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Andrew Lincoln as ʀɪᴄᴋ ɢʀɪᴍᴇs × Sarah Wayne Callies as ʟᴏʀɪ ɢʀɪᴍᴇs (S02.E01-13 • 2011-2012)

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Magnolia in May (Part Six) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: kinda anti-Lori, angsty as hell (sorry), misunderstandings, hopelessness, settling, and crying.

[[A/N: Actually so fucked up over this. I thank What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish for this sudden sprint of new inspiration. Thanks for reading :)) ]]

"Lori," she added in, a wonderfully beautiful smile smoothing across her face, "-Mrs. Lori Grimes."

Suddenly, it wasn't raining around you. Or at least you couldn't feel it, despite the visual onslaught of the rain around you. You couldn't feel it-

"Mrs-" you cleared your throat -voice unsteady and scary, "-Mrs. Grimes?"

"Right, yes," she hummed, "-do you want to come inside? The rain is dreadful, I'd hate for you to get a cold. He should be down soon-"

"No," you answered, quickly -almost too quickly, "-no, I... It's not urgent enough to bother him."

"But it's urgent enough to walk in the rain?" She laughed -slightly, tilting her head, "-Really, he'll only be a few moments-"

"That's..." you paused, trying to keep your heart which was searing in your chest at bay, "-That's very kind of you, but I must be going."

"May I fetch you an umbrella, at least?"

You pursed your lips, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a heavy breath -trying to will the urge of your heart, and be rational, "Yes, if it's not a bother."

"None at all," she spoke, holding the door open for you to enter, "-should only take a moment."

You flinched, but stepped forward, entering the entryway -the beauty of the paintings as stunning as when you first saw them. Paint rather layered and color varied, as you took a few timid steps -leading down the entry hall, and you would've gone back. Truly, not eager to spend more time here, but your eyes caught on something.

The shine of gold glimmered in the corner of your eye, and you'd only wanted to see a glance-

It was a family portrait, intricately painted with beautiful smiling faces. Lori was rather still, a rather practiced smile across her face, something rather off in it. Mr. Grimes was just to her right -face rather solemn, it didn't seem to fit him. You were so used to his smile, the crinkle by his eyes, seeing him happy -it didn't seem so in the painting. And in the middle stood a young boy, dark brown hair styled and blue eyes familiar -they were the same as his father's.

Your eyes skimmed over his figure, eyes as blue as the day you met him and curls pushed back rather harshly. His suit is a dark gray, a delicate thing with many layers -more sort of formal business look that you hadn't seen of the man yet. Still quite handsome, despite it all.

Something slipped down your cheek, unrestrained, vulnerable-

"Ms. Greene?"

You cleared your throat, scrubbing away at your eyes -the harsh red there surely leaving a mark. Even despite that, you tried to school your face into a more gentle expression -something to hide the pain. It was rather ungraceful.

"I seemed to be able to find one in the closet nearby," she continued, toying with the umbrella in her hand -until her eyes splashed up, resting startlingly still on your form.

Her eyes flickered to the painting, and back to you with a thoughtful sort of glance, "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know him?"

"Mr. Grimes?" you composed yourself, certainly wishing the tears away or the shake of your voice. Anything that gave you away.

"Well," you started, eyes unwillingly settling on him in the portrait (despite your better judgment) as you fidgeted with your skirt -mud caked upon it so thoroughly that you found it rather stiff, "-I met him in the market, really- more acquaintances than anything. Helped him find-"

"Judith," she answered -a little clipped, but you couldn't tell if it was because of you or mentioning Judith, "-I know. He's spoke of you."

You swallowed the cry in your throat -something stirring in you that he talked of you, but it felt numb. It felt so far than it had just the other day -tracing the inked letters repeatedly, hopeful. You knew you shouldn't have been hopeful, you told yourself-

"You danced," she added, approaching you with hesitant steps, eyes locked onto the portrait -detailing the figures in her own head, you assumed, "-all night at the ball, did you not?"

"Oh," you hugged your coat to your arms, the fabric growing stiff as it dried, "-that wasn't... Mrs. Grimes, you have nothing to-"

"It was," she interrupted, "-I know it was, Ms. Greene. I could see it in him."

"See it?"

She laughed, a little bittersweet -hand moving to rest upon your shoulder, "Richard Grimes is an easy man to read, I'm sure you've learned. As I showed up on his doorstep, his feelings for me had changed. I knew it, just didn't know who."

"And yet, he let you in?"

Lori didn't respond, a sort of silence developed in the entryway as you peered upon the painting -eyes caught on every curve of his face, everything you could recognize. He was rather solemn in the painting, sure, but it was still him. And a part of you wished to commit him to memory if you never saw him again, you wanted to remember.

"Could you," she paused, clearing her throat and dabbing at her eyes, "-Could you fall in love with him?"

"Mrs. Grimes-" you urged -you didn't want to come in between them, it was truly the last thing you'd want on your conscience.

"Ms. Greene, it is of no offense to me. Answer freely."

"You're his wife-" you echoed -tone in a sort of disbelief, "-how will another woman admitting she could love your husband not offend you?"

"I'm a wife who loves another man," she answered -voice shaky and echoing through the air, "-I can hardly judge."

You paused, eyes surfing over him in the painting -eyes lighting up with the familiar memories of crinkle smiles and berry baskets. You weren't there yet, sure, but could you be?

