#all just so negan can prove he’s the one that ‘won’ rick is his

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‘you belong to me, right?’

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TWD S11 Predictions - Carol/Daryl focused

disclaimer: i don't know anything. i have no sources. just my predictions, thoughts and wishful thinking based on filming tracking, intuition, some theories, images from the teaser/promo trailers and more wishful thinking!

solely focused on Carol and Daryl's storylines, cause apparently that's all my heart cares about anymore! as a wise person once said (Espy, my positive fairy! if you're reading this, ilysm), our baes need to be dealing with their own issues and demons, separately, while getting some closure with other people, so they can finally move forward together.

so i don't expect many actual caryl scenes in part 1 of s11, but i fully expect them to keep each other in mind, and even make some decisions based on a future they wanna have together even before they resolve the awkward tension between them atm.

imo the perfect caryl arc in 11a would include a lot of emotional encounters, drama, disappearances, fake deaths, torture, tragedy, dog, closure and make up and make out... after the jump....

it appears that Carol and Daryl will be involved in different missions at the start of the season - he will head out with Maggie's group to search for food when they are caught up in a storm and have to hide out in the subway tunnels; while i presume she stays back to defend and help clean up ASZ or goes on her own mission with Kelly and Magna.

Carol, Kelly and Magna end up stumbling upon Connie's journal, a symbol of hope for all of them. they might even decide to search the area for any more signs of Connie. i really want Carol herself to find Connie and bring her back to Kelly. and not cause Carol is a hero who saved Connie, nooooooo cause Connie can save her own self. she is strong, not a damsel in distress. she went through hell but she made it back. i think we will see Connie and what she has been through, however, i don't believe she will reunite with anyone from team family before the MSF (11x08) or even MSP (11x09). no idea who she and Virgil are running from in the trailer - it could either be a whisperer, a stray reaper or just some crazy random motherf*cker they run into.

while Maggie's group are in the tunnels, dog runs off and Daryl goes to search for him, never making it back to the group for some reason. after the storm is over, Maggie and the group search for Daryl but not having been able to find him (?) they just assume he is gone, possibly dead? i don't know why Maggie would give up so easily searching for family, but it seems like her current MO to just leave people behind.

along the way, Carol and Magna will find common ground and actually become besties cause she desperately needs some female friends. please and thank you. they can bond over the hope to find Connie alive and well, or the fact, both of them are currently in a very awkward position with their boos while having no idea where the heck they are.

Daryl probably got separated from the group while escaping a small herd in the tunnels (cue to Daryl's face covered in blood in the woods) and when he finally finds dog, he comes face to face with a masked reaper formerly known to him as Leah. he is shocked to learn she's part of the group that targeted Maggie. Leah is probably bitter Daryl chose his family instead of her a few years ago cause she has no idea he came back for her... so she and her friends take (willingly or not!) Daryl prisoner... possibly torture him and play mind games to gather information on team family.

in the sdcc trailer, there are some very heartbreaking scenes with Carol (and Aaron?), i cannot wait for it. i know it's gonna make me cry so hard and i've been needing Carol/Aaron friendship for years. at the same time, i expect Carol to also have some badass fighting scenes with her daughter-in-law and new bestie, Lydia, and tia Rosita! YES girl power!! people need Carol and she's totally there for them.

Aaron seems to be in a bad place emotionally (possibly something happened to Gracie, or just the fact they lost a lot of people in the whisperers war!) and Carol will be there to urge him not to make the same mistakes she did. hopefully, these 2 can join forces and come up with a masterplan to defeat the reapers.

Daryl being Daryl who always wants to save people even from themselves, tries to convince Leah to change sides, join team family, or convince her own family to leave his family alone. he's unsuccessful and when Daryl tries to escape, setting the whole place on fire and killing a few men on his way out of the reapers compound, Leah threatens to harm dog. cause why not? she obvi loves nothing or no one! they take Daryl back to another cell, and dog manages to escape.

meanwhile, Maggie's group returns to ASZ, where they tell Carol they believe Daryl is lost or dead. please give me all the angst that comes with Carol thinking she may have lost Daryl forever! she has been pretty committed to the group and rebuilding their home, but i believe her first instinct will be to run, to leave... TO FIND DARYL!!! cause no way in hell would Carol just accept he's gone unless she sees it with her own eyes.

WELL in true 'if you can't beat them, then join them' fashion, after a few brainwashing sessions with Leah, Daryl tells her all about the note (FIND ME) he left for her at the cabin, how he knows he made the wrong decision then, declares his loyalty to her and joins the reapers...

dog arrives at ASZ just as Carol is about to leave to search for Daryl. good boy always comes back home to mama and together they will find and save dada. (bear with me! from now on i'll be totally running wild with my wishful thinking... it will pretty much read like some fanfic plot!)

Daryl keeps trying to fit in with the reapers group, but he's only taking a page from Carol's undercover book - fake it till you make it + destroy them from the inside. what he doesn't know is that Leah and her new/old bf (Pope!?) have been planning an attack on ASZ behind his back. they simply let him know, this is his chance to prove himself to the reapers. he has to go along with the plan (or DIE!), but he hopes to be Alexandrians' inside man, helping them protect their family at all costs (ironically, exactly what Negan did when he joined the whisperers and they attacked Hilltop... just not the same motivation! i guess Carol wasn't so wrong about Negan after all!)

at night, Daryl puts on his reaper costume and they head to ASZ. reapers learned the location of the place by tracking dog. the plan was much bigger and more explosive than Daryl expected, the reapers destroy a big part of ASZ brand new rebuilt wall and set fire to a bunch of houses and the mill before Daryl can even react.

Alexandrians and reapers fight as Daryl sneaks out to lead the kids to safety. he finds Maggie, asks for Carol, and is glad she is out there looking for him, relatively safe, rather than around to fight and watch ASZ fall.

while out looking for Daryl, Carol hears the explosions, sees the fire and she and dog return to ASZ as fast as they can. they are greeted by Leah at what used to be front gate...

i realize this is getting extremely long, so i'll just say that i absolutely don't want Carol to have anything to do with Leah's possible imminent death. i don't want that guilt on her conscience, and i don't want her to feel like Leah is just another person she took from Daryl (like Connie!). i don't even want Leah to die! unless she's trying to hurt or kill Daryl.

somehow i think it would be a good twist, if for a quick second Carol thought Daryl had betrayed them and joined the reapers for Leah. of course, Carol knows better. SHE KNOWS DARYL. he would never, but for a brief panicked moment, it would be good to see her react to that. i can only imagine the pain in her eyes. but she also trusts Daryl with her life.

we have no idea what Leah knows about Carol, but i'd like the pocketknife Daryl regifted to come back. how would Leah react? likely angry to see another woman with something that was hers. i want to believe Daryl would never tell Leah anything about Carol because she is just too important and too personal to share. but maybe Leah can tell there was someone else !? who knows.

i just want it to be completely clear Daryl is done with that part of his past. Daryl is not alone and lost in the woods anymore without his brother Rick and his bestie Carol. ever since Carol brought him back, Daryl has acted like he knows exactly what he wants and he's done playing games. and what he wants is not Leah or Connie. he wants for ALL his family to be safe and happy, and he wants to run away with Carol and see the world. AND i want both Carol and Daryl to feel free to be free and live freely.

as for the make up and make out part... (that's saved for 11b, hopefully!)

team family won, most of the reapers are dead, except for Leah. Daryl (with Carol's nod of approval!) decides to spare her, gives her some supplies and tells her to get lost. at the same time, Eugene arrives with the troopers from CommonWealth to help with the whisperer war. WHOOPS. 2 wars, 2 late, bruh! but the group leaves to join the good people at CW.

Carol and Daryl have a very long conversation about everything that happened and what they have been feeling. Daryl telling her exactly why he was so mad at her (she kept leaving, can't commit!), her actions (almost getting herself killed!) since Henry's death and how he needs her in his life. no matter how she sees herself or whether she thinks she's worthy or not, he just wants her to be there next to him for whatever is to come.

plus Carol realizing she needed to get closer and let people in without fear, not give up hope and actually fight for a better future for herself. and finally, admitting to Daryl that it was horrible to think he might've been gone forever, promising to never make him feel the way she felt. basically, a promise to never ever leave him again (cue to making out!)

[walkerwords]

“The Savior Sessions” Part 26 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: AMC

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: Sickness is spreading in Alexandria, the reader searches for their lost love, and Negan meets the silent enemy.

Word Count: 4433

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of Blood

Song I Wrote To: “In This Shirt” by The Irrepressibles

Note: I am getting really excited about the final few parts of this! However, we have a bit to go! All official dialog is property of AMC and Skybound. 

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Negan really hated Beta and he hadn’t said more than three words since they crossed paths. 

After crossing into the Whisperer’s territory, Beta had fallen upon Negan quickly, disarming and blindfolding him. Negan wasn’t sure if the giant man was going to kill him, so he kept talking in hopes that the Beta would take him to the Alpha to decide his fate.

“Look, man, I have spent the last eight fuckin’ years locked up by your enemy,” Negan said. “I want them dead as much as you do, hell, probably even more. Their old leader fucked me up good once upon a time ago and I haven’t been in a very forgiving mindset since. You take me to your Alpha and I will spill every goddamn secret I know about those fuckers and beyond.”

“Too much noise,” Beta snarled at him.

“Right, you people are all about the whole vow of silence thing,” Negan said in a mock whisper. “I get it, it’s freaky as shit, but I get it.”

“I should just slit your throat and be done with it,” said Beta.

“Been there, done that,” Negan said. “It didn’t stick.” Even behind the blindfold Negan figured Beta was reaching for the knives on his belt. He wouldn’t blame him if he did want to kill him.

Negan had only been back in “I am Negan” mode for all of twelve hours and he had already started to hate himself for it. However, he had a job to do and this was the first step in doing so.

“The Alpha will decide your fate,” Beta said as the Whisperers who had hold of Negan pushed him forward. 

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Negan said. Beta whirled on him, ripping down the blindfold and Negan cringed at the sight of the man in the mask. Beta then shoved the cloth into Negan’s mouth tightly.

“Stop talking,” Beta ordered. Negan glared back at him and it was then that he could see what you must have seen as Beta stood above you with his hand on your throat. The thought of that, the thought of that monster’s hand on the person he loved, kept Negan on his feet and walking forward. He knew that you wanted to kill Beta, but Negan was starting to think that if you didn’t do it soon, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. 

Beta dragged him through the woods and when they came across the main camp, Negan relaxed further, slipped on a cocky smile, and started to plan. 

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You and Carol were walking through the woods, both of you scanning for your respective targets.

You knew that she was looking for the horde and you didn’t care. All you wanted was to find Negan and if walking aimlessly around offered you some sort of clue, then you were going to do it. Daryl had tried to accompany her that morning, but you had stepped in and offered to go instead. Daryl was clearly worried about her, but you knew that she didn’t want comfort, she just wanted to work and find Alpha. 

You were more than willing to give that to her. 

That morning as you were getting ready to head out, you had stumbled across one of your emergency packs. You had begun to stash them around the house in case you had to leave suddenly with Negan. All three were accounted for which told you that he hadn’t even bothered to find one before he left. This only proved your theory that something was wrong and that he didn’t just leave.

On top of everything else, Aaron was now in contact with one of Alpha’s people. They called her Gamma and you didn’t like that he was speaking to her. If you had it your way, Gamma would be bleeding at your feet and not playing “frenemy”. 

“I can see your wheels turning,” Carol said as you walked beside her. Your sword was swinging on your hip as her bow was level in her hand. 

