#twd carver

[terranovathemust]

What can I say, his ideas are a double-edged sword. 😆

[fstwdsstuffandthaaangs]

...👀🤭

[bowlorass]

Low effort memes

[babygirlbenpaul]

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[obsessedwithhotmen]

✿⁎⋆ BRANDON ⇢ *- LOVERS THROUGH HEAD -* ⇠ CARVER ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (The Walking Dead) Brandon Carver x gn!reader

⇾ Summary: he punishes you with pleasure (for himself)

⇾ Authors note: how is there basically no fics for him :(

⇾ Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving) head pushing

“Suck.”

Metal pressed against the side of your head yet your eyes never left the man stood up in front of you, even as he demanded you never looked away from his harsh stare, opting to reaching up and grabbing a hold of the hardening dick that was shoved in front of your face. You stroked his length, feeling it harden beneath your touch before leaning forward and placing the tip to your lips, ignoring the salty taste that flooded your senses as soon as he the tip slipped through. He let out a hiss as your teeth grazed his sensitive flesh, “bite and I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.” He threatened, knocking the gun against your head once again as if to remind you of the weapon that was being constantly aimed at you.

You didn’t even know the man’s name, didn’t even know he existed until 10 minutes prior, yet here you were, on your knees and ready to give him a performance he would remember. There wasn’t much more to it, he was a guy that you found attractive, had a weapon and was willing to use it, even the way he interrogated you had you ready to drop to your knees and pleasure him until you no longer couldn’t. It didn’t matter how much he tried to come of as intimidating because it only turned you on more.

He tried to cover up the groan but as he felt the warm walls of your mouth hugging his now hardened cock, he couldn’t help but relish in the feeling. He caught glimpse of the amusing glint in your eye, and that had the man reaching to the back of your head and shoving his dick all the way into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat until he heard the gagging sound. He pulled back, sending you a smirk of his own once his eyes met your teary ones.

His hand never left your head, instead choosing to tangle his fingers into your hair, that way he could either take control or pull away if need be.

The pace of which you sucked him off, started off slowly and steady, trying to find the rhythm, before giving up once you felt him consistently nudging your head further down his length and giving him all you’ve got.

Your eyes slipped away from his own as you mentally prepared for taking his entire length down your throat willingly. Your fists clenched and slowly you let him slip further until your nose was almost pressed against his pelvis. This time he didn’t hesitate to let out a groan, holding you in place so you wouldn’t be able to see his reaction to the pleasure he was receiving from someone he was supposed to be getting information from. Once he finally let you pull back, you were gasping for air as you let his dick fall from between your lips, instead deciding to use your hand while you caught your breath.

“Too much for you?”

It was like he was begging for you to prove him wrong as he sent you - yet another - taunting smile, his pearly white teeth on display when he bit his bottom lip. His hair was out and a few strands were hung in front of his face making him look all the more attractive, it was concerning how hot someone could look during an apocalypse.

You rolled your eyes, “making sure you don’t finish too early.” You snarked, playfully glaring at him but not waiting for his response as you immediately went back to his aching tip, you sucked hard, tongue flicking at the slit and hearing a grunt from the man above. You swirled your tongue around his tip one final time before returning back to your prior job, picking up the pace this time around.

Once you felt the tugging at your hair, you knew his climax was reaching. You moaned around him, the added vibrations nearing him faster.

It was only seconds later and you once again found yourself pressed up to his pelvis, cock shoved deep into your throat before feeling the warm sensation spurt out. “Fuck…” he groaned lowly, jaw clenching and body tensing. He pulled out slowly, expecting you to swallow every drop and not let anything spill, nodding in approval as your tongue was stuck out revealing nothing left in your mouth.

~

You let out a content sigh, turning to the man that was laying beside you. “Who would’ve thought we’d end up together?” You pondered after reminiscing on the day that you met him.

“You’ve got a way with your words,” Brandon responded nonchalantly, leaning over to place a kiss against your lips. “And your mouth.”

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[t-bird510]

Characters who need more fanfiction!!!

I feel bad that these characters don't get enough fanfics about them!!!

1 - SARITA!!! (SHE IS UNDERRATED MY FAV!!!) 2 - NICK (MY FAV CHAD BRO!!!)

3 - REBECCA (She has So much potential!!!)

4 - Minnie (I thinks she would do fantastic in a fanfic!)

5 - Carver! (He can fight Negan!!!)

6 - Someone from S4 like James!

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The audacity of Bonnie to try to be gal pals after she lied! No way girlfriend I ain’t buying it 🙅🏻‍♀️

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seeing paul lahote in twd was not on my 2024 bingo card mates

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Before the world ended - Brandon Carver x reader

Reposting from my Ao3! gunna be adding my other ones here as well <3 this is my first Carver fic I did and I still absolutely love it, but im thinking of making a NSFW version with the same story just add some much needed SHMUTTTTTTT.

