#TWD 9x12

[capitainerowen]

ah les chuchoteurs, c'est vraiment pas fou, on va pas se mentir

on les a vus que quelques épisodes seulement et ils sont déjà en conflits les uns avec les autres

après, c'est vrai qu'au moins, c'est pas comme les autres ennemis dont les patrons étaient les boss absolus sans remise en question, là y'a remise en question... elle est juste pas écoutée

[wolfish-nightmares]

Game of Survival

Pairings: The Group x fem!reader

Era: Season 1-11

Warnings: TWD gore and violence. Bad language. 18+

Category: Fluff. Angst.

Word Count:

Summary: With no other choice, you must learn to play this new game of survival. 

Prologue

Season 1: 

1x1 - Days Gone Bye 1x3 - Tell It to the Frogs 1x4 - Vatos 1x5 - Wildfire 1x6 - TS-19

Season 2:

2x1 - What Lies Ahead 2x2 - Bloodletting  2x3 - Save the Last One 2x4 - Cherokee Rose 2x5 - Chupacabra  2x6 - Secrets 2x7 - Pretty Much 2x8 - Nebraska 2x9 - Triggerfinger  2x10 - 18 Miles Out 2x11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner  2x12 - Better Angels 2x13 - Beside the Dying Fire 

Season 3: 

3x1 - Seed 3x2 - Sick 3x3 - Walk With Me 3x4 - Killer Within 3x5 - Say the Word  3x6 - Hounded  3x7 - When the Dead Come Knocking 3x8 - Made to Suffer  3x9 - The Suicide King 3x10 - Home 3x11 - I Ain’t Judas 3x12 - Clear 3x13 - Arrow on the Doorpost 3x14 - Prey 3x15 - This Sorrowful Life 3x16 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season: 4

4x1 - 30 Days Without an Accident 4x2 - Infected 4x3 - Isolation 4x4 - Indifference  4x5 - Internment 4x6 - Live Bait 4x7 - Dead Weight 4x8 - Too Far Gone 4x9 - After 4x10 - Inmates 4x11 - Claimed 4x12 - Still 4x13 - Alone 4x14 - The Grove 4x15 - Us 4x16 - A

Season 5: 

5x1 - No Sanctuary  5x2 - Strangers 5x3 - Four Walls and a Roof 5x4 - Slabtown 5x6 - Self Help 5x7 - Consumed 5x8 - Coda 5x9 - What Happened and What’s Going On 5x10 - Them 5x11 - The Distance  5x12 - Remember  5x13 - Forget 5x14 - Spend 5x15 - Try 5x16 - Conquer 

Season 6: 

6x1 - First Time Again  6x2 - JSS 6x3 - Thank You 6x4 - Here’s Not Here 6x5 - Now 6x6 - Always Accountable  6x7 - Heads Up 6x8 - Start to FInish 6x9 - No Way Out 6x10 - The Next World 6x11 - Knots Untie 6x12 - Not Tomorrow Yet 6x13- The Same Boat 6x14 - Twice As Far 6x15 - East  6x16 - Last Day on Earth 

Season 7: 

7x1 - The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be 7x2 - The Well 7x3 - The Cell 7x4 - Service 7x5 - Go Getter  7x6 - Swear 7x7 - Sing Me a Song 7x8 - Hearts Still Beating 7x9 - Rock in the Road 7x10 - New Best Friends 7x11 - Hostiles and Calamities  7x12 - Say Yes 7x13 - Bury Me Here 7x14 - The Other Side  7x15 - Something They Need 7x16 - The First Day of the Rest of Your Life 

Season 8: 

8x1 - Mercy 8x2 - The Damned  8x3 - Monsters 8x4 - Some Guy  8x5 - The Big Scary U 8x6 - The King, the Widow, and Rick 8x7 - Time for After  8x8 - How It’s Gotta Be 8x9 - Honor 8x10 - The Lost and the Plunderers  8x11 - Dead or Alive Or 8x12 - The Key 8x13 - Do Not Send Us Astray  8x14 - Still Gotta Mean Something 8x15 - Worth  8x16 - Wrath

Season 9: 

9x1 - A New Beginning 9x2 - The Bridge 9x3 - Warning Signs 9x4 - The Obliged 9x5 - What Comes After 9x6 - Who Are You Now? 9x7 - Stradivarius 9x8 - Evolution 9x9 - Adaptation 9x10 - Omega 9x11 - Bounty 9x12 - Guardians 9x13 - Chokepoint 9x14 - Scars 9x15 - The Calm Before 9x16 - The Storm

Season 10: 

10x0 - Holiday Special 10x1 - Lines We Cross 10x2 - We Are the End of the World 10x3 - Ghost 10x4 - Silence the Whisperers 10x5 - What It Always Is 10x6 - Bonds 10x7 - Open Your Eyes 10x8 - The World Before 10x9 - Squeeze 10x10 - Stalker 10x11 - Morning Star 10x12 - Walk with Us 10x13 - What We Become 10x14 - Look at the Flowers 10x15 - The Tower 10x16 - A Certain Doom 10x17 - Home Sweet Home 10x18 - Find Me 10x19 - One More 10x20 - Splinter 10x21 - Diverged 10x22 - Here's Negan

Season 11: 

11x1 - Acheron: Part 1 11x2 - Acheron: Part 2 11x3 - Hunted 11x4 - Rendition 11x5 - Out of the Ashes 11x6 - On the Inside 11x7 - Promises Broken 11x8 - For Blood 11x9 - No Other Way 11x10 - New Haunts 11x11 - Rogue Element 11x12 - The Lucky Ones 11x13 - Warlords 11x14 - The Rotten Core 11x15 - Trust 11x16 - Acts of God 11x17 - Lockdown 11x18 - A New Deal 11x19 - Variant 11x20 - What's Been Lost 11x21 - Outpost 22

[strangertones]

9.12 - Guardians || 10.04 - Silence the Whisperers

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

TWD ~ Negan Imagine - “Guardians”

Summary: After Michonne’s headiness and plans for closing Negan’s cell windows provokes a frustrating fight between her and the reader, Negan steps in to cheer his girl up the last part / all other previous parts (None of the previous parts have to be read to understand the plot!)

Voices echoed through the tall hall of the church, angry voices stuck in a thick discussion. You were part of it too, had been to be more exact until a few minutes ago, you were tired of it by now, frustrated even more.  It was only a half day ago that Negan had returned to the cell, not more than an hour or two ago since Michonne and the others had returned from the Hilltop with devastating and chilling news. Jesus was dead, killed by a new emerged threat, a group that was walking disguised as the dead within them, killing everything that was coming into their way. Michonne and the rest had managed to catch one of them on the day after, the daughter of their leader who was now caged up in the one of the Hilltop’s cells, waiting for what else was to come. The Hilltop wasn’t the only community that was struggling, the Kingdom was too, but not with the living dead, but their supplies. Their fair should save them, bring them back into the game but as always, Michonne had disagreed to let Alexandria participate, not even after a second plea of Carol. And this wasn’t everything that had prattled down on you just a little while ago, Rosita was fine again, but pregnant and not from Gabriel but Siddiq, after a short and unmeaningly affair before Rosita’s relationship with the priest had even begun. The whole mood in the council’s meeting room was already tense, but putting these two men in here didn’t add up to a better atmosphere. The cherry on the top really was Michonne right now, her repeating lecture on safety concerns that was slowly but surely cutting Alexandria off of every other community, fueling your frustration. It was the same damn thing every time, about every little thing. No matter what the council decided, Michonne did in the very end what she wanted, almost as if the council only existed anymore to make it seem like she wasn’t the only source of power in Alexandria. It was nerve-recking, especially after you had fought for their trust and a place on the council for so long, a council that now didn’t seem to even exist anymore. You had often discussed with her about this, just like the others, but today you were zooming out, trying to process the everything that was happening around you, including Negan’s return to the cell. You’d been there when the door had fallen into the lock again, watching as he laid the new leather jacket next to the bed and slipped back into the prisoner’s clothes and you’d lie if you’d say your heart hadn’t been caught up in a row of stings. Negan seemed fine with it, more than you had ever thought, but you kept seeing him before your inner eye. In the woods, in freedom, with his arms wrapped around you and your head buried into the soft leather that gave you flashbacks to the time before the prison. You wanted him here with you in Alexandria, but you wanted him to be a free walking men as well, and those two components didn’t fit well, at least not to everybody but you and him. A thick sigh left your lips as you leaned yourself against one of the church’s benches while another row of voices echoed through the hall, strong enough to catch your attention this time.  “What does is mean for Alexandria to survive if it means that the Kingdom falls?”, Siddiq asked, stepping closer towards Michonne, his eyes filled with disbelieve as nothing more than coldness pressed in over Michonne’s face. “It means, Alexandria survives.” And with these words she shot him any even icier glare, holding his glance for a couple more seconds before breaking it off and pushing herself past the table the others were surrounding. She was rushing as fast out as always after such discussions, leaving a tension in the room that you could almost cut with a knife. “Great”, you heard Gabriel scoff, propping himself with his hands onto the table while he squeezed his eyes shut in frustration.  “We should go back to work, we can’t do anything more for the moment”, you heard Laura say as you pushed yourself away from the bench’s backrest and glanced at Siddiq who was still standing right where Michonne had left him, before he forced himself out of his trance and nodded slowly. “Yeah”, he grumbled, the annoyance clearly stuck in his voice before he let a sigh fall from his lips and glanced at you, “Lets get back to the infirmary, at least what we’re doing there is useful.”