“I don’t think they’ve stopped since the world ended,” you said with a sigh.  Carol nodded in agreement. “Can we be honest with each other, Peletier?” you asked. 

“Always,” Carol said, snorting as you used her last name, something you always did when you first met her. 

“I think we both know that we’re out here for different reasons,” you said. 

“You always were the smart one,” Carol said. She then stopped walking and turned to you. “Are you going to tell me to back down?”

“I won’t tell you to stop hunting Alpha as long as you don’t stop me from taking out Beta.”

“He’s in your crosshairs, huh?” she said, continuing to walk. 

“I don’t know why he’s gotten under my skin, Carol. I do know that that motherfucker is going to die by my hand even if I have to bite his damn jugular out.” 

“Okay, Rick,” Carol said with a knowing look. 

“Michonne told you that story too?”

“I think everyone’s heard it,” Carol said. 

“I miss him so much,” you sighed as you climbed over a fallen tree. 

“What do you think he’d do if he was here?” Carol asked. 

“I think he would have shot Alpha the second she showed up at Hilltop.”

“I agree,” Carol said. “I feel like we’re running around with our heads cut off without him in this war.” 

“Maybe we can learn something from the past. We won the last war, I don’t know why this one would be any different.”

“Negan wasn't evil,” Carol said. This stunned you for a moment and Carol caught onto it. “Surprised to hear me defend him?” 

“A bit,” you admitted. 

“You remember my husband?” 

“Ed?” you asked. “How could I forget?” Carol’s dead husband was an abusive asshole that deserved what he got. You remembered how Shane was ready to throttle him and you were willing to help. Lori was the one to calm the both of you down before you murdered him. However, you knew that Shane had always been right about him. 

“My husband didn’t care about me or our daughter. Ed was a horrible human being who preyed on the weak. Alpha is the same way. She doesn’t care who she hurts and she is willing to kill women, children, and anyone to get what she wants. Negan...he had a code. I don’t know if that makes up for all the things he did, but in my book, he’s a better person than Ed or Alpha.”

“I wish more people shared those thoughts,” you said. 

“I can tell that you love him,” she said. “I can see it on your face and in your eyes. He’s...I guess he’s your sanctuary.”

“Is it wrong that I feel guilty for that?”

“For loving him?” she asked and you nodded. “No, (Y/N), it’s not wrong. I also want you to know that it's okay, no matter who it is.” 

“Ezekiel said the same thing,” you said. Carol smiled at that. You didn’t know exactly what had happened between her and the King, but you knew they weren’t speaking as much and you figured they weren’t even together at all.

It wasn’t odd when parents broke up after the death of a child. You had seen it enough when you were a teacher. Carol was strong, but you did worry about Ezekiel. 

“What’s your opinion on him, Carol?” you asked after a moment. 

“On Negan?” she asked and you nodded. “Well, I am never going to forgive him for Glenn or Abraham, but I see that he’s changed. I know that he cared about Carl, and in his own way, respected Rick. I also know that he would never lay his hand on a child or a woman and if it came down to it, he would die for Judith. I think that regardless of what he’s done, at least we know he knows how to be a good man even if he hasn’t always been one.” 

Nodding, you tried to keep your emotions in check, but the tears came quickly. You hunched over, feeling a loss and Carol grabbed you into her arms. 

“I have no doubt he will come home to you,” she whispered. “Do not lose faith, my friend.” 

“I need him,” you choked out. 

“I know, honey,” Carol said. “I know.” 

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You broke off from Carol not that long after her words of comfort. 

Needing to be alone, you began the trek towards Hilltop. You weren’t exactly sure what you were looking for, but perhaps if you saw it you would know. Carol had mentioned that she wasn’t just looking for Alpha, but the horde as well. Daryl had seen it when Alpha had taken him to the cliff edge. The Whisperers had the largest weapon you could ever imagine and if they decided to use it, you weren’t sure many would survive. 

However, you had your own weapon. That is if you could find him. Thinking back to the first day that you had spoken to Negan in his cell, Michonne had said that Alexandria could use him. Not just for a mental punching bag, but because he had run a community unchallenged for years. The Sanctuary, while it was a symbol of hate for Alexandria and the others, it was still proof that some people were born to be in power. Negan was the best shot you had at getting into Beta’s head. The only problem was that Negan may not want to help, not when he had come so far to become a better man.

“And now I’m the one wanting to make him relive that past life,” you muttered as you moved through the trees. 

“Talking to yourself? Never a good sign,” a voice said. You recognized it immediately, turning towards the young woman who stepped around a tree. Enid leaned against the trunk, her knife on her hip and a large button-up around her shoulders. You recognized it as one of Alden’s shirts. 

“I think a little insanity is healthy,” you offered, causing Enid to smile a bit. “How are you?” you asked. 

“I’m getting there,” she admitted. You hadn’t spoken to her much since the fair. Here and there you would check-in, but you had been caught in Negan for months. That guilty feeling returned. “What are you doing out here?” she asked. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said. 

“I needed to get out before Alden wrapped me in plastic wrap.”

“He’s become a helicopter boyfriend?” you guessed, continuing to walk. Enid fell into step next to you. 

“That’s a nice way of putting it,” she grumbled. 

“Alden is just worried about you,” you said. “Rosita and Gabriel are doing the same with Siddiq.”

“Is he doing okay?”

“He’s been distracted with his daughter and I think that’s helping. Rosita says that he isn’t sleeping though,” you said. 

“Neither am I,” Enid said. “I can’t get the look of Tara’s face out of my head. Seeing her die and then what they did with her body…” You reached out and took her hand in yours.

“I am so sorry you had to see that,” you said. 

“I’ve seen people die before, but that… that wasn’t human, (Y/N),” Enid said. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without the nightmares.” 

“I wish I could do something to help you,” you said. 

“You are, you’re talking to me and you’re still looking for the Whisperers,” she said. “That’s why you’re out here, right?” You paused, trying not to fully lie. 

“Right,” you said, but Enid could see right through it. 

“Or are you looking for Negan?”

“Can’t I do both?” you asked. Enid shrugged. Negan was a rough subject with Enid. He had killed Glenn who had become like a father to Enid in some ways. He had taken care of her when she didn’t think anyone wanted her around. When he was taken away from her, Enid had taken over as caretaker for Maggie and you knew that Negan wasn’t winning any popularity contests with the young woman. 

“How do you know he’s actually changed?” Enid asked, surprising you. 

“Everyone keeps asking me that,” you said with a sigh. “I don’t think it’s something I can just explain. It’s something you have to see.” 

“Why do you think he’s changed?” Enid asked. 

“Because he had to and because he wanted to,” you said without a second of hesitation. “Negan wasn’t always who we met all those years ago.”

“I wonder what changed.”

“His wife died and the world ended,” you said. “Some people are built for this kind of world, others have to adapt and change with it in order to survive.” 

“So, you’re saying that the end of the world turned him into a killer?” 

“It’s turned us all into killers, Enid,” you reminded her. Enid was quiet for a moment before she continued. 

“Alden once told me a story about him,” she began. “Alden wasn’t always with Negan, he usually just stayed at the outposts, but one day Negan went to visit. They all went out in search of people or supplies and they found a small family. It was a husband, his wife, and their two teenagers. Twins, I think. Alden thought that Negan was going to recruit the man to be a Savior and take care of the teens and the wife.”

“Did he?” you asked. Enid shook her head. 

“Alden said that Negan...switched when he noticed something. It wasn’t until he got closer that he saw what Negan did. The wife was covered in bruises, the kids too. These weren’t the normal ones you would get from running from Walkers either.”

“He was beating them,” you concluded. 

“Negan gave the man one chance to admit what he had done. I guess the husband drew a gun on his family, threatening to kill them. Negan ordered Alden and some other Saviors to grab the kids and keep them safe as he dealt with the parents. The wife began to beg Negan for help and that’s when Negan tackled the husband, knocking him out cold.” 

“Did he kill him?” 

“He didn’t have to,” Enid said. “The son of a bitch had gotten bit and was going to turn and then turn his family. Some sort of sick ‘together forever’ type thing. Negan got the family into the Sanctuary and kept them safe. The mom died about a year later from a respiratory infection.”

“And the twins?”

“Alden doesn’t know. They were around fifteen or so. Maybe they left, maybe Negan got them set up somewhere else, I don’t know. I just know their names: Adam and Olivia. I like to think they made it and they’re out there somewhere.”

“Why did Alden tell you this?”

“I think he was trying to convince me that not everything the Saviors did was bad,” she said. “I think he’s still worried that I see him as an enemy, but I never did. At least not since he helped us win the war.” 

“I wish I could say the same about my own Savior,” you sighed. 

“Can’t you?” she asked. 

“Enid, we both know that Negan and Alden are two very different people with very different situations,” you said. 

“True, but that doesn’t mean Negan hasn’t done his fair share of good. Daryl told me about Judith, all the times he’s saved her. Maybe he’s not lost after all.”

“You sound like Carl,” you complimented. Enid gave you a small smile at that. 

“I know that he would be completely on board with you and Negan,” she said. “I also know that he would be by your side right now looking for him.” 

“Negan wouldn’t have left if Carl was still here,” you said. 

“Why are you so sure that he left?” 

“Are you suggesting somebody kidnapped my boyfriend?” you asked, raising your brows. 

“Stranger things have happened,” she offered. 

“Your wisdom is very… Greene,” you said. 

“Well, Maggie did help me see this world differently. I think we could all use a little Rhee/Greene wisdom right now.”

“If you find some,” you said. “Pass it along alright?”

“You got it,” Enid said. Bumping her shoulder with your own, you took a deep breath. 

“I can’t imagine what she would think about me right now, En,” you said. “I can’t imagine the betrayal she would feel.” 

“(Y/N), listen to me,” Enid said. “We spend too much time thinking about what others would think instead of just being in the moment with the people around us. I lost my best friends to Alpha and I lost a piece of myself, but I still have Alden. I still have that person who loves me unconditionally. I think that is more important right now.” 

“I can’t stop the guilt,” you whispered. 

“(Y/N), you’ve lost too much to feel guilty for loving someone,” she said. Enid then continued on, letting you absorb her words. The sheer fact that Enid was saying these things to you made you even more confused. It began to make you wonder if your friends were actually coming around to the idea of Negan being a part of the community or if they were just worried for your sanity. 

If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know which was worse. 

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When you returned to Alexandria, you found that Siddiq and Dante were being overwhelmed. 

“What’s going on?” you asked as you walked into Rosita’s house. 

“I don’t know,” Siddiq said, “it looks like some kind of bug is going around.”

“Are you feelin’ okay, Doc?” you asked, reaching to feel his forehead, but he swatted your hand away. 

“I’m fine, but Ro is on bed rest for the time being. I’ve been trying to get her to sleep, but Coco is keepin’ her up as usual.”

“I will talk to her,” you said. “Go check on the rest of your patients before Dante passes out from exhaustion.” 

“Will do,” he said. 

“Hey, where’s Daryl? I didn’t see him when I came in,” you said. 

“I think he went out after Carol,” Siddiq said. With a roll of your eyes, you nodded. Of course, he did. 

As Siddiq went to go check on the others, you headed into Rosita’s room. “Alright, Ma’am, gimme the kid, I need baby time,” you said, reaching for the little girl. Rosita handed her to you without a question, sinking back into her pillows. 

She did look pale and tired and you knew that she knew she should be resting. However, she was trying to be supermom. You respected that, but you also needed your friend to sleep. Sitting down in the armchair by the bed, you held Coco close to your chest, gently rubbing her back. 

