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intothemultifandom · 2 years

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in spite of what critics are saying about the last few episodes of the the walking dead’s 11th and final season, there were a few things that just hit different especially with the finale:

SPOILERS FOR TWD “REST IN PEACE” 11.24!!

daryl barricading judith in the hospital the same way shane did to rick in 01x01 – like father, like daughter and even brother because he also carried her the same way rick carried carl when he got shot

actually, daryl carrying judith into the hospital to save her life vs how he carried beth out after she was killed. the FEAR he must’ve felt given the last time he carried someone in/out from the hospital.

any scene between them + carol (keeping this short bc i can write a whole novel about their scenes)

luke dying & being comforted by magna, yumiko, connie & kelly (his og group) during his final moments; even though he wasn’t seen for most of the season, dan folger’s acting + that of nadia hilker, eleanor matsuura, lauren ridloff & angel theory was TOP-TIER

people always die in twd, but up until luke, the newish members of the group didn’t really suffer a sudden and harsh loss like the group from earlier seasons until now

that’s why his death + the group’s raw grief hit different when you consider how this is the first time we’ve seen them have to mourn one of their own so suddenly and with walkers literally banging on their doors

the team up of eugene porter & gabriel stokes = the two characters who, at one point of the story, were the weakest and most cowardly members of the group. i mean, the parallels of how they started vs. how they ended are insane:

eugene, who lied to abraham and rosita about knowing how to cure the infection almost making himself a martyr by telling the truth about the common wealth’s corruption, and

gabriel, who locked his congregation outside his church to die being the first to open the gates for everyone even when pamela’s people had their guns pointed at him

if twd did anything right, it was the development of these two characters

even if i didn’t know christian serratos chose rosita’s ending, i still would’ve thought she had a fitting end as one of the original (and last) big hitters for rick’s group on the road

it wasn’t painful and gory like abraham or glenn, shocking like sasha’s or even bittersweet like carl’s in the midst of war– rosita dies a dignified and otherwise peaceful death after all the bloodshed is said & done

she sees her people are safe, knows her daughter’s in good hands and finally lays to rest after fighting on the frontlines for so long

even with her gone, her final interaction with eugene at her side really cements that he is her and abraham’s legacy because “i’m glad it was you at the end”

(someone make baby rosie looking up to older coco because her mom was her namesake + uncle eugene canon right now)

this post-war celebration dinner mirroring the what-if dream dinner from 7x01 about what could’ve been (credit to this article for the pic: here) also makes rosita’s death so poignant to me because negan had likened the dream as something that wouldn’t ever happen

it’s not the same exact group and it wasn’t exactly her dream, but the sentiment remains the same

in the end, peace was possible for the alexandrians after all & i’m so glad rosita got to see this before she went & re-joined the others who are no longer at the table

negan & maggie now established as two sides of the same coin: motives, beliefs and and now shared trauma of being unable to stop their partner from being killed (or almost killed, in negan’s case) as they’re about to start a family

maggie was never going to forgive him for what he did, but that in itself gives so much more substance to their spin-off and i can’t wait to see it happen

rick “we are the walking dead” grimes + michonne “it’s true. forever” grimes – welcome back.

#the walking dead #twd #season finale #episode 24: rest in peace #twd 11x24 #the walking dead spoilers #twd spoilers #rick grimes #rosita espinosa #eugene porter #gabriel stokes #yumiko #magna #luke #connie #daryl dixon #judith grimes #negan #maggie

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ivegotalongmemory · 2 years

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twd 11x20 thoughts! (with spoilers):

-my disney+ took me like 5 tries to load up this episode so it better be good after all this

-bakery carol!

-i love a dramatic moment but there is absolutely no way they grabbed zeke that silently

-did Carol just hit that guy with a rolling pin? queen

-yess yumiko coming in ready to fuck shit up, I missed her

-this bitch really asking yumiko to prosecute eugene? lmao I can't wait to watch yumiko ruin the commonwealth

-"they even took dog" THE MOST DEVASTATING THING TO HAVE EVER HAPPENED ON THIS SHOW

-nice to see tomi again too, I feel like he's been gone for so long

-OH HEYY CONNIE

-love carol saying it wont be easy as if they didnt just storm in there and take the soldiers out in 2 seconds

-okay so lance has lost his mind and dead Sebastian is wiggling around on the ground like Heidi Klum in her worm costume, nice!

-that shot of sebastians corpse was actually so grim

-commonwealth soldiers riding motorbikes?? nuh uh only person on this show allowed to do that is daryl >:(

-eugene and yumiko's talk made me sad but also I can't believe they're just chatting away when there's soldiers stood like 1 foot away

-daryl always shows up at the perfect moment, imagine if he just didn't

-yumiko is like that one kid in drama class who absolutely despises it but begrudgingly does their lines anyway

-TO DEFEND EUGENE PORTER YEAH THATS MY GIRL

-lance is like an annoying sales guy who wont shut up, I'm so glad daryl and carol finally got sick of him, rip<3

-this is very much giving concentration camp vibes btw

-1 more ep and then I am all caught up!

#the walking dead #twd #twd spoilers #twd season 11 #the walking dead season 11 #the walking dead spoilers #11x20

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poisonivysparks · 5 years

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Those Nights {Eugene Porter X Reader}

A/N: So, this is my first time posting in a while. This is not something you’re probably used to from me at this point, but it’s happening, and of course, it has to be a crush on the guy with a mullet, huh?

I threw on one of my husband’s shirts and then a pair of pajama pants. “Eugene?” I called softly. Was something wrong? Was something wrong with our baby? “Eugene?” I called once again. Nothing.

My heart raced as I looked into our child’s crib. Nothing. Oh God, oh God. Something felt wrong. There had to be something wrong. Where were they? Where were my husband and son? He was only 3 months old. Something could have happened. Eugene would have come and gotten me, woken me up.

There were other people in the house, so I had to be quiet. The floor creaked under my feet. It was an unsettling creak. My heart was already beating so fast, I didn’t know what to do.

I walked into the living room, not expecting to see anybody there, but there they were. I could feel the weight off of my chest. Eugene was okay, my son was okay. Everything was alright. I almost cried because of the relief I felt at that moment.

They were both sleeping, Eugene held the baby in his arms, and the baby slept on his chest. I never expected to see such an adorable sight, but that night I did. Eugene was completely asleep.

I went over to Eugene and sat next to him, kissing his cheek, even though he was asleep. He jolted awake, and I put my arm on his own. “Hey, I was wondering where you went” I whispered to him. The jolt was almost enough to wake our son up, but it didn’t, and for that I was thankful. “Charlie was crying. I did not want to wake you. It was deemed unnecessary since I could perform the task myself.” He explained in that southern drawl that I oh-so loved.

Charlie was a name that we both picked out together. It turned out, when you’ve known somebody for a long time, you talked about interests from your past, just about everything you could think to talk about. One day, the subject of comic books came up. It turned out, we were both very much into X-Men. Our child, because of that factor, was then named Charles Xavier Porter. Sure, it was a little bit stupid, perhaps funny, but I loved it. They were my boys. Eugene and Charlie.

“You could have woken me up. I would have been fine” I said and rolled my eyes, snuggling close to him. I was wearing his shirt, and I loved it. It just smelled like him. It was comforting more than anything else was at that moment, at least until I was right up next to my husband.

“Negatory, you didn’t wake up when he started to cry. I took care of the situation m’self.” He mumbled. He really seemed to be sleepy, his accent seemed to be more prevalent when he was.

I kissed his lips softly, not expecting him to kiss back, but he did, though with a bit more gentleness, though it was a bit sloppy since he was tired. “It’s okay. Even though I wish you woke me up. I just about had a heart attack when I didn’t see either of you.” I explained to him, being quiet. I really didn’t want to wake anybody up. They already woke up regularly because of the crying. I felt so bad about it, but he was the future.

Eugene looked guilty at that, his face contorted into a bit of a frown. “I, in no way, intended to worry you.” He explained shortly. “Perhaps we can go to bed and continue to sleep unless you are already awake. Though I would not assume so, considering the fact that it is late in the night with no signs of the sun rising anytime soon.”

I thought for a few seconds. “Well, I am still pretty tired. Let’s go” I giggled and got up slowly. “If you need help with him, tell me,” I said, my heart aching for both of them.

They were my family, and if it weren’t for the apocalypse, I knew that I would have never found them. Even with the dead roaming around, in my little bubble, everything was perfect.

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underatedcharactersunite · 5 years

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Beauty and The Scientist; The Saviours

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Chapter Summary; Eugene has a question pondering on his mind, but he’s terrified to ask you. The Courage is there, the perfect setting is finally set but the moment is forced to a halt the second Negan and the Saviour show us days early for their first pick up. With Negan and the Saviours around nothing is ever good... Paring; Eugene Porter X Female Reader. WordCount; 1,999 Warnings; Dwight being forceful, Angst, fluff A/N; You don’t need to have to read the previous chapter to understand what’s going on but if you could it would be brilliant. Tagging; @eugenessix

Arriving back home, everyone should have been in high spirits. Everyone should have been gathering around welcoming people home as you successfully got Maggie to Hilltop. However, the scene you imagined from your head was far from that, instead, everyone was consumed with grief and sombreness. Suddenly, the high morals of Alexandria had been blown to smithereens. Two incredible people had been lost by the hands of the Saviours. It felt everywhere.

The Saviours had made their presence known to Alexandria in the same manner as they had with Hilltop. They point had been made they wanted to control everything. Negan wanted to be the King of the new world.

Except they had never encountered a group like Alexandria, we had faced many battles already, and the Saviours would one day be just another story. It was natural that everyone in Alexandria was currently petrified by the new threat, and what it would eventually bring. Another fight. More death and destruction coming their way. The Saviours might have already killed Abraham and Glenn, but they couldn't stop Alexandria from regrouping.

With Negan's pending collection, everyone gathered around putting supplies in place. Every time anyone went out, people were going the extra mile to bring back more than we needed to survive. Terrified they might lose someone else.

You and Eugene had been in sort of trance. The two of you had spent considerable time apart with Rick needing you on different things, but when the two of you came together, it was like the vacuum.

As the early hours of the morning came, the sun played peek a boo behind the walls of Alexandria. You sat on your porch enjoying the quietness, that seemed to surround the place. There were no secret discussions about Rick's role of leadership, no looks of fear plastered on the faces of adults and children alike. It was peaceful, it felt like it was as if the world wasn't ready to mess with Alexandria just yet.

