#twd 8x12

[wolfish-nightmares]

Game of Survival

Pairings: The Group x fem!reader

Era: Season 1-11

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

Category: Fluff. Angst.

Word Count:

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

Prologue

Season 1: 

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

Season 2:

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

Season 3: 

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

Season: 4

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

Season 5: 

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

Season 6: 

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

Season 7: 

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

Season 8: 

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

Season 9: 

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

Season 10: 

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

Season 11: 

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

[twdmusicboxmystery]

FTWD Season 8 Theories and Edits

***Please Ignore. I'm just updating my index.***

Bring Back Madison Post + Norman Posting Bethyl 05/10/2023

8x01: Remember What They Took From You - First Thoughts 05/15/2023

8x01: Remember What They Took From You - Analysis 05/16/2023

Bring Madison Back - The Hashtag 05/17/2023

Showrunners Deny That Time-Jumps Are Calculated - Yeah Right 05/17/2023

8x02: Bluejay - First Thoughts 05/25/2023

8x04: King County - Analysis 06/06/2023

8x06: All I See is Red - Analysis 06/19/2023

8x06 Coda Discussion Continued 06/21/2023

8x06: Could the Mystery Person be Troy? 06/22/2023

8x06: Maps, Clocks, Frosty the Snowman, Dwight and Sherry 06/23/2023

Romance in TWD + Emily Near Where Fear was Filming 06/28/2023

Hands in 8x6 Coda May Be a Stand In 06/27/2023

Could Hands From 8x6 Coda be Nun From Daryl Spinoff? 06/27/2023

Continued Discussion About Person From 8x6 Coda 06/30/2023

Fanbase Speculation About Mystery Person in 8x6 Coda 07/01/2023

First Look at Troy's Return (Sirius Character) 08/19/2023

Ask: Is Troy Truly the Person in the Coda? 08/22/2023

Reality of Troy Suriviving and What it Means for Beth 08/24/2023

If Blond Hair in FTWD Coda Isn't Beth, Who Is It? 09/05/2023

8b

8x07: Anton - Video Analysis 10/22/2023

8x08: Iron Tiger - Video Analysis 10/29/2023

Beth/Charlie Hug Parallels 11/01/2023

Beth/Charlie Arm Parallels 11/01/2023

Coda Walkers Breaking Through Glass Parallels 11/02/2023

Eagle Parallels 11/02/2023

Dialogue that Foreshadows Beth's Return 11/03/2023

8x09: Sanctuary - Video Analysis 11/05/2023

Dialogue That Suggests the Missing 17 Days 11/04/2023

Dialogue that Foreshadows Beth's Return 11/03/2023

8x10: Keeping Her Alive - Video Analysis 11/12/2023

8x11 & 8x12 - Finale Video Analysis 11/19/2023

[wicked-chocolatine]

8x12

[kyloscomet]

wow guys the new Fast & Furious looks sooo good

[irmise]

Worried about Michonne

Do you remember when Rick and Michonne walked hand-in-hand ready to fight for Judith, for Carl, and all the members of the 3 allied communities … Michonne knew how to find the words so that Rick regains confidence.

And now their son is dead, they have to mourn and the confidence is gone.

And almost no words between Michonne and Rick, not that it shocks me, they never needed words to understand each other before. It’s just that in the life’s dramas, the silence always seems deafening.  Even when she asks Rick to focus on Judith, she does it without a word  and she contemplates without taking part in the reunion.

Silence and distance. It’s normal isn’t it? After all Rick isn’t really there, he isn’t really himself anymore. He seems to be on autopilot, trapped between the promise made to his son and the one he made to himself after the death of Glenn and Abraham. And I really think that without Michonne, he would have already lost his mind.

And I get it… Really… She’s there for him… But right now I’m really worried about Michonne

Michonne who serves as anchor to a drifting Rick.

Michonne who is the voice of reason for those around her

Michonne who honors Carl’s memory

Michonne who transmits the last wishes of Carl

Michonne bends but does not break, swallowing her grief every time she seems ready to crack. 

She is strong but is it enough when you just bury your second son, when you just lost your best friend?

She seems to be everywhere for everyone, gathering a father and daughter, influencing a leader to make the right decision, reasoning an angry teenager … But who is there for her? Who asks her how she’s doing? Who offers her to take over so she can rest for a moment?

You know, that’s why I’m worried about her, because everyone knows she’s strong and brave, but people sometimes forget that she’s not invincible

Gif 4: @gekari / Gifs 5, 7: @dailytwdgifs / Gif 8 : @michonnegrimes

[etherealxwitch]

Negan to Lucille: you look beautiful, baby

My mom: he’s fucking weird

[shippingsince01]

Jayne Atkinson & Yvette Nicole Brown on Danai Gurira.