What do you think?

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Your eyes widened in shock seeing the man that they dragged in past the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but your caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked up to you, his masking hanging from his hips off his belt. 

“Are you okay?” you questioned, noticing the limp in his step. 

His eyes traveled the features of your face, clearly noticing something was off. “Fucker nicked me.” Carver said, looping his finger in the sliced material of his black combat pants, and showing me the blood beneath. 

“Let me clean you up.” You gave him a light smile, looping your small arm into his and leading him into the building. Your mind wandered as you thought of the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at one point in time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, not ever thinking you’d see him again. He was dead, you thought.

Carver opened the door of the infirmary and you led him to the chair that was in front of the window. “Sit down.” You hushed, hoping the cut wasn’t deep.

You switched the light on and motioned him to pull his pants down, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, dirty, combat pants down his legs. “It’s not that bad.” He sighed, leaning back against the chair, with his head against the windowsill, he looked exhausted.

You grabbed the first aid kit and kneeled on your knees in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and you two fell in love all too easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end…

Despite your past coming in and reminding you of how life use to be, you knew it would only ever be Carver, no matter what your past life use to be, and with who.

“Babe?” you asked softly. 

His eyes fluttered open and looked down at you, with a much softer stare than earlier. He brought his hand up and lightly grazed your cheek. “Hi baby.” He smiled lightly.

“I-I need to tell you something,” you swallowed. His eyes glanced from yours to you lips, and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you guys found and brought in…” Carver’s eyes narrowed slightly, causing the nerves to rise. “I knew him, before all of this… he’s m ex f-fiancé.” you sighed, not having to think of that time in yout life for what seemed like forever.

“What?” his eyebrows tightened together, showing his confusion, and frustration. “Explain”

You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “The day the world was really struck with all this, the very beginning when things got really bad, him and I were trying to get out of the city… I got pulled away by a violet group of rioters, and I never saw him again, I knew that he either wasn’t searching for me, or didn’t search for long, so after a few months I gave up, I found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as the anxiety bagan to rise. “And then you found me…” You gave him a small smile, the anxiety disappearing as his soft eyes looked down into yours.

“I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking if I lost you.” He whispered, bringing his rough hand up once again and pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes closed in bliss as you took in his soft touch, loving the fact that yourself only got to see this side of Carver.

“I know.” You grinned, slipping off the floor and straddling his lap. “You saved me Brandon, you’re the only one I will ever need.” You breathed, knowing everything youd ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

[taeanakookmin]

Brandie's dog. My man deserved more screen time 💀

[terranovathemust]

I can feel his satisfaction 😂

[cemetrrrry]

my favourite lesbian who has nothing wrong with him

[perryabbott]

ALEX MERAZ as Brandon Carver The Walking Dead — 11.04 “Rendition”

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Alone || Friend To None

Previous

No one had slept the rest of the night, and in the morning, everyone kept to themselves, assorting their belongings and deciding what to do, holding out hope that Daryl and frost would turn up.

"Hey, I found an Ipod, and thanks to our honouree genius, I charged it." Natalia walked down the stairs, waving around her ipod as she flicked through it. "They have Beyonce?! Score!"

"Hey, Nat, shut up." Maggie told her, staring out the window, through the blinds.

"What, you don't like Bey-"

"Shh!" She snapped, alerting the others to her tense state.

"Maggie, what is it?" Gabriel asked.

"They're here. We-" She turned around, searching the room frantically. "Down there." She pointed at the crawl space, "We gotta hide down there."

No one bothered to even question her, as they hauled ass, squeezing into the below space.

Some time had passed, before a loud bang from above had reminded them of the situation they were in.

"Clear!" A booming voice shouted, a man's.

"Over here!" A woman's called. "They're still wet."

Natalia looked to the wall as she concentrated on that voice, had she heard that before?

"I guess he was telling the truth, then?"

Now she would have recognised that voice anywhere, Daryl.

Before she could even move towards the steps, Negan was grabbing a hold of her, whilst Maggie held one hand over her mouth, and the other gripping her shoulder tight, begging her to stay put, only through her eyes.

"We should clear the other rooms." The other man suggested.

Their footsteps continued into the house.

"Clear!" The man shouted, seconds before Daryl repeated him.

"I have to." Natalia whispered, almost silently, ripping Maggie's hand off her face, her eyes starting to well. "I have to get to him."

"You can't" Maggie was just as silent. "He's with them for a reason, you'll put us all at risk."

"But he's right there." Her voice cracked, as she tried to control it.

The people above continued to check over the house.

"I'm sorry."