"You know it's an ungodly hour to be up and outside in such cold temperatures." Eugene's voice broke your concentration from the scene that currently surrounded you.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you. It's just so peaceful. Like nothings wrong and the Saviours won't be here in a few days, taking whatever they please." Eugene wrapped his arms around your waist, nustling his head into the curve of your neck.

"Everything's going to be A-Okay, as long as we comply with Negan's needs. I've started repairing a radio so they can at least listen to some tunes while they do whatever Saviours do." Laughing, maybe some of the Saviours found comfort in music like you used to. Perhaps there was a part of them that held human emotions.

"Perhaps Negan will appreciate some tunes it might put him in a better mood." Eugene seemed to appreciate the idea as you felt the rumbling of his chest against your back. Eugene would never admit how scared he was of the thought of losing you. So he decided he was going to hold onto you for as long as he could. When he remembered he could have forever as the perfect symbolism was sitting in his bedside table.

"Come on, let's get back inside and I'll make you a cup of coffee while we still have it." Eugene twisted you around before going back into the house that the two of you shared. Flipping the switch of the coffee machine, you observed Eugene's hunch over. This wasn't how he wanted to propose but with the Saviours looming over everyone's head.

"What's wrong, my love?" You questioned as you walked up behind him, this time you were the one to wrap your arms around him. Eugene adored whenever you came up behind him, to comfort him. The relationship was purely equal, and the two of you balanced each other out, and he liked that. Eugene knew that you wouldn't care about a fancy proposal. However, he wanted to make an effort. He knew that at times he wasn't exactly great at showing emotion especially, of the romantic kind, but he wanted to give you this. Yet the Saviours were forcing his hand it was now or never.

"Would you make the coffee? I'll be right back." Eugene sped off, leaving you speechless, was something wrong? Trying to ignore your mind beginning to overthink, you pulled two mugs from the cupboard and prepared to make the coffee.

Moments later, Eugene came back downstairs, running over to you passionately melding his lips with yours. Unexpecting the kiss, your eyes widened in shock but quickly melted at his touch reciprocating the kiss with matching eagerness.

Eugene began to question why he didn't kiss you like this more often. The sensation running through his body was pleasurable, and he could tell you were enjoying it too as you run your hand through his Tennesse top hat. Never had he found a woman who found it as intriguing as you had.

Eugene never meant to get caught up in the moment, but you were the only person in his life who ever treated him in such a way. As his hand went under your shirt, you suddenly stopped.

"I never meant to-" You pressed your hand to his lips softly, with you closed your eyes. Eugene had seen that look on several times you used it whenever you had thought you heard something.

"Sorry I thought I heard something." Leaning in for another kiss, this time Eugene stopped you.

"We can finish this afterwards, but before I get distracted by your beautiful body and your delightful touch. There's something I need to say first."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Far from that, we've been together for a while now, and I wanted this to be romantic, but with everything going on. I don't know if we're going to get a moment where the two of us are not running around like headless chickens. Which is a technical-scientific impossibility? This is the biggest thing I have ever thought about doing in my life-"

"They're here." Rosita came bursting in through your front door, your eyes widened. They were early. Too early. The two of you were forced to pull away from each other, as you grabbed your coffee cup and headed outside. This was probably going to be the last one you had for a long time.

You took two steps outside of the house to see them already going through houses, procuring furniture and food. They were savages. Unrespectiable savages, who thought they could take whatever they pleased. Someone barged past you and Eugene as you entered your home.

When the world ended, for a long time you didn't have a lot. You starved and struggled to survive. Until you got to Alexandria and they gave you a place to call yours, a base you called home. Now it was being ransacked.

"Go on and find Rick. You don't need to see this." Eugene pressed a kiss to your temple as you walked away. You were well aware that wherever Rick was, Negan would be. You would gladly punch him in the face, a hundred times over until he resembled Abraham or Glenn's bashed-in skull.

Meeting Rick and Negan, you knew immediately that Negan was going to say something. You had to prepare to grit your teeth through the entire encounter. Knowing that one day, Negan would be the one suffering, regretting the day he ever decided to mess with any of you.

"What's in that cup gorgeous?" Negan asked you as you took a sip the still scalding hot coffee.

"Coffee. Take it if you want." You offered your mug to him, anything to keep him sweet.

"See. Rick, I like her. She immediately offered her stuff to me. Just like that, I didn't have to ask. Now because of that, she gets to keep her cup of coffee. Tell me Sweetheart are you currently with anyone?"

"I have a boyfriend if that's what your asking?"

"Well, that's a dam shame. Sweetheart, if your boyfriend and you ever decide to part ways. Just know that you can always share my bed back at the Sanctuary. I've heard break up sex is great, especially when it's not with your ex." Your eyes widened, at Negan's bluntness. He had most definitely come onto you.

"Y/N, can you go and do that thing I asked you to do earlier." Nodding, you walked away rather quickly. You couldn't believe that Negan dared to hit on you. Just days after he bashed two of your dearest friends skulls in.

Strolling through Alexandria, you realised Rick didn't give you anything to do. So you observed the Saviours taking everything from your friends and family. You've never met a group of people who would just take everything from everyone.

"You looked pretty relaxed, for someone's world who has just been smashed to pieces."

"You would know that, wouldn't you? I really do not understand why Daryl ever tried to help you. It makes me wonder, how you can stand by a man like Negan." You snarled, recognising Dwight. You would never forgive him for what he did to Denise.

"You know I like my woman feisty. Perhaps I could see if Negan will let me take you back."

Dwight pushed you up against the house. The touch of his skin made your skin crawl. He was just as bad as Negan was. The feeling of his breath on your skin, the closeness of the two of you was all wrong.

"Get off of her!" Rosita snarled pushing Dwight off of you. You were relieved, which was an understatement. Standing up to Dwight, the two of you stood side by side.

"You are here to collect food and furniture. Not people, now get away from here, and if you ever touch her again, you'll be the one dead. Do I make myself clear?"

"The last time I checked I wasn't a piece of property, now go."

"This isn't over."

Dwight pretty quickly scrambled away, leaving you and Rosita standing together. She put an arm on your shoulder as you thanked her. She knew where you needed to be, who you needed to find. He was the only one who made you feel comfortable after anything happened.

Running all over Alexandria, searching for Eugene, you eventually found him passing something to a Saviour. He didn't notice you at first until he was further away from the Saviour, you ran into his arms, catching him off guard.

"Hello to you too." When you didn't reply, he immediately knew something was off. At first, he didn't push it, rather than that he cradled your head reassuring you.

"What happened?" Pulling away from him just enough so you could face him. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the loose hairs at the bottom to comfort you.

"Dwight just came onto me. He pinned me up against the house. I didn't know what to do- I just froze."

Eugene's stomach sunk. They thought they could do that? Trying to force someone into a situation like that, Eugene brought you closer together letting you, nuzzle your head into his neck. He knew you needed to feel close to him right now. Slowly rocking you back and forth, Eugene realised something.

The Saviours were going to attempt to destroy all of you by destroying the world that you had built for yourselves. They didn't want a world where they weren't in control of it. Most importantly, he realised that now the Saviours were calling all of the shots, there would be no right time to propose to you. He needed to let them all know that you were with someone, and if you wanted him to let them know so was he. He would gladly wear a ring on his wedding ring finger. Now, however, time wasn't on his side. So he would propose, tonight.

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3than1no · 6 years

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Remedy

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Eugene/Reader

A/N: So I guess this is a welcome back to the walking dead on my blog! For the lovely @eugenessix who provided this wonderful idea! :D based on the sneak peak for next week’s ep. Enjoy x

It was cold. More like absolutely freezing. Eugene was sat on a nearby table tinkering with the radio. He was shivering, you could see that. Despite the many layers he was wearing. You weren’t fairing much better, curled up in the corner of the barn. Your teeth chattering as you pulled the blanket tighter around you. It seemed everyone else with you were also shivering incessantly.

You blew into your frozen hands, in some vain hope that it would warm them up. Of course it didn’t work, blowing almost cold air on to your hands made them so much more worse. You let out a shaky sigh and wished that this weather would pass.

Closing your eyes, you tried to get some sleep which was easier said than done of course. Not much time had passed when you felt a hand touched your shoulder. You jolted in surprise, opening your eyes to see Eugene stood there. A slightly sheepish look on his face.

“Y/N.” He greeted with a slight nod of the head.

You slowly sat up, staring up at the man in front of you. Your heart quickening slightly at the sight of him. It always happened. He made your stomach do little flips on a regular basis.

“E-Eugene.” You chattered out. “Are y-you ok-kay?”

“I could not help but see how bad you were fairing in this almighty cold weather.” Eugene spoke softly. “I may have a way to remedy said cold.”

You gestured to him to continue, noticing a slight nervous look on his face.

“It is a well known fact that body heat is a good way to warm a person up.” Eugene spoke quickly, stumbling over his words slightly. “I do think it would be a beneficial in your situation if I-I helped you preserve body heat.”

Your stomach did that weird little flip flop it always did around Eugene, yet it was more intense. The thought of Eugene’s body surrounding yours made you want to cry with happiness.

“O-okay.” You said quietly, moving to lay back down.

You felt Eugene sit down next to you and shift to a laying position, coming up behind you. There was a sense of hesitation from him as he placed an arm around you. You held tightly onto your blankets. You could feel Eugene’s breath dance across the side of your face as he moved closer to you. It made you swallow nervously, your heart beating so hard you were scared he would feel it.

“Is that okay?” Eugene whispered into your ear.

You nodded slightly, it was a bit better. You were still cold but the feel of Eugene’s body pressed up against yours could help you forget about the weather.

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hiatuswhore · 4 years

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We Won

You Won

Rick had been through a lot during the end of the world but today was finally the day he was sure of something. Today was the day he would die. Yet he still fought to live riding the horse to the abandoned shack as he tied the cloth around the wound on his stomach he sat in the chair and leaned back as his vision blurred. So much blood on his hands, he knew he was barely clinging to life. Looking up at the ceiling as his vision de-focused and his head fell back the sun peaked through the ceiling. Followed by his eyes closing altogether and when they opened again he was back on the horse.

The woods were long gone and Atlanta greeted him in the distance. You lean to your right squinting as the sun beams on the two of you. Uncertainty takes hold of Rick, he cannot explain it but every little detail sits in his memory. He wonders how different things would be if you left him in the hospital.

“Why’d you help me in the hospital?” The question was silly. He recalls asking you this question in your final moments. The fear in your eyes dissipating at the question following your final breath. Your twelve year old self still squints up at him, your brothers baseball cap traps your hair and shades your eyebrows.