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

TWD ~ Negan Imagine - “The Key”

An imagine about the 12th episode of season 8

After the Reader and Negan grow even closer, Rick’s attack on him forces her to face a bunch of emotional challenges in order to save Negan

the last part /all other previous parts (You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

The warm sun rays danced over your skin as you stood on one of the Sanctuary’s platforms by the fences, seeing Negan walking around and checking if his men were gutting all of the walkers. The sounds of the splashing organs could be heard till the platform and you were more than thankful that the wind was in your favor and carried their rotting reek into another direction as you leaned against the metallic railing and hoped that all these guts wouldn’t even find a use.  Even more, that you could try to find a deal with your friends before worse could happen, just like Negan had promised you. Your glance wandered back to him as you saw him walking up to Simon who was kneeling in front of an already heavily putrid walker and was burying his weapons deeply inside the dark red mass. You could hear their voices talking but couldn’t hear what they said until Negan’s laugh sounded through the air while he walked further along the fence. As soon as he had his back turned, the big smile that had laid on Simon’s face hushed and turned into a frown, his brows puckered while a heavy huff seemed to rumble through his body that let tension in you grow. You had already noticed that Simon and Negan had their disputes over the last time but something about the way Simon looked right now gave you a very odd feeling. For moments, your gaze was stuck on Simon and his cold stare before he got back to work and your glance darted instead at Negan who turned around and looked up at you. A mix between a wide smirk and a smile was plastered over his face as his eyes were glued on you while a bit of the familiar warmth grew in your body with each more second he looked at you. Negan let out a throaty chuckle as he gave you a teasing wink, before he made his way back to the fences, swinging Lucille joyfully in his hands.

The wind began to turn as you felt the awful reek beginning to travel up your nose that made you realize that you should find some other platform if you didn't want to have the smell of walker guts and blood stuck up your nose for the rest of the day. You wandered back inside the dark hallways, trying to avoid the dark thoughts of the grief about Carl that was still stuck in your bones from welling up in you again before you found your way to a smaller platform that darted at the woods and gave you a peaceful view onto the trees that were swinging softly in the wind. Letting yourself fall onto a rusty chair at the platform’s end you let out a strained breath as you felt your muscles aching slightly before your thoughts drifted off. The warmth in you body grew some more as your mind drifted back to your morning with Negan, his breath that had ghosted over your skin and the small kiss he had placed on your lips as soon as your eyes had fluttered open. You both had different reasons why you were toddling into this all a bit slower and carefully but still, there was next to the new feeling you had when kissing him something that already felt oddly familiar and intimate as well. The day passed by and more often than you had thought Negan left his people to go spend his breaks with you, while you could still feel how much he was trying to show you that he was willing to do his very best to make up the things that had happened in the truck after your first kiss. By now, the sun was already gone for hours from the sky as you laid back into the pillows of the large bed and sunk into their soft fabric as Negan let himself fall next to you. “Simon’s still out, getting the last guts done. He’s full on board again”, Negan mumbled as he shifted back into the pillows and propped one of his arms behind his head. “You sure?”, you asked, the scene from before shooting back into your mind as Negan’s brows perked interested up. “Why?” “He just...I saw you talking to him earlier...he changed his mood from stoked to keyed up a bit too quick for my taste after that”, you said as Negan let out a sigh before a small chuckle left his lips. “Probably still got his nuts twisted”, he mumbled as he ran a hand over his jaw and gave you a small smirk before he rose his voice again. “I know he’s got his problems with the way I handle shit but as long as he keeps his goddamn grudge in line and does his fucking job, crap will work out and he’s gonna get that it’s the right fucking way”, he added, before some tension sneaked up in him as he let out a sigh, his brows puckering for a small moment. “We save people, we don’t fucking slaughter them”, Negan grumbled and before you could say anything else a small wince shook through your body while a small groan left your lips as you felt the aching of your muscles once again. “Knotted up?”, Negan asked as he watched your face twisting in response to your hurting muscles. “Hmm...yeah”, you mumbled, reaching over your shoulder to soothe the painful spot with your fingers. “Get out of that top”, you suddenly heard Negan say, your head snapped up as you looked into his grinning face as your brows perked in confusion up. “What? Don’t want a massage from these magic fingers”, he asked, his tongue sliding over his lips as his hand slid slightly up, his fingers moving in a teasing rhythm. It didn’t need much persuasion considering the growing aching of your back, so  you found yourself just a few minutes later laying on your stomach in the bed, the top pulled down to your hips while Negan was in the bathroom, searching for some body lotion or oil. “Ready?”, you heard him call from the bathroom as he seemed to close some cabinet with a small thud.  “Yep”, you called back, shifting a little bit on the sheets before you heard his heavy footsteps coming closer, the mattress slightly bending beneath his weight as he crawled towards you and eventually placed himself on top of your body. “Here we go”, you heard him mumble, swirling the top off of something before you felt some oil trickling down onto your skin. You closed your eyes as soon as you felt his warm hands placing on your back, a small shiver running through your body as soon as you felt his touch. Slowly, he let his palms slide over your skin, spreading the oil as his thumbs began to draw circles as soon as his hands reached your aching shoulder blades. You began to relax beneath his fingers that kept working on your skin as his hands ran over your back, soothing the pain that was stuck in your muscles. “You’re doing a great job at making up”, you mumbled teasingly with a small grin as you let your head sink deeper into the soft pillow. “Oh I’d do that also without having to make some shit up...but anyway, feels damn good, huh?”, he mumbled, the smirk on his lips clearly audible through his words as his fingers slid along your spine. “Yeah”, you mumbled, as you felt him continuing his soothing movements, his hands cupping your waist to let his thumbs circle over your skin, building a little pressure up with every moment to soothe your muscles.