“Find him?” Rosita asked. 

“Not yet,” you whispered, resting your eyes. “I did run into Enid, though.”

“Is she doing any better than Siddiq?” she asked. 

“Not really,” you said. “She’s having nightmares.”

“So is he,” Rosita sighed. “I’m worried about him.”

“I know, I am too,” you said. Siddiq was always the voice of reason. He reminded you a lot of Herschel. It was no wonder that Carl saw the kindness in him as soon as he met him. 

“(Y/N), about Negan,” Rosita began, but you shook your head. 

“I can’t right now,” you said. “People have been giving their opinion on him since we got home from the fair and even more so now that he’s gone. I just need to sit here and hold your girl so you can get better. Please.”

“Okay,” Rosita whispered, curling into her side so she always had eyes on Coco.

“Rest, mama,” you said. “You need it and I got her.”

“Thanks,” Rosita whispered as her eyes fell closed.

“Any time, Ro,” you said as he pressed a kiss to Coco’s forehead and settled into the chair, propping your feet up on the bed. It didn’t take long for you to relax and for the little Espinosa to fall asleep. As you set there, you focused on the small breaths of the baby and wished for a miracle. 

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From gravedigger to pig hunter, Negan was not having a good day. 

He was especially missing you and following the skins around all day was starting to give him a headache. The only thing that was keeping him going was a trinket that was tucked into his pocket. It was something he had taken from your house the last time he had been there. It was a small marble that you kept on the mantle of your fireplace. You had told him that you had found it the first time you visited the Kingdom. It was black and white which reminded him of you and him. 

He wondered if you had even noticed it was missing. Though, he figured that you were beyond pissed right now and a missing marble wouldn’t exactly mean much. Rubbing his thumb over the smooth token, he continued to follow the asshole in front of him. 

He and Beta were butting heads at every chance they got. He knew that the bastard didn’t like him, but he didn’t really give a shit. He wasn’t there to make friends with him. He just wanted the damn Alpha. However, that was proving to be a bit of a problem. 

Beta was testing him and he hated every second of it. Beta, however, seemed to be enjoying himself as he tortured, tested, and talked down to Negan. The latter had been around assholes his entire life and while Beta was a dick, when it came to being scary, he didn’t even touch Rick Grimes. Although, at least Rick would actually talk to him. 

“I just don’t see the point in all of this,” Negan said as Beta led him through the dark woods. Beta just continued to ignore him. Negan had been playing Whisperer custodian all day and he was tired of it. Now, Beta had him wandering through the dark for some reason and Negan was already annoyed. 

“Clearly,” Negan continued, “we are not jivin'. And, you know, to be honest with you, I totally understand the position you're in. You gotta be, like, the tough guy and keep everybody in line. I mean, hell, you know, I had guys just like you to keep my shit tight. Alright, maybe not just like you.” 

Beta’s jaw clenched, but Negan went on. “Uh, hell, if I had some monster your size, things would've turned out different. For one, I wouldn’t be lacking as much Vitamin D.” Beta didn’t get the joke. “Look, whether you like me or not, I will be joinin' this team, so maybe we should find a way to get along, you know, and stop pissin' on each other's boots.”

“You will never be one of us,” Beta sneered, getting into Negan’s face. “You’re too loud, too weak, too full of ego.”

“Some people like my damn ego,” Negan offered. 

“You are a waste, and Alpha will see it.”

“So, cards on the table, then? Cool. I dig that. See, I'm not here for you. I am here for Alpha. So, you go ahead, and you throw your little tests at me and you scowl and throw me on the ground like a five-and-dime Frankenstein. I don't give a shit,” Negan shot back. “See, big man, I ain't goin' anywhere.” Beta stopped walking and properly faced his antagonizer.

“Finally, something we can both agree on. You won't be going anywhere,” Beta said as the growls of Walkers echoed around them. The Dead stumbled towards them and Negan, who was weaponless, only got more pissed.

“Wait a minute. Did you just make a Goddamn joke? I would be impressed if I wasn't so pissed off right now,” he said. Beta then shoved him back towards the Walkers as he faded into the shadows, leaving Negan to the Dead. With a grunt, Negan turned to face his rotting enemies. “Oh, you have got to be shittin' me.”

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Negan was covered in blood and the smell of rotting flesh, but he was alive. 

And he was pissed. 

Negan had fought for years. He knew how to kill in all sorts of ways and he knew how to kill Walkers. However, being thrown into that small herd with nothing but his bare fists had nearly killed him. The only thing that kept him going was you. 

He thought back to the training sessions, you, Lydia, and he had done in the living room of your home. The hand-to-hand and weapons training was important, but then there was what Lydia had brought to the table. The number one thing that her mother had taught her was how to improvise in a dire situation. Anything could be a weapon and only you were the one capable of getting yourself away from death. 

Negan had ducked and pushed his way through the Walkers, dodging their teeth and hands the best he could. When he spotted the fallen branch on the ground, he had laughed and picked it up. It wasn’t Lucille, but it would do. As he faced down the Walkers in front of him, he grinned. 

“Lydia, give me strength,” he whispered as he swung. 

Now, as every Walker was in pieces and he was drenched in blood, he strutted back into camp. Just as Beta was explaining to Alpha that Negan was dead, he made his appearance. 

“I'm ready for my Goddamn skin suit!” he announced as he walked between Whisperers, the branch on his shoulder. “You best bring that extra-long tape measure on account of my humongous balls.” He spotted Alpha immediately. She was looking at him with curiosity and as much as he hated to admit it, Lydia had had that same look when she first met him. 

Approaching the Alpha, he dropped the makeshift weapon and dropped to his knee in front of her. Alpha looked at him as if he was prey, but he didn’t back down. 

“Hi, I'm Negan,” he said with a cocky grin. “We haven't formally met, but I sure as hell know who you are. And whether my reputation precedes me or not, I'm all in.” Alpha reached out and pulled a piece of flesh off his shoulder. “Whatever you want, whatever I got, it's yours.”

Alpha leaned forward then and placed a finger on her lips. “Shh,” she said and Negan just grinned back, knowing he had cast the line, all she had to do was bite.

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[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

When You’re Gone - Negan

Fic #3 of the Mamma Mia! Prompts! Song: SOS

Pairing: Negan x Reader Word Count: 2,069 Synopsis: The reader left Negan because of his dark ways, but now he says he’s changed.  A/N: I haven’t watched like any of the new season, so I’m just making some of this up lol.

The light of day woke Negan up in his new home in Alexandria, making him roll away from the window. The space next to him was empty, just as it had been for the last year. This time, however, he wasn’t waking up in an empty jail cell. He was starting to adjust to his regular life in Alexandria; he was contributing to the group and beginning to get fewer dirty looks from the rest of the citizens. 

He didn’t care what they thought of him, except that their image of him only further tarnished the way you thought about him.

It had been a year since Negan lost to Rick. He had been thrown into a cell and had all of his power stripped from him, but the worst of it was the fact that you left him, too. You had been by his side through all of this, but when Rick won, you had to decide whether you wanted to be thrown in a cell, too, or leave him.

You made the hard choice and decided to leave him, and within a month, you realized how demented Negan’s ways had been. You came to visit him the first and last time and told him that you were over. 

Since reintegrating himself back into society, he only saw you a few times. You stayed as far away from him as you could, and when you couldn’t avoid being near him, you stayed silent. He was hoping to prove to you that he had really done some thinking in his cell and that he was ready to change. 

He got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, fixing himself a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs. Just as he was sitting down to eat, knocking came from his door. 

“Ah, Michonne, what can I do for you on this fine morning?”

“I need you to go on a scouting mission. A group went out earlier and never returned. I want to know why.”

“Are you finally giving me a weapon?”

“Yes.”

“You trust me?”

“I don’t have to trust you. I’m only giving you a handgun. I’ll cut you down before you get the chance to use it against anyone. Besides, you won’t be alone on this mission. Your partner will make sure to keep you in line.”

“And who is this lucky partner?” he asked with a smirk. Michonne smirked back, making Negan drop his own. “Who is it?”

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“I can’t believe you agreed to this,” Negan mused as the two of you walked through the woods. You rolled your eyes and kept walking, trying to keep your mind focused on the mission at hand, and not the man behind you giving you bedroom eyes. 

“I didn’t agree to you, I agreed to the job. Michonne said you’d be the only one up to it.”

“Why did she say that?” he asked, stepping next to you. You glared up at him which only made him laugh. 

“She said that you’re desperate to win back in our good graces,” you mocked.

“I thought that would make you happy.”

“You may have tricked Michonne into thinking you’ve changed, but I know you better than that.”

“I know, you knew me real well.”

“You’d think that a year in prison would make you mature a little, but I guess not,” you said as you peered through the forest.

“Can’t change my sense of humor,” he said, grabbing onto your waist and spinning you round to face him. You pushed him away gently, touching him for the first time. He looked down at your hand for a moment, smiling. “But I have changed, Y/N,” he said seriously.

“Because you didn’t have a choice.”

“That’s still change, baby.” You rolled your eyes and walked away from him, determined to keep this mission on track. The sooner you found out what happened to your friends, the sooner you could get back home and back to ignoring Negan.

“Come on,” you called.

“Where are those happy days? They seem so hard to find.”

“What?” you scoffed, spinning back around.

“I try to reach for you but you have closed your mind.” You rolled your eyes again and turned back around. “What ever happened to our love? I wish I understood. It used to be so nice, it used to be so good.”

“It wasn’t good. You murdered and controlled people for years, just to get your dick up.” 

“Hey, hey, come on now,” he said, running to catch up with you, “I don’t need that to get my dick up.”

“Please don’t make me roll my eyes again,” you complained. Negan laughed, biting his lip. He always loved a challenge. “Michonne said the group was looking for supplies near the Sanctuary.”

“It’s overrun with walkers.”

“I know, but she still wants us to check what happened. If they got bit, we report back, if another group is out there,” you trailed off, “We report that, too.”

“What if you and I get back together?” he asked huskily.

“Fuck off,” you groaned, walking away from him.

“Come on, can’t we at least talk about us? It’s still a long walk.”

“There’s nothing more to say.”

“You haven’t really said much, darling,” he teased. You took in a deep breath and slowed so he could catch up. 

“I told you months ago. We’re over. The way you controlled those people was horrible. I can barely forgive myself for standing by you for so long, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive you for doing all of it.”

“I know, but I’m not that man anymore.”

“Are you saying that you aren’t Negan?” you asked, smirking slightly. He smiled back, stepping closer. “Negan.”

“I’m not who I was before. I really have changed. Let me prove it to you.”

“How?” you asked quietly.

“By being on this trip. I didn’t have to come out here.”

“If you didn’t Michonne would have thrown you back in your cell.”

“Nevertheless, I’m here, and I’m determined to get your friends back.” You looked at him seriously, raising a single eyebrow. 

“Well, that would be a start.” He smirked and nodded his head before starting to walk again. You hadn’t even realized you stopped, or that you had stood so close to him. You took a calming breath to regain your composure and followed him. It was still a long walk to the Sanctuary, and there was no way you were going to let him convince you back into bed with him. 

You walked in silence for the next half hour, until you got closer to the Sanctuary. You must have been miles away, but even from here, you could hear the moans of the walkers.

“Wait here. I’ll go look ahead and see what we’re up against.” He walked off, leaving you truly alone with your thoughts.

“You seem so far away, though you are standing near,” you said to yourself, “You made me feel alive, but something died I fear. I really tried to make it out. I wish I understood. What happened to our love, it used to be so good.”