“You hadn’t turned. I remember Ma was reading the newspaper that had talked about you getting shot. She said you were good people,” His mind fills in the answer to his question with old memories. You had said those exact words when he first woke all those years ago. During the four weeks of his coma, you would make trips to the hospital cafeteria the through the air ducts. At first he thought you to be a child with a wild imagination. All it took was Morgan and Duane to confirm your story.

He notes how you wear the same bloody shirt and tattered cap. In your hands you grip the frying pan and cautiously eye the highway.

“Where are we going?” His question makes you frown as he looks down at you. When you say nothing he kicks the horse to start walking. The slow pace creates a strange calm despite the many walkers following behind you both.

“Aren’t we looking for your family?” You said as the horse came onto the city block Rick froze. Shane sits with a full head of hair looking at Rick the most relaxed he’d been since before the freeway. Rick glanced back to find you were no longer there and then back to Shane.

“God damn, cowboy. You look like shit,” Shane says and Rick pauses as his initial uncertainty returns. When he joins Shane in the cruiser a cool sense of deja-vu enters the space. On the center console sits their favorite for lunch, burgers and fries.

“So what is this?” He cannot help but question the fabrication of the now second ghost from his past. Another person he once loved who succumbed to an inevitable end.

“What is this? Come on Rick. Look around, you know what this is,” The amusement in Shane’s voice does not diffuse Rick’s worry. On his right an overturned car stares back at him.

“Were those the idiots we were chasing?” Rick knows the answer to this question, it earns a chuckle from Shane.

“Attaboy. Dispatch said there were two suspects, right?” Shane bites a fry with a lackadaisical look in his eyes. Rick sighs as he remembers how wrong dispatch was.

“No there were three,” Rick mumbles earning a nod from Shane as they recall the shoot out.

“Yes, there was. The third man changed everything, didn’t he?” Shane says and this time Rick sighs as he stares forward.

“I’m looking for my family,” Rick says but Shane grins as he leans on his window with his elbow.

“Oh, is that what you’re doing? Is that what you told yourself while hallucinating old (Y/n) there? Looking for your family huh?” Shane mocks while taking a bite of his fry, “Well when you wanna see the truth the real (Y/n) is out there, real sweet girl—sorry she went out like that. The thing is Rick one could argue is that you’re looking for my family right? How is my baby girl by the way? Got my eyes, doesn’t she?”

“(Y/n) deserved better and baby girl well she hasn’t got your nose,” Rick says as the two of them laugh knowing very well that Judith was Shane’s daughter.

“(L/n) took a bullet in the chest and kept moving that’s hardcore didn’t think she had it in her. Survived a month alone in a hospital with a frying pan for protection and with you the possibly dead man. She was a tough one,” Shane says, Rick pauses looking at his best friend.

“Why do you keep talking about (Y/n) huh?” Rick asks but Shane only grins as he looks back at him.

“You know why. That ain’t your fault Rick. What happened to (Y/n) is not on you so stop being a dumbass,” Shane said. You stay with Rick possibly more than his own son. He made a promise, he told your brother you would be safe. Sighing he closes his eyes for a second before opening them.

“You’re such an asshole,” Rick mutters still evading talking about your death, he did that with Michonne and the others as well. He had not even said your name since you died, continuously pushing you to very back of his mind. Still you sat at the core of his thoughts, emotions, and regrets.

“I am the asshole. Same as you really,” Shane says, chuckling as Rick stares forward still uncertain of what was happening.

“Oh, you think I’m an asshole?” Rick says but Shane looks over at him not a smile or grin in view.

“I don’t think a thing, man. I know you’re an asshole. I like to take credit for that, actually, Rick when I think about it I mean I’m sure others did influence you. Still, I’d like to take full credit,” Shane explains as Rick nods passively

“I didn’t want it and you know that,” Rick practically whispers but it means nothing as Shane looks back at him.

“But you took it, right? Boy, that shit you did in that field, just you and me, you took a page out of my book, Rick. You know, I’m glad you did it you stepped up, brother,” Shane explains, once again Rick reflects in silence. His mind wonders if Shane’s words are genuine or if it was what he wanted to hear. There was only one truth Rick was certain of.

“It had to be me. Still, it has to be me,” Rick says but Shane shakes his head in a slow drawn out manner.

“See Rick I think that is where you’re wrong. It had to be me,” Shane says and Rick was shell shocked as he went on explaining that Rick needed to find that rage again. Using your death, Hershels, Carla, Glenns, even Lori’s death to hold that rage back does nothing.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you?” Rick says but Shane sighs as Rick was not getting what he was trying to tell him.

“You need to forget that shit,” Shane says popping a fry into his mouth he shakes his head. Looking away for a moment he looks back screaming wake up. The open field evaporates and Rick flinches up in the abandoned shack, walkers bang violently against the walls. He makes his way out of the shack back to the horse. Riding away from the walkers as they follow behind, a steady trail of blood left behind. His eyes flutter shut as the horse hairs tickle his face. The feeling vanishes at the same speed that he notices it.

“Hey, Rick come here. Look at this,” Hershel says beckoning Rick over. On the upper level of the barn the sun beams on the two them unrelenting. He squints until the sun no longer shields all that resides below. Andrea stands with her sister hanging laundry while Glenn and Dale chat by the RV.

“This place. It’s beautiful,” Rick says. The calm’s nothing like he has experience in a very long time, maybe even pre-apocalyptic. Hershel stands with a clean-shaven face, fresh clothes, and an easy going smile.

“It is something, isn’t it?” Hershel says. His smile does not falter as he turns toward Rick. Rick pauses before pulling Hershel into a long overdue hug,

“I’m so sorry for what happened to you,” Rick whispers as his throat fills with lava, “To Beth and Glenn. For everything, Maggie’s lost. My son, (Y/n), and Lori.”

“Rick,” Hershel calls eyeing Rick with analytical eyes. He watches as Rick pulls back, shaking his head with vigor.

“Maybe if I tried harder or done things differently,” Rick says but Hershel places his hands on Rick’s shoulder as he continues to shake his head.

“My girl, she’s strong and my grandson, he’ll only make her stronger. You ain’t gotta worry about her,” Hershel reassurance lifts a small piece of the weight that sits on Ricks chest.

“I got to find my family,” Rick says. Hershel smiles remains unaffected as he walks past Rick and toward the stairs. He does not check if Rick follows him or not. When they reach the barn doors Hershel stops and looks at Rick with a almost cocky grin.

“Just listen,” He says and the farm feels as though it stills. Andrea and Amy steal glances at Rick with knowing smirks. At first he finds nothing but it does not take long before the giggling hits his ears. Looking over at the big tree he watches as younger you swings forward looking back at whoever pushes the tire. Rick stumbles forward, his jaw falls slightly as you leave his line of sight. As you swing forward this time last version of you he remembers smiles giddily. You wear the exact same outfits from when you died, no blood or tatter though. He walks forward following where your eyes go as you look back. Carl stands with a lopsided smile, he pushes the tire as if it’s the most entertaining task in the world. The two of you laugh loudly, it’s obvious you both likely forget it’s not just thee two of you. You notice him first, placing your foot on the ground to stop the swing Carl follows your gaze. A blank expression takes Carl face before it crumbles into a large smile.

“Dad!” He yells running over tackling his father into a hug. You walk slow as you join them in attempts to let them have their moment. The moment you are in reach Rick pulls you into a tight hug.

“Hey Rick,” Andrea waves from the clothesline and he waves back before making eye contact with Dale and Glenn who only smile at him.

“There are others here but not everyone. Beth, Tyrese, Bob they’re on road they like it there. Lori’s here sometimes and T-Dog,” You explain watching as Rick’s shoulders fall with relief, “Rick my death is not your fault.”

“It’s not that. I just know that if you never stayed in that hospital room with me I would never have found my family,” Rick says. The tension in his chest dissipates as he stares down at you. You were far more than just some kid with a frying pan.

“And if you never woke up I would have never found mine,” You nudge Carls shoulder who looks away bashfully.

“Find me at the tire swing,” You say before walking off to sit on the swing. Rick chats with Carl but his eyes linger on you. Not once do you look back or even try to. Carl joins you only mere minutes later. A sigh leaves him despite the strained smile on his face, “What’d you tell him?”

“I told him not to worry about us. We beat that world. Look at where we are now, we’re safe and happy. We won.” Carl says, sitting with you on the tire swing you lean onto him as he wraps his arm around you. Watching the sunset somehow never gets old.

Carl’s words lingers longer than he expects as you mumbled to yourself,

“We won.”

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wintersxani · 3 years

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I was wondering if you could do a Glenn Rhee x reader where he proposes to the reader? Maybe it takes place around season 4 when they reunite after the prison split? I thought it would be cute!

𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 | Glenn Rhee x gn!reader

Warning(s): fluff, description of Hershel's death, mentioning of blood, guns, and violence

Word Count: 891

Characters: Glenn Rhee, Sasha Williams, mentions of Tara Chambler, Eugene Porter, Abraham Ford, Rosita Espinosa, Hershel Greene, Maggie Rhee, Bob Stookey, Rick Grimes & Michonne Hawthorne

Summary: After you and Glenn reunite after everything that went down at the prison, he proposes to you, ensuring that he’ll be with you no matter what.

A/N: I hope this is okay, and I apologize for taking so long to write this request, hopefully this makes up for it being written later. Enjoy lovel(y)(ies) <3

Everything had happened so quickly. Not even a week ago, your home, the prison, was destroyed; overrun by walkers. You thought that maybe you had a chance, a solid home from now on. But seeing Hershel and Michonne on their knees hundreds of feet away from you, you knew it wasn't going to end well. You had heard enough about the governor to decide what type of man he was, and how far he was willing to go.

After seeing Michonne's kitana slice through half of Hershel's neck, you were sure this was the end of it all. Glenn was sick, and you were out behind the prison's gates pointing your gun to a distance farther than it could shoot. Screams and gun shots, followed by explosions erupted all around.

Glenn would want you to stay and fight, so that's what you did, at least until you nearly got yourself blown up. Maggie had yelled for you to go gather people onto the buses, so you did. But you had to go find Glenn first; but he wasn't there.

Your Glenn. There was no trace of him where you had left him. Your heart rate had rapidly accelerated at the thought of Glenn coming to find you when hearing the explosions and gunfire, getting killed in the mix of it. It would have been on you.