Gradually, he found the spots that were bothering you as the circles and slides of his fingers let you hum contently in response. “Fuck, stop with those moans or my eleventh finger’s gonna do some work on you”, he chuckled as you let out a small laugh and suddenly felt his fingers brushing over your ticklish spot. “Hey! Negan, no”, you laughed, squirming beneath him as you reached back with your arm, trying to stop him from turning this massage into a tickle torture. His throaty chuckle sounded through the room as he brushed one last time over the spot, just to tease you, before he thankfully got back to letting his hands work on your skin. His palms slid down to the small of your back, his large hands letting that warmth grow in your body while his fingers trailed back up to let them do their magic on the back of your neck. The massage began to let you swing in a comfortable trance, his touch feeling better with each moment as his palms and fingers took care of each aching spot. “You’re asleep, Baby?”, you heard Negan ask quietly as his hands stopped for a moment and rested on your back. “Almost”, you mumbled, a small yawn leaving your lips as they curled into content smile. Your yawn must have acted contagiously on Negan since you heard him letting out a deep yawn before he his throaty chuckle rumbled through his chest. His hands slid a couple more times over your shoulders and back, before you felt him placing a small kiss on your shoulder, the touch of his warm lips sending warm and comfortable shivers through your body. Without even thinking a small hum left your lips and without being able to see Negan, you knew how his lips formed into a big smirk in these moments. ”Now you wanna keep that top off of you for the whole night? I’d have no damn problem with that”, he chuckled as you let out a small snort. ”No”, you mumbled with a chuckle just before felt him giving your waist a small, teasing squeeze. “I’ll turn around, no problem. Gotta get the oil back to the bathroom anyway”, he chuckled as you felt him climbing off of you, your eyes following him as he moved off the bed and gave you a wide grin and a quick wink before he vanished in the bathroom.

Back in your top and already tucked in beneath the sheets you watched Negan strolling back over to the bed. ”Come here”, Negan mumbled as soon as he let himself fall back into the pillows and spread his arms out for you as soon as the blanket covered his body. You moved in closer, huddled up to his side as soon as his arms wrapped around you before you felt one if his hands reaching up to cup your cheek. ”Good night”, he mumbled as you looked up at him, his hazel eyes glued on you as he leaned in until his warm lips captured yours, caressing them with his own as warmth filled up your body. But different to last night and this morning he didn’t pull you into his embrace as soon as your lips let go of one another, right now he kept resting his forehead against yours, your lips still almost touching while you could feel the hunger and longing in you grow again. And he seemed to feel just the same as his lips met yours again in a deeper kiss, his fingers slid into your hair as his thumb still rested on your jaw, holding you close to him. “Shit...you’re doing some fucking things to me”, Negan purred against your lips in between your kisses before he pulled you back in as his words and his touch made you heat up. You got more and more lost in him as your hands slid over his shirt, feeling his chest hair beneath it until your palms rested on the soft fabric of his shirts as deep and content growls rumbled through his chest until you let breathless go of each other. A big smile planted on his lips as he pulled you closer against him, the warmth still stuck in your body as you buried your face into the curve of his neck and let out a content sigh, as you felt how happiness washed over you and stayed in your body until you slowly began to fall asleep in his strong arms. As you slowly woke up, the room was still dark, only enlightened by the faint moonlight while the sudden and abrupt loss of Negan’s arm’s around you made you shift uncomfortably on the sheets, irritated by the lack of his warmth. An uneasy and deep breath coming from somewhere next to you made you open your eyes, finding Negan laying propped onto his elbows on the bed, his ribcage moving and falling at a fast pace while shivers ran through his in goosebumps covered body. ”Negan?”, you quietly asked, your mind still halfway stuck in sleep as your voice made his head turn around to you. In the faint light you could see tears glistening in his eyes, uneasy breaths of air leaving his lips as he gulped heavily. ”What’s wrong?”, you asked concerned but still quiet as you slowly rolled onto your side and looked worried at him as he let out a deep sigh and shifted up into the pillows. ”Nightmare, huh?”, you asked softly, knowing way too well how those tortures in your sleep felt as Negan let out a another sigh and slowly nodded. ”Yeah...but you need to go back to sleep, Sweetheart. You still gotta catch up on some of that shit”, he mumbled, trembles still erupting his body before he turned his head slightly back to you ,”I’ll be fucking fine, just need some moments to set my head straight.” ”When I told you I’d be fine after my nightmares you called me out on my bullshit”, you said, with a small and soft chuckle, trying to loose him a little up as for a small moment a tiny grin grew on his lips before it quickly hushed again. He gulped harshly, before he finally looked back at you with his still clouded eyes as he shifted slightly and moved onto his side. “But you shouldn’t fucking have to be strong for me now, you got enough shit and-”, he said, stopping as his jaw clenched tightly, his eyes leaving yours as they roamed through the dark room, “I don’t fucking deserve that, not yet. Fuck I still gotta make this shit up...” “Stop, you’ve already busted a gut for me”, you quickly said, your words directing his glance back to him as you looked into his eyes. “Don’t make yourself reproaches right now”, you continued, slightly gulping as he bit his lip and began to slowly nod. “Alright...” Your hand reached up to him to softly cup his cheek before you felt him leaning into your touch as soon as your palm met his skin, while his eyes closed for a few moments. And within those few moments you saw him beginning to let loose until you wrapped your arms around him and sunk back into the pillows. His body was still trembling as you held him, remembering all those nights he had held and cradled you tightly against his chest to calm you down as well as you remembered the time you had comforted and hugged him that tightly after he had opened up about Lucille to you. He was beginning to let himself more and more fall as he buried his face into the curve of your neck, his hot and still uneasy breath hitting your skin as he held you just as tightly against him while a few tears met your skin. “I fucking failed her, now I’ve fucking failed you-”, he grumbled shivering as you knew now for sure that his nightmare had mixed up old regrets and fears with new ones. “You haven't, people do shitty things in panic...matters what they do to make it up and make it better and you’re doing more than I could ask for”, you mumbled as you tried to hold the big man tighter in your arms, “It’s not even about a damn massage...it’s your will to do better...and the proof that you’re working for it and making it better...just like you let me this close right now.” ”Fuck, I’m so goddamn sorry”, he mumbled against your skin, holding you even closer, before your words from before seemed to slowly soothe him a bit. ”I know...it’s okay”, you quietly mumbled back as you first reluctantly and a little insecurely let your fingers run through his hair, hoping it would comfort him a bit before a small smile grew on your lips as soon as you heard him humming contently. You leaned your head against his, closing your eyes again as your fingers kept massaging his scalp and caressing his neck as you felt him relaxing beneath your touch. Slowly, the tension began to leave his body as you felt his breath becoming calm and steady while you kept going with your soothing movements to make sure he was falling into a deep sleep. You had no idea how long you laid there with the big bad wolf in your arms until you were sure he was fine and asleep. Only then you allowed yourself to sink more into the depths until the sleep finally conquered you again.