"I could," you answered with finality, tears rising up from your throat, "-I am. I am falling in love with him, isn't that just dreadful?"

Mrs. Grimes smiled lightly -a bittersweet feeling smoothing over his lips, "No, it truly isn't. But-"

You spun to her attention, heart heavy in your chest -a sort of dread clawing up your throat. It could never end well, could it?

"He loves his children," she started, hand moving from your shoulder down to the two of your clasped hands, "-and if my reconciling with him makes their lives easier, I know he will try to do it. And I..."

"You can't promise to say no," you finished, eyes a little bleary and heart cracked open, "-I wouldn't wish you to."

Lori flattened her mouth into a thin line, a deep sort of sorrow setting in her eyes -heartbroken, just like you, "It's a comfortable life, I'd be incompetent to turn it down, and for that, I'm... sorry."

You swallowed, tears washing down your face -steadfast, as your eyes settled on hers (a sort of mutual pain suffered there), "I'm sorry for you too, Mrs. Grimes."

She smiled a tight one that was barely upon her features -yet, you appreciated the little warmth that it garnered. It helped, that a family could be rebuilt from your broken heart, but it hadn't healed it.

You wondered briefly if it ever would.

And then, you heard it -the heavy fall of footsteps, tapping on the tile, and the voice. A voice you thought may stay in your head, despite the hurt that twisted in your gut.

"Lori?" he echoed down the hallways -tone rather straightforward, "-I finally got them to sleep if-"

You locked eyes with her, desperate, pleading as you took the umbrella from her hands, "Don't tell him I was ever here. You must understand this-"

She stared at you -a bit incredulously, "I mustn't lie, and he deserves to know-"

"I will not," you started, but the crack in your voice stopped you, "-I will not break up a family for something so... so trivial."

"It's not trivial," she spoke on instinct, "-I know that you know that-"

"Don't-" you echoed, faltering in place -heart only sinking lower, further, "-please, Mrs. Grimes. I can't- I can't hold onto this. I must, I must move on. You have to understand that-"

She looked at you, heavy and you could almost find solace in her pain -even just for a moment. A moment too long.

"Ms. Greene?" he spoke into the entryway, bouncing around the tiles and you couldn't find it in yourself to respond, to even turn around, "-Did you... Did ya travel 'ere in the rain?"

You coached yourself -years of practiced poise made it somewhat easy but in this moment, it was rather difficult. As your eyes matched his blue ones, a sort of wilt filtered through his face (he'd probably seen your crying, despite your work to hide it, it was always obvious), and almost on instinct, you saw his hand extend to you. To soothe.

"I... I was just going, Mr. Grimes," you spoke, lifeless compared to your previous words to the man, "-don't trouble yourself for me, I only wished for some shelter from the rain."

He paused, before flickering to the window -where the rain still held heavy, "It's still quite bad, Ms. Greene, I'm not sure-"

"Mr. Grimes, don't... don't make this harder than it has to be."

"Make what harder?" he asked -a flash between concern and confusion rippling across his face (You couldn't focus on it, it only hurt. All it could do was hurt.), "-I seem to be confused."

His eyes laid gently onto Lori then, as you felt your heart crush in your stomach -puzzle pieces falling to the floor with no match. And you willed yourself to step towards him, straightening his vest ever so slightly. Fingertips yearning for something so harshly, you couldn't help it.

"Mr. Grimes, you're a wonderful man-" you spoke -watery and bittersweet, "-but you're not mine."

[grimeshound]

I SAW DADDY KISSING SANTA CLAUS?

word count: 3,135

pairing: rick x negan

summary: ever since the world fell apart, christmas was never the same, losing its magic for rick and his family. that is, until negan decided to bring it back in his own trademark 'negan' way.

a/n: (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) merry grimesmas and a happy neganyear to all who celebrate

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Christmas used to be the highlight of Rick’s year. Way back before the world fell apart, before he had a family of his own. Even when he was still a little kid, it meant family gatherings under a warm glow of laughter and love. Lori and Rick had always gone the extra mile for Carl during that time of the year. Stockings embroidered with their initials, plates of milk and cookies for Santa, even a single carrot for the reindeer. In the Grimes household, Christmas wasn’t just a holiday. It was a promise of togetherness, a labor of love brought together by joy, magic and family. 

But when the world ended, so did traditions. Dates blurred, days bled into one another, until one day time itself became a luxury. Christmas faded into an afterthought, swallowed by the priority of survival. Even now, when the chill in the Alexandria air and windows of slight snowfall hinted at the season, Rick struggled to feel it. His friends would tease him, calling him a grinch, but if only they knew just how much Rick valued the holiday before the outbreak. He tried to fake the cheer for Carl and Judith. For his family, his friends. And no one noticed the effort it took.

No one did, except for Negan.

The man who had gone from an enemy to something far more complicated always had an infuriating knack for reading Rick, front to back like a book. And on this cold December afternoon, Negan didn’t need more than a glance at Rick’s furrowed brow and restless hands to know something was nagging him.

“Got something on your mind, blue eyes?” Negan questioned, back leant against the kitchen counter with an easy smirk.

Rick sighed, his hand finding his way to run through his curls. “Just wish I could give Carl and Judith a good Christmas. They deserve more than… this .” He gestured vaguely at the sparse room. “It’s been years since they had a real one. Hell, Judith doesn’t even know who Santa is.”