After everything had went down, you had been with Sasha, Bob, and Maggie. You were still guilt-ridden, thinking Glenn didn't make it out; heck, you weren't sure if anyone else made it out besides the four of you. It was a hard pill to swallow, but a necessary one so it wouldn't hurt as much if it came to be true.

Then came a group of three. It had to have been the luckiest day in your entire life, because when you went into that tunnel with them, that's when you saw him. Glenn. Your Glenn, your person.

Without hesitation, you ran into his arms, immediately sobbing. You had prayed that you were wrong all along, and it was true. You were wrong, and Glenn was okay, he was alive.

It had just been you, Glenn, Maggie, Bob, Sasha, Rosita, Tara, Abraham, and Eugene for a couple of days. Glenn and Tara didn't find anyone else alive back at the Prison, so you only hoped your other people like Rick and Michonne had made it out.

-present-

There was a barn up ahead, which Abraham had pointed out from a ways back. "How many Walkers do you think are in there?" Sasha had asked from beside Bob. "None that we can't handle." Glenn reassured, holding onto your hand to pull you closer to him.

The field you had been walking through to get to the barn was so peaceful. It was early in the morning, and the air felt cool and soothing, crisp inside your lungs. The others had cleared the house, allowing you all a place to rest for the night or so.

"Hey... could I maybe talk to you?" Glenn had asked after approaching you. "Of course, what is it?" You asked him, running a hand through his hair gently. "I just- I'm so happy that I have you back. I thought I lost you baby. I was so scared, I had no idea what to do, or think when I thought about the possibility of life without you. It was impossible." He ranted, facial expressions matching his emotions.

You offered a sad, small smile to his statement before bringing your hand down to lift his chin up to face you. "You're never losing me, Glenn. I'm here now, and I always will be. I can't imagine life without you, either." You spoke softly, rubbing your thumb gently across his chin. "I know. I just... I just feel like there's something that I want to do- that I've wanted to do for so, so long now." He said, pulling himself away from you to reach for his jacket on the floor behind him.

Before you know it, he was on one knee, holding a ring out in front of him. You took a long moment to look, having so many questions even though you indefinitely knew your answer. "Y/n, will you marry me?" He asked from below you, eyes searching for your answer.

All you could do was nod your head quickly, too emotional to form a response, even if it was a singular word. The two of you embraced for a long second as both of you had tears forming in your eyes. "How- how did- where did you find this?" You asked him as he pulled away from you, putting the ring on your finger.

"It was on one of my running sprees back at the prison. I had wanted to ask you for months now, but never found the right time- but I knew it would come. So I took it." He replied, kissing your cheek softly with a small smile. The ring was beautiful, you adored it; You adored him.

Little moments like these reminded you that through all the bad moments in this time of life, there were some good ones, and this was definitely a good one; One you'd be thinking about for years to come as you held onto Glenn tightly, cradling him against you.

➺ Masterlist | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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thewalkingdeadimaginings · 7 years

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The Things You Don’t Know

I love your blog! Can I request a Eugene smut imagine?

Eugene is another character I’ve never done a one shot for and what a way to start us off on him with some smut hahaha! Hopefully this comes out the way you’d hoped my lovely requester! <3

Has anyone seen the It remake yet by the way? I actually thought it was really good, better than what I had expected. Still prefer the original 1990 movie and the original Pennywise BUT I enjoy this one too. Just bought the book too so that’s definitely gonna keep me busy, all 1,153 pages of it hahaha! Anyways, just wanted to see how everyone liked the It movie. LET’S GET STARTED 😊

NSFW: SMUT

Eugene was unlike any other man you’d ever met.

You were used to the guys that took control, made every move. You never thought you’d meet someone like Eugene and develop feelings for him. Those feelings weren’t always there if you were honest with yourself. You started out angry with him for lying about being a scientist and having the cure. But arriving at Alexandria changed everything. He was useful to the group in a different way than what you would’ve thought. He was behind the scenes with his technical know-how. It had taught you that you didn’t have to be skilled with weapons to be able to survive. The world still needed people like him.

Eugene had said something about making bullets and he knew where to go to get started on making them. He’d been there with Abraham once before and all the needed supplies were there. He just needed someone to cover him while he worked. The warehouse he brought you to was empty and so quiet, there weren’t going to be any chances for surprises.

“This is so great,” you remarked while you watched Eugene work, “We won’t have to worry about finding ammo again, at least not for a while, right?”

“Correct,” Eugene replied, glancing up at you for a moment before returning his attention to his work, “I’m actually surprised you aren’t asking to assist me. That would usually be the first thing you do.”

“Does that bother you?” you asked.

“No,” he said, “Just that no one shows an interest like you do. Kinda nice.”

“Yeah?” you chuckled, “Well, glad to know I’m not bothering you. Think you’ve got some time for a little lesson? In bullet making?”

“If you think you can handle it,” he said, “Some pretty complicated stuff here.”

You took a few steps toward him, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t put your finger on what drew you to him. He had become so much more confident in these recent weeks and you loved it. It was almost like he was a new person. You leaned against the table and smiled at him, “Try me.”

Eugene started walking you through the entire process, becoming more and more nervous each time your fingers “accidentally” brushed against his and would do his best to avoid eye contact. He stuttered a couple of times and his hands fumbled but in the end, you had yourselves a bullet ready to go.

“Wow, all that for just one,” you mumbled, “Well, we can teach the others to make bullets and we’ll get more production going.”

“Hopefully if I did, they’d pay attention more than you do,” Eugene said, cracking a smile. It was faint but it was there tugging on his lips, “You’re distracting, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t need to play dumb,” Eugene said, “You’re awful at it. I know what you were doing. And…and it’s a waste of time. This…crush you have.”

“Crush?” you grumbled, crossing your arms, “You downplay my feelings as a damn crush? This isn’t first grade, Eugene.”

“You’re right,” he said, “It’s not. But…but you can’t possibly feel things much deeper than a crush. We’ve been under the same roof for a long time, it was bound to-”

“This isn’t about close proximity,” you interjected, “If it was, I’d have made my way through the entire group by now. But I haven’t. I just really like you, okay? I don’t know why that would be something you can’t comprehend. You know practically everything and yet something this simple is confusing to you.”

Eugene looked past you at the burnt orange sunlight streaming through the windows, “Getting late. We should start heading home if we wanna make it back before it gets dark.”

His stubbornness was frustrating but you didn’t feel like arguing further. It was clear that your feelings were a shock to him. That stunned you more than anything as you never believed that anything would be shocking anymore. But that was something you would just have to live with. On the bright side, Eugene’s rejection wasn’t completely humiliating.

You went straight home when the two of you arrived back in Alexandria. While the rejection wasn’t humiliating, it still left you with a feeling of discomfort. You didn’t feel the need to cry, just sit in your bedroom and sulk. Footsteps came closer and closer to your bedroom door and they stopped, knocking on your door.

“Who is it?” you called out.

“Eugene,” he replied, “Open the door.”

“It’s open,” you said with a sigh. Eugene opened the door and stepped into the room, shutting the door softly behind him. You were sitting on the windowsill but stood up to shut the curtains, “What’s up?”

“I know you’re mad at me,” he said, “But I…I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

“Sure,” you murmured, sitting cross legged in the middle of your bed, “I guess I should probably apologize for…ya know…being obvious about my feelings for you. I know I was coming on a little strong.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that,” Eugene said, “No other way I’d notice. But…but why me?”

“I don’t know,” you said, a smile spread on your lips, “You may not realize it, but you’ve done a lot for this group. It may not seem like it because you don’t go on runs like Rick does or hunt like Daryl does but because of you, ammo is one less thing we have to worry about and we’ve found seeds to plant for our crops. You’ve just done so much for us, ya know? And it’s almost like you’ve gotten more confidence. I don’t know, maybe I’m talking out of my ass.”

“You really think that highly of me?” Eugene muttered.

“I do.”

Eugene gave you a small nod, “Just don’t get that a lot from women. I’m not usually the popular one. Don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“That’s fine,” you said. You got out of bed and reached out to grab his hand. You pulled him a little closer to you, “You’ve taught me so much since we’ve met. I think it’s time I taught you something. Don’t you think? I could…return the favor.”

“What do you think you have to teach me?” Eugene said.

“Trust me,” you whispered, leaning closer to him until your lips were brushing against his. He shivered under your touch but didn’t say anything more. You smirked, “There’s still so much you don’t know, Eugene.”

You brought your lips to his, holding him by the back of his neck as you kissed him. Eugene returned your kiss, a little awkward and a little sloppy but you didn’t mind. It didn’t take away from the passion and heart.

“Is there…anything else to teach me?” Eugene asked softly. You beamed, pulling Eugene to your bed. You pushed him down, tossing your pillows to the floor. Eugene propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you in awe.

“Plenty,” you said, “If you really want to.”

Eugene nodded without a moment of hesitation, “I really want to.”

You climbed into bed, crawling over him and straddling him. You’d never seen him at such a loss for words before. He probably knew the biological side of all of this but he was lost in the actual act of it. But that wasn’t a problem at all. You didn’t mind being his teacher.

“Lift your hips,” you said softly. He did as instructed and you unbuckled his pants, gently tugging them down his legs. You started unbuttoning your shirt and you felt him hardening against your thigh. Tossing the shirt to the floor, you grabbed his hands and sat him up, “Put your hands on me.”

You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. Eugene cleared his throat nervously, watching your breasts spill out of the cups. You placed delicate kisses up and down his neck, gasping as you felt his cold hands against your warm flesh, grabbing your breasts with a little more force than you would’ve expected from him but his touch sent goosebumps through your body. Your mind was racing, unable to focus on one thought as your core ached and burned. Desperate for his touch, you thrust your hips against him, earning a satisfied groan from him. Neither of you could form words in that moment. All you could do was continue grinding against him, leaning your head back as whimpers and grunts fell from gritted teeth.

Eugene pulled his hands from your breasts, trembling hands unbuttoning your jeans and attempting to pull them down your hips. You lifted your hips and pulled your jeans down the rest of the way while he discarded his boxers.

You took him in your hands, biting your lip when he sucked in his breath as you stroked him up and down. Your lips curled into a devious smile as you pulled your hands away, hovering over him. Your breath came shakily as you slid down onto him. Eugene gripped your hips tightly, his nails digging into your skin as you used his shoulder as leverage. You rolled your hips as you moved up and down, leaning your head back as Eugene pressed kisses along your collarbone.