The sun was already beginning to vanish behind the skyline of Alexandria’s walls and the tall trees behind them as you slipped your arms through the sleeves of your jacket, ready to leave the house after taking a hot shower that had washed a little bit of the load of stress the day had put on your shoulders until you had finished work a half hour ago. A uncomfortable tension had laid over the infirmary all day, fueled by Siddiq’s frustration because of Michonne’s decisions, paired with the Rosita drama that wasn’t much of a good mix and you were everything else than cheerful after this morning’s meeting as well. You had never thought you would say so, but by now, you were glad that Michonne had moved out of the house and into one of the townhouses. The reasons back then had nothing to do with the situation now, instead her decision had been urged by the pain Rick’s death had forced up, leaving stains all over the house as well as it had been supported by the more fitting rooms for the kids in the townhouse, still you were unfortunately glad about it now. You tried to shake the thoughts about Michonne off, letting a relieved sigh out as you now felt the smooth leather hugging your body, rising your anticipation to come back to Negan as you walked into the hallway, ready to finally leave. You were already swinging in a more comfortable mood before the door suddenly flew open, squeaking in protest as it arched by the power the push had forced on it. Your eyes widened immediately as your gaze glued to the entrance, catching the woman who was standing in the doorframe, furiousness in her eyes, brows puckered in anger and a chest that was rising and falling harshly. “You’ve been talking to him?”, Michonne hissed as she stepped into the house, rising the confusion within you as she threw the door back into its lock. “What?”, you asked, watching as she moved closer and let out a bittersweet huff. “You’ve been talking to Negan about the council?”, she growled, shooting you a dangerous glare, “Bad enough that he’s eavesdropping on us but that you slip him intel-” “I’m not slipping him intel”, you cut her immediately off, feeling how the frustration of this midday was boiling up again within you, mixing with new ones fueled by her accusation,”I’m talking to him, did you expect anything else?” “I expected you to be responsible”, she growled, her eyes narrowing in even more anger, the very same one that began to grow in you as well. “I am”, you quickly and firmly retorted before she could throw anything else at you ,”He isn’t doing any harm. Think he’s proven that enough.” “Oh so you two agreed in advance about what to say?”, she snapped as you just stared in utter confusion at her that drowned the frustration for a tiny moment. “Your boyfriend just told me to trust him a little more. Even let him be an advisor in matters of leader decisions”, she hissed with another bittersweet chuckle, as if she had talked to someone out of his mind. “Michonne-” “I don’t wanna hear it, (Y/N). I’m closing his windows and I strongly advise you to not talk to him about anything concerning the council anymore”, she cut you off in the matter of a millisecond, leaving you to process what she had just said that made you snap out of the frustration that had whirled back through you, and instead filled you with shock. “You’re closing his windows? Michonne you can’t do that”,you said, the bitterness gone out of your voice and replaced with instant worry about Negan ,”It’s his only way to get some of the world outside that cellar.” For a moment, you forgot her as fear flooded your veins. He already once had nothing but the cellar, he had once been completely cut off and you had seen to what that had pushed him. Shit, you had seen him on the edge of losing himself.  What if taking the window away, the interactions with Judith, simply hearing other people’s voices and having day light, what if that would urge him to fall back into a hole again, or to at least make him tangle on its edge? “Well that’s the plan”,Michonne brought you back to reality, befuddling you even more with her icy coldness, “He is a threat.” “He’s not he-” “He’s a monster, nothing else. In case I need to remind you again he killed two of our friends. He took Glenn’s chance to be a father”, she growled and with that, she shifted a switch within you. You’ve had to hear these things over and over again over all these years until it seemed like a record that played on endless loop, all while the people who called him a monster had done just as monstrous things, with the only difference that they were now playing the innocent lambs. “And Rick didn’t? From Gracie’s dad by massacring him? We didn’t kill a whole fucking outpost?!”, it suddenly shot out of you, anger raging in your voice as you passed past the points of keeping your calm. You weren’t one of the people to go off by the littlest inconvenience, but this was too much by now. Too much frustration, too much anger, too much injustice and hypocrisy. “Don’t take his name-“ “What? Cause it’s the truth?!”, you snapped before she could yell further at you and forbid you to speak. Rick was a risky topic, but she wasn’t taking a single fuck about your feelings, about your issues no matter if they were of personal matter or about her leading style, so why should you? Why should you if those things she was saying were turning things upside down, pushing them to let them shine in false light just because she liked it that way. “I’m so fucking tired of you all being huge fucking hypocrites acting as if you’re saints and he’s the devil. you’re judging with double standards”, you hissed, trying to not turn your voice into a shrill yell while the frustration you had build up was pushing further and further in on you,”He’s done fucked up stuff but so have we, so have you. He’s been for seven and a half years in there, if we’re going by your logic we all would need to be locked up” Your breaths were heavy and harsh, almost as if they were cutting cracks into your throat, but you didn’t care. This goddamn injustice was going on and on for years now, sentencing him to a whole life in prison while she wasn’t an ounce better and was allowed to live her life freely, as if she hadn’t massacred people without the bat of an eyelid. You had all done the most terrible things to survive, but only for him it got turned into the most horrible deed a human being could do. “Careful”, she warned you, stepping closer as her eyes bored into yours. “So this is gonna be like always, huh? Someone has another opinion and you shut it down, no matter what”, pure frustration was speaking out of you, calmer now but still firm, fueled by the discussion from earlier. She huffed, shaking her head before her eyes arrowed once more dangerously. “Do you really want to test me?”, she asked, a just as dangerous calmness spread over her face,”I can take your privileges of seeing him, just like that.” For a moment, you just stared at her in disbelief, shocked by the person in front of you that didn’t seem at all like the friend you once had, and pushed into more fear of actually having to fight for seeing Negan. “You can’t-“ “Yes I can”, she cut you off, glaring at you before she took a step closer to you, her voice dangerously calm,”And you know what I’ll do too? I’m excluding you of the council. You’re endangering us by slipping a prisoner intel.” For a second, you felt like you were falling into a hole yourself, as if she had pulled the rug from beneath your feet.  You had fought for your place there, no matter what you were thinking about the current situation. This place at the council had taken much time and work, she couldn’t just take that away from you. She couldn’t just exclude you because of a disagreement, “For the last time, I’m not slipping him-“, you tried to defend yourself one last time before you caught in her glance that it was over for now, that no matter what you would say now would make the situation any bit better, but would actually make it worse, in the most horrible case for Negan too. ”I really don’t know you anymore. I always thought you’d be the reasonable one. Turns out you’re not”, you huffed, pain finding its way into you about the friend in front of you that was completely lost now. “If you think that. Then so be it”, she coldly retorted, as if nothing of what you had said just nearly touched her, nor made her care, letting the shock and frustration overshadow the pain within you quickly. This was the situation seven years ago all over again. Negan was the monster, you were the traitor and everybody else was the knight in shining armor. And these old, conserved feelings let more anger wash up in you, along with the thought of what could await Negan now that she really seemed to go through with her plan no matter what you said. And this all was pressing in on you, like a burden that was collapsing on your shoulders. You stared at her for a moment longer, a small part of you hoping that she’s still change her mind, let at least shine through that she cared a little but nothing, There was nothing but coldness in her eyes. “Screw You, Michonne. Seriously, screw you”, it slipped out of your lips, your voice trembling as you couldn’t keep any of your fury cooped up anymore that mixed with the deep rooted agony.  You didn’t care if you were being the one fleeing right now as you shoved yourself past her and rushed out of the house, you were just done with the whole day so far. You just wanted to get to Negan now.

The way to the cell felt longer than usual. With each step you could feel more tears forcing themselves into your eyes, turning your view into a blurry mess while all the thoughts and things Michonne had said were pressing in on you. You were able to keep them in for now, keep them from spilling over but while you kept them in it felt like you were bottling them dangerously up, forcing them to escape later with a harsher pressure. It felt like the old times, like all these years ago and you hated every single bit of it. Your whole body stayed tense until the very moment you stepped into the cell and felt Negan’s worried glance on you until his strong arms wrapped around you and finally pulled you into his soothing embrace. ”What happened?”, you heard him ask as you buried your head into his warmth, the tone in his voice indicating that part of him already knew what this was all about, still, you answered. ”Michonne happened.”