And that was all Negan needed to hear. While Rick and Carl headed out on a supply run, he leapt at the opportunity, getting straight to work. If there was one thing the apocalypse hadn’t stolen from him, it was his resourcefulness. Armed with Rick’s hatchet, a borrowed car, and a dream— He set off to make this the best damn Christmas the Grimes family would ever have.

Hours later, when Rick and Carl returned home, they were met with a scene straight out of a cheesy Christmas flick. A pine tree, freshly cut and adorned with mismatched ornaments, stood proudly in the living room. Stockings, white spray-painted initials ‘R’ , ‘N’ , ‘C’ and ’ J’ respectively—hung over the crackling fireplace. The faint smell of cinnamon and ginger filled the air, wafting through the house. Rick barely had time to take it all in before Judith’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Dad!” she called, running to him with flour-covered hands. Rick scooped her up, her giggles bubbling as she pointed back at the kitchen. “Negan and I are baking cookies for Santa!”

Rick was surprised and quickly put two and two together—Negan had explained to her the tradition, and, of course, who Santa even was in the first place. He followed Judith’s gaze, and his heart caught in his chest. There he was, the man behind all of it. Lucille in his hand replaced with by a rolling pin, his iconic leather jacket swapped for a ridiculously ugly Christmas sweater. Flour dusted his hands and beard as he helped Judith roll out cookie dough, his smile softer than Rick had ever seen. 

Carl, standing beside Rick, crossed his arms and muttered, “Looks like he raided Santa’s workshop.” Rick snickered at that, setting Judith down before he stood next to Negan, watching as he laid the cookies on a baking sheet. “You did all this?”

Negan looked up, grinning like a kid himself. “All me, cowboy. Christmas is back on.”

Rick shook his head with a smile, still in awe of the effort. He watched as Judith proudly showed Carl the gingerbread cookie she helped in making. One little one and a bigger gingerbread man with a hat and a gumdrop in place of a left eye, presumably representing herself and Carl. Next to them were two bigger ones, one with blue gumdrop eyes and the other with a red licorice scarf, both joined together holding hands. 

Rick stared at him for a moment before a small smile broke through his usually stoic expression. The gesture was incredibly thoughtful, it spoke volumes to Rick about just how far Negan had come.“Thank you. Really.” Negan leaned in, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “Oh, don’t thank me yet, Ricky. Wait ‘til you see what else I’ve got in store.”

Rick didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t this. Standing in their bedroom, Negan turned to him with his arms proudly outstretched, dressed in a full Santa Claus costume. The red suit hung a little loose on his tall frame, the scratchy white beard slightly crooked on his face, and yet the grin he wore was all confidence.

“Negan Claus, baby!”

Rick stared, caught between laughter and disbelief. “What the hell am I lookin’ at?”

“Saint Negan, here to save Christmas!” Negan proclaimed proudly, as if he were stating an obvious fact. Rick stood frozen, his hands on his hips, staring at the spectacle before him. He tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, twitching upward as disbelief mixed with amusement. Finally, he broke, laughter spilling out of him like water bursting through a dam. It was a sound he hadn’t heard from himself in what felt like years—raw, deep, and unrestricted.

“You look ridiculous,” Rick said, shaking his head as the laughter subsided. “You’re insane.”

Negan grinned, taking a confident step forward, his boots making a satisfying thud against the wooden floor. “Insane enough to save Christmas? Hell yeah, I am. Someone’s gotta do it, Ricky boy.”

Rick exhaled sharply, still shaking his head as his hand reached out, brushing over the soft velvet of the Santa suit. The gesture was almost subconscious, like he was grounding himself in the moment, trying to convince himself this wasn’t some bizarre fever dream.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” Rick said quietly, his voice tinged with something softer, almost vulnerable. His hand lingered on the fabric before dropping back to his side.

“I wanted to,” Negan replied, his voice lower now, stripped of its usual bravado. His dark eyes locked onto Rick’s, and for a moment, the space between them felt heavy with unspoken truths. “For you. For the kids.”

Rick smiled, warm in a way that Negan wasn’t used to seeing. He couldn’t deny the fondness he felt for the way Negan always showed his love for his family in the most unconventional ways. It showed with him, showed in the way he treated his kids—protective, playful, and patient in a way that was uniquely his. 

And it showed in the way Negan carried himself that same night, his usual swagger softened into something more thoughtful, more deliberate. More holly and jolly for the occasion. That night, when “Santa” made his grand entrance, he didn’t just step into the living room—he burst through the door with all the subtlety of a hurricane.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Negan bellowed, his voice so loud it startled even Rick for a moment. Judith’s delighted squeal echoed off the walls as she jumped to her feet, her little hands clapping together in pure excitement. Rick leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watched Negan crouch down to meet Judith’s wide-eyed excitement.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, little girl!” Negan boomed, his voice full of exaggerated cheer.

Carl stepped up beside his dad, crossing his arms skeptically. “Santa doesn’t even greet kids like that,” he muttered. “Doesn’t he know anything?”

Rick chuckled, reaching over to ruffle Carl’s hair. The boy laughed despite himself, leaning into the touch. Rick couldn’t help but glance back at Negan, warmth blooming in his chest. He’d always been wary of letting someone like Negan into their lives, but over time, the man had proven himself. Whether it was watching over Carl, making Judith laugh, or standing by Rick’s side, Negan had done more than earn his place. He’d become family.