“Y/N,” Eugene muttered, the only thing he was able to say as he thrust his hips up against you. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. You had never expected this to happen. You expected to admire him from afar forever, stay his friend and never say a word. But here you were, so intimate, so close, so connected to him. He made you feel so good and you never wanted it to stop. You wanted to be this close to him forever.

But what followed would feel even better. The ache slowly grew in your core as you took in a deep breath, curling your toes. Eugene, as if knowing what was happening, moved his hips even faster. Your walls squeezed him tightly as you finally burst, scratching down Eugene’s back to keep yourself from crying out. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that it was almost painful but it hurt so good.

“Fuck,” you panted, stroking Eugene’s hair. He’d already fallen back on the bed, his own release exhausting him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, shutting his eyes. You giggled as you rolled off of him, cuddling up against him, “I can’t believe that happened.”

“Neither can I,” Eugene mumbled, “So…what now?”

“Well…this wasn’t a one-time thing,” you said, “I know that I really like you, Eugene. And…and maybe we can give…us a try.”

Eugene smiled softly, sleepily stroking your hair, “I agree.”

You grinned, holding his face as you kissed his lips. Eugene made your heart so full, nothing could bring you down from your high, absolutely nothing.

This one shot was quite a challenge but I hope it turned out alright 😊 Thanks for reading!

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I don’t want to sleep alone - Preference-Set A

Warnings; Mentions of anxiety and past trauma, typical canon violence. Requests are open! Guidlines are pinned at the top of my page A/N; Part two will be up in a few days! So if you don't see your favourite character here, they might be in Part 2 Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner

Rick Grimes; The two of you nearly died after an encounter with the Saviours. Both of you are dragging your feet, both physically and mentally exhausted. When you turn to head towards your bed for the night, Rick stops you. He te;;s you he nearly lost you today and he doesn't want to sleep without you. Taking hold of his hand, you ask him which bedroom. He leads you toward his room because in Rick's opinion, your bed is like sleeping on concrete.

Abraham Ford; Ever since the two of you started getting serious, Abraham began to fear losing you. It comes from losing his wife and children. One thing is for certain he refuses to let that happen. This leads to Abraham asking you if you want to stay the night or insisting you two sleep close to each other for safety. Abraham wants to hold you close to reaffirm your there. It does begin to ease his anxiety when you agree.

Shane Walsh; It's you who tells Shane you don't want to sleep without him. The new world is ferocious, unpredictable, and deadly. Shane has adapted to the new world quickly, without question. So it makes sense for the two of you to share a space. Shane accepts because he doesn't like the idea of you being so far away from him when anything could happen.

Father Gabriel Stokes; Before the dead rose, Gabriel couldn't imagine sleeping with anyone whom he hadn't married. It was a sin in his eyes. The realization death is around the corner for anyone forces Gabriel to realise he doesn't want to miss out on these experiences with you. Gabriel eventually picks up the courage and expresses his feelings, you made sure he's adamant before agreeing.

Merle Dixon; Merle doesn't want to sleep without you. For a couple of reasons; one he doesn't like waking up alone. He wants to wake up with your bodies pressed together. Secondly, if Merle was being completely honest with himself, he doesn't trust anyone in Woodbury, There's no way in hell someone's going to hurt you while he's around. He'd gladly die trying to protect you.

Luke; Luke doesn't want to sleep without you. He feels like it's the next natural stage within your relationship. Living together, sharing a bed etc. Luke is grateful the two of you have found each other. It's only natural he wants to progress your relationship as normal as possible. For Luke, sharing a bed feels like the next step.

Siddiq; Siddiq is shaken from his encounter with the Whisperers. He's never been more terrified of dying before. He's struggling to adapt back to real life, constantly dealing with nightmares When you make the suggestion, Siddiq agrees. He'd thought he'd never see you again. He considers your warm embrace will help him sleep through the night again

Eugene Porter; Eugene is taken aback when you tell him you don't to sleep without him. He can't fathom why you would want to share a bed with him. His reaction is adamant, of course, he does. The entire interaction is awkward, soft and endearing as you both decide who's bed to share.

Benjamin; Benjamin never expected to fall in love. Never expected to find someone in the apocalypse, but he has. He's lying in bed one night, tossing and turning, struggling to sleep. His feet instinctively head him in the direction of your room. When he knocks, you are half asleep. He blurts out he doesn't want to sleep alone. You reply by opening the door wider and allowing him in

Beta; Beta insists you don't sleep alone. Living outside with the Whisperers is dangerous, there's danger at every turn. Beta hasn't cared in the past. When you two get together. things change. Suddenly, he's scared to lose someone. There is someone in his life that he wants to protect. So he insists you two sleep side by side.

Theodore "T-Dog" Douglas; When everyone's sorting out sleeping accommodations in the prison. You surprise him when you tell him you don't want to sleep alone. T-Dog immediately goes in search of a comfortable place for you to sleep. It's nice at the end of the end of the day, to know he's going to fall asleep with you in his arms.

Alden; You and Alden are sitting together reading, your eyes drooping, struggling to stay awake. Alden makes the suggestion you go to bed. However, you refuse telling Alden you don't want to sleep without him. Alden smiles, he truly adores it when you're sleepy and completely honest. Alden replies with you don't have to. Alden leads you up to his room.

Justin; Justin doesn't want to sleep without you through jealousy. He doesn't like the way Daryl's been staring at you. He wants to remind everyone, especially Daryl who you come back to after your day has finished. Who keeps you warm on those cold nights

Noah; Things are always tense in the hospital. There's always some politics going around. Noah's favourite part of the hospital is you. You two are hanging out, when Noah brings it up. He doesn't want to sleep alone, because its time he could have spent with you. The sentiment is sweet and when you agree, Noah asks you which side you prefer.

Jerry; You come to Jerry in the middle of the night, tears running down your face, pain-stricken. Immediately Jerry opens up his arms, embracing you. Jerry sets into consoling you. The world is harsh and cruel and even the strongest people break. When you tell Jerry, you don't want to sleep without him, he tells you you don't have to because he's right here.

Axel; Axel struggles to get accustomed to the harsh reality of the world. You are the best thing to come out of it. Companionship, patience, love. So when you come into his cell asking to sleep with him, he scoots to the side, pulling back the blanket. He tells you, you don't have to ask. He'll protect you from the nightmares.

Gareth; Axel struggles to get accustomed to the harsh reality of the world. You are the best thing to come out of it. Companionship, patience, love. So when you come into his cell asking to sleep with him, he scoots to the side, pulling back the blanket. He tells you, you don't have to ask. He'll protect you from the nightmares.

Micheal Mercer; Micheal is always busy. He takes the job seriously because it's important. However, sometimes he can feel like he's not spending enough time with you. It's why one night, he decides to ask you, to stay. He tells you, he doesn't want to go to bed alone anymore. Not when he can fall and wake up to something beautiful

Negan; Negan smirks when you tell him you don't want to sleep alone. He's been waiting for you to come to him. He didn't want to put any pressure on you, but he's been wanting to share a bed with you for a while. In Negan's mind, it's another way to be close to you. An excuse to feel your body against his.

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walkerwords · 4 years

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“The Savior Sessions” Part 2 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: Gene Page/AMC

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: Part two of the Savior Sessions. Negan asks about how the reader met Rick Grimes and they have a question of their own.

Word Count: 2231

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Lost On You” by LP

Note: Thank you so much for the love on the first one. As I said before, these are just going to be uploaded at random, but I was having writers block so this came out of it while I work on my other works.

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It was early the next time you pushed open the heavy door that led to Negan’s cell.

“Rise and shine,” you sang as you entered, biting into a fresh apple. Negan was already awake, sitting on the floor of his cell bouncing a tennis ball against the stone wall.

“Have you always been so cheerful in the mornings?” Negan asked and then succumbed to a yawn. You smiled as you took your chair and positioned it once again in front of the bars.

“Absolutely not,” you answered. “Mornings were the bane of my existence before the world ended.”

“What changed?” he asked.

“Probably the fact that Walkers woke you up no matter what and if you slept in, you risked being eaten or murdered in your sleep,” you finished with a shrug. Negan just shook his head, already amused. “Oh, I got you something,” you told him and then dug into the bag at your side and produced another apple that you had grabbed from Eugene’s backyard. “Breakfast.” Tossing the piece of fruit through the bars, Negan easily caught it, turning it over in his hands.

“Special delivery from my new favourite person? How did I get so lucky?” Negan asked as he took a bite of the apple.

“You’re locked in a cell because you started a war with Rick Grimes, I wouldn’t exactly call that lucky,” you said.

“Actually,” Negan said, getting to this feet, “he started it with me.”

“Optics,” you said with a wave of your hand. Negan chuckled and collapsed onto his cot, watching you through the bars.

“So, what has been going on with you, (Y/N)?”

“Not much,” you said, “I was roped into helping Porter with something yesterday that I highly regret.”

“How’s that?”

“Eugene needed some help scavenging for scrap metal and parts for some new radio he’s going to attempt to build. We went to an old office building about forty miles West and after looking for a couple of hours, he finally found what he was looking for…in the ceiling.”

“Oh no,” Negan said as he took another bite of his apple, clearly absorbed in your story.

“And of course, I was the only one who could fit into the small space so I hauled my ass through the ceiling to grab his damn wires. I have never been a fan of small spaces, but this felt like I was crawling into my own casket. Not a fan and no matter what Eugene wants, that will never be happening again.”

“Ah, Eugene,” Negan mused, “I do miss that weirdo. I did have a soft spot for him at one point.”

“Until he went all double-agent on your ass and blew up your bullets,” you said fondly as you remembered that particular day in the field.

“Can’t win them all, (Y/N),” Negan said.

“No, you cannot,” you agreed. Sitting further back in your chair, you crossed your ankles. “What about you? Anything interesting happening around here?”

“How would I know about anything that goes on in this postcard of a town?” Negan asked with a glint in his eye.

“I know that you listen to us through your window,” you said, pointing to the small hole that offers him a peek at Alexandrian life. Negan smirked, leaning back against the stone wall, matching your position. “Out with it.”

“Very well. Gabe and Scott were arguing about something to do with the council. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but Scotty boy isn’t on the council, right?”

“He’s not,” you confirmed, “but he’s one of Michonne’s right hands when it comes to security. Normal for him to have concerns. He’s practically Judith’s personal bodyguard these days.”

“As if Miss Grimes needs one,” Negan said with a smile.

“You should see her when she used the sword,” you told him. “She looks just like her mom.”

