt.

You walked with him and drug him to a wall and slammed his face into it. Once he collapsed, you finally heard the sound of Rick and Carl yelling for someone to stop when another guy, the blond one, come up and put a gun to your temple. You grinned. Slowly you put your hands up and when he lowered his defenses ever so slightly, you struck. You twisted the gun out of his grasp and put i up to his head and ducked down to avoid a woman coming at you, ready to butt her gun against you. You put her in a headlock and threw her away from you like she weighed nothing. Then you set your sights on the blond. You stalked over to him and he only put his hands up in surrender.

You grinned and saw that Negan was staring at you, wide eyed and open mouthed.

“What? Did you not think a girl can be so powerful?” You ask cheekily, watching him gather his senses and him walking over to you.

“No, but how are you so strong, and how can you hide your emotions so well and know how to read others?” He asked, replying to your query.

“Never judge a book by its cover sweetheart. And I was an assassin before all of this. Was taught to mask any and all emotion and trained to search for certain emotions in people. Was my sweet job. But it has come in useful, especially kicking your sorry ass.” You reply, waiting to see shock. No, but what you did see was a slight change in his demeanor. Like he was thinking about something very important. Something that could change many lives. That’s when you saw him begin to threaten all your friends. Trying to force you to submit to him. You laughed.

“Sweetheart, what did I just say? You can’t kill them. Hell, you won’t kill any of them. Because you know, that deep down, I will kill you if you ever do. I will rebel so hard after you, you’ll think that what I did just earlier, was child’s play. I would break your fingers one by one, I would break a good portion of the bones in your body, then let them heal and do it all over again. I would cut into you and scar you. No, you wouldn’t die. You’d merely be something I get to take my rage out on. Something to do to pass the time. So think again before ever pulling another stunt like this one okay?” You say, walking away at the last part. You knew he was staring at you, watching you walk away, astonished at your boldness, and wanting more of it.

Hope you like it! Sorry if any of it wasn’t up to the request!! Let me know what you think of it!