Negan’s arms were still wrapped around you as you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning into his side while you tried to put the day into words and listen to his own encounter with Michonne as well, to her mocking in response to his statement that he had changed, to what she was planning to do with the cell, and on top of all, to Judith who had just tried to get help with her homework and was now most certainly in trouble as well. The words just kept spilling out of your both mouths, as if the bottle was finally opened and all the suspense could flow out. ”Shit...I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned you in any fucking way, I-”, he grumbled, utter guilt stuck in his voice after hearing of your exclusion of the council, made my Alexandria’s leader herself. ”This isn’t your fault, she would’ve known either way”, you mumbled back, glancing up into his hazel eyes that ran over your face, brushing over your features as he slowly nodded, before he gulped thickly. ”The thing about the windows..., don’t worry, alright?”, he asked, holding you a little tighter as he glanced from you to the windows and back, all while you shook your head and felt the next rush of frustration coming over you. “No Negan, this isn’t fair”, you said, the mumbling from before turning into a tense and now also trembling mess, ”She can’t just keep pretending that she’s the saint and cut you off from everything as if you’re some blood thirsty monster.” Your breath was heavy enough to make your chest shake harshly as all the thoughts that had rushed through your head during your argument with her streamed back into your head. You had told him everything, everything but about your fear of a relapse. You just didn’t want to worry him even more or worse, provoke a backslide all the more by showing him your fear. But you couldn’t fool Negan, couldn’t in the past, couldn’t do now and as his arm around you tightened and his eyes kept sticking to your face, as if he was trying to read your thoughts you knew already what he was gonna ask next. ”There’s more, huh?”, his own voice was filled with concern, paired with the knowledge that you were keeping something from him to not worry him more than he already was. A thick sigh fell from your lips as your glance wandered from him to the cement ground for a moment, realizing as always that you had to tell him, no matter the effect it could have. “I’m just...I’m afraid”, you mumbled, licking your lips nervously as you glanced back up at him and allowed a shivering breath to leave your lips before you rose your voice,”I don’t...I don’t want you them to push you into that hole again.” “I won’t fall into that hole again, Baby”, he retorted in the matter of seconds while his tension filled glance grew softer and his arms held you a little tighter. “Come on, as long as I got ya I’ll be all fine”, he added in the very next moment, watching your reaction closely as he gave you a small chuckle that paired with a small grin ,”Seriously, things are different now than they were back then.” “I know...I’m just frustrated...”, you mumbled, feeling how he reached up and let the palm of his large hand cup the side of your face to let his thumb brush over it, brushing of some dried tears and soothing you with his touch. “I know, Sweetheart”, he muttered with a nod, leaning in to press a small kiss to your lips while you softly nodded and allowed yourself to sink for a moment into him. “But this isn’t done...I’ll talk to her again when things have calmed down a little. I won’t let her take this away from you”, you added as soon as his lips parted from yours, giving in to an inner urge to not loose the very last hope you had, maybe to not go crazy once for all. “You first get back into the council, that’s more important than my windows”, he softly chuckled, pulling you closer before you quickly shook your head.  “No, it’s not”, you mumbled with a soft sigh, “Council’s one shitshow either way, as long Michonne doesn’t change it’s just sham.” Negan just softly nodded, keeping you close as he leaned in for another kiss and let his lips caress over yours, allowing to let the frustration beat the retreat a little and instead fill you with comfort until he backed a little away and gave you a slight grin. “Whatever comes next, we’ll get through this. Fuckin’ know it”

“Come here”, Negan mumbled as he settled a few soothing kisses and touches later into the pillow at the end of the bed, spreading his arms and nodding with a soft smile towards them. Slowly nodding you responded by shifting towards him over the sheets, sniffing just slightly for the last time before you dove into his embrace. With a soft hum you nuzzled your head into the curve of his neck and moved your leg over his hip, allowing you to sink into his side as your arm slung around his torso and hugged him back. His arms were holding you tightly as his lips pressed a warm kiss to your forehead, allowing his beard stubble to tickle your skin and form a small smile on your lips.  “Y’know, I still got something for ya....hope it lifts your mood a little”, he mumbled after only  few moment had passed as he shifted a little and stuck his fingers into his pant’s pockets, rummaging as you hummed in confusion and heard him letting out a low chuckle. “Won’t be my dick this time, I promise”, he laughed quietly before the movements stopped as he slowly got his hand out of his pockets. “Don’t know if you thought I forgot about it but damn, I didn’t”, he mumbled, as he formed his hand into a fist, hiding what was hidden within, “Couldn’t repair your bracelet but I...well lets say I improvised a little.” With these words and another small chuckle he opened his hand, revealing what was hiding in its large palm.  A ring, the one that had just a small while ago laid in the box with the goods he was trying to repair. Before the troughs of its metal had been empty, its stones gone for years but now they were filled up again with the tiny white diamonds that had once belonged to your bracelet. “Finished it before gettin’ out...just weren’t sure when to give it to ya, so now seems like a good moment”, he said, a little tension stuck in his voice as you slowly lifted yourself a little, enough to prop yourself on one elbow and glance at the small good in his hand. “It’s beautiful”, you mumbled, feeling how a larger smile was growing on your lips as soon as you touched the ring and realized how many curses he must have lost over it, trying to glue the small stones with his large hands to the thin ring. He’d lost his patience over all the other goods, but he had finished this one, no matter how many nerves it must have cost him. “Damn glad you like it”, you heard him mumble as he shifted a little up in the pillows as you glanced once more at the familiar stones that twinkled in the light before you looked up into Negan’s hazel eyes. “’Course I do...thank you so much”, you said, keeping the smile on your lips as you leaned in and kissed him softly, caressing your lips over his as his touch made the frustration vanish some more and brought you deeper into this moment in which you could forget about the rest of day that suddenly seemed to become much better. “How much did you curse over it?”, you chuckled softly against his lips as he leaned in to peck you once more. “Oh way too much...doesn’t matter tho”, he mumbled, pulling you into another kiss until you could feel him tensing a little as soon as your lips left his.  “I just..I want you to know what I want that little fucker to represent”, he mumbled as you backed a little away, enough to glance into his eyes and catch the muscles in his face twitching, almost as if he was nervous. “Meant what I said...as long as we two got each other everything’s fine as hell, was always that way”, he grumbled, sitting himself a little more up as he still held onto the ring in his hand, “You and me, that’s all we fucking need.” “Yeah”, you mumbled with a nod as you reached up and caressed your fingertips over his beard stubble, smiling softly at him. You could feel him shifting a little more, enough to sit straight up and reach out to your legs to pull them over his legs and hug you closer as he cleared his throat softly, clenching his jaw as he grew a little more nervous. “I know I can’t marry you the damn real way here...shit, can’t even propose the fuckin’ way I’d like...I’m just”, he stopped, shaking his head as he run one hand over his stubbly jaw ,”Talkin’ too much” Your heart was already speeding up as you heard his words echoing through your head and felt how his hand that was still holding the ring was beginning to trace over your leg, nervously fumbling on the loose threads.  “I just, I want you to know that we both are set in damn stone,...real damn marriage...not how it was with- them...”, he mumbled, struggling on that one word before he glanced up at you and pulled you a little tighter against him,”The fucking real way.” The smile on your lips grew wider as you watched him relax a little in response to your reaction, grinning as he bit his lip.  “And shit, we’ve actually been having that for all this time...no matter if we talked about it or not...you’re mine and holy shit I am fuckin’ yours, with neck and crop...and dick”, he chuckled with a wider grin, playfully squeezing your waist before he stroked softly along it, “And that won’t fuckin’ ever change.” “We’re the real damn deal”, he added with a soft chuckle, holding you close as you nodded softly, feeling the warmth spreading further through your body, sweeping into every little inch of yours and turning the rest anger into happiness. “Yeah”, you mumbled, running your hand up his chest until you let it rest on its center and glanced happily at him,”We are.” Negan’s smile grew even wider for a moment before a new little wave of nervousness washed over his face and he cleared his throat as his fingers fumbled on the ring. “So...Sweetheart, will you marry me?”, he asked, his eyes fixing on yours as happiness streamed through you for yet another time,”Right here and now?” “Yes”, you said, nodding eagerly as you watched him light up,”Yeah, I will.” Overwhelmed, you grasped his face softly, glancing at the love of your life before you let out a happy sound and leaned in to press your lips to his, caressing them tenderly while your whole body tingled with joy. “Shit, I wanted to kneel for this-”, rumbled against your lips as soon as they softly parted, only for you to shake your head gently. “Shh, it’s perfect”, you hushed him, not allowing him to doubt himself right after he had given you a declaration of love that was perfect in itself, regardless of the fact that you were laying in the old bed inside his cell. You hummed against him, dropping your hand from his face and sliding it back down to rest it onto his firm chest while you moved slightly away to look at him. “Now that finger looks a little naked, huh?”, Negan grumbled in the next moment, nodding down to the hand on his chest before he glanced for a short moment up to grin at you and moved the ring closer towards it. It only needed another soft nod of yours for him to pick your hand up and slip the slim ring over your finger, just as smooth as you had once done it when you had tried its damaged form on months ago, even though it felt so much better now. And as your lips crashed onto his this time it felt like you were giving each other a silent promise on top of it, sealing off what had already been clear to the both of you all these years. Of course, you couldn’t marry with all the bells and whistles but Negan was right on this, as long as you both knew what your relationship meant to you, it was more than enough.  “Y’know, if you wanna and if the situation will ever allow it, we can do it with all the little shit...hell, I can do more to make this all better...I-”,  “You don’t need to...I meant it, this is already perfect”, you muttered back, a soft smile still curling your lips as he stopped for a moment and backed away, enough to glance at you and raise his brows.  “Negan, this is all I need. If we ever can get married the official way, I’ll marry you again without batting an eyelash, but you don’t need to do more...giving the ring now so you can cheer me up and take care of me is so genuine and sweet, and real. That’s the best”, you said, glancing from the ring to his hazel eyes that began to soften even more, just like the smile on his lips that grew larger and the warmth in you that took over once for all. You could still feel the smile as his lips caressed once more over yours, kissing you deeply as he held you tighter, as if he was never planning on letting you go again. “I love you”, he grumbled against your lips, pecking them as he sighed contently, “More than fucking anything.” “I love you too”, you mumbled back, smiling softly as your fingers caressed over the salt and pepper stubbled, electing a small purr from deeply within his chest before he shifted a little with you on the bed, enough to move the both of you into the pillows to hold you even tighter. “By the way...I’m not fuckin’ sweet”, he mumbled with a low chuckle as soon as you had cuddled deeper into his embrace, urging a small laugh to fall from your lips as you backed away again and glanced into his playful and teasing eyes. “Yeah, you are”, you softly chuckled, grinning at him as you ran your hand over his firm chest, up until you could rest it on his neck and caress the sensitive skin while the tiny diamonds of the gift that was stuck to your finger twinkled in the rest sunlight,”No way you can prove me wrong on this.” “Oh I could think of a way or two”, he thickly chuckled, grinning suggestively at you while his tongue slipped slowly over his lower lip, “Want me to try out?” “Sure”, you chuckled back, already feeling how he was pulling you closer before you shot him a playful grin, “Still, you won’t convince me.” “Oh, you’ll see, Baby. You’ll fucking see”