“Always knew she was a special kid,” Negan said. It was silent for a few moments as the two of you finished off your apples and basked in the quiet. Eventually, it got too much and you finally spoke.

“I’ve been thinking about heading over to the Kingdom,” you said, “check in on the King.”

“That guy is weird as shit,” Negan said, “and what was up with the tiger?”

“Shiva?” you asked with a grin. “She was incredible. Ezekiel was a zookeeper before the Turn and he saved her when she got hurt once. When everything went to hell, he went back for her and the two of them took on the Walkers together. Shiva was with him every step of the way.”

“What happened to her?” he asked, noticing your use of past tense. “I didn’t see her after the day everyone rode in here.”

“Walkers got her,” you told him. “Ezekiel was cornered and she fought them off to save him, but there were too many of them.”

“Damn,” Negan said.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” you said. Shiva’s death had hit you pretty hard when Jerry had told you. When you had met the big cat, she had immediately taken to you. Besides Ezekiel, only a few people were able to get close to her. Yourself, Jerry, Daryl, and Carol were those people and all four of you had mourned the loss of Ezekiel’s tiger for weeks after her demise. There was something so primal about hunting alongside the cat and as weird as it was, it felt almost natural to move through the new world alongside a predator such as her.

“So,” Negan said, snapping you out of your reverie. “What’s on the agenda for the day?”

“That’s up to you. I’m just here as a sounding board,” you told him.

“We both know that’s not true,” Negan said as he smiled at you. You shrugged and waited. Eventually, he sighed and gave up. “Fine, fine, I will start,” he said. “How about you tell me how you met the infamous Rick Grimes.”

“I can do that,” you agreed and settled in for the story. “I met Rick the same day that he was reunited with his wife and son. Do you know what happened to him at the beginning of all this?”

“No,” Negan said, intrigued, “do tell.”

“Well, you know he was a cop, right?” Negan nodded. “Right, so before the Turn, Rick was shot on the job and he ended up in a coma. His partner, Shane, tried to get him out of the hospital when everything happened, but he couldn’t wake him up and so he left him behind so Shane could get Lori and Carl to safety. He barricaded Rick’s hospital room to keep him safe and then he left. Rick woke up well after the Walkers began taking over and he was all alone in the hospital.”

“Jesus,” Negan said, cringing at the thought.

“He ended up meeting Morgan not long after and he explained everything that had happened.”

“Stick guy?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “eventually, Rick made it to Atlanta to look for the refuge centers, but of course the city was overrun. He was pretty much screwed until someone saved his life and got him off the street.”

“Who was that?” Negan asked and you paused. You had tried not to think about Glenn now that you were tasked with speaking to the man who had murdered him, but now it was unavoidable. Negan waited while you tried to control your anger that swelled in your chest.

“It was Glenn,” you said, “Maggie’s husband.” Recognition flashed in his eyes and his face fell, but you continued. “Glenn was just a kid then, but he risked everything to get Rick to him and got him to our group that was scavenging in the city. They’re all dead now, but they were good people. Well, all of them except for Merle Dixon, Daryl’s brother. He was a piece of work…”

“And what happened to him?”

“The first time? Rick handcuffed him to a rooftop cause he was being a racist misogynist and then eventually Merle cut off his own hand to get away. The second time, this asshole we had problems with killed him and let him turn. Daryl had to put him down.” Negan’s brows rose at that, but he didn’t interrupt. “Eventually, Glenn, Rick, and the others got back to our camp at the quarry, and Rick, Lori, and Carl were reunited. Lori introduced me to Rick shortly after.”

“Did you two get along?”

“Not at all,” you laughed as you remembered your first meeting. “I didn’t like him when I met him. He was too...uptight. Daryl also hated him for leaving Merle, but those two worked it out eventually. Rick just showed up and took charge and it bugged me, but I soon realized he was the best person to lead us and so we all fell in line. He ended up saving our asses more times than I can count so I guess we made the right decision after all.”

“Hero type, huh?”

“No,” you disagreed, “if you knew everything he did to protect us, you wouldn’t call him a hero. He was just one of the only ones to do what was necessary to do what needed to be done. I learned a lot from his actions.”

“Meaning what?” Negan asked.

“Meaning I learned quickly how to kill someone when it was necessary to keep my people safe. We all did.”

“Even Carl?”

“Even Carl,” you agreed. “As I said, we’ve all done things. This world never cares how old you are, you just have to survive.”

“Who was the first person you killed?” he asked. You stared at him as the images flashed through your mind. The face of the man whom you killed as he went for Tyreese when the Governor attacked the prison. You could still feel his blood on your fingers as you removed the knife from his skull. It was the first of many kills, but it was still the first.

“We’ll save that one for another time,” you said.

“Did I touch a nerve?” he asked, but it wasn’t his usual snarky comeback, he genuinely seemed concerned. You smiled at him.

“I’m a lot tougher than I look, Negan,” you told him. “You can’t piss me off that easily.”

“Good to know,” he said. His expression changed then, watching you as if trying to read every inch of you like a book. “I can see the gears turning in your head, (Y/N).”

“Is that so?”

“I know you have a question on your mind,” he said. “Go on, ask me what you want to know. God knows I’ve been doin’ all the damn talking.” Negan was right, you did have something you wanted to ask him and it had been on your mind since the day Jadis, or rather, Anne had shown up at the gates of Alexandria looking for Rick.

“Why did you kill all of Jadis’ people? What was the reason for wiping them all out? Was it vengeance or were you just bored?” You hadn’t meant for it to come out as harsh as it did, but this was something you needed. While Jadis wasn’t your favourite person, she had helped your group when it was needed and before she disappeared, she had become a key member of the group. Negan sighed and you could see that the question bothered him.

“I didn’t kill them,” he said in a low voice. “I ordered Simon to go and speak to her and get them to drop their alliance with you, but I never wanted him to… Simon killed Jadis’ people. I didn’t know about it until she told me herself.” You watched him, trying to see if he was lying, but you also knew he wasn’t a liar. In fact, Negan’s whole thing was that he never shied away from the truth. It was annoyingly charming and something that you admired and found incredibly irritating.

“So, you’re not a cold-blooded killer then,” you concluded.

“Not always,” he said with a slight shrug.

The sun was getting higher in the sky now and it began to stream through the small window of Negan’s cell. You knew you would have to leave in a bit. You had promised Aaron that you would watch Gracie so he could run an errand. And by errand, you knew that meant meeting up with Jesus. The man thought he was being slick, but you could see right through his lovesick lies. It was adorable.

“(Y/N),” Negan said, gaining your attention once again. “Let me ask you this because I have been curious since our last visit.”

“Shoot,” you said.

“What was your vote on what to do with me?” he asked.

“We didn’t vote,” you reminded him. Rick had made the decision and that was that.

“Well if you had,” Negan said, “what would you have chosen?” You thought about telling him, but a part of you loved keeping him on his toes.

“I’ll tell you next time,” you said as you got up from your seat.

“Tease!” he said dramatically as he fell back on his cot. You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop the smile that spread on your face.

“Not used to getting what you want, Negan?” he looked over at you with narrowed eyes. You leaned over and wrapped your hands around the bars. “Tragic.”

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OCTOBER 2021

THE RIB PAGE

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We miss U Charlie Watts!!

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The Stones performed at a private party for Patriots owner Robert Kraft of all people. The test run looked like just that. Shark jumped. I am becoming disillusioned.

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SNL is back with Owen Wilson as first host of season 47. Kacey Musgraves is the musical guest. Episode 2 will have a ridic choice for host. Halsey will sing. I suppose $ is power with the Kardashians. I could think of about 10 million other people to host but more and more Lorne goes for the shiny object , what he THINKS people want instead of taking risk. Beck Bennett is out.

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Is everybody watching the Amber Ruffin Show?? I loved her before but now… I learn so much from her show. Sometimes it takes a comic to get to the real serious shit. For example: Have you heard of drowning towns? Towns like Oscarville, Kowaliga, York hill, Seneca Village, Prentiss and countless other black towns that were drowned out to make lakes for the local whites. Central Park was also made after a black community was erased from history. Development displacement? Alleyway dwelling authority? Even those rabid for history can find out new things everyday. Thanks Amber!!

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Bob Woodward and Robert Costa are finally giving us Peril !!!!!! I’ve been waiting!!** I was in political nerd heaven on Sept. 24 when Yamiche hosted Robert, Bob and Weijia Jang on Washington Week. All of my favorite pundits all together at one table, my dream team!!

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Iman looked great at the Met Gala!! Other great looks belonged to AOC, Tessa Thompson, Maluma, Helen Lasichanb and Pharrell Williams. Gigi Hadid, Kiki Layne, Ashton Sanders, Hailee Steinfeld, Kehlani, Zoe Kravitz, Michaela Cole, Lili Reinhart, Kate Hudson and Shai Gilgeous- Alexander were great. Whoopi Goldberg seemed a bit off.

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Jason Isbell is back with his latest offering, Georgia Blue.

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I see a lot of Title Max type establishment are closing down. Are they a thing of the past? Let’s hope.

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Law and Order is coming back to NBC for season 21. Dick Wolf will own 2 entire nights of television. Some of the old cast is reported to be returning.

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Britney Spears Father was suspended as her conservator.

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Timothy Chalamet, Rowan Atkinson, Sally Hawkins and Olivia Coleman will star in Wonka.

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The 2022 Super Bowl halftime show will bring us Snoop Dogg, Eminem, Mary J. Blige, Dr. Dre and Kendrick Lamar.

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People are doing test runs for school board positions to see if their political ideas will play well for the big leagues. If they don’t seem to work, at least they can sometimes change the rules in their own area.

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Joe Rogan got Covid.

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Lake Michigan beaches were closed down thanks to a US Steel plant chemical leak.

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Is this country the master of endless administrative work? None of us should have been surprised at the red tape that the slowed down the end of the war in Afghanistan.** Uber donated 50k for rides and meals to the Afghans when they arrive.**And why do so many waste taxpayer $ on useless recounts and recalls when people need real help with food and healthcare? They must really hate humanity.

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R. Kelly was found guilty of 8 counts of sex trafficking and 1 count of racketeering.

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Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. – Dwight D. Eisenhower

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Texas has put a law into effect to allow most Texans to carry open without permit or training.

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Texas has banned abortion at about 6 weeks. Uber and Lyft will pay drivers legal fees if sued under Texas abortion law. Lyft donated $1mil to Planned Parenthood. ** Look for the ruling in the Mississippi law over Roe V. Wade in June 2022.**Hear us roar!** BTW.. Go Jen Psaki!!!!!!!