"Nothing." They had joined together, right above the rug that was concealing the small groups hiding spot.

"Maybe they went out the back?" Daryl wondered. "I can track them."

Natalia and Maggie met eyes, instantly.

"Are you in a hurry to leave?" The man asked him.

"What?" He wasn't the smoothest liar, Natalia scrunched her eyes up at his hesitation.

"The other building, you wanted to stick around and make sure we didn't miss anything. Now you wanna run off. Which is it?" The man pressed.

"Look, man, I'm just trying to help." Daryl huffed.

"Yet you keep chirping."

"Fine. You lose 'em, it's on you, it ain't on me."

"Stop." The woman piped up.

Who the hell was she telling to stop?

"Wash, we need a perimeter check." Natalia could only assume she was saying into a radio. "Possible runners. Half a klick."

"Copy that, Shaw." The man, Wash, responded. 

"Look, I don't have time for this talk bullshit." The woman lowered her voice, stressed.

"Listen..." The man attempted, but she cut him off.

"I know! I understand, but I don't need it. Go, sift upstairs. Make sure we didn't miss anything."

They heard his footsteps leaving.

Maggie caught Natalia's arm as she went to raise her gun, exactly where that woman was stood with Daryl, shaking her head furiously.

"Don't." Shaw hissed.

"Don't what?" Daryl asked her.

"You're either with us, or you're not? Your wife is our enemy, now." She continued to keep her voice low.

"Nat was your friend." He pushed. "She cared about you."

The puzzle piece clicked.

Leah! The woman was Leah, but how?

"And now she's against me. It's us, or you die, and you got a taste of it, already."

Did she just threaten him?

"What do you want me to do?" His voice was only a tad bit louder.

"For one thing, stop pissing off Carver. Usually doesn't end well."

They soon heard their footsteps leaving the room, but it wasn't long before the three of them returned.

"They ran. They ain't coming back here." Daryl finalised.

"What?" Carver asked.

"I mean, think about it. You hit them hard. Even if they get more people, they won't come back here. It's a bad move. You've got what, 20 people in your town?" Daryl pointed out, rather loudly. "You got weapons. You got walls. You'd see 'em coming from a mile away. Trust me, they ran."

"Is there a point to any of this?" They could hear the confusion in Carvers tone.

"Let's go." Leah told the two men. "There's nothing here. It's time we move on."

"No. We're missing something."

"Fine. Let's waste another hour. That's smart."

"Daryl..." Hearing her say his name, was like nails on a chalkboard for Natalia.

"It's not my fault he's too stupid to pay attention."

"Chirp. Chirp. Chirp." Carver mocked.

"Enough."

"No, screw that. This dirtbag wants to play. I'll teach him the rules."

"I'm right here, man. Make a move." Daryl challenged.

Natalia couldn't help but to fan herself, the heat in the small crawlspace was getting to her....

"This is not the time and it's not your call to make." Leah interrupted.

"Jesus, Shaw." Carver sounded aggravated by her. "We both know who he really is deep down."

"What?" Leah asked.

"I was there. Remember? After? What, you think this is gonna end any different?"

Natalia tried to wiggle out of the hold she was in, but no one was letting loose.

"So, this is what? You looking out for me?

"Always."

"Uh-huh. Got ya." She humoured him. "And what about the fire? When Pope locked me in the cabin and lit it up? You must have known. Was that you looking out for me, too?"

"Shaw, wake up. Everything is a test now. If you think this guy is ever gonna give a shit about any of us, you're gonna fail. He's gonna go running back to his baby mama, like he always did."

Natalia felt the eyes on her, before she looked at the people around her, she had froze, her heart had stopped, what the hell were they talking about? Were they implying that Daryl knew Leah, but he had never met her, how would he have met her?

"He's right. I don't give a shit about any of you. Except you." Daryl answered, which confused her even further, cause the only people he could've been talking to, was either Carver or Leah, and the two men were definitely not fans of each other. "I'm here for you. It's no secret I made mistakes. But I'm here right now. Maybe I'd be better at it this time, if you'll let me. And Pope scares the shit out of me. I don't wanna be face first in the fire under his boot. But if you say trust him, I'll trust him."

"We've wasted enough time here already." Leah spoke, but Natalia could barely hear her, it felt like her head was trapped in a bubble, everything was blurred as she tried to make a connection of things, of events, a time line.

"Oh, you're not seriously..." Carver started.

"It's time to move on." She pressed the matter.

"Sure. Your call." He was silent for another moment, "Hold on." He pushed Daryl out of the way, stepping towards the rug and lifting it up.

"Told ya." Daryl spoke, after a moment of quiet.

Secret exits were a heaven sent, as the group snuck out from the side of the house, away from the group.