Judith tugged at Santa’s beard with a mischievous grin, unknowingly pulling the fake prop down ever so slightly, causing Negan to yelp softly before adjusting it back into place with an exaggerated flourish. “Whoa there, kiddo! That’s premium North Pole craftsmanship you’re tuggin’ on,” Negan teased, earning a giggle from the youngest. 

“Thank you for the cookies, Judith! They were so yummy!” Negan said, patting his stomach.

Judith beamed. “I made them with Negan! Oh!—wait, Dad, where is Negan?” Her innocent curiosity caught Rick off guard. He stammered, unsure how exactly to reply, when Carl interjected, cutting in smoothly.

“He’s asleep.” Carl said with a shrug.

Judith pouted, crossing her arms. “Wake him up!”

‘Santa’ crouched closer, pinching her cheek gently. “No need for that, little one. That Negan guy? He’s a hard worker—handsome too, if I might add. He deserves all the rest he can get.” Negan’s playful grin was practically audible behind the beard, and Rick couldn’t help the deep sigh that resonated, leave it to Negan to sneak himself a pat on the back. Rick’s lips twitched into an amused smile despite the faux irritation. 

Reaching into his sack, ‘Santa’ pulled out a carefully wrapped box. “Here you go, kiddo. This one’s just for you. I’ve already left your brother’s and your dad’s gifts by the tree.”

Judith’s face lit up as she accepted the gift, her small arms wrapping around Negan’s neck in an enthusiastic hug. “Thank you, Santa!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with the kind of pure, unfiltered joy that only a child could muster.

Carl rubbed his eyes, gently taking Judith’s hand. “C’mon, Judith, time for bed. Santa’s got other stops to make.”

Judith reluctantly followed, her gift clutched tightly to her chest as Carl guided her upstairs. Rick finally straightened from the doorframe, taking slow steps toward ‘Santa’ as the house fell quiet once more.

‘Santa’ watched, and although he was still dressed in the iconic crimson red suit, his posture had relaxed now that the “performance” was over. That exaggerated jolly and hearty laugh now replaced with that familiar low chuckle. ‘Santa’, now Negan again, gave Rick a soft smile, dimples deep. There was an undeniable softness in the air, a vulnerability that made Rick’s breath catch for a moment.

“So,” Negan drawled, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jacket—well, Santa’s jacket now. “How’d I do?”

Rick glanced around the room, taking in the ornaments on the tree, the paint on the stockings, the faint smell of cinnamon still wafting from the kitchen. His gaze settled back on Negan, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the words.

“You did good, Negan.” Rick said finally, his voice quiet but steady. “Real good.”

Negan hummed, his chest puffing out just slightly as he rocked back on his heels. “Told ya, Rick. Negan Claus always delivers.”

Whether it was the way the dim lighting took them in so well, illuminated by the fireplace and the Christmas lights, the mischievous glint caught in Negan’s eyes was as evident as ever. “Well, Santas just gotta ask now. You’ve been good this year, pretty boy? 

“Seriously?” Rick sighed, his hand brushing over the soft red fabric of Negan’s Santa coat. “I’ve been good.” he murmured, his tone caught somewhere between playful and exasperated.

Negan’s smirk deepened, that familiar glint of mischief lighting up his eyes. “Oh, I’m sure you think you’ve been good,” he teased, drawing out the words like honey, “But Santa’s gotta check his list twice, you know.”

Rick huffed a laugh. “That so? You got your list somewhere?”

Negan’s finger shot up, signaling Rick to wait as he reached into the pocket of his coat. With dramatic flair, he held out a crumpled piece of paper—clearly just an old shopping list. He pretended to study it with distinguished seriousness, squinting as he read. “Hm,” he mused, tapping his chin. “Looks like... Nope. Says here you’ve been naughty, cowboy.”

Rick snorted, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, you love me for it.” Negan shot back, his grin never faltering.

Before Rick could respond, Negan pulled something else from behind his back, always needing to have one extra thing up his sleeve. A fake mistletoe, crooked and clearly scavenged from a long-forgotten dollar store. He dangled it over their heads, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Rick could only stare at him, incredulous. “Really, Negan?”

“Rules are rules, Ricky boy. And here I thought you were the kinda guy who swore by Christmas traditions.” Negan’s voice was all mock solemnity, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed his amusement.

Rick sighed, shaking his head. “You’re outta your mind.”

“And you’re under the mistletoe,” Negan countered smoothly, leaning in just slightly.

Rick reached up, tugging down the cheap, scratchy white beard obscuring Negan’s face. Beneath it, Negan’s smirk softened into something warmer, more genuine. Rick allowed himself a small smile as Negan’s hand slid around his waist, pulling him closer.

The kiss was slow, tender, and tinged with the kind of quiet intimacy they rarely had time for. It was enough to make Rick forget the ridiculousness of the costume, the apocalypse, and everything else outside this moment. Negan tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss with a tenderness that caught Rick off guard. There was no bravado here, none of the cocky smirks or sharp-edged teasing that usually came with Negan. This was something softer, more domestic. Rick’s hand found its way to Negan’s chest, brushing over the plush fabric of the Santa suit. For a brief moment, the absurdity of the costume threatened to break through, but the soft hum Negan made as their lips moved together pulled Rick right back into the moment. It wasn’t about the suit, or the apocalypse, or anything else. It was about this. It was about Negan.