“You say something?” he asked, breaking you from your thoughts. You shook your head and looked at him. He didn’t believe you, you could see it in his eyes, but you weren’t going to explain yourself. You still had to convince yourself that you weren’t still in love with him before you could talk to him at all. 

“What did you find?”

“A set of footprints. I think it was your friends.”

“Really?” you asked, jogging to catch up to him. 

“Come on.” You followed after him for the next ten minutes, not talking as you ran. He seemed to know where he was going, which concerned you, until you realized you knew where he was going, too. The tracks were leading you to a cabin just outside of the Sanctuary, where you and Negan had spent more than a few nights together. It was nothing romantic, but it was private and well stocked. If your friends made it there, they should still be safe. 

Once it appeared in your line of sight, Negan touched your forearm. He looked into your eyes, silently asking if you wanted to do this. You had taken out a handful of walkers on your way, you didn’t know what you might find inside.

“If I need help, I’ll call out S.O.S, okay?” you asked with a smirk.

“Alright. I’ll be watching your six.”

“Oh, I know you will.”

You stepped carefully into the cabin, calling out as you opened the door. Instantly, three guns were pointed at your face. You held up your hands, looking into the eyes of your friends.

“Y/N,” they said, dropping their weapons. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you all still doing here?”

“Albert went beyond the cabin, hoping to find more supplies. We’ve been waiting for him to come back before we come home.”

“Where is he?” you asked.

“Uh, Y/N?” Negan called, turning your attention back to the woods. You didn’t need to question where Albert had gone anymore. Ten walkers were coming up on your group, with a zombified Albert leading the group.

“We’ve got to go,” you said, glancing back at the group. They nodded and you all raised your weapons. Behind Albert’s group of walkers, you saw another, larger group coming. 

“S.O.S,” Negan called. You laughed quickly, glancing around for the best way out. You pointed to your left and led them away from the slow walking killers. 

“Ah!” Just as you thought you were getting away, one of your friends tripped over a tree stump and had lodged their foot underneath a branch. 

“Shit,” you muttered, turning back around.

“No,” Negan called, “Keep going!”

“I’m not leaving him!”

“Go!” You knew you didn’t have another choice. Your friends didn’t know their way back like you did. 

“Come on,” you called to your friends as they started to slow. You gave Negan a meaningful look before continuing on the retreat. Finally, you got far enough away that you didn’t hear the walkers anymore. You instructed them all to take a break, as you looked around for any sign of Negan or your fallen friend.

“You’re wasting your time,” Hilary said, shaking her head.

“What?”

“Bruce is gone. Negan left him to die. That’s who he is.” You opened your mouth to argue, but knew it was hopeless. She was probably right.

“Have you no faith?” You whipped your head around for what felt like the hundredth time that day, and saw Negan walking up, supporting Bruce. 

“Bruce!” Hilary cried, running up to embrace him.

“You saved him,” you said, dumbfounded.

“I told you, I’ve changed.”

“I guess you have,” you said, looking him up and down.

“Can we get back to Alexandria?” Finn asked. “We’re still not safe out here.”

“He’s right,” you said, smiling gently at Negan.

“Yeah, let’s get going.”

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More knocks came from Negan’s door as he was preparing dinner for himself. He groaned as he went to open it, but changed his demeanor when he saw who it was.

“Hey,” you said awkwardly.

“Hey.”

“Mind if I come in?”

“No, of course not,” he said, waving you in. “Want something to eat?”

“No, I just came to thank you for what you did. For helping me find them, saving Bruce. It was really nice to see you like that.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer to you, “It’s nice to see me all the time.”

“Ah, so you haven’t changed completely.”

“No, but I’m trying.”

“I know.” You sighed, “I have missed you.”

“Good, I’ve missed you, too,” he said, putting his hands on your waist. You promised yourself you weren’t going to fall for him again, but if you hadn’t ever stopped loving him, was it really falling for him again? 

“I’ve missed you, too. When you’re gone, how can I even try to move on? Although I tried, how can I carry on?”

“Shut up and kiss me,” he said, tilting your chin up. You kissed him, and the moment you did, his grip on your waist tightened. You wrapped your arms him, deepening the kiss, realizing that you had never stopped loving him. If he was willing to change, you were willing to stand by him again.

[venactricisfics]

Connection

Negan X OC, Smut, Oral, Negan-like language. 

Prior Parts: Unexpected  What’s Life without a Little Risk Unbelievable 

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“When you go out there keep your mouth shut and just go along,” Laura says going through the rules of pick ups. “There’s fucked up shit that happens on the road. If it needs to happen just let it. Negan’s calling the shots. His word is the rule. Arat’s his number two today.”

“Do what he tells me no question, got it. Why aren’t you joining the pick up crew today?” I holster my gun and glance up at her hoping I wasn’t fucking everything up by tagging along.

“Simon has us setting up the outpost again. Hoping I get to be the head bitch in charge out there for once,” she laughs.

“Good luck with that,” I pull my hair back in a ponytail, “Anything I should keep an eye out for you?”

“I’m good. I gotta list of shit Carson is looking for. Just remember those assholes are the ones that killed Paula, Michelle, Donnie and Primo. They will try to convince you to help them. You look sweet so they’ll try. Just be careful,” she gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Alright?”

“I will, and you too. But you know Simon better than me,” I give her a grin.

“You know as well as I do how that itch needs to be scratched. You better get a move on.”

“I know, I don’t want to get left behind,” I head down the hallway and out the factory doors.

“Well hello to you,” I try to hide my smile at the sing songy voice of Negan’s as I step out. “Can’t get enough of me huh, sweetheart?”

“That and I’m coming along,” I glance up at him.

“Well, that tickles the shit outta me. I always wanted a little road head when I go to these things,” he smirks.

“You’re making me regret ever sucking your dick,” I respond.

“Guys are all ready to go, boss,” Arat says from behind me. My face turns a bright shade of red. I didn’t want anyone really to know that Negan and I were. Did. Hell, I don’t know what we are but I wasn’t ready for the entire Sanctuary to know.

“Don’t be silly,” he drapes his arm around my shoulders leading me in the direction of the truck, “we both know how much you loved sucking my dick.” He looks out over the group after sliding the truck door open for me, “Let’s head the fuck out.”

His words did little to change the color of my face back to its natural state but I was glad to find a seat in the back, behind the drivers, so I could regain a small piece of my dignity. “How is anyone gonna respect me if you keep telling them how good I suck dick?”

“That is a damn fucking fantastic skill, I couldn’t do it,” he chuckles, “I respect the shit out of you.” I grip the back of Arat’s seat as the truck lunges forward. “Do you respect her, Arat?”

She glances at me in her rearview.  Ninety percent of my interactions with her were strictly business. She is fierce. And fiercely loyal to Negan.

“I’ll let you know after today,” she offers me a slight smile, “I don’t have a use for her dick sucking skills.”

“Thanks,” I lean back in my seat as the road becomes steadier, quieter.  Giving me a chance to think. Or almost before Negan’s voice chimes in again.

“You should be in the lounge letting me take fucking care of you and not out here doing the fucking hot as hell work. I only do it cause I know the bullshit brigade feels more confident when I am at the fucking helm.”

I narrow my eyes at him curiously, “You asking me to be one of your wives? Cause if you are there’s no fucking way.”

“Well, actually I the fuck I was. Why wouldn’t you want to be in the lap of luxury letting your loving husband,” he gestures to himself, “take care of your every need?”

“Look, I like fucking you,” it didn’t matter at this point, Arat already knew, I wasn’t sure who knew or what but the cork couldn’t be put back in the bottle. “I want to keep liking fucking you.  I don’t want it to become my job.”

“Fair enough,” his grin widens, “You wanna come on collections and fuck some people up, I will be fucking ecstatic to have you there. If you wanna stay in your bed watching Lifetime movies, you can. I will not have you working for points anymore.” His final words firm, unyielding.

“I….” I stop my words short realizing I’d won at least the battle, if not the war.  He’d given me freedom from being his wife but also leaving the door open for possibility. “Thank you.”  

“Any fucking day I get to catch a glimpse of that fine ass of yours,” he glances back at me, a wide grin on his face, “is a good goddamn day.”

“I hate to interrupt your date,” Arat peers in the mirror again, “you get the list of meds Carlson needs?”

“I got it, he doesn’t seem to need a lot,” I pull the list from my back pocket.

“That’s your job for today, make sure Carlson’s list is taken care of,” she replies, “continue with your whatever the hell you two were doing.”

“Thanks, better than standing around and looking pretty,” I give Negan a wink, “How much further?”

“I look hot as fuck carrying Lucille on my shoulder,” he replies, “It’ll be another hour.”

“You look hot all the time, who are we fucking kidding,” I replied leaning my head against the window, “I’m gonna try to sleep until we get there to scare the shit out of some townies. And you can be the big bad wolf and blow all the shit down.” He chuckles, “I’ll give that shit some thought,” he reaches back giving my leg a squeeze, “rest need you on your A game. Unless you want to help me rub one out.”

“You have two hands,” I yawn closing my eyes.

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I’m jarred awake when the truck comes to a stop. “Well good morning, sunshine,” he grins back at me. “We /are/ here.” I sit up rubbing my eyes as the sign comes into to view, ‘Alexandria’.

“Nice place,” I look at the sign as he hops from the truck, “I always wanted to live in a gated community.” I take his hand letting him help me down.

“I better go ring the fucking bell,”  he gives me one of his killer grins then saunters over to bang on the gate with Lucille.

“Little pig, little pig let me /in/,” he sings. I shake my head and smile, moving up to stand near Arat, watching as the gate is opened. I couldn’t hear what the smug man on the other side of the gate said, “You /better/ be joking,” he responded, “Negan, Lucille, I know we made one hell of a first impression.”

“Who’s that?” I whisper to Arat when another man walk up behind the first. His sad blue eyes cast down in fear.

“That’s Rick,” she responded. “The prick responsible for this shit show.” I nod watching as Negan postures for the man. Swinging his bat into the skull of a dead asshole that was stumbling toward the open gate.

“Alright everybody, let’s get started, it’s a big day. You see that what I did, that was some /service/,” Negan says to Rick. I furrow my brow as he hands the other man Lucille and walks into the community.  I draw in a breath watching the terror and confusion on the townies’ faces. “Let’s get this over with,” I mutter.

“Arat!” Negan barks. And she follows with an order to move. The tension so thick between us and them it could be cut with a knife. Negan watches as I walk by leaning in to speak to Rick loudly, “Damn I have /not/ decided if I like watching her coming or going best.”

“I can still hear you,” I call back to him over my shoulder.

“That is because I was using my outside voice,” he grunted turning his attention back to Rick. I can’t help but smile to myself as I walk out of earshot.

“Is this the infirmary?” I ask one of the citizens. She nodded rolling her eyes at me before walking away. I walk up the steps and feel a hand grab my ass. Davey. Creepy fucking Davey. He always looked at me like he wanted to eat me. My eyes sharp as I turn back to him, “You touch me again and I will break your goddamn hand.”

“Bitch, you think because you’re fuckin’ the boss that makes you shit?”

“Actually,” I narrow my eyes at him, “I know it does. Now keep your fucking hands to yourself if you want to keep them attached to your body.”

“Whatever,” he pushes past me and opens the door to the house.