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They seriously banned plastic straws and abortion before assault rifles? – Eden Dranger

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Please stop banning abortions, the last thing the world needs is more Americans. –Sarah Beattie

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Women don’t inseminate themselves. Vasectomies are reversible. Should every man have one until he’s deemed financially and emotionally fit to be a Father? – Bradley Whitford

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90 year old William Shatner will go to space for Blue Origin.

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The Q Anon Shaman pled guilty to a felony for obstructing the Electoral College proceedings. I say 20 years and a $250K fine.** 600 others have been indicted.

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Days Alert: The Beyond Salem thing was ridic but it was so great to see some old characters. Days is so great at visiting old family. Who can resist Shane, Austin and Carrie, Billie and the old Kristen? I do wish that Peacock would get their kinks out!! Back to the real Days: Are we smelling an Emmy for Susan Seaforth Hayes and Bill?? ** Good to have Abigail back. It is always fun to wonder which actress and or personality it will be. ** Deidre Hall got her star on the walk of fame.**And just in time for Halloween, the Devil is making a comeback. The end of the year in Salem is always the best!! It is so brave to give the 96 year old man the old switcheroo into the Dark Lord. It was fun to see the grandkids discover Grandma Marlena’s story. Delicious!! Hail Satan!!** It is past time for Tate and Teresa to come back to town. Brady needs to be put in his place. And thanks for the Philip and Chloe flashbacks!!

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The breakdown of the vaccinated: 90% of Atheists, 86% Hispanic Catholic, 84% Agnostic, 79% White Catholic, 73% White mainline protestant, 70% Black mainline protestant, 57% white evangelical. 1 in 500 Americans have died of Covid.

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So Mike Lindell and Jim Baker have teamed up to sell children’s Bible pillows.** Piers Morgan has returned to the Murdoch organization by joining Fox. That sounds about right.

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Please stop saying the vaccine does not have severe side effects, I took my shots and now I’m alive and have to keep working. –Mohand Eishieky

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In theatres Oct. 22: The French Dispatch.** October also brings us a new season of Curb your enthusiasm and Oct. 17 will catch us up on Succession. Whew!!!

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So people under conservatorship are not free to marry who they want? What?

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46% of Americans believe in ghosts.

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Simone Biles, Mckayla Maroney and Aly Rasiman testified at the Senate judiciary hearing about the FBI’s handling of accusations against Larry Nassar and it was eye opening!

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We wanted a no -nonsense Dem who pushes on and does not puss out. I am a bit surprised to see we have it. There are so many pressing issues that I hope Biden works a bit more on Haiti though.

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The National Police Act was passed to celebrate cops. Still no police reform.

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John Mulaney and Olivia Munn are going to have a baby.

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The Emmy’s were a little different this year with more of a Golden Globe look. Cedric the Entertainer hosted with Reggie Watts as DJ. Lots of minority noms but barely a win. It was a white people night. Ted Lasso had a great night. Mare of Eastown took home a few with Evan Peters, Julianne Nicholson and Kate Winslet. Now, Kate is great but how did Anya Taylor- Joy not walk away with that? Queens Gambit did win a couple and gave the longest speech with the seemingly arrogant director Scott Frank who opened up 2 page acceptance. Categories were tough but I was routing for Renee Elise Goldberry and Bowen Yang but perhaps next year. The people in England who had their own party for all the statues that the Crown won seemed to be having more fun! Hacks won for writing and directing and Jean Smart!! It was nice to see the Norm Macdonald love which was barely mentioned by Lorne but celebrated by John Oliver. Colbert ‘s election night special won as did JB Smoove. Hamilton won and Debbie Allen got the big one. I do not understand why real singers and or musicians have to be there for the in Memoriam. It takes me out of it a bit and concentrates the focus on them. Do they think that people will pay attention more? Do they want to keep the home audience or live audience from the bathroom? My best dressed were Anya Taylor-Joy, Michaela Cole who won for I may destroy you, Jean Smart, Josh O’Connor, Kathryn Hahn, Billy Porter, MJ Rodriguez, Keenan Thonpson, Leslie Odom Jr., Catherine O’Hara, Trevor Noah, Eugene Levy, Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys, Bowen Yang, Anthony Anderson, Leslie Grossman, Amber Ruffin, Allyson Felix, Renee Elise Goldberry, Samira Wiley and Rege- Jean Page. My worst were Sarah Paulson, Gillian Anderson, Beanie Feldstein, Elizabeth Olsen and Aidy Bryant. To me the best part of the show was the enthusiasm of Conan and the way he injected himself into much of the evening .He was the show. Go Conan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Next year there must be some Emmys for Sarah Paulson and Cobie Smulders in Impeachment!!!!!

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Oh Boy!! The Eyes of Tammy Faye!!

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Looking forward to the Electric Life of Louis Wain with Benedict Cumberbatch and Claire Foy.

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Abba has a new album!!

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Shang Chi is the biggest Labor Day opening with a $71.4 mil opening.

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Sen. Amy Klobuchar has announced she has breast cancer.

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Is it the 70’s? A streaker ran past the studio of the Today show.

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Rascal Flatts Joe Don Rooney was arrested for DUI.** Nicholas Cage was thrown out of a prime rib pace in Vegas after being drunk and disorderly.

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Jennifer Eckhart has filed a lawsuit against former Fox news anchor Ed Henry for rape and retaliation after allegedly being handcuffed and beaten.

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Scarlett Johansson has settled her Disney lawsuit.

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Pete Buttigieg and Chasten had twins they named Penelope Rose and Joseph August.

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I noticed a commercial for Dancing with the Stars. Are we onto the E list because I have heard of hardly any of these people. ‘Stars’is really stretching it. And as I post this I see there are some covid issues there as well.

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Virgin River was renewed for 2 more seasons.

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Trevor Noah is right? Why do they stop giving lollipops to adults at the doctor?

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Jon Stewart is back on Apple tv with ‘The problem with Jon Stewart.

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Brooklyn 99 had about the best finale (other than Newhart) that I can recall. I had my fingers crossed that Chelsea would be back. Will they honor us like they did in the show and come back for a special about once a year? That would be fucking awesome!!

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Don’t expect compliments from an insecure person.- Mr. Pickles

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Thousands and thousands of people are in need. Haitian refugees and other immigrants have seen nothing like this what with assassination, a hurricane and earthquake. The Southern border is a mess.** Why does Fox news keep telling refugees the border is open as they sit back and laugh at Biden’s predicament. Spreading false info to intentionally hurt poor, distressed people has no end for them.

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Do companies know how fucked up their employment websites are? It is true that some people do not want to work. It is true that people schedule interviews and don’t show up. It is also true that companies have made it so hard to apply that many can’t. I suppose it is easier for them but the poor who may really want to work have a hard time. Paper applications are almost completely gone. The old fashioned way of walking into low paying job sites and finding a connection with a manager rarely exist. Some places only accept texts or have long ridiculous psych tests that a working Mother may not have time for. A Father working many hours already, may not be able to go to the library to get online if they cannot afford a computer. Many websites tell you that there no positions available in your area while there is a huge sign in front of the establishment. Can’t find people to work.. Gee I wonder why?? And treat people with respect once you find them, how about that?

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Keep your head up in failure, and your head down in success. –Jerry Seinfeld

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Free coffee day came and went but only a few places really gave you free coffee without rules to govern the promo. Some places wanted to sell you something else and some made you belong to their club. Starbucks held that customers had to come inside for the free cup of Joe, handicapped or not.

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One would think the Republicans would run out of $ for recounts but they have deep pockets. Just think how much good they could do for the huddled masses with that scratch.

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Sad to lose Mick Brigden, protégé of Bill Graham who managed The Stones and worked with Frampton, Dylan and Santana.** And the comics were very vocal about the loss of Norm Macdonald. He was one of a kind and he will be missed!

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R.I.P. Ruth Marx, Lee Scratch Perry, Willard Scott, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Isadore Bleckman, George Wein, Michael K. William,George Holliday, Anthony Johnson, Basil Hoffman, Al Harrington,Willie Garson, Mick Brigden, Tommy Kirk and Norm Macdonald.

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And I am back at it again trying to count the kills in The Walking Dead. I am slowly going insane.

That's the link to the first three seasons since I thought the post was getting a bit long :)

Season 4

Character introductions:

Patrick ? ep. 1

David ? ep. 1

Zack ? ep.1

Bob Stooky ep. 1

‘Mouldy lady’ (she doesn’t have a name I think) ep. 1

Lizzie Samuels ep.1

Mika Samuels ep. 1

Ryan Samuels ep. 2

Doctor S ep. 2

Tara Chambler ep. 6

Lily Chambler ep. 6

Meghan Chambler ep.6

Mr Chambler ep.6

Mitch Dolgen ep.7

Pete Dolgen ep.7

Alisha ? ep.7

Abraham Ford ep.10

Eugene Porter ep.10

Rosita Espinosa ep.10

Joe ? ep.11

Gareth ? ep.13

Gareth and Alex’s Mom ep.13

Alex ? ep.13

Top characters - in my opinion :)

Abraham Ford

Daryl Dixon

Beth Greene

Eugene Porter (don’t ask why, I genuinely don’t know)

Tara Chambler

On to the kills!