But as per usual, their peace was short-lived.

Carl had tucked Judith into bed not long ago, her gift nestled tightly in her arms. But as she laid staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t help the way the guilt gnawed at her. She wasn’t supposed to bring the present to her room. She recalled how Negan told her that gifts belonged under the tree, after all. 

Determined to fix her mistake, she slipped out of bed and padded quietly down the stairs, clutching the box tightly. It was a quick and easy fix, she was about to deposit it back under the tree when she froze, her wide eyes peeking through the banister.

There, in the glow of the Christmas lights, stood her dad—and… Santa Claus? Kissing?!

Judith gasped, a tiny squeak escaping her lips. She couldn’t believe it. She clapped her hands over her mouth, her mind racing. How could Santa do that? She quickly spun on her heel, gift box still held close as she raced back upstairs, her heart pounding.

She burst into Carl’s room, shaking him awake with the urgency of someone delivering breaking news.

“Carl! Carl, wake up!” she called repeatedly, her small hands tugging at his arm.

Carl groaned, burying his face in his pillow. “Judith, wh—”

“It’s important!” she insisted, tugging harder until he sat up, groggy and annoyed.

“What is it?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Dad...” Judith paused, her eyes wide as saucers. “Dad was kissing Santa Claus!” She insisted, her tone deadly serious, filled with urgency and distress.

For a moment, Carl just stared at her blankly, wordlessly processing her words. Then, it hit him. He burst out laughing like a madman, nearly falling out of bed as he clutched his stomach.

—

The next morning, the Grimes household was filled with the smell of pancakes and bacon, mingling with the faint remnants of pine and cinnamon. Rick sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and savoring the rare feeling of peace.

Judith on the other hand? She was anything but peace.

The moment Negan walked into the kitchen back in his usual clothes, Judith threw herself at his leg, clinging onto him like her life depended on it.

“Negan! Negan!” she wailed, her face scrunched up in distress.

Rick lowered his coffee mug, eyebrows furrowing. Carl, seated at the table with a comic book, was already snickering quietly behind the pages.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Negan asked, crouching slightly to meet her eye level.

Judith pouted, her voice trembling with indignation. “I hate Santa!”

Negan blinked, caught off guard. He frowned slightly, thinking he’d done something wrong during his theatrics last night. “Hate Santa? Why’s that?”

“Because!” She exclaimed, stomping her foot. “He was kissing dad! You need to get mad at Santa!”

Rick choked on his coffee, coughing as he tried to hide his embarrassment. Carl, meanwhile, abandoned all pretense of reading his comic, openly laughing as he slapped the table.

Negan recovered quickly, his grin stretching wide as he scooped Judith up with ease. “Well, princess, looks like Santa was just doin’ his job. Far as I know, your dad was caught standin’ under the mistletoe. Can’t break tradition now, can we?”

Judith scrunched up her nose, still unconvinced. “Santa’s not supposed to kiss dads!”

Negan let out a booming laugh, lifting her higher and spinning her once before settling her against his hip. “Maybe not just any dad,” he said with a sly grin, “But your dad? Hell, he’s got somethin’ about him that even Santa can’t resist.”

Rick groaned, ears almost as red as Santa’s suit as he dragged a hand down his face. Carl practically doubled over in laughter, his comic book momentarily forgotten. “Guess Santa’s got a thing for you, dad.” Carl managed to choke out between fits of snickers.

Rick rubbed his temples, but there was a small, reluctant smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. It was chaotic, messy, and downright ridiculous—nothing like the picture-perfect Christmases he’d grown so accustomed to. 

But as he glanced around the room—Judith still pouting in Negan’s arms, Carl laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes, Negan giving him an exaggerated wink from across the table. Rick felt something settle in his chest.

Christmas was nowhere near the same as it had been all those years ago. No, it was louder, rougher around the edges, and entirely unconventional.

It was better with Negan. 

[brainddeadd]

The Walking Dead: Seasons 1-3

spoiler alert ⚠️

Overall thoughts:

I'd choose Daryl to be by my side in an apocalypse any day. Michone too. Glenn as well.

Who is the sweet angel baby boy??

GLENN IS SWEET ANGEL BABY BOY 

“Who are you? (…) Rick Grimes? You got something you want to tell me? (…) Let me process this. You saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there!?"

Arms 

"I dropped the key." "Couldn't pick it up?"

"WELL👹YOUR👹HEAD👹AIN'T!👹" 👹👹👹👹

Daryl hiding under a dead body is feral and iconic

"Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord." - Daryl Dixon (s2, ep2) - he sounds like Sheldon Cooper when he says that

Walker: * groaning* Daryl: shut up *shoots it* ICON

"Except my ass itched something awful." - Daryl Dixon (s2, ep 3)

Shane killing Otis is fucking insane

Not Maggie, just straight up being like, "I'll have sex with you" to Glenn.. I get it hun I get it

"Some men do not earn the love of their sons." ouch

Daryl getting Carol a rose and knowing what kind of flower it is. Bringing it back safely and putting it in a 'vase'. And people say he's heartless. "I believe this one bloomed for you little girl." 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Daryl getting impaled on his own arrow fuck

Daryl covers himself up like a Victorian lady when Carol brings him food and not knowing how to respond when she kisses his forehead 🤣

"I can't profess to understand God's plan. Christ promised the resurrection of the dead. I just thought he had something a little different in mind."

fuck Shane

Shane being a dick and opening the barn and Glenn asking Maggie for permission to kill the walkers cause he knows they were family

Lori is really fucking annoying

Daryl finding out that some people touched little girls - terrifying

thank GOD Shane is dead

Can they not control Carl for even one second the fuck

Who the fuck keeps zombies on a leash like dogs?????