The sun stood already high at the sky as you found yourself outside of the Sanctuary, the taste of your last coffee still lingering on your lips as Negan strutted past the gutted walkers, calling out some stuff to his men while gladly nothing of last night’s sorrow seemed to be left in him. From the other side of the fences you could hear Simon in the middle of a bunch of Saviors, swinging some kind of motivation speech that was mixed with a bunch of orders before the men and women slipped into their trucks. Your glance fell back on Negan as he walked towards you, his signature smirk on his lips as he eventually slipped an arm around your waist. ”We’ll drive in the car behind them, let them get their asses out of here first”, he said, running a hand over his beard stubble while the engines of the cars started and began to roll off the Sanctuary’s compound. Moments later you slipped onto the passenger’s seat of the black car, a biting smell coming from the backseats as you saw Negan digging Lucille’s end into a bucket filled with rotting walker guts. Your nose wrinkled by the reek as Negan closed the door in the back and let himself fall in front of the driving wheel. “I know, that’s some fucking awful, putrid shit”, Negan chuckled as he closed the door and started the engine and let down the windows next to the backseats. ”Lets go”, Negan mumbled as the car began to drive off the compound, your eyes still glued to Lucille while the thought of what would happen if no deal could be found and those guts would get a use. Suddenly you felt Negan’s hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly as he stroke with his thumb over the fabric of your pants. “Nothing’s lost yet. If those fuckers play along, no one’s gonna get close to this smelly crap”, Negan said, giving your thigh another small squeeze as he gave you a small smile as soon as you looked at him. “I’d just gonna have to apologize to Lucille for covering her in that shit”, he chuckled, trying to loose you a little up before you gave him a small nod as you forced yourself to simply believe his words. For the next time, Negan kept talking to you to keep you distracted. Uncountable of dirty jokes he had recently heard left his mouth as he tried to fight the urge to laugh while he was trying to get them properly together to make you laugh in the process. And he had actually success, you found yourself in a mix between snorting  with laughter, blushing, chuckling, cringing and shaking your head in response to the colorful and way too detailed ways Negan amplified the dirtiest parts of his jokes, letting you end up curled on your seat, holding your stomach as you tried to calm yourself down from laughing. “That one was fucking great, right? C’mon you really gotta admit that”, Negan chuckled, the aftershocks of his booming laughter still rumbling through his chest as you nodded, another laugh leaving your lips. “Yeah, it was”, you mumbled chuckling, adjusting yourself in your seat as Negan’s walkie beeped. “Yeah?”, Negan asked, a bit of annoyance laying in his voice as he heard Simon’s voice responding, asking him to make a stop for a moment to check that everyone was in their assigned trucks and got the message before moving on. Not even two minutes later you watched Negan walking toward the other cars and trucks, vanishing behind some of them while you had decided to stay behind in the car. You heard his and Simon’s voice sounding through the air, saw a few of Negan’s men walking around before they hopped into their trucks again and you finally caught Negan coming back towards the car. He slipped back on his seat before he let out a small sigh and looked over at you. “Thought about it, I got a better feeling when you’re driving the rest in the truck with Dwight and Simon”, he said as he shifted on his seat, his voice rising again as he saw your brows furrowing in confusion. ”As soon as we’re there, my car’s the first thing they’d aim at in the worst fucking case scenario”, he muttered, as he ran a hand over his jaw, ”Shit doesn’t have to go down, of course. I just don't wanna take chances there, hell, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He looked at you as you slowly, nodded, realizing that he was right even though you deeply hoped that this scenario wouldn’t come in any way true. “I’m out of dirty jokes anyway”, he said with a small chuckle as he gave you a wink while you got out of your seat. ”Liar”, you said grinning as you heard his throaty chuckle, before you shut the door and walked towards the truck right before Negan’s car, already knowing that the drive with them would be pretty much the opposite to the one you had till now with Negan. “Hey”, you just mumbled before you climbed to them into the truck and let yourself fall onto the seat next to Dwight. “Well, then lets go again”, Simon grumbled as he started the engine of the car and began to roll towards the town in front of the row of trucks and cars. Your glance went out of the window, watching the fields and trees pass by while  your eyes went here and there to the side mirror that showed the side of the black car behind you, just to keep yourself a little distracted. The fields and streets began to change to houses and smaller buildings as you drove into the town. The streets seemed empty, just some lonely walkers here and there as you leaned deeper into your seat right before the sudden loud bang of a collusion behind you let you jolt up. Your heart pounded, realizing that something had drove into Negan’s car as your eyes darted at the side mirror, catching the car that had shoved Negan’s as it tilted out for a moment and for the fraction of a second, you could see who was sitting behind its wheel. Rick. A gasp left your lips as you stared into the side mirror, Rick and Negan’s cars long gone as you heard the crackling of a walkie. “The hell was that?”, you heard Arat’s voice sound through the walkie next to Simon as it ripped you out of the shock trance you had been stuck in for seconds. “That was Negan's car”, Dwight said as the the truck stopped, just like the ones in front of you while the tension in your body rose to an unbearable level. “Jesus, it was”, Simon scoffed out before you heard Dwight’s voice again. “You see it?" “Yeah, someone pegged him pegged him good. Looked like just one guy, from what I could tell”, Simon huffed, moving and rotating the truck. "Anyone see which way he went?” Arat asked as the sound of squealing brakes sounded through the air as Dwight grabbed the walkie while Negan and Rick were still whirling through your thoughts. “Just tell them to pipe down! Stay icy. Maybe there are more of them out there”, Simon’s tensed voice called at Dwight. “Keep guards up, scan your lane. We could have company”, Dwight said into the walkie as Simon rotated the truck some more before you could finally open the door. “You come with us. if you take off all lonesome and a dead takes a good bite off of you, Negan’s gonna end us both”, Simon called out before you could do anything, just as he walked over to your side of the truck. “Think you can wait two minutes”, he grumbled before he made his way into the back, followed by Dwight. You had the urge to run, to try to find Negan and even though you had your suspicions about Simon, deep down you knew that you were, at least for now, safer when you had them behind you. After all, there still could be large groups of walkers roaming through the town and if you’d have a problem with those dead assholes, your chances to find Negan would lower even more. Simon kept yelling orders as you leaned against the truck until you finally saw him and Dwight walking towards you, the tension that had build up left your body a tiny bit as you could finally begin to walk. “Sweetie, you planning on slowing your ass a bit down?”, you heard Simon call out minutes later as you walked a good bit in front of them with fast steps while nothing in you even thought about stopping. Right now, minutes, even seconds could count and you weren’t about to waste any time you didn’t have.  “That’s a ‘no’, huh?”, you heard him call out again, a huff leaving his lips before he toned his voice a bit down but now, you paid more attention as he talked to Dwight again. “Back to it Dwight. Can’t be just one, like the big man says, sometimes you have to take the next step...those garbage people, they had to be expunged”, you heard him say, your legs still walking at a fast pace even though what he had just said had almost made you stop. Your feeling had been right. But he wasn’t only holding a grudge, he wasn’t doing his job like Negan had falsely thought. “Does Negan know?”, Dwight asked and before you even heard Simon’s voice you knew  that it would be a ‘No’. “No, but it’s for the better. For the greater good. It’s for us”, you heard Simon add and just as his voice hushed, your breath stopped for a moment at the sight in front of you. A large parking area and in it’s middle a black turned over car, gasoline flowing out of it as it created a puddle beneath it. “Shit”, slipped out of your lips, your heart beat increasing while your stomach felt like turning just by the thought what would await you as soon as you’d reach the car. Your began to pace towards the car, already small strained breaths leaving your lips as you got closer and closer. Shivers ran through your body as you eventually walked around the car and saw it’s bloody windshield that made panic burst through your veins. “Negan”, you just mumbled as you got closer, a lump forming in your throat as you didn’t spot the man you were searching for but instead the white, now empty bucket that had catapulted itself into the front. Relief washed over you as you realized that all this blood couldn’t be his but there was still the question where he was and if he was injured. “He could be anywhere, alive or dead. Somewhere in between. Just 'cause he walked away doesn't mean he's breathing”, you heard Simon’s voice say, his words sending shivers through your spine before an idea rushed through your brain. With quick steps you walked closer to the car, climbing a bit up to look into its inside, your glance searching for Negan’s most favored weapon. But nothing. Your eyes searched over every spot several times, to make sure but still, nothing. She was gone and with that you knew that Negan had been alive when he had left this car. “He took Lucille”, you said, Dwight and Simon first looking up to you as your voice caught their attention before you repeated yourself ,“Negan took Lucille with him. Walker’s don’t take stuff with them.” “Well, we can keep looking and maybe find him more alive than dead, but then what?”, Simon asked, your brows puckering in confusion before he turned to Dwight, “we could face a distasteful moment.” A heavy breath rumbled through your chest as you got down onto the ground again, realizing by his words, the tone in his voice and the way he looked right now, that he wasn’t going to keep looking for Negan. “Or we could walk away. Get back to our people and make things even better”, he continued to Dwight, just confirming your suspicion as the tension in your body grew with every passing second and with every word he continued to say to Dwight. “This is a critical point in our history, Dwight. This is something we could tell our grandkids about.” His glance was fixed on him, his tone persuasive and urging while incomprehension grew in you and the certainty that things would get worse for the Hilltop as soon as Simon would take the leading role. “Sorry, you’re gonna have your heart broken. Took a lot this last time, didn’t it? Time to stop”, Simon suddenly said as he looked up at you and slowly walked closer as an unbelieving huff left your lips. “I’ll search for him”, you said as he came closer, his brows furrowing in his overacted manner. “All alone?”, he asked as he stood right in front of you and stared into your eyes. “Yes”, you just said back, not even planning to let him talk you out of continuing your search for Negan. “I’d overthink that”, he grumbled, leaning in closer as a threatening tone mixed into his voice. “Without him,...you’re just one of them”, he added as your glance narrowed, determined to not show him any of the fear he wanted to see. “Think about your next step, Sweetie. Think closely”, he mumbled, leaning in some more before you shook your head, let a huff leave your lips and turned around just until you felt Simon’s hand wrapping around your wrist, turning you harshly back around. “I said, think closely. You don’t wanna do anything dumb, do you?”, he growled, his glance narrowing as a tight breath left your lips. “No, but I’ll go now”, you said, a firm tone in your voice as you wriggled your wrist out of his grab and turned around, even though turning your back on Simon right now made tension fill up your body. He was capable of unbelievable things and now that you knew what he was actually thinking and could potentially find Negan, you could let his cover blow. The chance that you had heard him talking about the garbage people wasn’t small, probably he was already regretting talking to Dwight about them while you were near and after all there was the simple fact that you had witnessed how he wouldn’t even properly try to search for Negan just for his own advantage. You were a threat. “You should be scared, Darling...the thought of walking all lonely around, dead ones everywhere, trying to tear you up while you try to find Negan...”, you heard him call out as you walked towards the next street, the tension growing as you already saw some walkers stumbling over the roads ,”you should be so damn scared.” Simon seemed to still hope for you to stop, knowing way too well that in case Negan would still show up again and find out you’re dead while being with him the last time he had seen you, the living hell would break out. But you didn’t stop, even as you reached the corner of the building surrounding the parking area you kept walking until a shot let you flinch up, your body turning in shock for a moment as you saw the stones splattering out of the house’s edge just a foot next to you. Your glance met Simon’s for a second, while you couldn’t tell if he had aimed  for your body or the house to simply warn you. The jolt rushed through your body as you began to run, your heart pounding against your chest as you heard his voice again. “One last chance, Sweetie. One very last chance to do the smart thing”, he shouted as you kept running, a rotting walker stumbling into your direction as you tightly grabbed your knife and ran past it. And then, Simon seemed to have lost his patience with you as several shots into the air followed. “Have fun with the dead”, you heard him yell, some more walkers already spilling out of the surrounding buildings as your eyes captured some rusty stairs winding up a building. Panting you made your way up the stairs, along the boxes that tried to hinder you until you made your way up to the roof and let yourself fall onto the cement. For moments you just sat there, trying to catch your breath before your got up to your feet again and slowly walked towards the edge of the roof. Simon and Dwight just made their ways around the corner again, leaving the parking area while Negan’s destroyed car was now lightening up in high flames, the smell of burning gasoline filling the air while some walkers stumbled over the ground. You knew you had to wait a few moments until they were gone to be able to properly search for Negan and all while these endless seeming moments passed, you tried to black out the scenarios of his bleeding body and instead forced yourself to focus on imagining where he could be - or where Rick could have urged him. The only good thing about the roof was that you could overview the streets, after all Negan couldn’t have made it too far. But there was no Negan anywhere on the streets, no sign of him at any part of that, so there were just the buildings left. If he was injured, he had probably saved himself into one of these, who knew if Rick was with him, hunting him, or not. You had experienced him after Lori’s death and if he was just half as rattled now as he had been back then, you had a problem. And then you made your way back down the stairs, your heart pounding as your eyes found an open door at the other end of the parking area. The smell of the burning car got worse as you made your way past it, your knife tightly in your hand as you ran towards the building, just hoping that you’d find him alive. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you finally got to the entrance, darkness awaiting you inside as you slowly stepped in, carefully, to avoid any walker attacks. You gulped harshly as the wooden floor squeaked beneath your shoes as you made it further into the building that was just faintly enlightened by the sun rays that made it through the destroyed windows. “Negan? Negan, you here?”, you finally asked, your body shivering as you got into a room with a staircase, half of the floor next to it broken, leading a way to dark floors beneath it. ”Baby, you need to go”, you suddenly heard Negan’s tensed voice say, relief washing over you before it got accompanied by confusion as his voice echoed through to you from somewhere beneath your feet. ”What?”, slipped out of your lips, your brows puckering as you made your way further over the floor, trying to find out where he was. ”Get yourself to somewhere safe. Please”, you heard his voice again, pleading and stressed as a strained breath left your lips. ”Negan, what’s happening here?”, you asked, tightening the hold on your knife as you tried to stay as calm as you could. ”He’s gonna die, that’s what’s gonna happen”, you suddenly heard Rick’s voice spat from some other corner beneath the floor as you froze for a moment, the pace of your heartbeat shooting up once again. ”You’re with him now, (Y/N)? After all, you want him? What-...Why did you help Carl escape, why did you do that if-”, he asked but before you could say anything back, his voice sounded through the floor again. “You know what? This all isn’t gonna change anything now, he’s gonna die. I’ll end this, here and now”, he called out, the aggression in his voice letting shiver run up and down your spine. “Rick, this is insane”, you finally brought out, your ribcage rising and falling in a trembling manner. “We need to stop this. We should fight the dead not the goddamn living”, you added, trying to keep your voice firm as you slowly walked over the floor hoping to get closer to either one of them. “What the hell happened to you, (Y/N)? You were there, you saw what he did. You’re gonna tell me now to stop?”, Rick asked, the frustration clearly audible as you gulped heavily, the tension in your body rising as you heard the blame in his voice. “Yes”, you said, taking a deep breath, “By now we’re so deep in it that it’s bullshit to find the one guilty side. it won’t make it better, it’ll just get worse.” For a moment it stayed quiet, only the sound of the squeaking wood beneath your shoe soles hearable. “Rick, more people will die and I don’t want that. I don’t wanna lose anybody else, and especially not to this damn crap”, you said, your stirred up emotions mixing into your voice before you rallied yourself again and let out a deep sigh. “I’m not the only one who wants you to stop...I don’t think Carl wrote these letters just for fun”, you said, your body filling with more tension as soon as you spoke out these words. You weren’t sure if bringing Carl into this was a low blow, but after all, he had asked them to stop before he died, he wouldn’t want Rick to do this here, this way. “You won’t stop me”, you heard Rick call out, your heart hammering against your chest as is voice rose up again.  “Negan, I’ll make you a deal. I let you kiss her goodbye..so come get your bat...come get her”, you heard Rick call out, before loud and dull thuds sounded through the air. “Don’t you touch her!”, you heard Negan call out, more dull thuds sounding through the air before their combined screams and another loud cracking of wood ripped you out of your in shock frozen trance. “Fuck”, you breathed out, fear spreading out in your body as you knew that you had to do something if you didn’t want to lose Negan. Your glance fell onto the hole in the floor, your only way to get to them and with that you walked towards it, your breath quickening as soon as you stared into the only faintly enlightened bunch of woods at the end of the hole. Cursing you sat down on its edge, pushing your knife into its holster to not end up stabbing yourself before you gave yourself a mental and physical hard push and made yourself drop into the depths. A groan left your lips as you landed in the hard wood, your skin aching beneath your clothes as the screams and yells continued and motivated you to quickly heft yourself back on your feet. Grabbing your knife you made your way into the darkness, only the tiny spaces between the wood of the floor above you enlightening you the way as you began to ran towards the source of their screams. Suddenly your eyes caught an with fire enlightened room, your heart pounding as you heard Negan’s scream coming from its inside, burning walkers wandering growling through the dark as your glance fell onto the damaged door Negan and Rick must’ve fallen through.  “What the hell am I doing?”, you mumbled to yourself as you leaned down to grab the remains of the wooden door, trying to keep it uo to let it shield you as you let your fist pound against the wall. “Come over here, assholes”, you screamed at the top of your lungs, trying to get the dead and their wrenching mouths away from Negan and Rick. “Come over here”, you screamed out again, your voice breaking at its end as you saw the first dead stumbling towards you, your fist still pounding harshly against the wood with loud and dull sounds. Your throat felt as if your strained breath was burning crannies into your skin as the heat of the fire began to hit you, the growls of the walkers got louder as they began to stumble out of the room, past you as you kept the door as well as you could in front of your body.  You kept it up until it began to catch fire and more screams from inside the room urged you to rush inside, no matter how many walkers were left in there and even though you were scared and full of fear. Tossing the wood against the walkers you finally stormed into room, the adrenaline in your body keeping you working as you panting made your way closer to them. You clasped your knife tightly as you tried to avoid any of the walkers while you had no idea what to do once you got to the both fighting men. This was a dumb idea. A fucking dumb idea. sounded through your head as you eluded a burning walker that stretched its rotting arms out to you, its cold fingertips brushing over you as you shoved yourself into the next room. You couldn’t let the both get themselves killed in this hellhole nor let Rick kill Negan.  You couldn’t lose him, you just couldn’t. And that was the one thing that kept you going on your insane mission, your knife beginning to dive into walker skulls as you reached ones that weren’t surrounded by flames, every single time your own skin just centimeters away from their wrenching mouths. And then, you saw him. Walker blood all over him, his face a mix between shock, aggression and tension as you fought your way closer just as Rick stormed through the walkers, pushing Negan against a window which glass began to break, threatening to burst any second. The fear in you rose as you paced towards him, his glance first falling onto you as Rick pushed a walker off of himself. “Baby”, you just heard him say, his mouth falling open in shock as your eyes widened as another walker stumbled towards you. With trembling hands you buried your knife into its skull, your glance meeting Rick’s for the matter of a second as the body in front of you fell to the ground. Confusion and shock laid in his eyes, as if he was thinking he was seeing a hallucination. All this was happening in nothing more than a few seconds, before you got urged closer to Negan, the window still threatening to break behind him as he winced in pain and pulled you tightly against him as soon as you stood next to him, aiming to keep walkers off of you. Rick pushed another walker away, his hatched burying into its dome as his eyes fell for one last time on you and Negan, before he rushed into another enlightened hallway. And then, you fell. The glass shattered beneath you with loud clashing sounds, Negan’s arms tried panically to keep you close and shield you from the awaiting hard ground. You felt how the fall ripped you further away from him until your body hit the ground, pain shooting through your whole body before everything around you turned black.