part 51 / “Scars”

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[fightthedead-fearthemullet]

TWD 9x12

TWD Season 9 episode 12

Guardians

[cake-by-thepound]

Where was this energy when Rick and Michonne were trying to unite the communities and they all left the bridge hm?

These raggedy hoes really got Rick killed because they didn’t wanna help each other, and now they act like Michonne is crazy. Whew, I hate them all.

[rickbisexualgrimes]

carol & ezekiel falling apart to this degree doesn’t make any sense. 

yes, they lost their son but they weren’t having problems prior to that? i’m just confused by this huge shift & irritated tbh.

[boltsandashes]

First Impressions 9x12

Ok so I actually loved this episode overall? I’m really glad because the last one felt weak and sloppy to me but this one had some great character moments, intimidating villain moments, avoided unnecessary drama cliches, and was just all around a really solid episode.

(This week my impressions are gonna be a little different, I kind of jotted them down as I watched instead of listing them out afterward. We’ll see if it’s better or worse this way.)

So I’ve been on the fence about trusting Lydia since day one –– was she a manipulator, playing up the abuse angle to get Daryl’s trust? ––  but as soon as I saw the preview for this week’s episode (where she said she’d been lying) I figured she must have been being honest with our group after all. Opening scene pretty much confirms it and tbh I’m pretty happy about that. I like Daryl making a meaningful connection more than him opening up and getting crushed.

“We did lose a friend.” Ah Aaron bby <3 Seriously he’s the only one showing enough love and grief for Jesus but he’s showing it so well. It hurts so much and it’s such a damn gift.

It’s kind of crazy to me that Alexandria, where Negan’s being held prisoner, is the place that took in the Sanctuary survivors. Did no one worry there’d be a conflict there? No? Okay then. (I mean, I guess there hasn’t been, so.)

Okay, you know what I love right now? That they just started this episode with Rosita having already told Gabriel about the baby. There was no secret, no tension of what happens when he finds out for drama’s sake. And Gabriel and Siddiq had an entire council scene where they were arguing on the same side without any snarking or posturing. It’s the most mature way I’ve ever seen any show handle a situation like this and I’m just super impressed by all of them.

Oh Henry, you were almost cool for a second there.

Eugene please stop.

Okay actually. I like that he’s arguing for them to stay together, I appreciate that. Again, surprisingly mature way to handle it. Of course it probably means Gabriel’s gonna die in a few episodes and Eugene will eventually step in and I’m still not at all on board with that ship, but as of now I like how they’re handling this.

I seriously love that the characters aren’t giving Negan an inch. The show’s making him earn his redemption and it’s just such a better character arc this way.

Ha yes Daryl’s gonna have to learn to enunciate! I extra approve of this partnership now, it’ll be good for him.

OMG Dog fetched his bolt. That was the most precious thing.

(Ok, he’s working on it. He’ll get there. Damn that was so cute.)

What the fuuuuck Alpha. Okay, she’s creepy. (And also has hella strong hands, wow. Beheading should not be that easy.) But that was a creepy as fuck segment. Approved.

I also like how Lydia was just standing in the background with her arms crossed looking bored like she’s seen this a hundred times.

So I know that Judith sort of has Carl’s arc from the comics in regards to Negan. I don’t know many comic details or how similar it is but I’m kind of curious about how that worked in the comics because... IMO this story works so well for Judith because she’s so much younger. She wasn’t there for the war, she doesn’t really remember it or the people Negan killed, so her seeing him differently than everyone else and being more willing to give him a chance makes a lot of sense. She’s the only person who looks at him and doesn’t see the war, or Glenn and Abraham, or all the other things he did. But it’s strange to imagine this kind of bond with Carl in Judith’s place.

(That was kind of a ramble just to say I’m really loving Judith and everything they’re doing with her right now.)

When Michonne said “And...” to Aaron and paused, I really thought she was gonna say “It’s what Jesus would’ve wanted.” I don’t know why I keep expecting things like that. (Probably because it was to Aaron. I’m still loving how Aaron’s carrying the weight of Jesus. I know people were upset with him going into isolation mode but I think it’s such a strong statement of his pain and grief rn.)

Gabriel/Rosita/Siddiq... new OT3?

I feel like the scene with Alpha telling Lydia to kill Henry was kind of rushed maybe? I don’t know, something felt off about it. Lydia could’ve argued plenty of logical reasons not to kill Henry (hello, he was their leverage with Hilltop. He had information on the town, etc). Her immediately breaking down and giving herself away after an episode of trying to play both sides felt, like I said, rushed. I wish they’d had a little more time for that to build and impact.

UNLESS Lydia’s just pretending to be upset and is gonna pull a triple twist! lol I can’t stop guessing at plot twists with her, I’m sorry.

I fucking love Daryl.

I mean. duh.

But again, that felt rushed. A hero taking one of the enemy’s masks and using it to infiltrate feels like it should’ve been a bigger moment, more drawn out and more shocking instead of a quick reveal in a 30 second Walker attack. Like if Daryl’d been there all day, just wearing the mask and following along until a crucial moment. It’s cool that he used their “lure them in” tactic against them but I feel like more could’ve been done with it.

So ending on a not so strong note just ‘cause I feel like they ran out of time a bit, but overall I really enjoyed this episode and I’d love to hear everyone else’s thoughts! (But no comic spoilers please!! <3 )

[carlgrimesisnotdeadforme]

Me when @alpha decapitated that woman:

[thewalkingcaps]

[whatsun97]

😱

This was literally my face for a full minute when Alpha used a wire to cut off the girls head

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Season 9 Posts

(Please Ignore: Just updating my index during the hiatus. 😉)

Pre S9 Evidence:

It’s All Connected and the Plan is On Track 01/27/2018

Beth Greene was Always Gimple’s Sheriff 01/23/2018

Foreshadowing of S8/S9 in 5x10 05/12/2018

Rick/Beth Parallels Master Post 05/25/2018

News about AL and LC and What it Means for TD 06/02/2018

Random Possibilities for AL’s Exit in S9 (7x12 Foreshadowing) 06/07/2018

Possible Ties Between Alone and AL’s Departure 06/21/2018

Thoughts (and Possible Clues) About Beth and Alpha 06/27/2018

Thoughts on AMC’s Character-Driven Marathons 06/24/2018

Follow-Up Thoughts on the Dixon Brother’s Marathon 06/26/2018

Ties Between S1/S2 and S9/S9 07/03/2018

Ties Between Winslow and S9 07/06/2018

St. Patrick, Luck, Clovers and S9 07/17/2018

Analysis of SDCC S9 Trailer 07/23/2018

Ties Between 4x06/4x07 and S9 07/28/2018

S9 Preview Show--Yea! 08/06/2018

5 Things That Should Make You Excited for S9 08/15/2018

Details from the SDCC Trailer: Cigarette Scenes in TWD 08/30/2018

Noah - More a Proxy to Beth than We Thought/Ties to S9 09/01/2018

Bethyl “Claimed” Trading Card 09/20/2018

Strawberry Theory Master Post 10/03/2018

Analysis of New Opening Credits for S9 10/05/2018

Thoughts on S9 Character Returns 10/12/2018

Coming Fulfillment of Daryl’s Last Man Standing Status 10/24/2018

9x01: A New Beginning

9x01: A New Beginning - Analysis 10/08/2018

9x01: Details 10/09/2018

9x01: Lyric Analysis: The Last Rose of Summer 10/11/2018

Henry’s Chutes and Ladders Game: 10/20/2018

Orange Color/Banners in D.C. 02/01/2019

9x02: The Bridge

9x02: First Thoughts 10/15/2018

9x02: Details 10/16/2018

Walker Herd Names and What They Foreshadow 10/18/2018

Ann/Jadis and FG as Bethyl Proxies 10/25/2018

9x03: Warning Signs

9x03: First Thoughts 10/22/2018

9x03: Details 10/23/2018

9x04: The Obliged

9x04: First Thoughts/Themes 10/24/2018

Beth in 9x05 Trailer: Deep Breaths Everyone 10/30/2018

9x04: Details 10/31/2018

9x04: TTD 11/02/2018

9x05: What Comes After

9x05: Rick’s Fate 11/04/2018

9x05: TD Clues - So Many! 11/06/2018

Thoughts on Daryl in 9x05 11/08/2018

Understanding the “After” Episodes and how Carl’s Death will Lead to Beth 11/09/2018