Arms 

Daryl and Carol being cute lil besties

"Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go."

CARL HAVING TO KILL LORI OH MY GOD

Andrea sucks.. pls die

"Nope. No way. Not her. We ain't losing nobody else. I'm going for a run." (s3, ep4) Darylllll yes

"Kid just lost his mum. His dad ain't doing so hot." (s3, ep4)Love you Daryl baby

Daryl my beloved

Arms 

T-dogs death was unnecessary bro

adore Michonne

Michonne just leave Andrea in the dust please im begging you

"Little ass kicker, that's a good name, right? Little ass kicker."

Daryl with a baby lord help me

A Zombie.. hunger games ?? Boxing match ???

AYO DARYL TAKING A FLOWER TO CAROLS GRAVE CAUSE HE THINKS SHES DEAD

A phone ringing?

"GO BACK" MICHONNE MY LOVE

Michonne please kill Merle

DARYL'S MUM !??!?!?!?!

Daryls so gentle with Carol

Michonne getting the food to the prison - She's so lovely

"Don't you worry about your old man. Imma keep my eye on him." Daryl bby dont ever change

Maggie gets to kill the governor. She has to.

Stabbing the Gov in the eye. Queen.

"The smell, it's loud." Pardon ?!?

Daryl leaves them for Merle ?!?!?! Yuck!

Rick seeing the ghost of Lori is fucken wild

Can the Governor die now please

At this point, if it's not about Daryl and the team, I don't wanna know about them - just give me my found family

Mama stilinski what are you doing here?

Daryl please come home

s3, ep 10 - this is where I started to actively take note 

“You quite a lady.” Yes she is, but not for you. 

Daryl knowing that it’s a baby crying and not wild animals - immediately going to check it out. Of course Merle is acting like a dick. 

ARMS

CLOSING THE WALKERS HEAD IN THE CAR’S BOOT HOLY SHIT 

Daryl putting the crossbow on Merle when he’s stealing from the family with the baby 

“They didn’t owe us nothing.” You did save their lives bby 

“THERE👹WAS👹A👹BABY!” 

“Man I went back for you. You weren’t there. I didn’t cut off your hand neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it.” Finally someone says it. Finally Daryl sees it. 

DARYL’S BACK

HOLY SHIT 

OH MY GOD

NO 

SDKFNHRUE

“I didn’t know he was-“ “Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That’s why you left first.” JNFJHEFUSIOJWEL IMMA KILL 

“Back where I belong.” Yes sir, I know that’s right. 

“Damn near killed the Chinese kid.” “He’s Korean.” WE LOVE TO SEE GROWTH 

“You know, I may be the one walking away, but you’re the one that’s leaving. Again.” I am not ok. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this. 

“This rage is going to get you killed.”

THE GOV SHOWING UP AND KILLING AXEL 

DARYL NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR YOU TO SHOW UP

WHO 

THE 

FUCK

IS 

THAT

WHY ARE THEY DELIVERING WALKERS 

GLENN 

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU

OH NOW YOU SHOW UP 

BUT LATE GLENN

Oh shit Rick

DARYL YES

Ew Merle

S3, ep 11

Carl telling Rick he should stop being the leader was not on my bingo card 

The Gov wanting children 13+ to fight in his war 

Gov lying to Andrea - unsurprising 

“You go to that prison, you stay there.” Or the both of you can just.. disappear..

I’m with Glenn on this one. Remove Merle. 

Merle can read????

“When the governor returns, he’ll kill me first-“ GOOD I’LL PAY HIM TO DO IT

“This is our home.” “This is a tomb.” Well damn Daryl, why’d you come back then???

“He’s your brother, but he’s not good for you. Don’t let him bring you down.” STOP HURTING ME WITH DARYL’S STORYLINE 

HIS LIL LAUGH WITH CAROL 

Andrea fuck off

Milton two-timing Andrea is iconic - sucks that it’s for that piece of shit tho

Andrea doing Michonne’s pet walker thing 

Tyrese and his gang witnessing it 

Merle approaching Michonne 

Tyrese is too pure for Angela and the Gov

Rick setting Andrea straight 

“Next time you see Phillip, you tell him I’m gonna take his other eye.” As you should 

“Go to hell, Michonne.” Have you seen the world you live in? 

“He sent Merle to kill me.”

“You chose a warm bed over a friend.” Preach 

Tyrese run 

“Shane loved Rick.” “Shane loved Lori.” No he was obsessed and stalkerish with Lori. 

Carol asking Andrea to sleep with Gov and then kill him is wild but like.. pls do. 

Rick giving Andrea a car, knife and gun - he better than me, I’d leave her for dead 

HOW IS CARL READY

HE IS A CHILD

Ugh Andrea you bitch just kill him 

S3, ep 12

Driving past a hitchhiker - I get it, but fuck man that would suck 

The car getting stuck in the mud is instant karma but I hate it 

Carl boy it is not her fault the car got stuck 

THEY LEAVE HIM BEHIND AGAIN

‘No guilt, you know that’ what 

‘Turn around and live’ ??