Your head pounded harshly as you slowly drifted back to consciousness, your eyes still closed as every muscle in your body seemed to work against you. A groan left your lips before your mind rushed to what had happened before the fall and even more, to who had fallen with you through the window. Your eyes snapped open by the thought of Negan, your glance slowly turning from painfully blurry to clear as your eyes caught his tall figure a few feet next to you on the ground. Panic shot through your veins as the adrenaline in your body made you heft yourself up, dragging your weak body towards him through the alley you had fallen into as you already felt tears burning in your eyes, as he didn’t move. “Negan?”, you mumbled whimpering as you got closer, your voice drowned out by the lump that was forming in your throat as you finally got to him, a wound boasting on his temple while blood trickles down his cheek. “God no...”, you muttered as your hands cupped his cheeks, the sight of his lifeless body pressing all air out of your lungs and instead filled them up with pain as your fingers panically slid to his neck, searching for a pulse. “Negan please...”, you plead, the lump growing bigger as the fear of losing him spread out in your whole body and formed into an unbearable pain that increased with every second. Your trembling fingers trailed along his neck, your breath quickening in panic until you finally felt the faint, but existing pulse. “You’ll be fine...”, you mumbled, trying to calm yourself down as you let your thumb stroke softly over his cheek, while the fingers of your other hand refused to leave his pulse as persistent control that he was staying with you. Your mind was still filled with utter concern and panic as you tried to find a way through that mess you were, trying to make your head work so you could get him to safety. And just as the first tear fell from your eyes down to his cheek, mixing with the red blood that was still trickling from the wound, a harsh kick against your ribcage shoved you away from him, onto the hard ground. A groan left your lips as your back hit the cement, your mind trying to figure out what was happening before your eyes captured a figure right above Negan. Your glance wandered in the pace of a lightning over the person, until they turned around and you saw into the face of the woman you had seen the last time when the war broke out. And for the fraction of a second, you remembered what Simon had said, how all her people were dead, how Negan had no idea of the massacre that had happened against his will there and with that you knew that this woman would want revenge. And she would do something to Negan. Her hands reached down to him, grabbing his shoulders as your instincts kicked through, your mind only wanting to protect him as you raised your leg and swung it with the last strength you had against her groin. “Don’t you touch him!”, you growled, your voice coming strained out as she stumbled groaning back, holding her stomach as your glance fell for the first time at Lucille, laying on the cement not too far away, her surface coal black while your knife was gone from your hand, thrown somewhere through your fall. In trance you crawled towards her, until you felt another kick into your side that brought you groaning back to the ground. “Get out the way”, you suddenly heard her growl again, as you saw from the corner of your eyes Lucille, now finally close enough to grab. Your hands reached out to her until you could finally wrap your fingers around her handle while you already saw the woman coming closer again, ready to fight you again. With all strength you could bring up you swung Lucille up, aiming for the woman as you hit her legs, a cry leaving her mouth as her knees let her sink for a moment. And you took this moment to seat your weak body up, a strained breath leaving your lips as you lunged out to give her another hit. Lucille crushed down against her side, letting her stumble back while the adrenaline in your body kept you going even though you felt like your hurting body would slump to the ground any second, not strong enough to move anymore. Panting you crawled towards Negan, Lucille still in your hands while your mind just told you to shield him and protect him from another attack. But before you got to him, a set of hands placed roughly on your shoulders, plucking you off of Lucille and away from Negan before you landed on the ground once again, the sole of a shoe pressing against your cheek to keep your pounding head on the floor. You panted, tried to get yourself up and gather up your last strength as you caught her glance for the first time, staring coldly down at you. “It wasn’t him...your people-”, you panted, trying to get her this way and lead her revenge thoughts away from Negan  “Shut up”, she growled, her glance wandering from you to Negan as you took your last chance and grabbed her ankle, digging your fingertips and nails into her flesh, trying to push her off of you before her glance darted back at you and the last thing you saw was her fist that rushed down at you. Wincing you got back to consciousness, your whole body trembling as you heard a starting engine that made your eyes snap up. Groaning you rolled yourself onto your side, the pain beginning to eat you up as you found Negan and Lucille gone and instead saw the woman in the car right next to a figure that could be no one else than the man you had tried to save. Whimpers left your lips while the desperation in you grew as you tried to get yourself on your feet and do something. The car began to move and with every foot it drove, more pain spread through your body as tears began to trickle down your cheeks. “No..Negan-”, your breaking voice brought out as you heft yourself onto your knees, your body not letting you to do any more as you had to helplessly see how this woman took him. Panic shot through your body as your mind began to play different scenarios of what could happen, of what she could do to him as it urged you on your unwilling feet. Your whole body shivered as you did a few weak steps, your glance getting blurry from the tears as you saw the car driving further away with every single second. And while you stumbled even slower than a walker over the ground, the only thing you knew was that you had to find him, no matter what it took.