When they were in the clear, tree's surrounding them. Natalia distanced herself away from the three, stumbling slightly as she walked in a different direction.

"Natalia? Are you alright?" Gabriel asked.

"Man, look at her." Negan scoffed.

"It was after Rick." Natalia muttered, when Maggie caught up to her, though the group could still hear them, considering Natalia had collapsed on a log.

"What was?" Maggie asked.

"He- he went out looking for him, everyday... he never came home, he was always out in those damn woods, whilst I was pregnant, with our children" She looked at her friend. "The same woods she lived in. I'm so stupid." She dropped her head into her hands. "He never came home to me, cause he was with her."

"Hey, you don't know what they were talking about." Maggie attempted. "Daryl ain't the kinda guy who would do... that."

Natalia lifted her head, staring at the woman, sternly.

"He wouldn't." She stuck with her opinion.

"We were in a bad place, I was huge, he was grieving, he wanted nothing to do with me."

"Daryl ain't like that." Maggie knuckled down. "You obviously don't know how much he loves you, if you think that of him."

"What else am I supposed to think, Maggie?!"

"He was captured, he's playing them."

"Then how does "Carver" know who I am?"

It took a while for Maggie to find a reason for that.

"Maybe she's in on it and they came up with a story."

"Doesn't fucking matter." Natalia stood up from the log, looking down at her. "'Cause I'm gonna kill them all. How far away are we?"

"About three miles out." She answered, as they joined the others.

"You can't be serious." Negan looked stumped. "Daryl just told us to go home."

"I didn't hear that." Maggie held her hand on her hip.

"Well, I think he was being subtle. He said they were armed with lookouts. And Daryl knows we'd never turn back." She glanced at the man in question's wife, not too sure if that statement was fully true at the moment.

"How're you gonna keep going, Maggie, huh? With what army? Come on, Gabe, back me up here."

"Our people are about to starve. I'm not going back to my family having failed." The priest replied.

"Oh, Jesus."

"I've done it before." Natalia said. "At Woodbury, to get you and Glenn back, and then to save Merle and Daryl, did it at that outpost, and those other outposts, I can do this, but If y'all are gonna tag along, You do as I say, and you don' kill 'em."

"Why is that?" Gabriel asked.

She looked at Elijah.

"Tell me which one hurt your family, and I get the rest to myself."

The boy nodded in approval and understanding.

"Alright, tell you what." Negan decided. "Make me a promise in front of the goddamn preacher, and I will stick around."

"Promise you what?" Maggie caved.

"I do this for the both of you, and we're even, we are good. I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder."

"We will never be even." Maggie broke it to him.

"Then you are gonna be down a soldier that you desperately need."

"We don't need you." Natalia told him. "Never have, never will, this is a one man job, I'm just letting y'all act like we're a team."

Twigs snapping caught their attention, a walker was approaching.

"Mine." Natalia demanded, walking towards it, she didn't draw any weapons. 

The walker reached out for her, but she ducked, kicking it to the ground, instead of putting a knife through its skull, she kicked at its head, then again, and again, and again, until eventually, there was no head, and instead, a pile of brain-rot and dark blood.

"Feel better?" Gabriel asked as she joined them, again.

"Nope."

"Well there's some more." Negan pointed towards the same direction, a group of them were approaching, now.

"Wait." Maggie halted her. "Think we can find more?"

"Really?" Natalia raised a brow.

"It's efficient, will make breaking in a whole lot easier."

They had tied the walkers to the trees, using them to summon others, as each got their missions, Elijah went off on his own, to take care of his section.

Natalia gave Gabriel a walkie, after sharing his mission.

"There are scouts everywhere." Maggie reminded.

"I'll be careful."

"If you get a chance to kill one of them, if he's alone and you have the advantage... Ignore what she says." Maggie looked at Natalia.

"I will." Gabriel promised, then walked away.

"You ready?" Negan asked.

"I'm not cutting up anyone I know." Maggie sighed. "You're gonna have to find me five strangers."

"Only need four." He smirked. "I kept my mask for practical and sentimental reasons."

"This is not fun." Maggie stopped him.

"Well, not with that attitude." He mocked.

"Actually, make it three, coaches don't play, I ain't herding with y'all."

"Let's get it over with."

Natalia popped in her headphones, she wasn't joining in on whisperer bootcamp, but she had nothing else to do for the moment, so she was gonna watch Negan and Maggie attempt to work together.

Beyonce and Shakira? Now that was a good duo.

"You know, I gave that man the best damn years of his life, he was shit before me." Natalia sat on a log, staring at the ground, whilst Maggie skinned a walkers face, gritting her teeth through Negan's instructions.

"You tried to kill each other for the first three months you knew each other." Maggie sighed.