Daryl’s Arc Over the Seasons and Where He Is Now (S9) 11/10/2018

The Wizard of Oz (TWOO) Updated 12/04/2018

TD Evidence; Or Proof Credits-Girl is Beth 12/28/2018

Weirdness of the Blood on Beth’s Arm 03/17/2023

9x06:

9x06: First Thoughts 11/12/2018

9x06: Details - A Lot of Them 11/13/2018

Bird Songs and References 11/15/2018

Black/White Dogs and How Alone Might Foreshadow the Whisperers 11/17/2018

9x07: Stradivarius

9x07: First Thoughts 11/19/2018

9x07: Details 11/20/2018

Predictions, Part 1: Beth in MSF? 11/21/2018

Michael Cudlitz on Daryl and Carol’s Non-Romance 11/22/2018

Predictions, Part 2: Other Possibilities This Season 11/23/2018

Daryl’s Relationships With Those He Searches For 11/28/2018

9x08: Evolution

9x08: First Thoughts 11/25/2018

9x08: Details 11/27/2018

What the Grandfather Clock from 7x07 Foreshadowed (Jesus’ Death) 01/08/2019

9x09:

9x09: Analysis 02/11/2019

9x10: Omega

9x10: First Thoughts 02/17/2019

9x10: Details 02/19/2019

9x10: Musical References and Ties to Beth 02/21/2019

9x11: Bounty

9x11: First Thoughts 02/25/2019

9x11: Details 02/26/2019

9x11: Details Part 2 + My Wacky Carzekiel Theory 02/27/2019

Music From Bounty and The Red Machete 03/08/2019

9x12: Guardians

9x12: First Thoughts 03/03/2019

9x12: Details 03/06/2019

9x13: Chokepoint

9x13: First Thoughts

9x13: Details 03/12/2019

9x13: TTD Clues 03/13/2019

9x14: Scars

9x14: Parallels and Arcs 03/18/2019

9x14: Details and an Epiphany 03/19/2019

9x15: The Calm Before

9x15: First Thoughts 03/24/2019

9x15: Details 03/26/2019

9x16: The Storm

9x16: First Thoughts 03/31/2019

9x16: TD Clues - Just Try to Ignore These! 04/02/2019

9x16: Details 04/04/2019

How Carzekiel Breakup is a Good Thing for TD 04/03/2019

Adam References in S9/Point to S10 04/13/2019

Daryl Staring At Beth’s Picture Ask 03/22/2023

Epic Way Daryl Looks at Beth’s Painting 03/23/2023

S9 Music:

Lyric Analysis: Last Rose of Summer 10/11/2018

Bird Songs and References 11/15/2018

9x10: Musical References and Ties to Beth 02/21/2019

Music From Bounty and The Red Machete 03/08/2019

Song Analysis: April Skies 07/16/2019

Misc:

AK’s Script Notes and Why I Love Them 11/16/2018 

The Wizard of Oz (TWOO) Updated 12/04/2018

Parallels Between S1/S2 and S8/S9 12/06/2018

What TD Has Been Correct About 12/08/2018

TD Evidence; Or Proof Credits-Girl is Beth 12/28/2018

Predictions: Negan and Beth 01/11/2019

How Henry Spoilers Define Daryl’s Arc 01/15/2019

9b Trailer Analysis 01/28/2019

Beth/Michonne Theory 01/30/2019

Orange Color/Banners in D.C. 02/01/2019

8 = Year Time Jump 02/09/2019

Alpha, Omega, Carol & Beth: It’s All Coming Together 03/21/2019

Predictions for the Finale. Sort of. 03/27/2019

Wizard of Oz Dream Sequence (Misiano-Genovese) 04/03/2019

How Carzekiel Breakup is a Good Thing for TD 04/03/2019

Red/Green Theory Revamped 04/09/2019

Adam References in S9/Point to S10 04/13/2019

Mailbag Fan Questions 04/15/2019

Richard III Template 04/18/2019

Tara and the Yoyo Symbol 04/30/2019

Song Analysis: April Skies 07/16/2019

Foreshadows of S9 in Ricks 5x16 Speech 07/24/2019

Season 9 TTD:

9x04: TTD 11/02/2018 

9x13: TTD Clues 03/13/2019

[zainapbaraketcaryl]

TWD 9x12 

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

TWD ~ Negan Imagine - “Adaptation”

Summary: When Negan escapes from his cell to find a way to a better future with the reader, he provokes a storm in Alexandria that gets the one person in trouble he wants to protect the most.

the last part / all other previous parts (None of the previous parts have to be read to understand the plot!)

Sleep was still lulling you into its depths as a low voice began to stream through to you, slowly tickling the consciousness awake. Softly groaning your tired mind tried to sort the voice into a category as it sounded through your head once more, pushing you enough to the edge of wakefulness to let your eyes flutter slowly open. Your view was blurry at first, only taking in the brown hair and hazy features of the man in front of you before it got clearer with each passing second. “Miles?”, you groaned drowsily, wrinkling your brows in confusion before your head bounced into reality and made you remember where you were. In a bed of the infirmary, not by Negan’s side in the cell. Working all day and night before laying down to take a nap while all the patients were sleeping - Shit. “Oh crap, the patients”, you called out, standing almost straight in your bed as you were suddenly wide awake, cursing yourself for oversleeping. You had laid down when it had been completely dark outside, now the morning sun was shining brightly through the windows, urging you to realize that your exhaustion had urged your body to take more sleep than you had planned. “Its fine, they’re all still sleeping, and if they wake up, Karen’s already ready to take care of them. We’re taking over now, came back earlier from the run than we thought”, your co worker said, giving you a small smile as your muscles began to tense a little less and the adrenaline that had rushed through your veins decreased, “I just decided to wake you up so you know we’re back.” “Okay, thank you...sorry though, just couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and they were all asleep”, you mumbled, adjusting your clothes as you heft yourself up from the bed and have him an apologizing smile. “Don’t worry, can’t blame it on you, keeping that thing here going all alone is one hell of a job, no wonder you needed a break”, he chuckled before he nodded towards the half open door, “You mind getting Karen and me up to speed? Then you're all free for now.”

“And Will’s wound is doing better, still needs the salve Siddiq mixed for him though.. but that must be it”, you said as you found yourself standing ten minutes later in the kitchen of the infirmary while both of them listened to you as you finished going through the list of patients that laid in the beds of the infirmary. “Great, then we see you back tomorrow, right?”, Karen asked with a smile, already grabbing some bandages while you gave her a small nod. “Yeah, see ya”, you said back, grabbing your jacket while the anticipation begun to grow in your body, only rising as you finally stepped out onto the porch that was enlightened by the morning sun. A soft breeze was brushing over your skin, bringing a little peace into your still tried body while a smile began to grow on your lips as you realized that only a few minutes parted you from huddling up to Negan. You couldn’t wait to feel his arms wrapping around you, feel him tucking you in along with him beneath the blanket and nuzzle your nose into the warmth of his neck just so you could doze back off and get something of the sleep back you lost while treating the patients all night. Your thoughts only let the smile grow wider as you hopped down the stairs of the porch and made your way down the street, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun that danced over your skin. A content sigh left your lips as you made your way further down the street, your eyes fixing on the path you were making every single day for the last seven years before a figure made its way into your field of vision that threw your good mood slowly off. His face was twisted in anger, the eyebrows pulled into a tight curve, his eyes squinting even though it couldn’t cover the furiousness burning within them while his hands clutched a piece of paper while he stumped towards you. For a moment, you questioned that Kent was walking towards you, wondering if it had to do anything with the bad news about Rosita and Eugene you had gotten yesterday but with each step he came closer, you excluded it more and more. He was having you as his target, for whatever reason. “You wanna tell me anything about this?!”, he growled, as only a couple feet parted you, the hand with the paper sheet rising up, almost holding it into your face as you glanced full of confusion at him. “What is this?”, you only choked out watching as more fury spread over his features with each of your words. “Are you fucking kidding me?”, he growled, his jaw clenching threateningly as he pushed the sheet finally into your hands. “Laid on his bed in his cell, you wanna explain this?” With now shaking hands you began to unfold the paper, still utterly confused and with the worst scenarios sneaking into your head before your eyes eventually scanned over the familiar handwriting that shook you to the core.