“Dr. Carlson needs more gloves, antibiotics, pain meds if they got any.  Amber’s mom needs anti inflammatories,” I feel wierd looking for shit for Negan’s wives. But I push that to the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t let myself get jealous over them. Hell, he’d just given me the freedom to do whatever I wanted. I’m sure there’s some kind of catch. There’s always a catch.

“Put them back!” I walk out from the supply closet seeing a kid with a patch over his eye pointing a gun at Davey.  

“Hey, kid,” I move in front of him, in hindsight, it was probably a stupid thing, “put the gun down.” The kid points the gun over our heads and fires a shot, “You said half our stuff. That’s more than half.”

“I know the deal. And I sure as shit wanted to shoot that asshole at least twice this week, but if you shoot him, shit is gonna get so much worse before it gets better, put the gun down, I don’t want to have to carry this shit out by myself,” I lock my gaze with the kid’s.  Raising them only when the door swings open behind him and the guy, Rick, walks through the door, followed by Negan.

“Carl, put it down,” Rick urges.

“They’re taking all our medicine, he said only half,” Carl responds raising his gun up higher.

“Really kid?” Negan swaggers in stopping beside me. Still smiling as he looks from the kid to me then back.

“You should go,” Carl says, “before you find out how dangerous we all are.”

“Pardon me young man. Excuse the fuck out of my goddamn French, but did you just threaten me?” he asks, “Look I get threatening Davey. But I can’t have it. Not him, not me. And sure as shit not her.”

“Carl, just put it…” Rick starts to say.

“Don’t be rude Rick, we are having a conversation here,” he cuts his eyes back to the boy, “Where was I, oh yes your giant man sized balls. No threatening us. I like you. And I don’t want to go hard proving a point. You don’t want that. I said half your shit and /half/ is what /I/ say it is.”

I watch them trying to keep myself from trembling. I knew in my gut Negan wouldn’t hurt the kid. But I couldn’t get a read on the kid or Rick. I wasn’t sure how far off the rails they actually were. This seemingly terrified people broke into the satellite station and killed twenty people in their sleep. They were the enemy. Not us.

“Do you want me to prove how serious I am /again/?” Negan continues with the boy. He sighs and hands the gun over to his father. Negan grabs it from him, “You have an absolute ass-load of guns and this little emotional outburst has made crystal clear. I can’t allow that. They’re all mine now. So tell me, where are my guns?”

I let out a breath when Rick leads them from the house. “Pack this shit up, I’ll be back.” I take the steps after them two at a time. I slow my footsteps when I catch up with them.

“You alright, baby?” Negan asks.

“I just needed some air. Too much of that manly bullshit in there,” I shoot him a wink, “I want to take a look at the guns.”

“You got it. You can help Arat with the inventory,” he grins, “I’ll give you first grab at one for yourself.” I can’t help but smile. The garage door rolls open in front of us. I lock my gaze with that of another terrified woman.

“I was expecting you,” she said her voice as shaky as she was.

“Olivia, show them the guns,” Rick stated.

“The armory’s inside,” she starts back down the hall.

“You take care of all of this?” I ask, looking at the shelves then back to her.

“I keep track of it all. The rations, the guns,” she replied.

“Don’t let me stop you,” Negan said, “Take her and the boys and show ‘em the goods.” I follow Olivia and Arat down the hallway to the next room. It was packed almost floor to ceiling with every conceivable firearm.  Olivia hands me the register, “I keep a log there.” Her hand shaky as she shows me the list of what weapons were gone out with people on runs.

“We’re not here to hurt you,” I hop up on the desk, “we’re here to keep your people from hurting us again.”  I push the inventory list to Arat. “There is a fuck ton of weapons on that list everything looks organized.”  Arat checks off each weapon as the men load them and carry them out.

“How can you be with a man like /that/?” Olivia whimpers motioning her head in the direction of the garage.

“I could ask you the same question,” I hop down and walk outside. I bite my lip grabbing a desert eagle from a stack of guns that was being carried out by Daryl.  “This is the one I want.”

Negan laughs, taking the gun from me, “This gun is as big as you are.”

“Are you saying I can’t handle something this,” I give him a smirk, “big?”

“Oh baby, I know how well you can handle big things,” he places the gun back in my hand, standing behind me, “How well have you been taking care of my guns?” his eyes turn to Rick then motions for me to fire. I point at the window and squeeze the trigger, knocking the shutter off its hinges.

“Feels good,” I hand him back the eagle, “Sounds good.”

“Baby, you trying to get me all hard and shit while I’m trying to have a discussion with my boy, Rick?”

“I wasn’t exactly trying,” I smirk pulling my .22 from its holster and replacing it with the more impressive weapon.

“Please don’t…” I turn my eyes hearing Olivia whimper as Arat shoves her up the steps.

“We don’t do that, unless /they/ do something to deserve it,” Negan states.

“Yeah,” she replies, “I went through their inventory and they’re short a Glock 9 and a .22 Bobcat.”

“Is that true?” Negan looks at Olivia who nods her head.

“The inventory is correct,” she replied.

“That’s good but also not good,” he states, “You’re two handguns short. I don’t enjoy killing women. Men, I can kill all the livelong. But Olivia, my dear, at the end of the day this was your responsibility.” My mouth opens to protest but then closes again, remembering who is actually in charge here. I couldn’t make him look weak. Not in front of these people.

“We can work this out,” Rick pleads.

“Yes, we can,” I respond, trying to hide the frustration in my voice.

“And I’m /going/ to right now,” Negan catches Olivia’s arm, “Guns were your responsibility and you screwed up.” He cuts his gaze back to Rick, “Find them /now/.” I watch Rick rush off to their church to meet with his people.

“What are you gonna do?” I ask softly, as we sit down on the patio chairs.

“I’m a man of my word, sweetheart,” he responds, “If the guns aren’t here Olivia is gonna pay the price.” I close my eyes nodding, “Alright.” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Olivia, why don’t we mix up some lemonade? Get your mind off of it. If your friends are smart they’ll give up the guns.”

I tremble stirring the mix into the water looking out the window as the water turns from clear to yellow. Davey again harassing a girl. She couldn’t be more than sixteen. I look down feeling my stomach churn, my eyes watering when I carry the pitcher back outside.

Negan looks at me his normal grin fades slightly when he sees my face. “I’m fine.” I mouth, hoping there is some truth to the words. The people became more than just the enemy when they were scared shitless. The people here, most of them don’t look like they could survive five minutes outside of these walls. But they killed our people, I reminded myself.

“What you got for me Rick?” Negan’s voice interrupts my thoughts. Rick hands him a bag with the missing handguns in it. “Funny how a little ‘Holy shit! Somebody’s gonna die!’ really lights a fire under everybody’s ass.”

“Which one of your people almost killed Olivia?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he answered meekly.

“It’s a hell of a place you got here, Rick,” Negan says as we finish loading up. “You sir, are special.  We’re coming back soon. And when we do you need to have something interesting for us. No more magic guns.” Negan cuts his eyes to me with a smirk, “Let’s get home. I wanna fuck my girl before and after dinner.”  I shake my head with a smile, climbing up into the truck. I watch from the seat as he smacks a walker in the head with a candlestick. He grabs Lucille from Rick and climbs up in the truck after me.

“Jee-sus, that was one hell of a fucking tense ass shit trip,” his lips turn into a devilish smile, “Hurry home, I am hard as hell unless she’s changed her mind about that road head. It’s gonna be awhile before she blows me.”

“I haven’t changed my mind. You can wait an hour,” I move from his seat to mine in the back as the truck moves down the road, I give him a smirk, “I hope I can.”

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“We’re home,” I’m not sure how long I’ve enjoyed hearing his sing songy voice.

“Good, I’m horny and hungry,” I smirk as I hop down from the truck, avoiding locking eyes with his. “I haven’t decided which itch I want to scratch first.” I open the Sanctuary doors and walk inside. I could feel his gaze follow after me before his footsteps. He catches my shoulder spinning me around pushes me against the wall, “You don’t get to say shit like that and walk away.”

“I don’t?” I rest my hands on his sides, “I was just stating a fact.” My eyes dark as I look up at him, “I was hoping you’d be the one to solve all my problems.”

“You know I will,” he smirks lifting my chin, his lips press fully against mine. I open my mouth, my tongue dancing with his. I could feel the kiss deep in my core.

“Are you gonna fuck me against the wall in front of everyone?” I break the kiss, glancing around as half the factory was looking at us, “Or take me back to your room?”

“Day-um, girl, you almost made me forget where I was,” he scoops me up throwing me over his shoulder, “The rest of you shits back to whatever the fuck you were doing.” I giggle as he carries me down the hall. He pushes open his apartment door and kicks it closed behind him, wasting no time before dropping me on the bed.

I raise up to on my elbows watching him, “I wouldn’t have objected to being fucked against the wall.” I glide my tongue over my lips, “The secret is already out.”

“I give two shits if they know,” he lowers the zipper of his jacket dropping it on the arm of the leather couch, “especially if it makes you mine.”

I toe off my boots and pop the button of my jeans, “I can’t be your wife, Negan. Not like them. I don’t /need/ you to take care of me.” I lift my hips and push my jeans down as he tugs his shirt over his head.

“Fuck, this shit isn’t supposed to be fucking complicated,” he groans moving to the bed.

“It’s less complicated when you are inside me,” I sit up fully on the bed, my hand rests on his bearded cheek and I pull his face to mine. My leg hooks around his hip and I pull him flush against me. His cock hard grinding against my damp panties through his jeans.  I smirk against his lips as I tug his belt open, dipping my hand inside his pants, stroking him long and slow.

“You are a fucking tease baby,” he groans against my lips. “Since I laid eyes on you this morning you’ve been teasing me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I shift so that we’re laying beside each other on the bed, my hand still stroking his member. “I missed you though,” I suck softly on his lower lip, then trail kisses over his jawline and down his neck. Moaning at the taste of his salty flesh. I push him to his back, smiling as he relinquishes control. My lips nibble and their way along his chest and over his stomach. His cock twitches in his pants as I press a soft kiss through them.

“Goddamn,” he utters, “I fucking missed the fuck outta you too.” He kicks his boots off and pushes his pants down, chuckling as his now free cock almost hits me in the face, “he needs your attention, baby.”

“Does he now?” I swirl my tongue around the head. “I guess I’ll have to give it to him.” I groan wrapping my lips around his head. Suckling soft, slow, savoring the taste of him. Negan’s hand reaches down stroking my hair. I take him deeper, my hand moving down massaging his balls. My lips tight and my tongue skims along his shaft, teeth grazing slightly. His grip on my hair tightens. I groan moving my mouth faster up and down his length. I slurp and suck as he begins to thrusts. I let the tip hit the back of my throat with a moan of my own. I could feel his cock thicken, twitching as he gets closer and closer.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he slows his movements, giving me back the control I need, I stroke and suck as he releases in my throat, I suck and lick and swallow each satisfying drop. “Goddamn, shit, fuck, that was good.” I smile over at him as I fall to the bed beside him. “I fucking mean it,” he looks at me, “you make me see fucking stars everytime you suck my dick. It’s fucking magical.”

“Thank you,” I watch him smiling, his pants still around his thighs, “I am glad you enjoyed.”

“I more than fucking enjoyed,” he pulls me to his chest, “Give me a minute, fuck, for my legs to work again.” I can’t help but chuckle. “You can’t fucking tell anyone that you are my fucking kryptonite.”

“Stop,” I press my face into his shoulder to quiet my laughs, “I am hungry. What do you have to eat in here since you can’t walk and take me for a proper meal?” I stand from the bed. I tug the hair tie from my hair and let it cascade down my back. He reaches down pulling his pants back up.