"Yeah, but we didn't, I also saved his life, he hasn't done shit for me, except cause the reason I got stretch marks. You know, he told me that the first time he started to "admire me" was when I fucking threatened Tomas."

"Who's that?" Maggie asked.

"That guy in the cafeteria, when Rick cut yer daddy's foot off, y'know, he wasn't even bad looking, just pissed me off."

"Oh." She nodded.

"Another thing, he thinks he's all that cause he bagged me? Laughable." Natalia continued. "Girl, I could have anyone I wanted, I have evidence, and he thinks he can pull a fast one on me, lemme just go through the small list of men who have tried it"

"Y'don't have to."

"All those prisoners, actually. Dr S, I know he did. His own brother. Leon, Frank, Sean, Harley, and I know what he did, but he still counts, Spencer, Milo-"

"Wait, wait, wait, Spencer?" Negan cut her off.

"Yes, what about it?"

"Thought he was with Rosita?"

"Yeah, cause I rejected him, and you killed her ex in front of her, we all have our moments." Natalia glared at him. "Anyways, where was I, actually, scratch that, like every fucking dude that bothers me, and he has the nerve, to try and fuck me over, then wants to come back with a pathetic offering of food?

"Nat! Get over it, alright, you don't know what's going on, he's just trying to survive, and she's swallowing all the shit he's spewing so it's working."

"So how the hell did they know who I was, why would he say that Daryl would just go running back to me "like always." Yeah, cause nothing happened whilst they were out in those woods together, Argh, that asshole."

"Got it!" Maggie sighed with relief, yanking the face off the walker.

The next part of their plan, was teaching Maggie how to be a walker.

Natalia hid in the bushes, as Negan sported his mask, as well, correcting Maggie's posture and walk, then he untied the walker with the black beard, letting him loose.

He stumbled towards the disguised woman, sniffing her before losing interest, walking away, that was until she tripped over a rock, falling to the ground.

The walker happened to notice this, making a bee-line for her just as she started taking the mask off in a panic, but Natalia was quicker with her knife, aiming and taking down the walker in one swing.

"Great, now we have to find a new one, thank you, Natalia." Negan rolled his eyes.

"This is a piece of shit." Maggie threw the mask at him.

"It's not gonna fit you perfectly." He chuckled. "It was... someone else's face. Look, this might actually work. And I mean it. If I can do it, you can do it. I'll take this back, work on it, fix it for you. Then we'll try again."

"How generous." Natalia quipped.

"You did good, Maggie." He ignored her, walking away to go work on her Halloween costume.

In only a few hours later, Maggie was able to start herding walkers into the pen they had made

"Whatever happened to your friend?" Natalia asked Negan, as they watched from a log.

"Which one?"

"The one with the moustache, the one who called me hot."

"Which one?" He repeated.

"Y'know, the next in charge, your assistant."

"Simon."

"That's it."

"Strangled him to death, cause he tried to overthrow me."

"Shame, y'know, if you had him as my captor, instead of Laura, I would've probably actually caved."

He side-eyed her, shocked and slightly disappointed by her reveal.

"What, I wasn't enough for you, but he was?"

"He pissed me off, he didn't subject me to nightmare fuel by killing two of my closest friends, right in front of me then demanded I stare at it."

"Fair enough." He nodded.

"Y'know, it's funny how the twins took such a liking to you, considering they were conceived on your old meeting room table." She sighed, staring ahead at her friend.

His face screwed up in disdain, but she didn't take notice, until Maggie walked over, taking off her mask.

"Told you, you would get it right." Negan broke his own silence. "Congrats and you're welcome."

As Maggie continued to work on her herd, Natalia went away to hunt, but also keeping a look out for any of those reaper people, or maybe Daryl... she missed him, bad, at this point, she wasn't even angry, she just wanted an explanation, but mostly, she just wanted him, she had no idea what she was gonna do with the outcome of whatever weird thing he had going on with Leah, she her guess, and she believed it, but she also still didn't want to, she loves him, and she doubted she could ever stop, but he had lied to her, for seven years, she couldn't just exactly forget that, so easily.

Negan had skinned and roasted the string of rabbits Natalia had caught, portioning it out for everybody, and then they sat around the fire to eat.

"You know, I feel for you in all of this." Negan started, looking at Maggie. "You might think that's bullshit, but it's true."

"How's that?" Maggie asked.

"I'm not a robot, Rhee. It sucks to see your friends as walkers. And that would be enough. But you are about to do some crazy shit, even crazier than originally planned, considering you gave the nutjob-" He pointed at the possible Divorcee. "the reigns to this operation, and break into a community that you built and lost. I get it."

"Your community and mine, were lost in very different ways." She told him.

"You think I don't understand the losing side of a massacre?"