I’m coming back, Sweetheart. Gabriel let the door open and I had to take the damn chance. I’ll be fine, so don’t you worry your pretty head off. Don’t risk shit and come after me, just trust me. I’ll make it right for us. Love you more than fucking anything. - Negan

“He’s gone”, Kent spellt it out for you as an icy shudder ran down your back while your eyes went over and over along the lines, still feeling as if you were caught in a surreal dream instead of reality. “You set this up with him? Pushing the fault on Gabriel? You-”, Kent growled out but instead of reacting to his accusations your mind ran past it, your head only twirling around Negan as you cut him off. “He can’t be gone-...I-”, you stumbled, your fingers clamping on the edge of the sheet, your eyes still tracing over it over and over again while your throat was beginning to tighten as your body filled with worry and more confusion. Before you could even notice anything else you felt yourself moving past him, urged to see it for yourself, urged to go to the place you last saw Negan. “Where the hell are you going?”, you heard the man snap, keeping up with you as you rushed down the still empty streets of Alexandria. “I...I have to see this for myself.”

Your breath was shivering and harsh as you stumbled down the stairs, almost falling as you felt your legs becoming weaker with each step while your trembling hands still clutched the handwritten note. Part of you still tried to convince yourself hat you were still laying in the bed at the infirmary your mind was only churning up an odd dream fueled by your body’s exhaustion but as soon as you stepped into the cellar even this part vanished into thin air. The cell was empty. For a moment you froze to the spot before you stumbled slowly into the cell, glancing around the room, at the bed where Kent had found the note you were holding in your hands as if your life depended on it. “You’re gonna stop playing that game now?”, you heard Kent’s voice suddenly behind you, snapping you out of the trance the shock had kept you in while you first realized what he was accusing you off. “I am not playing any game”, you choked out as you turned around, glancing into his furious eyes that contributed to the mess of emotions that was beginning to whirl faster through you,”How the hell should I’ve helped him?” You could feel yourself torn up between the worry of what would happen now and the rising anger of Kent’s accusation, only fueled by a provoking rising of his eyebrows as if you were pulling an act on him. “I haven’t seen him since yesterday midday, I was at the infirmary the whole time, ask the patients or Miles and Karen...”, you said, just as shaky as peeved, too shaken by what was happening around you to react to the mess he was trying to throw at you. “Sure thing, (Y/N)”, he snapped sarcastically, shaking his head as he stared with you before he let out a thick huff and stormed up the stairs, following the voices that were beginning to grow louder outside the jail. A shaky breath fell from your lips as you found yourself alone in the middle of the cell, still confused and as if you were stuck in a surreal dream. You found yourself sitting down on his bed, staring at the note in your hands while reality began to sneak up on you and began to filter your emotions out of the mess that was whirling through you. You weren’t mad at Negan, not at all. You’d always wanted him out of this cell, but with these circumstances right now, you were more worried than anything. He was one strong and big man, but also one that hadn’t been outside for seven years and hadn’t even killed nor seen a walker since then.  He was lacking practice and even though you trusted in his skills and determination, even the fittest fighters were able to get lost and hurt out there. And that was the last damn thing you wanted.

For the first time in all these years, Negan could actually feel the sun shining down on him. Not just some light beaming through the windows of his cell, no, actual sunshine that seemed to surrounded all of him as he sat at the door of an empty caravan, chewing on some of the tomatoes he’d taken with him out of Alexandria. It wasn’t too much, but it was fine for the start. Being outside was great, so damn great that it still felt little surreal even though he had to pay for it with a bittersweet taste that came along with the new grasped freedom. He was alone, no living fuck anywhere around him and, and this bothered him much more right now, he still had to make a plan on how to act out what had actually made him leave the cell. He still had to find a way to make it all right, to change his and her future into a brighter one than the one that had awaited them in the dark cell and fuck, he had to do so before anyone could find him outside here. They were probably all swarming out by now, trying to make up where he could go and how to catch him.  All he hoped for at least was that they had found his letter and Gabey was man enough to admit that he had fucked up locking his cell door, putting no blame on his girl and leaving her the fuck alone. A low groan left Negan’s lips as he swallowed the last piece to the tomato and washed it with the last gulp of water left in his bottle down, trying to shut down his worried thoughts and instead focus on his goal. Pinching the bridge of his nose he breathed thoroughly out, clenching his jaw as he silenced his mind before a noise sounded through his head that he hadn’t heard in years. A sickly sounding groan combined with snapping sounds of rotting teeth clashing on one another and low growls that were heralding the slowly approaching threat. And even after all this time his instincts still reacted as fast as a lightning bolt striking through the air, forcing him to snap around as look into the dead eyes that were fixing on him. A fucking dead asshole, with rotting skin dangling of its bones, threatening to fall off of it with every slurfing step it took as it rounded the caravan and snapped its jaw at Negan. Quickly, it elicited an annoyed huff to fall from his lips as he raised his body up and grabbed the shovel he took from Alexandria, ready to kill his first walker since seven years.

“It was my fault...I was thinking about Rosita-...I left the cell door open”, Gabriel’s voice sounded through the window in Negan’s cell through to you, eliciting a wave of relieve to wash over your body. For the last bit you’d only heard a bunch of people outside the cell wondering and theorizing about how Negan had escaped, some speaking in your favor while others were ranting about how it had only been a matter of time till you’d help him get out. You hadn’t bothered to leave the cell and defend yourself once more, still too startled and worried to do much.  A small part of what they said was right, you had lost some thoughts about letting him leave, but not out of spite towards the others, but for his wellbeing, especially during the time he had been nearly suicidal. You’d always feared he’d fall into this hole again but no matter what you had thought, Negan had kept you from thinking any more about it than the bare minimum. You could still hear him say he wouldn’t leave, even if you’d rip the door out of its angles, not wanting to risk your place in Alexandria and exchange it for a life on the run just so he could be a free man. And he was right in the end, you’d always want him to leave the peaceful way, maybe get integrated into the community, no matter how surreal that seemed to the most. Still, he was gone now. Because it had been Gabriel to leave the door open, and not you. A thick huff left your lips as you stared to your hands, hoping to grasp any sane thought even though the voices outside made thinking clearly even harder. “We have to leave now and get him before Michonne returns. Can’t risk it.” “Gotta plan it thoroughly. We need to have groups in all directions and with enough people...he’s an asshole but sly as a fox, we need to be sure to get him once we spot him.” An ice cold shudder ran down your back as you listened to their voices, realizing once more that this was the bitter reality. Of course they were gonna search for him. A shivering sigh rumbled through your body as you sprung up, glancing through the windows that were showing you the Alexandrian’s that must have almost forgotten about you in their anger and almost panic. They were still talking as they were slowly departing from the cell, making up a plan to catch Negan as fast as they could and with that, arguing about the one thing you couldn’t let happen. No matter what Negan had asked you to do, no matter how much you liked to be able to stay back, trust him, follow his plea for once and hope that everything would just work out, you couldn’t. You had to find him. Before they did. “Home, Sweet Home”, the words rolled from Negan’s lips smoothly as he finally stared at the familiar in front of him, the dark fabric that stood tall and impressive in front of him, like the stronghold it had always been. His eyes wandered over his old home, the place that might help him to turn shit around for him and his girl now, all while a small grin forming on his lips for the first time in hours. Till now, this fucking day hadn’t been much of a lucky one. Killing walkers was as much of a pain in the ass as ever, especially when one of them lands on your supplies and taints them with its mushy and bloody fuckery of a body. Drinking water out of a small river was a damn dumb idea too, that was noted in the back of his mind now as well, mostly after his body had cranked in disgust until all the shit that had swum in his stomach had left his body the wrong way out, and as a special treat, right at the damn clearing this whole shit had begun. Fuck, he wasn’t even sure what had urged him there, regret, nostalgia, whatfuckingever, still the odds weren’t much in his favor and rather taunting to force him to throw up especially there. Next damn thing had been a bunch of wild dogs that had almost torn him apart in a shop for clothes, ending up with him saving his ass in the very last minute. But hey, at least he had a new fucking leather jacket, and damn that smooth shit felt so much better than that prison suit on his skin. And now, it almost felt a little like it used too, a leatherjacket slung around his torso, a grin on his lips and a metal pipe resting on his shoulder like his dirty girl had used to. Maybe this old place could help him with a new start. Maybe this could be it. Maybe.