Carl shooting the shooter in the town was unexpected 

Morgan’s story… fuck man 

Walkers just chilling in the cafe thingy that Carl wants to go in 

“I think she might be one of us.” Hell yes she is Carl 

Love the lack of judgement from Michonne 

Walkers got the hitchhiker 

S3, ep 13

Where in the hell are they? 

I love the angel wings on Daryl’s jacket - they’re such a juxtaposition to his personality and the stereotype of leather jackets and their wearers 

WHY IS THE GOVERNOR THERE ?!?!?

Daryl shoot him

Please 

Just get it over with 

Gods Andrea just fuck off 

“Great. He bought his butler.” Daryl I love you

“You better watch your mouth, sunshine.” Marry me 

Merle shut the fuck up

Andrea shut the fuck up 

Bringing up Judith’s parentage is a low blow fuck 

“… for failing to see the devil beside you.” “Oh I see him alright.” Damn ok Rick 

Daryl’s “after you” and then killing more than the other guy 

Guys why are you fucking when there’s imminent danger ?!?!?!

Rick don’t you dare 

Ok like, thank you for not giving Michonne over, but also.. fuck 

NO 

RICK 

NO 

DON’T YOU DARE

NO

S3, ep 14

I swear to god Rick Grimes if you give Michonne over to that pice of shit

Michonne knew the pet walkers 

“They deserved what they got. They weren’t human to begin with.” Oh ok. So not people we liked. 

What the fuck is the Governor doing 

Milton finally growing some fucking balls and telling someone about the Gov’s plan to kill them all anyway 

THE WHISTLE EW 

Do it Andrea do it shoot him go on do it do it kill him

The Gov does NOT get to kill Andrea 

Tyrese RUN

Ok the Gov is actually fucking insane 

Like I knew that

But fuck

Like dude 

Chill out 

You’re waisting petrol on the chick you slept with 

THE WHISTLE AGAIN

WHO SET FIRE TO THE WALKERS?!?!! TYRESE ?!?!?

HOLY CRAP 

HE TOOK HER 

TO THE TORTURE CHAMBER 

S3, ep 15

RICK GRIMES 

DON’T YOU DARE

DARYL DIXON

DON’T YOU DARE

DON’T BRING MERLE INTO IT 

“I’m a damn mystery to me.” Not to me buddy. You’re an abused turned abuser. 

“I’m here for my brother.” I actually hate you. 

“He say he was sorry yet?” I love that you actually think he has it in him to apologise bby.

“Cause he is.” don’t even boy 

“Imma make him. There’s gotta be a way.” Daryl bby, ily but he beat the shit out of him. That’s not going away any time soon. 

“I care more about her than I care about me.” Glenn sweetie, you’re in an apocalypse 

Lmao Daryl’s face at the mention of crystal meth. Good boy. 

“Do you even possess a pair of balls, little brother?” Man go fuck yourself Merle. Daryl’s more man than you’ll ever be.

“I just want my brother back.” Daryl bby, he’s not worth it.

THANK GOD RICK 

MERLE GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER 

His voice actually causes a physical form of hatred to course through my body 

MERLE NO

FUCK

RICK HELP HER 

DARYL STOP YOUR BROTHER 

FUCKEN HELL 

DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY BABY

“I wanna marry Maggie.” I get it my guy I do. Me too. 

Please let Merle die 

Why does he never die 

Merle letting her go???

DARYL JUST LET YOUR BROTHER GO 

Merle what the fuck 

Did Merle just lead the walkers to the governor ?!?!?!

MERLE WHAT THE FUCK

Is the governor going to be the one to kill Merle????

HE JUST BIT OFF HIS FINGERS

THE FUCK

HOLY CRAP 

He shot him 

Governor shot Merle 

Holy shit 

GLENN PROPOSES 

SKANF;JKADNF;IDSF

YES

YES

HOLY 

CRAP

SHIT

FUCKBALLS

YES

Rick finally talking sense 

Oh god Daryl please be careful 

NO

PLEASE 

NO 

NOT DARYL CRYING 

NO 

PLEASE

I CAN’T HANDLE THAT

NO 

FUCK

THIS IS WORSE

HE HAS TO KILL HIS BROTHER 

FUCK 

NO 

PLEASE NO 

NO

THE WAY HE FOLDS IN ON HIMSELF 

SDKFNOSIHFN

OH GOD 

NO NO NOJNKJNWDOIFKNP

HIS LITTLE CRY 

No 

The rage 

The sobbing 

His body falling 

Fuck no

His heaving breaths 

Fuck 

Daryl 

Jesus Christ Norman why’d you have to act it like that 

I know I wanted him dead but I didn’t mean for Daryl to have to kill him fuck 

S3, ep 16

MILTON BURNT THE WALKERS 

Holy crap the Governor is insane Jesus 

“What would your daughter think about what you are?” Oh ok Milton, you want the Torture torture 

Governor telling Milton to kill Andrea and Milton trying to kill Governor, so Governor kills Milton, who then turns and kills Andrea.

“Either you kill or you die. Or you die and then you kill.” 

Carl’s pissed 

RICK AND MICHONNE FLIRTING !?!?!?!?

Tyrese and Sasha my loves 

THAT’S A BIG ASS GUN SHIT 

They’re gone sucka 

Andrea the man is gonna die and then he’s gonna eat you. Stop being a whiney bitch.