"There were no children at the satellite station. No families."

"The first night we had sex." Natalia muttered to herself, staring at the fire.

"Then where'd Aaron get Gracie?" Negan asked her, raising his brow when he found a way to finally stump Maggie. "You think I don't know about that?"

"You can't debate battle plans with me. Levels of cruelty."

"Look, all I'm saying is that I remember when my home was invaded and my people were killed. Those men... they had friends. They had girlfriends. People that felt a loss that I couldn't heal. And I had to explain to them why... why their leader failed to protect them."

"You killed people who had families." Maggie reminded. "And you did it in front of their families."

"Yeah. I did." He agreed. "But the world is different now, Maggie. Fewer people to fight for, fight with. Hell, there's fewer things to fight over."

"Are you saying you'd do things differently?"

Natalia looked up, waiting for his answer to Maggie's question.

"Yeah. Yeah, if I could do it all over again. I'd have killed every single one of you."

In that moment, any bit of redemption Natalia felt Negan had earned, was destroyed in that one sentence, he hadn't changed, he'd just adapted to his environment, knew when he'd lost, but he didn't feel any remorse or regret for his actions.

"Why would you say that?" Maggie forced the words out, but her throat felt tight.

"It's the truth." He shrugged. "We gotta do whatever we can to protect our people, right? I mean, that's why we're here. That's why we're doing this."

"Why would you say that to me?" She rephrased, her anger showing.

"We had a good day, you and I, us." He looked between the two women. "And the only way this works, is... is if we're honest."

More time had passed, the pen got fuller, and Gabriel had returned.

"Nat, Maggie. Good news." He greeted them. "It's still there."

"You run into any of them?" Maggie asked him.

"No." He shook his head, quickly limping away.

Natalia had sensed his hesitation straight away, but she didn't mention it at the moment, no, she'd wait for her time.

Soon, they had enough, and it was time to work Natalia's plan.

Negan, Maggie, Gabriel and Elijah, who had masks made for them, would position the walkers, herd them to the distraction point, they'd also be on the look out for any walker traps, or places they would have been locked up years ago, letting them join their army, expanding it.

By the time they had reached Meriden, their army must have reached the hundreds.

And just like Natalia predicted, they had sent a man out to deal with the situation.

The man had reached a clearing, he was confident that he knew what he was doing.

"Group 2, move in." Natalia spoke over the radio, as Negan herded his section towards the man, blocking him in.

He was a fighter, she could give him that, but he was no match when Negan and Maggie got involved, throwing him off and stabbing him, letting the walkers get a chance to have a feast.

"Good work, comrades." Natalia smirked, as she spoke into the radio, her voice barely heard over the walkers.

Negan had passed the radio to Natalia, who was subjected to Leah Shaw's pleads for her friends, as he herded the walkers away, just to bring them back in the next hour, she wanted them to know it was her group that was manipulating the dead.

What she hadn't accounted for, was the explosives that blew up a group of her army, apparently landing on a bomb of sorts.

More had followed as they got closer, spreading out around the perimeter.

"Alright, you need to push them around, make sure they hit all the explosives instead of y'all." Natalia instructed, from her spot, using binoculars to try and find anything, but in the night, it was becoming even more challenging.

She had fled, when the herd was getting closer to her, with no mask or protection, she left for the walls.

"Alright, I'm by an old white car, one of the only ones around, meet me there, in the next 5." She radio'd forward.

"Copy that." Maggie whispered back.

It wasn't long before she and Gabriel joined her, ripping off their masks.

"You guys alright?"

"Fine." Maggie nodded.

"Up ahead, nine O'clock." She nodded at the wall, at the man who was strolling the perimeter, getting closer to them, from up above.

"Man, you're missing all the fireworks." Daryl called, meeting him, just above them.

"Dixon? What are you doing up here?" He asked.

"Pope told me to walk the perimeter, so I'm walking the perimeter." He replied. "You want a smoke?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

Within 30 seconds, the man's body was falling beside them, blood seeping from his throat.

Maggie and Gabriel were quick to move the body out of sight, whilst Natalia looked up, meeting those blue eyes.

Her face was blank as she stared at him, and that made him gulp, he knew he had a truck ton of explaining to do, but now wasn't the time, he hoped never would be.

"We're holding good at the northern gate. Walls are holding strong." All three radios rang.

"Hey, pst. pst. Around that way. Go." Daryl beckoned to them, pointing around the corner.

"Just so you know, I'm gonna kill your girlfriend." She hissed up at him.

"Ain't had a girlfriend since I married ma first an' last one." Were his last words, before he darted off.

"Asshole." She grumbled, following her friends.

They had found a way in, similar to the one Sasha had made back at the Hilltop, They were in Meriden.