part 29 / 8x14 “Still Gotta Mean Something”

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[luckster-25]

Simon in The Walking Dead 8x12 “The Key”

[richonnesokoye]

rt if your kink is michonne saying “step back.” to enid in the calmest, yet intimidating way ever

[tediocompartilhado]

Rick was like:

[morgandexter]

me when rick set lucille on fire

[cake-by-thepound]

Can somebody protect Michonne. She's trynna be sane and collected for everybody while mourning and being in pain. She's amazing and Rick is lucky to have her

They’re all lucky to have her, tbh, because she’s saved them multiple times. Her instinct about Aaron was spot on, and the reason they found Alexandria (also why she’s so sad about losing it, I’m sure) and it seems like she’s right about Georgie, too. I’m glad the show knows this, but it’d be nice for the characters to acknowledge it too. 🙃

[wicked-chocolatine]

Negan in 8.12            « I mean, I know you're working through some shit. The worst kind of shit, I know. But if you aren't the most stubborn know-it-all prick I've ever crossed dicks with. Why didn't you just let me save you, Rick? I'm good at it. I saved everybody in the Sanctuary, the Outpost, Hilltop, Kingdom. I saved them all. Their kids can grow up safe. They didn't lose one after we took over. All those people were doing just fine before Rick Grimes! You've not only failed your boy, you failed your people, Rick. Kind of makes me sick just thinking about it. All that wasted potential. But, see, there is still hope for you. A one-time deal that I will make in the memory of your bad-ass son, someone that I actually respected. »

[imothelimo]

Chapter 6 of my 8B fanfic is now live!

Short and sweet, but I was desperate to be rid of this awful storyline.

I hope we actually see this happen in a few weeks!

[smol-bean-machine]

im feeling a lOT OF STRESSSSS