“I got whiskey,” he chuckles nodding at the bottle of jack on the table in the corner, “and salted nuts.”

“Is your plan to starve me into submission?” I turn back to him smiling, “I am already here.”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” he sits up pulling me into his lap, his hands gripping my hips, “I can’t have you starve though. I like your ass just as it is.”

“We can go down stairs grab a tray of food from the kitchen,” I lean back against his chest, “But that would require pants.”

“I am not fucking ready for you to get back in your pants. I /just/ got you out of them.” He gives my tit a squeeze over my shirt.

I groan at his touch, my hips rolling slowly in his lap, “How do we solve this problem?”  He reaches over grabbing his walkie and calls for Fat Joey, telling him to bring some food up.

Negan wraps his arm around my waist to stop my movements. “Fuck, if you ain’t already tryin’ to make my dick hard again. I sure as shit don’t want Fat Joey walking in while I’m pounding into you.”

“I never figured you to be the shy one,” I tilt my head pressing my lips to his, “So, what do you want to do until dinner comes?” He lifts me up and drops me on the bed then plops beside me.

“Let me just have a fucking look at you,” he lays on his side and I turn to face him, “you sure you don’t wanna be my wife? You’d look hot as hell in a black dress and heels.”

“Hell no,” I push my hair out of my face, “I hate wearing dresses, can’t walk in heels. Don’t want someone to just take care of me.”

“I want to fucking take care of you,” he says, “keep you out of the shit show.”

“I can handle the shit show,” I rest my hand on his face, “I can take care of myself. Wouldn’t you rather I be with you because I want to, not because I feel obligated to? I can be yours if you want me,” I lock my gaze with his, “I just can’t be one of them.”

“Shi-ot,” he responds, “you drive one hell of a fucking bargain, baby.” He presses his lips to my forehead as his hand gropes my tit. “You are /mine/. If you keep giving me head like that I can bend the fucking rules.”  

“You are all about the rules though,” I lift my face to his pressing my lips to his, “thank you.” A knock at the door interrupts the kiss. “Dinner.” I smile as he rolls from the bed.

“Fat Joseph,” he chuckles as he opens the door, “/my/ girl wants me to feed her before I fuck her so get your ass in here with her food.” My face flushes a pink. He looks over at me, “Why you acting all bashful now?”

“Yes, sir. Negan,” he brings in the tray of food in and sets it on the table. “Anything else you need?” Joey looks from Negan to me with a dumb grin on his face.

“Don’t look at her,” Negan barked, “Get the fuck out.” He slams the door after the man.

“Looks good,” I step from the bed taking a carrot from the plate, “I used to hate eating cooked carrots.” I chew then swallow, “But now I love them. Guess a lot changes at the end of the world.”

“Come over here and sit down with me,” he pats the seat next to his, “I fucking need a closer look at those titties.”

“I was having trying to have a moment with you,” I take a seat next to him, picking up another piece of carrot.

“Nobody likes carrots,” he chuckles picking one up and taking a bite, “except fucking rabbits.” He gives my thigh a squeeze, “I think I like you better without pants. If you won’t wear a dress just a t-shirt that clings to your titties like that is fine with me.”

“I like you better without pants too. If you want to walk around the Sanctuary in just your underwear so will I,” I grab a fork and jab it into the mystery meat on my plate.

“I am the leader of the Saviors,” he grins, “and you’re my...what are we gonna call you.”

“Lover, Queen,” I smirk straddling his lap, “Goddess. Baby. Light of your life. Any one of those work for me. Or we can not have a label.”

He chuckles, sliding his hands along my thighs, cupping my ass, “I like you even more when you’re sitting in my lap like that.” He grinds up into me. I groan leaning in to kiss him.  My hand reaches between us tugging at the button of his pants to pull his cock out again. Without breaking the kiss he lifts my hips up pushes my panties aside and grins against my lips. “I love how fucking wet you get for me.” I line him up with my warm wet entrance and sink down fully on his length. “Jee-sus, baby,” he groans into my lips as I take him all the way in, “I almost forgot how fucking fantastic your pussy feels.”

“Shhh…” I moan as I start to rock my hips, my fingers clinging to his shoulders for balance as I move. His grip on my hips tightens and he thrusts up into me matching my movements. Rock for rock thrust for thrust we move together. I moan when his hand moves between us rubbing my clit causing me to squeeze tighter around him. Move faster. I groan when he lifts me laying me on my back on the couch and drives his cock hard and deep inside my warmth, hitting the spot that makes me come undone. My thighs tighten as they start to tremble around his hips and my walls pulse around him. “Fuck, Negan,” I cry out as I cum, my eyes dark as they fix on his. He pulls out stroking his cock a few times before releasing on my shirt.

“Goddamn, shit,” he chuckles his pants still almost on and covered with my juices. “I like that shit.”

“I know,” I tug my shirt up and over my head after adjusting my panties, “here’s the evidence.” I giggle tossing it in his direction.

“You did not just throw your cum covered shirt at me,” he lifts me up in his arm and swats my ass with his palm.

I squeal, “It’s your cum. Take me to bed now. You have successfully warned me out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles and carries me over to the bed. He drops me and tugs off his clothes and climbs in beside me. “Rest now.” I tuck myself in his side and close my eyes. Feeling right next to him.

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The Most Divisive TV Shows Of The Decade | Screen Rant

These are the most divisive TV shows of the decade. The 2010s has seen some major shifts in the TV landscape, moving from the Golden Age of Television into the Peak TV era, and with that have been changes viewers consume TV, and thus how they react to it as well.

Thanks to social media, there's been an increase in die-hard fandoms around TV shows, such as Rick & Morty, and it's never been easier for fans to express their opinion - and in particular their displeasure - about a certain TV series or specific episode. And while this decade has seen a lot of TV shows both good and bad, there has also been a number that have been controversial and split opinion, whether over their entire run or just in the final few seasons.

Related: The Best TV Series Finales of the Decade

It might be a case that there's a TV show critics hated but audiences clearly loved, or a series disliked by fans but that received great reviews, or otherwise a TV series that absolutely no one could agree on, but everyone argued about. From 2010-2019, these were the TV shows that tore people about and proved extremely divisive.

Aaron Sorkin is rightly revered as one of the all-time great screenwriters, especially when it comes to TV, but he couldn't please everyone with The Newsroom. Airing on HBO from 2012-2014, The Newsroom chronicled life at a fictional cable news channel, and attempted to portray the rapidly-changing world of news long before the term "Fake News" became so ubiquitous. However, despite a great pilot episode, the series continued to divide both critics and fans: there were those who loved its strong political messaging, and others who found Sorkin's decision to tackle whatever topic was on his mind in a way that meant he won the argument. Stirring stuff that spoke to the heart of news and real-life America, or self-satisfied and preachy? When it came to The Newsroom, no one could quite decide.

Hemlock Grove often feels like Netflix's weird, forgotten little show. It was part of its first slate of Original Series, but while both Orange is the New Black and House of Cards went on to have length-run, critical acclaim, and plenty of awards, Hemlock Grove was canceled after three seasons and didn't leave too much of a mark. Produced by Eli Roth, the horror series was unsurprisingly shlocky, and critics were largely put off by the series' tone and gore, with Hemlock Grove's Rotten Tomatoes score at just 38%. At the same time, it developed something of a cult following, with fans enjoying its horror elements, universe building, and characters and performances, holding a much more respectable 64% audience score on RT.

HBO's Girls largely garnered strong reviews over the course of its six-season run, but that didn't stop it from being both divisive and controversial among both critics and viewers alike. Following the lives of four female 20-somethings in New York City, Girls was quickly praised for its humor, fearlessness, and the fact it was so authentic in portraying female relationships. Conversely, it also brought a lot of controversy over its lack of racial representation despite being set in NYC, and there were arguments about Girls' approach to feminism too. A big part of Girls' division was creator and star Lena Dunham herself, who can divide people, and it was often the cast that if you liked Dunham, you probably liked Girls, and vice versa.

Related: The Best Movie Endings Of The Decade

When ABC decided to revive Roseanne, which had been a hit in the 80s and 90s, it at first seemed like a masterstroke: 18 million people watched the Roseanne season 10 premiere, and critics generally approved of it too. It was a return to the classic sitcoms of old, but most seemed content with what it was offering - yet the division came because of Roseanne Barr herself. An outspoken supporter of Donald Trump, Roseanne was already proving divisive because of her political views before she made racist remarks about Valerie Jarrett on Twitter, causing ABC to cancel the series. While many critics and analysts praised the move and condemned Barr, there were plenty of supporters who believed it shouldn't have been canned and that Roseanne instead should've remained on the air, causing more division off-screen than it did on-screen.

The Walking Dead is one of the biggest TV shows of the decade, and with that kind of fanbase - especially when it's a series with beloved source material and a whole lot of violence - is bound to come some division. Despite its huge ratings numbers, The Walking Dead has often been somewhat overlooked by critics and awards bodies, but it's also caused plenty of arguments among its own fans too. There are plenty of moments, from almost all of season 2 to deaths of characters such as Beth, but none better showcase how divisive The Walking Dead can be than the Negan cliffhanger at the end of season 6, and the season 7 premiere that followed. The latter was decried for being needlessly violent, but its defenders will simply tell you that's The Walking Dead, and while the ratings have dropped off now, at its height there were long arguments about whether it was actually any good.

Star Trek: Discovery was the first new Star Trek TV series in over a decade when it debuted back in 2017, so there was already a lot of pressure riding on the series from the outset. Aiming to put its own spin on Star Trek, Discovery was largely praised by critics, but its first season especially was very divisive among Star Trek fans. There were arguments that it "wasn't Star Trek", and some fans disliked new elements such as following a lead character who wasn't the captain, or just the personality of Michael Burnham in general, while others found it to be a fresh, exciting take on what's come before, exemplified by its Rotten Tomatoes scores: its 82% with critics, but just 43% with audiences.

Iron Fist was perhaps the MCU's first true failure, and certainly of Netflix's corner of the Marvel universe, which had looked as bulletproof as Luke Cage. Iron Fist's first season was roundly panned by critics, being savaged unlike anything else in the MCU for its weak fight choreography, poor plotting, and Finn Jones' performance among other things. However, there were still plenty of Marvel fans who enjoyed the series and defended it from the criticism, evidenced by season 1's critics and audience scores on Rotten Tomatoes being 20% and 73% respectively, although things did improve slightly in Iron Fist season 2. There are people who'll say Iron Fist is the worst thing the MCU has produced, and others who'll say it's not even the worst of the Netflix shows.

Related: The Best Superhero Movie Performances Of The Decade

Starting off as a Batman series without Batman, Gotham has long received decent-enough reviews from critics, but where it's proved most divisive is amongst DC fans. Despite featuring the vast majority of Batman's key supporting characters and rogues gallery over the years, Gotham played things extremely fast and loose when it came to established Batman canon - or at least, mythology - and fans weren't always receptive to the changes, especially things like messing around with Ivy's character or having Barbara lead the League of Assassins. Other changes, such as Penguin's character, were more warmly received, but there was generally a divide between those who enjoyed Gotham's new twists on Batman lore and those who rejected it changing such core aspects of the character.

How I Met Your Mother was popular with fans and critics for the majority of its run, although things did take a turn in later seasons when the CBS sitcom started to run out of steam and drag out elements of its story. Its final season took that further by being set completely over a weekend, but it was How I Met Your Mother's series finale that made it so truly divisive. By quickly killing off the Mother and having Ted end up with Robin, a lot of fans were furious with the idea that they'd wasted so much time invested in the show only for those last twists. At the same, the HIMYM finale has been defended for its story, being true to life, and nailing its other aspects too, but nonetheless it remains one of the most controversial series endings ever made.