A few food cans were clicking in your backpack, the knife tightly in your hands as you shuffled from the road first into the woods, hoping that the other Alexandrian’s wouldn’t directly see you and keep you from searching for him. You stayed at its edge though, enough to see the road to keep track on where you were heading while you made your way through the undergrowth, each step determined. He could be going anywhere judging from his note that seemed to say much by saying nothing concrete at all as well, for obvious reasons, still, your head was working on full speed, trying to figure out where to go, where to search for him. He wanted to change something, for you two, so maybe he was going back to the root of it all to find a start. The Sanctuary. “(Y/N)”, a familiar voice made you flinch, echoing from the road through the trees as it let you immediately flinch up and turned your head towards its source. “Judith? What are you doing outside?”, you choked out the moment you saw the girl standing on the blacktop, glancing at you while she clutched the heavy colt in her hands.  “Same as you, I guess”, she said, shrugging her shoulders as you sighed and climbed out of the undergrowth of the woods, glancing to your sides to see if she was alone before a thicker huff left your lips. “Judith, you can’t go out alone, what if-” “Well now I’m not alone anymore, right?”, she said, nodding towards you and actually eliciting a small chuckle off your lips before you stepped closer to her, torn between what to do now before you already saw her changing the look in her eyes, almost as if she could guess that you’d tell her to let you take her home, to not get her into even more danger than she already was by simply being outside. “I won’t go back...and I still got something to tell you”, she said, glancing up from beneath her Sheriff’s hat as you let out another sigh. “Judi-” “I let him go”, she mumbled, widening your eyes only with this small sentence as he pressed her lips sheepishly on one another before raising her voice again. “I saw him climbing over the wall...he promised me not to hurt anyone, not even if they’d tried to hurt him...so I let him leave”, she said, huffing softly as her fingers fumbled on the metal of her gun, “He said he’ll make everything alright for you both, that’s why he had to go.” A heavy breath fell from your lips as you listened to her, hearing those words again that fitted to the one on the note that were stuffed into the pockets of your pants. “Maybe I can help you find him before the others, so you can talk to him”, she said, glancing up at you with that look that told you that she wouldn't take a ‘no’ nor would she let you walk her home, back to Alexandria that must be about an hour march away by now. “Okay...but you’ll stay right by my side”, you eventually said reluctantly after a couple moments of pondering and hoping that you’d be earlier back than Michonne before you watched a smile spreading over the girl’s lips. “Great!”, she exclaimed, a wide smile spreading over her lips as she grabbed her colt tighter, held her hat with the other hand and began to sprint forward over the street, leaving your side within seconds. “You’re coming?”, she called the next moment, turning around to look smiling but challenging at you before you couldn’t hide a grin as you shook your head and let out a small laugh. “What did I just say?”

This wasn’t what he had wanted, not even what he had fucking expected the he had stood outside, all enthusiastic and hopeful too see his old home after all this time again. But there he was now, sitting in the great hall of the Sanctuary, or rather of what was left of it.  It looked like nothing ever had happened here, as if this factory had been empty from the moment on the world had gone to shit. As if no people had ever buzzed through this hall, working and selling their goods. As if he had never held meetings in the room far up in the Sanctuary’s floors. As if there never had been life inside these walls. As if everything he had worked for and built up had never taken place.  He didn’t even know what he had exactly expected when he had arrived here, after seven and a fucking half years. He’d known a couple things, the stuff (Y/N) had heard and told him, but even she hadn’t known everything about this place, nor its downfall.  But here, here was nothing left. No person alive, just dead fuckers and one of his former lieutenants who had also seemed to have kicked the bucket years ago. But shit, at least he’d stayed till the very end...oppositely to everybody else. A thick gulp traveled down Negan’s throat as he glanced around from his crouched position on the couch in the middle of the hall at the furniture he had found sprawled out across the place and which was now aligned to a small room, almost as big as his cell back in Alexandria. He couldn’t deny that part of him had hoped that moving things around and creating a little space with them would elicit a feeling of comfort in him, but there was nothing. Just emptiness. The ring for his girl he had stuffed into his pant’s pocket before escaping his cell was pressing now into his skin, as if it was trying to remind him that it was still present, urging and pushing his mind to rotate over and over again, churning him up from the very inside. He’d really hoped he’d find something here that could help him change the situation, change their future and make it better, whatever the hell it might be. But with nothing left here, his hopes seemed to dangle on a thin thread, daring to tear each other second. Running his hand over his face, along the scruffy salt and pepper beard and over his mouth that had changed from a grin back into a form that looked like the one of a pissed off but especially sad smiley, he glanced around once more, feeling how a thick lump was forming in his throat, growing along with his desperation. No matter how much he wished for some solution to pop up in his head, for this place to change into something better just like the future he had longed for, he realized with every minute he spent within these walls that there was none. Not outside here at least. Here was nothing to built up on, nothing but dead fuckers and ruined buildings. He hated to admit it, hated even more that this was the painful truth, but there was not only more for him back in Alexandria, but also more for her, for them both. He had to go back. “Oh no”, you huffed as you spotted the approaching four walkers between the trees, stumbling through the undergrowth you were making your way through along with Judith. “I’ll help”, she said as soon as you grabbed your knife, keeping it tightly in your hands before you turned around and glanced right at her. “Oh no, I know you can do this but there’s enough trouble going on right now. I won’t get you into any more danger”, you said, trying to work against her stubborn little head while the groans of the dead got louder, “Those aren’t that many, I can take care of them, just stay here.” You saw her nodding for a moment, right before your glance stayed a little longer on her before you turned back around and stepped towards the growling walkers that were already stretching their rotting arms out for you. With a huff you grasped the wooden handle of the knife tighter, stepping closer towards the first dead one as you kicked its weak legs back, snapping them by the knees into half and forcing it to stumble back into the ground, harmless enough for you to step over it and drive your knife into its skull. Sighing heavily you marched towards the other three, while you heard an approaching engine in the distance that pushed itself into your head as you made your way closer to the walkers. It were probably Alexandrians on their way to search for Negan, and while the thought of them finding him brought nausea over you again you forced yourself to concentrate on the threat right in front of you. You were swinging in a deadly trance as you fought walker after walker, panting as you struggled a little with the last and tallest one until its body finally got limp and fell lifeless to the ground. Just as you caught your breath again and shook the blood of the knife, ready to turn around to Judith your body flinched up in shock by the sound of a gunshot echoing through the air. Gasping for air you turned around, already seeing what you had expected, Judith was gone, and so was her colt, the gun that had to be responsible for the shot. “Fuck!”, you cursed loudly, filled with desperation and worry as you glanced around, trying to retrieve the source of the shot before you saw her standing on the blacktop of the road, a good bit away from your position in the woods, her body crouched, as if she was talking to someone or something on the ground. “Goddamn it”, you cursed under your fastening breath, already imagining the worst as you rushed through the undergrowth, trying to stay upright and not to trip over every root and bush in your way. You were only a few dozen meter away from reaching the blacktop as you finally saw a figure appearing beside her, tall and broad, right before this figure became a person whose appearance took your breath away once more. “Negan”, you breathed out, still not fully believing your eyes as your footsteps fastened, almost entangling with the undergrowth as you rushed through it until you reached the wood’s edge with a harshly beating heart and relief that began to wash all over you. You mumbled his name again the moment your eyes finally caught his, softening them as you watched a smile growing on his lips, pushing his dimples forward beneath the salt and pepper stubble. “You’re okay”, you mumbled with another relieved sigh, rushing towards him, lost in your emotions until you could finally feel his arms wrapping around your body and pulling you close against his. “Yeah..’cept for that this little lady shot me off the damn motorcycle”, you heard him mumble into your hair with a low chuckle, right before the adrenaline in your veins sunk a little and you began to combine what had just happened and look around you. Not only Negan was here, clad into a new leather jacket instead of the prison suit, there was also a motorcycle almost laying beside the road, its frontwheel still spinning slightly from the sudden impact it had gone through by Negan’s fall after Judith’s shot. “Jud-”, you called out, spinning in his arms around to her before he pulled you closer and made you look at him, calming you a little with his touch that felt soothing after the distress and nerve-racking emotions the day had put you through till now. “She told me she’d shoot if she’d see me again here so...”, he mumbled with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders slightly before you heard the voice of the girl sounding through the air again. “I’ll give you a second...” “But don’t go too far, okay? Can’t have you slipping away again...I just don’t want you hurt, Judith”, you said, giving her a caring but warning look in response to what had happened just minutes ago before she nodded, this time more genuinely, before grabbing her colt and walking a bit until plunging down onto the edge of the blacktop. Breathing throughly through you forced your glance from Judith and instead closed your eyes as you hugged Negan back again, nuzzling your nose into his neck while you could feel more and more burden falling off your shoulders until his voice rumbled through to you. “You’re not mad at my ass?” “No...you just scared the shit out of me, you got no idea how many of them are out here searching for you”, you muttered back, sighing quietly as you huddled up to him ,”I’m just so glad you’re fine.” For another moment he stayed quiet, just cradling you and allowing you to calm down until your mind was less of a mess again before he shifted uncomfortably. “Sweetheart?”, he mumbled, pushing you with the tension in his voice to make you dive out of his neck’s curve and look into his eyes ,“I’m going back” “What?”, it directly jumped out of your lips, eliciting confusion once more as you stared blankly at him. In your euphoria you hadn’t even wasted a thought to what was coming next, if he was staying outside, what he had wanted to do for the both of you or if he had a new plan, but even though you could have imagined many answers, going back wasn’t one of the first ones you thought of. “Cell and all...I’m going back to Alexandria”, he added, clearly and determined, leaving no space for doubt even though confusion was still keeping all of your facial expression hostage. “I uhm...I thought I could change something”, he mumbled, sighing as he stared for a moment into the woods before his glance met yours again,”For us...get us that damn future we’ve been thinking’ ‘bout.” A weak, even sad smile was growing on his lips, catapulting your thoughts to your talks about the wishes the cell wouldn’t let you fulfill. ”Now I know I...I know I can’t”, he mumbled, gulping thickly as his voice was filled with pain and defeat while a heavy breath rumbled through his his chest. “Sanctuary’s gone...all of it...and-...fuck, there’s no damn other way out here for me to prove to them that I ain’t belong into that cell”, he said, trying to keep himself talking while you just looked at him, allowing him to get everything off his chest that needed to leave. “And I won’t bring you out here into this shit world for sure. Not you...not anything that could ever be on the way”, he mumbled with another sad smile, caressing the side of your stomach before he sighed once more and clenched his jaw uneasily, “There’s no future out here...I gotta accept that.” “In Alexandria, hell I know you’re safe, I know you got a doc when you need one, got shit to fill your stomach”, he chuckled softly as he rose his voice again, trying to lift both of your moods as a small grin slipped into the sad smile,”And I got some gossip at my little window, and that’s better than those fuckin’ dead asshats tryin’ to turn my ass into a snack.” “Are you sure?”, was the first thing to slip out of your lips as you were glancing concerned at him, “I don’t want you to feel like you gotta go back just for me...I don’t want that.” “It’s all fine, Sweetheart. Trust me, it’s fine”, he said the moment your voice hushed, leaving you no space to argue his decision. For another moment, you looked at him, watching his reaction, the glance that was filled with genuineness and muscles that were relaxed, as if he was at peace with his choice.  “And who knows...maybe I get the chance to prove other shit”, he mumbled, tipping in to plant a small kiss on your lips before backing away and capturing your eyes once more, “I’m not givin’ up on our future, just gotta find a different way.” Softly, you nodded, still trying to sort the mess in your head that slowly got less entangled by the relief that washed more and more through your veins. “And at least I got a new leather jacket, knew you were always a sucker for that”, he added with another low chuckle, eliciting to let a soft laugh fall from your lips as well before another voice made you turn around. “Are you ready? Can we go home?”, Judith asked, glancing at you out of a little distance before you gave her a smiling nod and stepped finally out of Negan’s embrace. “Yeah, we can go home”, you said, seeing a small smile growing on her lips as well before she turned around and marched forward, the sheriff hat on her head swinging a little from side to side as it was still way too large before your eyes detached from her and found Negan again. “Everything will work out just fuckin’ fine”, he mumbled, taking his first steps to follow Judith and grasping your hand in the process, engulfing it in his large palm and squeezing it softly, letting you hope that he was right, letting you hope that there was no aftermath to his escape, letting you hope for your future.