"What's that smell?" Gabriel asked, his voice near silent.

"Anything too rotten to eat or use." Maggie answered. "It's why there's nobody out here. Do you remember where you're going?"

"Top floor, second room, southwest corner of the building." He reported.

"Just remember to wait for either of our signals."

"Got it."

"We do this, and we get the food and we go home." Maggie reminded.

He nodded, leaving them.

Maggie led the way, whilst Natalia followed, ready for attack, as they raced for a red pick up truck.

They jumped in, Natalia in the passenger seat and Maggie behind the wheel, searching for the key.

"Know how to hotwire?" Both asked at the same time. "Daryl." They also said, at the same time, it was almost scary.

Maggie opened up the compartment, exposing the wires, and Natalia held out a small knife, letting her put the car into action.

"Deaver, what's the status on the chain on that gate?" The radio asked.

"Heading to the garage now." Another voice replied, but it was also coming from out the window, he was near them.

"Mags."

"I know."

The man ran past them, not spotting either woman, but when Maggie started the truck, he took notice.

Natalia took back her knife, when he banged on her window, begging for them to stop.

Natalia rolled down it down, grabbing a hold of the man's shirt, stabbing him through the head, with the same knife Maggie had used to cut the wires.

With him taken care of, she picked up speed, swerving around the place.

"On three." She warned.

"Two... One." Natalia called, as they both jumped out the car, letting the car slam into the gate, knocking it open, inviting the walkers in.

Natalia rolled on the ground, avoiding impact before jumping up, continuing to follow Maggie.

A man had caught up to them, swinging at Maggie, but Natalia was quicker, shooting him down, but she jumped when another shot came, a body falling behind her, another reaper, they looked towards the window, seeing a rifle poking out.

Gabriel had made it.

The two women ran, feeling slightly victorious as Gabriel took out the men behind them.

"Pope is dead." The voice of Leah spoke through the radio Natalia was still carrying. "Dixon murdered him. He's with the enemy."

"Fuck sake" Natalia growled.

"Shaw, repeat. Pope is dead?" Carver asked. "Leah, do you copy? We're on our way."

"He can handle himself, come on." Maggie encouraged.

As the reapers fought the walkers, Maggie and Natalia joined the others in fighting the reapers.

Natalia ducked under the grasp of one of the men, stabbing him in between the ribs, pushing him into the reach of a walker, letting it chow down on the man as he tried to get away.

"Fall back." The radio's buzzed. "Fall back."

The men, with much hesitation, did as told, leaving them to the walkers.

"You've got to be shitting me." Negan sighed, watching. "They're retreating."

"Yeah, cause they're, fucking pussies!" her hands making a circle over her mouth, as she shouted at them.

"But why?" Maggie looked around for the reason.

Leah was on the roof, staring down at them.

"I shoulda kicked her ass when I had the chance." Natalia sighed, seeing the flash of red behind the bitchy looking woman.

Fireworks shot out, towards them, landing in the walkers, causing them to explode.

Maggie and Natalia ducked for cover, running in between the walkers, searching for shelter, they hid behind a building, where a reaper was also held up, as soon as Natalia saw movement, she threw a knife.

"Let's go!" Maggie grabbed her, when she bent down to retrieve one of her beloved weapons.

They ran through the small alley, hearing footsteps behind them, finding an slightly ajar door, and running through it, letting it slam shut behind them as they sprinted up the stairs, and behind another door.

Then the creak of someone else entering the hallway sounded, the two shared a look before slowly turning the corner, seeing an injured Elijah being supported by Negan, limping towards them.

"We got one on our tail, I think." Maggie told them.

"We lost ours." Negan replied to her.

"We need to take care of that bleeding. Let's go."

Maggie led them to the infirmary, and Natalia moved towards the shelves, snatching up equipment to help.

"This way." Maggie left through a secret door, that resembled shelves, and Negan, being the last person, shut it behind him.

"I love that." Natalia told Maggie, going to work on bandaging Elijah.

"Okay, what now?" Negan asked.

"Wait till dawn. Hunt them down." Maggie shared her new plan.

"Why don't we just get the food and go?" Elijah asked, grunting through pain.

"Yeah, we're going to walk out of here with our arms full." She snarked.

"As long as we walk out of here, yeah." Negan pushed. "Unless chow ain't the only thing we're here for."

"No, I want them dead, there's no other way to escape them, and... I want to see them dead." Natalia piped up.

"Carver, report." Leah's voice came through, from beyond the secret door.

"In the infirmary. The leader and her little friend slugged me, but I'll get the both of them."

"Just find them. Not one of them is getting out of here alive." Leah replied.

"Copy that."

Negan couldn't argue with that.