Lost may have only aired one season this decade, but that was enough for it to become one of the most divisive TV shows of the 2010s, because it was one of the most divisive seasons of television of all-time, and that's certainly true of its finale. Even prior to "The End", however, Lost season 6 was polarizing among fans and critics alike, with "Across The Sea" perhaps the most divisive episode of the series' entire run until the finale, hailed as both the best and worst of the show. And then there was the Lost finale itself, which was loved by some fans, despised by others, and spent most of the decade as TV's punching bad and go-to example of a bad finale.

13 Reasons Why is another of those shows that was always going to attract controversy, since it deals with topics such as teen suicide and sexual abuse, but few might've predicted just how divisive it turned out to be, with its first season in particular leading to strong opinions on both sides. Did the depiction of Hannah Baker's suicide go way too far, or was it important to show it? Did the show handle sexual assault delicately, or terribly? Is it sending the right message to its teenage audience, or dangerous for them to watch? Both sides of those debates have, and continue to be, argued by critics, fans, medical professionals, school officials, classification bodies and more, making 13 Reasons Why Netflix's most divisive and controversial series so far.

Related: The Most Divisive Movies Of The Decade

It's tempting to say that all of Game of Thrones' backlash started and ended with season 8, and it's true that the final season was the one where the controversy and division boiled over: where petitions were signed, the internet raged, and many declared the TV show ruined while quieter corners of the internet tried to defend it. But Game of Thrones has long been divisive. Certainly, from season 5 onwards, when it really started moving past George R.R. Martin's books, it's been less universally praised, and even before then there was some division amongst show-watchers and book-readers, alongside controversy and anger over its depiction of sexual assault and lack of diversity. Game of Thrones is the biggest TV show of the last 10 years, so it's not much of a surprise that it's also the most divisive TV series of the decade as well.

More: Game Of Thrones Has Replaced Lost (As TV's Punching Bag)

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Negan (16)

"Haha!" Rosita yells, slamming her hand of cards down on the edge of the bed. We're all playing cards. And by all I mean her, me, and Abraham. Daryl's just watching. Abraham came by this morning for breakfast, which Negan ditched us to get for himself. We'd had a nice conversation this morning about nightmares. Honestly it WAS a good conversation. Very enjoyable. And he seems to make everything better when he's in the room. Abraham brought breakfast, with Rosita following not far behind. Maybe a few minutes. She got bored. Daryl and I talked for awhile, too. That was around lunch. And then he left so Abraham took a shift watching me. And honestly it was pretty cool. He's funny. You wouldn't think someone as big and scary as him would be....funny. But he has a way of talking that just.....it's hard not to laugh. And after he made the comment about my giggle being adorable, he's made it his mission. Every time he makes one of the weird comments, he'll look at me and if I giggle, he's usually crack a smile. A genuine smile. I panicked the first time I laughed, but he said it was fine. People usually make fun, it was nice to have someone not be afraid of him for once. He's......easy to relax around now. And that's the fastest I've EVER relaxed around anyone. "Shit balls." Abraham complains. I hold back, pressing my five cards to my mouth to hide the smile. Usually it's just balls, or some form of nuts. Sacks, too. He's very dick centric. Rosita laughs as she collects the cards. The game we're playing is....simple. Relatively. Just hard to describe. Rosita calls it speed Rummy. Each player gets seven cards. Then, if the dealer is nice, you sort them. You place the remaining deck face down on the table top, or in this case, the bed. Turn one card from the remaining deck over. The goal is to get rid of your cards, all of them. Drawing as many as you need in order to do so. How you go about this, is you match the number or the suit of the card that has been previously set down. If you have all spades, and the card that the dealer turns over is a space, basically you set your hand down and win. IF you're fast enough. There are no turns. You just fight to win. And go as fast as you can. It gets insane. Frightening, too, since Abraham is big and rough. He hurts when he slams his hand down on top of yours because you got there first. "Your turn, Evelyne." Rosita hands me the cards to shuffle. This part is something I love. I'm so shy, yet apparently it's weird that I can shuffle really well. Like really well. And that's apparently weird. To be shy and good at shuffling cards. "I'm gonna kick your asses. I told you I'd kick your asses." She gloats. I love her. When she's not being scary, I love her. It's nice to know that she......she's free. Even under the reign of Negan, she's free. I quickly deal the cards, seven to each of us, and waist no time flipping the first card. I don't give anyone any time to sort. Gives me a chance to really try. I think I won once. We've been playing for what feels like hours. I'm awful at the game, but I get really close sometimes. "Eat it." Abraham slams his hole hand down in maybe one second. I let out a huff, examining his cards just to be sure. Yup. He won. The jerk. Ugh. I sigh and shove the cards towards him. I just have to be faster. Just need to react faster. Abraham shuffles a couple times before dealing out our cards. I pick mine up one at a time and organize them quickly. He tends to wait until everyone at least has their cards in their hands before he flips the first card over. I have three diamonds and two hearts. Two spades. Spades connect to diamonds through sixes. The first card down is a five. I slam the hearts down as fast as I can while they both draw their own. Rosita pulls a good three before Abraham can get his hand on one. I simply wait for them to stop pulling from the deck. Don't want to get in the way, the're quite violent. And very competitive. Though It's hard not to be in this game. I finally manage to reach in and grab a card, queen, that connects all of mine together. HELLS yeah. "Ha!" Abraham yells when he slams his hand down just underneath Rosita. I examine his cards carefully. "LIES!" I call out before slamming mine down on his. He has a diamond where heart should be. He didn't win. Therefore I finally got one in. Fuckin about time. About the time I realize that I've won, I realize how they're laughing. Because no one laughs when I yell. Not that it happens particularly often, or anything. But normally when it happens people stare at me. Or people yell back. Loudly, Or they punish me for it. But they're laughing. They're laughing like it doesn't even matter. "Damn skippy." Abraham mutters. But he smiles at me with soft blue eyes. He doesn't seem to have an inch of violence in him. NOt at this moment, at least. It's nice to not see violence in someone for once. Especially for someone like him. Rosita's dealing the cards when the door opens. "Negan." I greet with a smile. "Cheat!" Rosita yells. I look away quickly back at the pile. Six of hearts. I grab the three hearts in my hand and slam them down just before Abraham does the same. It hurts when he hits m hand, enough that I flinch back. "Sorry." Rosita slams the rest of her cards down with a cry of victory. "What the fuck is this?" Negan asks. He sits on the right side of the bed. Just next to me. By now both Abraham and Rosita are back to being hostile and how they are when they aren't with me. And it's admittedly quite frightening to see. The hostility in them. "Doll?" HE inquires at me. I look down at the cards in my hand before answering. "C-card-cards........ssssssspee-speed-speed r-rummy?" I ask Rosita. She just looks between us and nods. She's got a strong front. She's always looking....like no one can hurt her. Is she even afraid of anything? "bitch nuts. I gotta get to the wall. You comin Rosita?" Abraham asks while he forces himself from his chair. They don't like being in the same room as Negan. I don't blame them, not a lot of people do, honestly. It takes time and friendship, for the most part. "Yeah." She and Abraham get up to go. Abraham, when he looks at me before leaving, seems betrayed or hurt. Something I did? I thought we were getting along. "Wish they'd leave. She mutters below her breath. Oh. okay. I didn't realize. I thought maybe they didn't' hate me. But this was just something to help pass the time. Okay. Yeah. I should have known that. "A-are wwwwwe l-leaving now?" I ask Negan. This just makes everything worse. I don't want to be ere anymore. I just don't. I don't want to be here. Negan lets out a heavy sigh. "Yes. Everything fucking packed?" He asks. Not like I had a lot of time to UNPACK. But my cards are still on the bed, so not really. All I have to do is get those. "Yes." I answer while quickly packing the cards. It sort of hurts to pack them, since I'm nearly folded in half, but I have to get them, right? They prove to be quite useful when I'm out on runs and bored. "You fucking forgot something." He raises his eyebrows at me when I give him a confused look. What did I forget? Oh. I feel my mouth twitch. "Yes sir." This is going to be his new thing, isn't it? I have to refer to him as sir of something? Or just answer him that way. I'm not sure. "Wwwwhat-what d-did RRRRRick hhhhhhave t-to say?" I ask him quietly. I'd say Rick the Prick, but I'm not sure I COULD say it. "Usual fucking bullshit. Says you were very fucking quiet. Didn't give anyone any fucking trouble. You should have." He nudges my arm just as I'm getting the cards into their box. "I have to make a fucking run to the fucking Hilltop tomorrow. Get more crops. Maybe steal a fuckin farmer." Now he's in business mode. Though it's nice of him when he helps me get out of the bed. I don't NEED the help, but I also don't really mind it, either. He grabs my hips and basically takes on most of my weight. He even hands me my bag, which I tuck the cards in to. "Why-why-why..." I sigh. "Why nnnnot-not today?" It's not that far from us. Maybe a half hour detour. Negan gives me a 'seriously?' look, before nodding towards the door. Oh yeah, we're leaving. Hell, I'm so happy to be leaving right now. Going home. Being at my place in my room. It's better like that. "I want you back at the fuckin sanctuary, that's fuckin why." He answers. He holds the door for me, too. Wow, he's being so nice. It's cool. I just smile at him before dropping my gaze to the grass. "Wh-who'll b-be your g-guard?" I ask. It's sort of a joke, since he really doesn't need one. That became very obvious to me about a week into my job. I've saved him a couple times, sure, but he honestly probably didn't really need me. Just likes having me there or whatever. "You know I don't fuckin need a fuckin guard- " We're interrupted when he's interrupted by yipping. Lots and lots of yipping. It's weird, and almost scary. But when we turn to look, there's like...six puppies running straight for us. They're tiny and brown with big floppy ears. All of them. They're coming at us. They're so tiny. My first thought is fear, since the only dogs I've ever seen were mean. But they flock around me and Negan's feet, just jumping all over our legs. They're so cute and tiny. I almost get knocked over. But I sit instead, letting them jump all over me. Yes it hurts, but they're too cute for me to care. "Puppies!" I giggle and start to pet them. They're all on me now, since....Negan isn't petting them. Fuck my side hurts. It hurts a lot. And one of them nips at my right cheek. THAT is a little scary, but not bad. They're so SOFT and TINY and CUTE. I have never seen a puppy. I've never even pet a dog before. They're so cute. I love them. "Get back here now! I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry. They just got away from me." Some woman I don't recognize is running toward us with a very stern look on her face. She's older ish. Maybe twenty years older than Negan? I giggle again when one of the puppies licks my face. Four of them have gone back to her, but two are still with me. One's just sitting in my lap while the other is licking my face. I love them both. Seymore. The one licking my face. I'll call him Seymore. And Fredrick. Maybe. Until I can get something better. The other four are Lolly, giggles, button, and George. Because I don't know. They fit. They're so cute. I want them all. All of them. Right now. I just want to take them all home with me. The one licking my face eventually ditches, so I start to pet the one in my lap. Fred. I'll get something better for you, I promise. Like.....Luna. Or.....brownie. I like brownie. "Oh I love you already. I mumble to it. It stands when I pet it and tentatively snifs my stomach and chest. It's got super blue eyes. The fur on it is thin, and weird. But very soft. I love it. I don't want to let it go. "You want her?" The lady asks. WHAT? I look at her and grin. But then I sink a little and look at Negan. He won't stop looking at the puppy. Something of contempt on his face. But when he looks at ME, he softens a bit. "YOu want it, Doll?" He asks. Really? He's asking? I look back down at her. She's so cute. She's sooooocute. I don't want to let her go ever again. "C-c-can-can I-I?" I ask him. He just looks at the lady. "You already owe us half your shit. We'll take the dog and see you fuckers next week. Doll." He offers me his hand, which I gratefully take, before pulling me up. I keep Brownie in my other hand. She's not SUPER tiny, like fit in my hand tiny, but she's fine with hanging over my arm. "Come on. We gotta get the fuck back. That fucker pisses in my truck you owe me a new fuckin truck." I just laugh and bring Brownie's face to my own. Looking into her very very light blue eyes, she actually looks back at me curiously. She's got a white spot on her forehead. And the tip of her left ear is also white. One of her back legs, her right, is also white like a sock. She's only wearing one sock. And there's a ring about three quarters of the way down her tail, going all the way around it, that's also white. The rest of her is pure dark brown. Her body is extremely warm. I could bury my face in her stomach she's so warm. Honestly it's great that she's....so tiny. She's perfect. I can't stop petting her head and back. But mostly her head. "Hey, you fuckin hear me?" Negan asks. I look up from Brownie a little guiltily. He was talking. He's been talking for a solid twenty minutes. But I've been too caught up in her. "Sorry." i mumble. Brownie lays down in my lap with a small huff. Very docile. "You don't let that fucker shit inside. Potty train the fuck out of it. Get a fuckin leash, walk it every fuckin day. Don't forget to fuckin feed it. If it bites you or me I'll shoot it my fuckin self." I clutch her to my chest at that. He'd kill her? He'd really kill her? She wouldn't do that. She'll be good, I can feel it. Negan, looking for an answer, looks at me with widened eyes. Not angry, just wide. It hurts a little that he'd do that. I don't know why I feel like crying over that. I cry more than I should. And that honestly makes me want to cry. How stupid is that? I know she's an animal, but how could someone just kill a baby animal like that? She's sweet. She won't be bad. She won't. I'll make sure of it. She's calm, she's nice, she's warm. "Shhhhhhhe'll-she'llllllll b-be good. Rrright B?" I ask her. He smirks at me and rolls his eyes. "Thank you, Neg-negan." I would hug him, but he's driving. "R-really. Thank you." It means a lot you'd do this. "I-I'll....m-make sure shhhhhe d-do-doesn't b-bite. C-can I bring-bring hhhhher to th-the d-dining hall?" I ask. This time he keeps his eyes on the road in front of us. "As long as it fuckin minds it's own fuckin business I don't care. Don't let it cause fucking trouble." I nod when he looks to me for confirmation. "D'you miss me a lot?" He asks after a couple minutes of quiet. I keep petting Brownie's head. She isn't asleep, but she's being calm. I hope she stays that way. "Y-yes. D-did-did you?" Stupid question. He has friends. And wives. I doubt he really needs me. She has sad eyes. "You fucking know it, Doll. Does your side hurt too fucking much?" He asks. My side? No. I shake my head to answer that one, continuously petting Brownie's head. "Good. You need to take a fucking shower when we get back. You fuckin stink." I do? Oh yeah. It's been over a week, hasn't it. My face heats up and I press myself into the door so I can get away from him, and more into the wind of the open window. Didn't know I stank. I wish I could do better. Be better for him. He's right. I stink. And I have a puppy. Who's adorable. "D-do you thhhhink shhhhhe-she cou-could taaaaake one too?" I ask, holding her up just a little. He doesn't spare the time to look at her. Does he dislike dogs? I haven't heard him say anything about it. "Please?" I follow up quieter. She should be clean. After the shower, I'll take her for food. But she really really needs a leash, too. And a walk, just in case she needs to go. So leash, walk, food, shower? Fuck that's so much. Okay okay. So I'll....trow my bag in my room then get to work. "Go the fuck ahead." He mutters. Woop woop. I smile and hug her. "I-I'd hhhhug you if I could." I admit.