Karen: 5 walkers

David: 6 walkers

Glenn: 29 walkers

Daryl: 6 humans + 74 walkers (1 assumed) with a total of 80

Sasha: 22 walkers

Zack: 2 walkers

‘Mouldy lady’: 1 human (herself :( )

Carl: 28 walkers

Rick: 5 humans + 29 walkers with a total of 34

Carol: 3 humans + 10 walkers (1 assumed) with a total of 13

Maggie: 25 walkers

Tyreese: 26 walkers (1 was assumed when he put down a Mika)

Dr. S: 1 walkers

Michonne: 3 humans (1 assisted) + 32 walkers with a total of 35

Bob: 23 walkers

Herschel: 5

Martinez: 1 human (spoken of but never seen) + 1 walker with a total of 2

Governor: 2 humans + 5 walkers with a total of 7

Mitch: 1 human

Lily: 1 human (assisted) + 1 walker with a total of 2

Lizzie: 3 humans (not seen, but we can all agree she killed Mika) + 4 walkers with a total of 7

Beth: 3 walkers

Mika: 4 walkers

Tara: 10 walkers

Abraham: 14 walkers

Joe: 1 human (killed off screen and was by multiple of the claimers)

Rosita: 5 walkers

Eugene: 4 walkers

Total walker kills: 338

Total human kills: 27

Total kills overall: 448

Total walker kills over all 4 seasons: 1033

Total human kills over all 4 seasons: 121

Overall total kills in all 4 seasons: 1134

Main character deaths:

Zack: bitten on ankle and face, then crushed by a building ep.1-30 days without an accident

Mouldy Lady: stabbed self twice, left to turn ep.1-30 days without an accident

Patrick: ok I haven’t looked at this in a while and in my book it said he died of ‘extreme Covid’ so take that as you will ep.1-30 days without an accident

Ryan: Bitten and put down by carol ep.2-infected

Karen and David: Carol stabbed them in the head and then burned them 😳 ep.2-infected

Dr. S: Was sick and turned (I think Herschel put him down but I can’t remember) ep.5-interment

Mr Chambler: died from lung cancer then put down by ‘Brian’ ep.6-live bait

Shumpert: got drunk and walked into walker pits. He was killed in between seasons but is only mentioned at this point

Martinez (another fave dead): Hit by ‘Brian’ with golf club then fed to walkers ep.7-dead weight

Pete: killed by ‘Brian’ and left to turn under water ep.7-dead weight

Herschel (NOOOO): Head cut off by the governor (brutally) then put down by Michonne ep.8-too far gone

Meghan: Bitten then put down by The Governor ep.8-too far gone

The governor (thank the heavens): Shot by Rick (non-leathaly), stabbed through the chest by michonne, shot in the head by lily ep.8-too far gone

Mitch the Bitch: Shot with bolt by Daryl ep.8- too far gone (lots of people going this ep)

Lily: eaten alive, willingly. Between episodes but witnessed by Tara

Mika: Stabbed in the neck (I think) by lizzie ep.13-the grove

Lizzie: shot in the head by carol ep.13-the grove

Joe: Bitten in the neck by Rick (walker style) ep.16-A

Alex: Shot by Rick ep.16-A

Saddest death: Herschel. WHY DID HE DIE! HE NEVER HURT ANYONE! LEAVE HIM ALONE!

Happiest death: The Governor. Hmm let me see: he tortured Glenn, assaulted Maggie, tried to get Daryl and Merle to kill each other, killed axel, KILLED MERLE, killed his entire army, was the cause of Andreas death (but who really cares), killed Martinez and Pete (he just wanted to be a good person), beat the shit out of rick, tried to torture michonne, and I think I’m missing something... Oh yeah-HE KILLED HERSCHEL. That basterd deserved worse.

Best death: Lizzie. Lizzie was kind of a psycho and she deserved it a bit, but the main reason her death was the best is because it started carols whole ‘mental downfall’ thing, which is very important to the story.

Worst death: Martinez, I guess. I can’t choose Herschel since I’ve given him the saddest death so it has to be Martinez. Personally I think Daryl should have killed him because of their betting game thing in season 3

Top 15 killers:

1. Rick. 150 walkers. 10 humans. 160 total. Currently alive

2. Daryl. 140 walkers. 10 humans. 150 total. Currently alive

3. Glenn. 69 (noice) walkers. 0 humans. 69 total. Currently alive

4. Michonne. 61 walkers. 7 humans. 68 total. Currently alive

5. Governor. 27 walkers. 40 humans. 67 total. Dead S4 ep8

6. Herschel. 66 walkers. 0 humans. 66 total. Dead S4 ep8

7. Merle: 32 walkers. 24 humans. 56 total. Dead S3 ep15

7. Andrea: 54 walkers. 2 humans. 56 total. Dead S3 ep16

8. Carl. 50 walkers. 1 human. 51 total. Currently alive

9. Maggie. 39 walkers. 3 humans. 42 total. Currently alive

10. Shane (go away): 32 walkers. 4 humans. 36 total. Dead S2 ep12

11. Tyreese: 35 walkers. 0 humans. 35 total. Currently alive

12. T-dog (hang in there, man): 32 walkers. 0 humans. 32 total. Dead S3 ep4

13. Sasha: 25 walkers. 0 humans. 25 total. Currently alive

14. Shumpert: 21 walkers. 3 humans. 24 total. Dead between S3-S4

15. Bob: 23 walkers. 0 humans. 23 total. Currently alive.

First (and last) words:

Patrick: 1st (yes ma’am) last (I don’t wanna yack on someone)

David: 1st (take that) last (take that) he only has one line

Zack: 1st (I was just about to come find you) last (Don’t leave me!)

Bob: 1st (Hey!) last (?)

Mouldy lady: 1st (wait please) last (you don’t come back)

Lizzie: 1st (Nick! Look over here!) last (I’m sorry)

Mika: 1st (one of them has a name tag) last (I love them!)

Ryan: 1st (it’s happening isn’t it?) last (take care of your sister)

Dr. S: 1st (got no bites) last (you’ve gotta go)

Karen: 1st (Noah’s asthmatic) last (I’ll see you later)

Tara: 1st (you look like you barley got out alive) last (?)

Lily: 1st (Tara!) last (Meghan!)

Meghan: 1st (Mama) last (it’s ok, I can do it myself!)

Mr Chambler: 1st (have a cigarette?) last (please)

Mitch: 1st (you know this guy?) last (You, get up now!)

Pete: 1st (they’ve got a kid for Christ’s sake) last (it’s a sha-)

Alisha: 1st (just messing with my knife) last (I’ll find you)

Martinez: 1st (say the word) last (yeah and then-)

Hershel: 1st (was he bit?) last (it could work, you know it could) 🥺

The Governor: 1st (save your ammo for when you need it) last (liar)

Abraham: 1st (well look at this) last (?)

Eugene: 1st (it’s classified) last (?)

Rosita: 1st (don’t do this Abraham) last (?)

Joe: 1st (get your asses down here!) last (that’ll be fun, won’t it-)

Gareth: 1st (I’ll guess Alberts on perimeter watch) last (?)

Alex: 1st (did they deserve it?) last (Gareth?)

Finaly we’re done with season 4. Sadly a certain person *cough, cough* Shane *cough, cough* won’t leave us alone on the leader board, but I doubt he’ll be here for much longer. Until next time!

#the walking dead #twd #Daryl Dixon #Rick grimes #michonne #Maggie greene #Glenn rhee #Carl grimes #Abraham Ford #rosita espinosa #eugene porter #tara chambler #carol peletier #Shane walsh #Merle Dixon

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underatedcharactersunite · 6 years

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Wrapping Christmas Presents with Eugene Porter

🎁 Everything has to be precise. Each Christmas present has to be perfectly wrapped. Each present is individually perfected.

🎁 Eugene likes to make sure everything is perfected. Everything has to match from the wrapping paper to the ribbon, the bow, and the tag. Everything has to be in perfect order.

🎁 Eugene makes sure the two of you have a perfect amount of space to do everything. If possible he will find a table for the two of you to use.

🎁 The stack of presents in then organized into piles of who it belongs to and then a sub-pile if it belongs in their stocking.

🎁 Once everything is organized and together it’s only when the two of you can start.

🎁 The two of you found a radio and a couple of CD’s full of Christmas music so that’s what the two of you to put on to truly set the mood.

🎁 The two of you then begin to get into a rhythm or wrapping presents. Placing the bows on top with the ribbon. Every so often you get up to get something you can’t reach, you always press a kiss to Eugene’s lips as you walk by.

🎁 Eugene specifically loves when you do that. Even though he does not mention it.

🎁 Eugene always keeps count of who has what. He tries to keep everyone at an equal amount.

🎁 Unless it’s you then he will always give you more. Because you are his significant other and he believes that you deserve the world.

🎁 Wrapping Christmas with Eugene is always different because he has such specific ways of doing things.

#the walking dead imagine #the walking dead one shot #the walking dead oneshot #the walking dead imagines #twd imagine #twd imagines #twd headcanon #twd preferences #twd oneshot #twd one shot #eugene porter imagines #eugene porter imagine #eugene porter oneshot #eugene porter one shot #christmas headcanon

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3than1no · 5 years

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Photographs

Fandom: The Walking Dead

A/N: I don’t really know what this is.. just kind of wrote. Enjoy x

Eugene sat on the edge of the bed, a battered photo album rest in his lap. His fingers slowly flicking through each page as he studied each photograph that he saw. He had never understood why you wanted to take so many photos. “It’s to capture each moment so we don’t forget.” You had told him when he had voiced his thoughts. The world was a cruel place, he didn’t understand why you would want to remember it.

He stopped at a photo, his heart wrenched in his chest. He remembered the moment clearly as though it was just yesterday. You had been sat on the porch swing, Abraham sat next to you as he taught you how to smoke a cigar. He remembered how much you had bugged him to teach you. You had thrown Eugene your camera, telling him to snap a photo as you posed with Abe. The man looked exasperated as he had stared toward the camera, a cigar in his mouth as you had thrown an arm around him. The smile on your face was radiant, one Eugene had grown to love over the time he had known you. His gaze roamed over the photo, studying the people in the photo. He felt a lump in his throat. He’d give anything to have his friend back.

He flicked through more photos, many of them ones you had taken of your close friends. Simple but beautiful photos, ones he hadn’t appreciated before. There were many of him in there. You had told him that he was your photo muse. Something he had frowned at, not much liking his photo being taken but you had still managed to get some. Ones of him just sat reading, of him tinkering with different electronics, rare ones of his smile.

There were ones of you and him, that you had insisted he take with you. You had wanted to snap as many pictures with him as possible. Many of them spontaneous, some of the two of you when you had gone outside the walls of Alexandria, random selfies you had to practically beg him for. You had many photos posed with different people, all of them carefree and fun.

His fingers trailed over one particular photo. It was his all time favourite of the two of you. He hadn’t much liked it at the time, in fact he looked very put out in the photo. You were the reason he liked it so much. The large smile on your face, your eyes bright and full of life, you looked happy and free as though the world hadn’t ended. As though it was just you and him left in the world to do as you pleased. He wanted to go back to that moment, to jump into the photograph and actually make an effort to look happy in a picture with you. To appreciate why you wanted to take so many pictures, to see through your eyes why every moment around you was beautiful and photograph worthy because he never understood why you wanted to take photos. He never understood why you wanted to remember every little moment as it passed you by. He had never understood.. not until you were gone.

#the walking dead #eugene porter #eugene porter x reader #eugene porter/reader #fan fiction #the walking dead fan fiction #abraham ford #twd fan fiction #twd #imagine #the walking dead imagine #twd imagine #one shot #the walking dead one shot #twd one shot

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