part 50 / “Guardians”

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I can't stand this Judith. Not only is she an annoying brat but she also looks nothing like the cutie Judith twins. It's hard for me to have any connection to her when she doesn't look anything like the baby Rick and Michonne lovingly raised. She's like any random dumb kid. Gracie seems more like the twins in both looks and personality. Can't believe they shafted realism in order to make her look and seem like Lori. 😒

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TWD 9x12 GUARDIANS Thoughts

Okay, so I never posted anything on the last episode because I didn't really have many thoughts on it. I felt bad for Lydia and wanted Daryl to adopt her but I also didn’t want to trust her still kinda don’t... That’s about it, ya know?

For this episode, I had a few thoughts that were here and there but honestly, I just keep thinking about how Judith defended Negan and how we had Daryl find a pretty good hunting partner in Connie and how I feel bad for Henry.

First off, on Judith, she reminded me so much of Carl with Rick. Michonne was getting so upset and I wonder if she saw it too.... But Judith is right about one thing. Michonne has changed and people can change... Now do I think Negan has gone completely straight and narrow? Hell to the No. Do I think he has re-evaluated himself and realized he needs to do some changing? Yes. But that doesn’t mean he’s suddenly good. I don’t buy that for a minute... But I can note that Negan didn’t seem to shocked or upset by Michonne’s declaration until he realized Michonne saw Judith outside the window. The window is Negan’s only sane outreach. It gives him something to watch and do. I can tell you that - from my own family members that have served time - being able to look out a window or have yard time was a big motivation for them to stay sane. But those talks with Judith are probably the only thing that keeps Negan... Content? I guess is the word I mean...  It keeps him sane for sure. He used to have talks with Rick. No one else really talks with Negan. Talking and seeing the world... That probably did have some change to Negan. I do believe that. But as for being completely good? Time will tell.

But I wanna talk about what Judith says. “He listens to me”... That’s a powerful line. Negan didn’t treat Carl like a kid. He had to remind himself that Carl WAS still a kid. To him, Carl was just a young man. To Negan, Judith isn’t just some kid. Yeah, he calls her kid but he never really treats her like a child... And for Judith - to any kid - that’s important. Because it’s true. No one really listens to kids. No one really probably listens to Judith. To everyone,. she’s a child - Rick’s daughter, Michonne’s daughter. Not a valuable member to the community. Not the future of ASZ. Not someone BORN into this world... Just a kid. And in the new world, yeah you want kids to be kids... But you can’t just let them not know how to care for themselves. I think that was a problem with Henry. He didn’t get a full balance. He saw things and knew things but he was never really taught things about people and the world. He got to grow as a kid with some skills but he wasn’t really taught what he needed. I don’t blame Carol or Ezekial for that. Henry is a good egg. He’s a kid. He’s running on his heart and in this world that isn’t bad... That’s what Judith is doing. She’s not stupid. She knows Negan isn’t some saint. But she doesn’t believe he’s some monster, that he can’t change or be good or grow. Carl believed that of Negan and I think it is possible but right now? It’s a matter of time and seeing... He came back. Judith is right. Negan has changed like Michonne has changed... But to what extent? That is what we shall see...

Daryl and Connie are cute. I’m sorry, but they are. She makes him look at her. She makes him acknowledge her (mostly because she needs to see his mouth move sure). But she also acknowledges him and adds to his skills. She didn’t need Daryl to tell her that they had caught up to Henry’s last place. She saw that on her own. Which even Daryl seemed surprised but pleased that she could see what he was seeing... Not even Rick could do that. But she did. Beth is the only other person who showed signs of trying to learn what Daryl knew. Connie knows what Daryl knows. Maybe not in the same way that Daryl learned, but they are playing on the fact that being deaf, Connie HAS to rely on other skills to be able to survive as long as she has. Tracking, observing, smells, and etc are what is keeping Connie alive. Things that Daryl had to teach himself at a young age are things Connie HAD to know to make it through the day. They have that in common. Sure it’s for different reasons. But it’s something they know... Now I want Daryl to pick up sign language because that would just be great okay! Another nonverbal way for him to communicate but still have a way to talk to someone when he can’t use his words... That would be cute and good for Daryl...

Also - on another note - where the fuck is Connie at when Daryl shows up and yoinks Henry and Lydia out of the walker feast fest? I don’t see her in the trailer either? Where did she go? Did they split paths? Did she go back to Hilltop?? Confused lol

Henry... Dude has seen some shit now. I feel bad for this kid. A lot of people hate him and I get why. Hell, he pisses me off at times too... But he’s a TEENAGER. Even Carl made dumbass mistakes and almost got himself killed multiple times. He’s a damn kid. Carl was a kid. Kids do dumb things. Adults do dumb things. He’s got a thing for Lydia - he cares about her - and he wants to keep her safe. That’s not a bad thing... But boy he is gonna have nightmares of that decapitation... I certainly would!

I’m sad I have to miss Next week and the live playing of the show, but I will watch it later. Least it’s recording. Thank you direct tv for that feature... But still, it’s gonna irk me to not watch it on the day of or the night of... Ughhh lol.

From the previews, it looks like Daryl is gonna be in for a rough time against Beta...  In the comics, Aaron shoots Beta in the chest while he’s fighting Jesus. In the comic - before the turn - he was a famous basketball player/actor that Aaron and Jesus recognize (which Beta scarily shoots up and says I have no name and then freaking dies like seriously this guy is hard to kill) and so Daryl is in for a hard fight because... He’s not easy to kill.... But it is exciting to see Ryan Hurst get to rock em sock em with Norman lol.

I’m still not seeing where everything is going with this season... We still have a flashback episode to deal with that’s gonna tell us about the X scars on Michonne and Daryl’s back (I believe the episode is even named “Scars”) and we still need to have this fair, which is probably gonna end in everyone being spiked... Yikes.

Ughhhh this season! What is gonna happppeennn!

That’s all I’ve got to say for now... Not much I know but there ya go.