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#TheWalkingDead Season 8 Episode 7 "Time For After" In-Depth Recap Plus Questions

Sunday, December 3rd

*WARNING: THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS EXPLICIT DETAIL FR SUNDAY NIGHT'S EPISODE "TIME FOR AFTER." IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN IT, TURN BACK NOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!*

Sunday's episode 'Time For After' started off with Rick in the holding container. A stripped Rick waits and listens as the door comes open. As it does, Jadis is waiting along with a drawer. She takes three photos while he draws Rick. Okay... Well, Rick asks why the pictures and Jadis tell him "For After."

Eugene is seen pacing. Eugene scribbles three columns into a notebook then ponders. Next thing, Eugene knocking on Dwight's door. Eugene confronts Dwight about being the backstabbing trader. Eugene says to Dwight that he'll hide all he knows from Negan if Dwight agrees to stop. Dwight forces Eugene down on his couch and tells Eugene that the Saviors, Negan and the Sanctuary are finished. Dwight tells Eugene that the Sanctuary is going to fall, so Eugene needed just to watch and let it play out. Dwight tells Eugene that he doesn't have blood on his hands yet, but once it does, it becomes a part of them, staying with them and making them something bad. Dwight tells Eugene that he knows Eugene heard the screams, seen the horror and smelt the burning flesh. 

"There's no coming back, no forgetting it," 

Eugene says he's better off there and where he is It's saving people. "It ain't perfect, but we're Saviors. We save people". Eugene then reiterated his no tell no more trade deal then he leaves. Eugene goes to the work floor and sees the crew watching the reanimated corpses banging on the doors. Eugene asks a female Savior what she was thinking about and she tells him she was thinking about her father. As Eugene walking back to his room, Dr. Carson calls Eugene to Gabriel's makeshift hospital room. Dr. Carson tells Eugene that Gabriel has multiple infections with no meds to counteract the spread. Dr. Carson tells Eugene that he's going to go search for some herbs to treat Gabriel with some eastern medicine. When Eugene goes to the Father's side, he helps the dying Gabriel by giving him water. Gabriel wants to know if Eugene decided to help him get the Dr. Carson to Maggie. In a lengthy, overdrawn out response, Eugene tells him no; he can't. Gabriel tells Eugene all he wants is for him to do the right thing, and to have faith that it'll work out.

 Morgan is a sniper watch tower scouting the Sanctuary. One of Negan's wives visits Eugene, wanting her boom box back. When she finds out it hasn't been fixed; she leaves with the other half of their deal; a bottle of wine. Eugene begs for it, needing it for a bedtime consumption solution. She knows Eugene's pain and blames Eugene for not helping them fix "this place." She gives it to him and leaves, saying Negan wants to speak to him. Daryl scopes out the surrounding area as the group talks. They're planning to ram a truck into the workstation and flood the compound with walkers. Morgan wants it done. Michonne and Rosita think it's a bad idea. Tara says she could've ended it before, but she didn't. Morgan tells her where a vehicle is. Michonne tells Rosita that she's come this far and she wants to see it through. Rosita tells her that sometimes you just have to wait, but she wishes it wouldn't have taken Sasha coming out of the coffin the way she did to prove the case. Daryl, Tara, and Michonne head out. 

Negan and Eugene meet. Negan tells the genius that if they don't do something quickly, many people are gonna die. Not Negan, of course. But many of his people and he doesn't wanna see that. Negan asks Eugene if his bullet maker and can he still produce. Eugene says he can. Negan then tells Eugene that this place is based on "pooling and organizing strengths." And Negan says he knows Eugene's mind is strong. Negan reaches out his hand for Eugene to shakes, but Eugene tried to kiss Negan's hand, Negan explains to Eugene that he just wanted a handshake. "A handshake is a sign of mutual respect." Suddenly, Eugene says "There's much work to do," and bails.

Eugene works on the radio and pulls out the speaker from the boom box and comes up with an idea. Eugene goes on the search for something and comes across Sasha's casket. Eugene has a frightening flashback then opens the lid and pulls her mp3 player. 

Morgan tells them to kill the engine. As Tara gets out, Daryl notices Michonne's hesitation. Daryl asks if MIchonne was okay, Michonne tells Daryl that she wanted to see things for herself, but what they're about to do, it isn't worth risking "us" to her. Daryl says it is for him. Michonne tells Daryl that she hopes it works but she can't do it. Daryl tells her, "Then you shouldn't." She gets out. Tara walks around the truck and says that they can do it with Morgan and the Scouters.

Eugene has created a flight object that he attached the player. As Eugene is working on it, he records his progress. Dwight comes from behind and tells Eugene to back away from the device. Daryl's at the ready, and so is Tara. Eugene tells Dwight that he's going to be saving people. Dwight tells Eugene that if he does that, Negan will kill Rick and the others. Dwight says he can get rid of Negan. Dwight tells Eugene not to launch his aircraft thing, but Eugene gets a sudden burst of courage and launches it in spite of the fun to his head. Daryl guns it. Tara and Morgan fire. Dwight fires at the aircraft thing taking it down. Daryl busts through the outer wall and sends the truck into the wall but he jumps out, and he and Tara run. 

Walkers invade the compound. Workers scramble and Saviors fire and defend, but many still die. Eugene watches in terror, and then, he gets angry. Eugene goes to Gabriel's room and tells Gabriel that he declines helping very angrily and tells Gabriel that he's loyal to Negan. Eugene meets with the boss man again, Negan wants to know how good it feels to be the second most important person there and to help people. Eugene says he likes it. There's a knock. A brood of Saviors come in. She tells Negan that the dead ones have taken the bottom floor. Cheerful Negan tells her that Eugene has a plan plus, a topper! But, the topper is a letdown to Negan. Eugene hopes to fix the intercom system. Dwight just knew his ass was grass... Next time Eugene is seen, he's in his room. As the bullets fly, he gets up, drinks something yellowish and chases it with wine. He throws up some them chugs the wine. 

Jadis has requested Rick,  One of Junkers gets Rick from the holding container and makes Rick kneel in the circle. Jadis and another Junker emerge with a savage and blinded walker. As it comes nears to Rick, he knocks the Junker holding him upside the head and beats both the Junker and the walker handler then turns to Jadis. 

Rick wins that battle and announces to the Junkers "I'm walking out of here which means you're all dead. I have a lot of people. We won't attack today, but we will attack. You, people, can play your games, draw your pictures, sculpt whatever shit you want but I'm leaving!" Rick looks at Jadis and asks if it's over. Rick lets her up from the ground and asks if they have a deal. Jadis says they get the Saviors things once it's won. Rick says a fourth, Jadis says a half. Rick says a fourth, so Jadis says a fourth and she sculpts him nude. Seriously, Jadis...what's your deal? Rick tells Jadis his binds need to come off and his clothes and boots are returned now. They agree to a fourth. Rick and the Scavengers head out. They stop at the scout outpost and find a dead scouter (one of theirs). Rick radios to his people but no one comes back. Rick climbs up and looks through the scope and is struck with sheer horror as he looks at an empty Sanctuary both of walkers and humans...

Oh my god! What did you think of this episode? Let me know in the comments below!

Rick and his crew have a helluva mess to clean up. With the Sanctuary empty, what does this mean for the others? Where have they gone? Will Jadis betray them again? Will Dwight split and join Rick full-fledged? Will Tara, Daryl, Morgan and Michonne's stay alive through the Midseason Finale? 

Tune in Sunday for the Mid-Season finale at 9 p.m. only on AMC.

Editor: Joeleen Gatlin