WAS SHE RAW DOGGING HER SHOES 

THE FUCK

Sneak attack 

Carl shooting a surrendering teenager.. shit 

He just killed the people he’s supposed to be protecting.. psychopath 

Mama Stilinski surviving hell yeah 

Carl is brutal 

Rick and the others going for Andrea just after Milton bites her 

“No one can make it alone now.” “They never could.” 

Michonne staying with Andrea as she kills herself to make sure she doesn’t turn 

Them bringing the town to the prison to get them away from the Governor 

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My thoughts on The Walking Dead: Season 2 (pt.1)

I’m enjoying this season so far! It’s getting insane, to the point where I audibly gasp. I’ll choose my favorite/least favorite character at the end of the season! :)

Episode 1 - What Lies Ahead

Highlight: Andrea killing the walker in the RV with a screwdriver

MVP: Daryl

Loser: Sophia

Rating: 10/10

Episode 2 - Bloodletting

Highlight: Maggie’s iconic entrance on a horse, and Glenn being mesmerized

MVP: Hershel

Loser: Otis

Rating: 9/10

Episode 3 - Save the Last One

Highlight: He talked about the deer :,)

MVP: Hershel

Loser: SHANE omg I’d tell you to get help if it was available.

Raiting: 8/10

Episode 4 - Cherokee Rose

Highlight: MAGGIE & GLENN IN THE PHARMACY R U KIDDING?!?

MVP: Daryl

Loser: Lori

Raiting: 9/10

Episode 5 - Chupacabra

Highlight: Dale & Glenn’s gossiping OR Maggie & Glenn passing notes

MVP: Daryl

Loser: Andrea’s DUMB ass. Does anyone actually like her?

Rating: 7/10

Episode 6 - Secrets

Highlight: Lori FINALLY telling Rick

MVP: Dale the tea queen

Loser: Shane

Rating: 8/10

Episode 7 - Pretty Much Dead Already

Highlight: Ricks shooting walker Sophia I’m sure is one of the most iconic scenes. Also Glenn asking Maggie for permission before he shoots the barn walkers make my heart melt. (Probably the best episode yet.)

MVP: Rick Grimes is MY leader.

Loser: Shane is CRAZY but I also kind of feel bad for him?

Rating: 10/10

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as a fellow PROUD lori grimes defender i am so shocked that people are so mean to her like she was holding it DOWN for rick and always defending his decisions ✋ she is an icon and while im here justice for andrea too.

I agree. She really did defend him when no one else seemed to.

Andrea… I liked her in the way that she was a woman and she wanted to be able to take care of herself. But she was very whiny and I wish she had been a little more like carol, in recognizing how quickly she needed to change. Feel like she had really great potential and wish the writers had done more with her<3

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💖 top 5 unhinged rick moments

ashagdkas okay but the way i laughed when i saw this 😂😂

so maybe not all of these can be classified as "unhinged" but it's the controlled chaos that rick exudes practically all the time that helped make up this list... also, none of these are in any particular order except for #1 which is one of my favorite rick moments ever!

01. ripping out joe's throat in 04x16

this is a scene that i think about probably more than i should. and joe really thought he was gonna get the best of rick grimes in that moment when he said his group was gonna "take" carl and michonne and then kill daryl and eventually him and then rick ripped out his throat with his teeth!! this will always be my #1, never to be beat rick grimes moment!

02. the fight with pete in 05x15

lol mans went to town on pete and then drew his gun on the people of alexandria, covered in blood, yelling, "what are you gonna do? you gonna kick me out?!" we LOVE an unhinged man. i also fully support him beating the hell out of pete and, also, him just blowing pete away when deana tells him to in the following episode... *chef's kiss* one less problem to worry about.

03. fully prepared to take out every walker in his path in 06x09

this was right after carl gets shot in the eye and he kind of takes that brief moment to realize that carl is in danger again and that there are still dozens upon dozens of walkers shuffling around alexandria and so with one hatchet in hand, he goes back outside fully prepared to face this horde by himself. like, mans did not give a single fuck in that moment.

04. losing his mind after lori's death in S3

so not a specific episode as it kind of pans out across a number of them and while the lead up to this is brutal, him just running around the prison for a few episodes killing every walker in his path while also seeing lori everywhere and having one sided phone conversations, it was pretty wild to say the least. not to mention when he first meets sasha and tyreese and he freaks out on them after "seeing" lori again... ya know, "what do you want from me? get out!" ooof he was really going through it.

05. the beginning of the ricktatorship in 02x13

this one is relatively tame but i have always, always, always enjoyed the moment where after losing the farm, he tells the surviving group that he had no choice but to kill shane and that if they didn't like it, they could hit the road and see how far they get without him. he then just fully assumes the leadership role by saying, "this isn't a democracy anymore" and basically dares anyone to question it. ICONIC.

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Rick Grimes & Shane Walsh

We are running, we are running

But you're a killer

And I'm your best friend

Think it's unfair, your situation

You say I'm changing

Sorry, I didn't know I had to stay the same

Could we talk about this later?

Your voice is driving me, driving me insane

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Carl Grimes x Unbreakable by Michael Jackson

I love this song and I think that the lyrics really fit to Carl.

"You can't believe it

You can't conceive it

And you can't touch me

'Cause I'm untouchable

And I know you hate it

And you can't take it

You'll never break me

'Cause I'm unbreakable"