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✿⁎⋆ BRANDON ⇢ *- SCARED -* ⇠ CARVER ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (The Walking Dead) Brandon Carver x gn!reader

⇾ Summary: Brandon doesn’t return at his usual time.

⇾ Warnings: slight angst.

Not being rostered on for trips to gather supplies meant staying back and doing anything that was need back at camp, for you, you were stuck preparing meals for the night, probably one of the most boring jobs out of them all, safest, but boring.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend Carver was outside the walls and gathering more food as the camp was running low on stock. You knew it was getting harder and harder to find it as all the nearby areas were raided a long time ago. This meant that the group that was hunting would be out longer than usual in order to go further.

Whenever Carver was gone, you were always left terrified that he wouldn't make it back, you were well aware of how eager Pope was to sacrifice his people and claim it on the 'Gods' decisions. Any day now, Carver could leave and never return and you would be left alone in a group you didn't feel connected with, nor could you trust.

You tensed up as the door opened behind, assuming that Pope was checking in to see your progress. "Just me." Leah's voice sounded from behind you. Your shoulders relaxed and you let out a breath of relief, turning to the girl behind you. "What are you making?" She asked, walking up to you and sending you a friendly smile.

"I don't know you. Can't really think about making meals at the moment." You admitted, avoiding her gaze.

"Is it Carver?" She questioned, head tilted to the side as she attempted to read your expression. Once you nodded her head, she let out a light chuckle. "Carver's strong, one of the strongest as a matter of fact. He's a tough one to kill. I wouldn't worry too much about him." She tried to reassure you, but it was difficult to ease your mind when all you could imagine was your lover not returning home.

"I know he is, but that doesn't stop me from worrying. We don't know what kind of people could be out there. All it takes is one person that knows what they're doing, or even one rotter that he didn't notice and he wouldn't be returning back home." Your paranoid mind had left you to ramble, panicking even more as time went on.

Leah stood in front of you, grabbing a hold of your arms and making you face her. "Relax. Carver is fine. If he wasn't then he would've signaled. You underestimate him and the others." She replied. "Now, let's get these meals made. We don't need a whiny Pope on our case now, do we?" She exclaimed.

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Now you were really beginning to worry. The bonfire had been lit almost an hour ago, food being passed around in the progress and Carver and his group were yet to return. Pope had already given his stupid speech about how 'God more than likely chose them to be the next sacrifice,' and if it weren't for the comforting hand on your back from the girl sat beside you, you were certain you would've slapped the glasses off the man.

Your food was left untouched as your appetite was long gone, you couldn't eat knowing that Carver could be out there dead.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn't even noticed as some of the group got up and ran to the gate, rushing to open the doors. It took for Leah to aggressively shake your shoulders for your attention to be redirected from the fire to the gate, where you saw a familiar head of black long hair. The sigh that you let out was one of relief, your head falling forward and resting in your hands. "Told you he'd be fine." Leah whispered in your ear, patting you on the back and departing from you to go speak with the group.

"Hey, gotcha somethin'." You didn't even let him show you what he got as you ran over and jumped into his arms, almost knocking him down due to the force. "Woah." He mumbled, arms wrapping around you and holding you close. "You okay?" He questioned, concern in his voice. 

"Am I okay?" You pulled back to look him in the eyes. "No, I'm not okay, Brandon. I thought you were dead." You exclaimed.

He held some jewelry up as his response, a simple necklace with a heart pendant, on the back saying 'forever and always'. Had this been any other scenario, you would've been beyond happy at the gift, but your mind was so clouded with anger and fear that you couldn't even think properly. "Got a bit caught up gettin' you this." He explained, a smile forming on his face.

"Seriously? You had me thinking you were dead for a necklace?" Your reaction wasn't the one he was expecting, causing his smile to drop. Once you noticed his reaction, you immediately calmed down, trying to think rationally. "It's very pretty, thank you. But the only think I want from you, is you coming back when your supposed to, not hours later. You had me freaking out the entire time, even Pope was believing you were dead." You spoke more softly, eyes never leaving his own.

"I'm sorry. Couldn't help myself when I saw it. It reminded me of you so I knew I had to get it. I split away from the guys and when I came back they were surrounded by rotters, that's why it took so long for us to come back. But no one got hurt, okay?" He explained, hand reaching up to your face, resting the palm of his against your cheek.

You tilted your head into his hand, finding comfort in the way his thumb caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have snapped at you. You just worry me some times." You mumbled.

"I know I do." He responded. He pulled his hand away from your face and moved to unclip the necklace, gesturing for you to turn around so he could clip it around your neck.

Your own smile grew as you stared down at the heart pendant, reaching up to grasp it in the palm of your hand. "See, now I'll always be with you." He stated playfully.

"That doesn't reassure me, Brandon."

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