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maggie and glenn rhee

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Guess who's comin' back? If that's my cell, she don't look too happy to see me. LOL

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The Walking Dead Issue #193

(2003-2019)

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Paul: *In a husky voice* I’m really thirsty, Daryl!

Daryl:

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The May 2019 Prompt Set, as promised! 

As usual, please feel free to tag me in anything this expires! I hope it inspires you! Have a good month and good luck! 

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May Prompt Set 2019

The calm before the storm

 Boots 

“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it”-Robin Williams

Rush

Change

‘If the world comes crumbling down, I’m not going to stick around to pull you out from the rubble.’

Late bloomer

The sky is falling

Knock on Wood

“Wherever you go, no matter the weather, always bring your own sunshine”- Anthony J. D’Angelo

Rare

Not made of stone

‘You might want to think twice about the storm’

Cave

Durable

Every rose has its thorns

“In every walk with nature one receives far more then he seeks”-John Muir

Pond

‘Fire does more than burn; You should know that better than anyone’

Nest

A rolling-stone gathers no moss

Wary

“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain”-Henry Wadsworth

Honey

The cold light of day

‘Im just saying, there’s a reason no one lives in those woods’

A face like thunder

Contract

Bewildered 

Rain-check

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.”-Robert Frost

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Is It You?

WARNING: Set during the TWD season 6 finale, so there may be spoilers, but there’s not a lot in here that was in the scene, so.

A/N: Did I write this in, like, 20 minutes? Yes. Am I proud? You have no idea. Dudes, this is a completely new style of writing for me but I tried it and I am very proud of this short piece of work. All in all, it’s basically a set-up for a future fic, but you can 10000% read it as a standalone. I wasn’t even going to post it but I liked it, so, here! (Also, I know it probably hasn’t been five years, but does anyone honestly know the timescale for this damn show? XD) I hope you enjoy <3

Title: Is It You?

Summary: You couldn’t smile. You just couldn’t. But neither could he. This wasn’t the reunion you’d been expecting.

Words: 1305

You could still remember it. Lined up, in between Daryl and Michonne, shaking, not because of what was happening, but because you hadn’t seen him in so long.

“I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.”

“No, you’re not.”

He lifted his face. Lucille – it upset you to call this object that – hung limply by his side, swinging gently, threateningly. “What’d you say?” The words dripped from his mouth. He spoke low, lower than you’d ever heard him before.

But the last time you’d heard him was almost five years ago.

People could change in that time. Apparently.

“I-“ You stumbled on your words, and you weren’t afraid to admit it. Your head was still dipped, hair falling about your face and effectively hiding it from view. Daryl moved beside you, whispering harshly at you to shut up. “I said no,” you managed to say, “you’re not. You- you can’t kill anyone.”

Negan smiled, though you couldn’t see him. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t confused, but he was also intrigued. Who was this girl, probably the youngest in the group lined in front of him, to think she could speak out? Speak out against him? “That so?” He moved closer. Slowly. The bat was still held loosely in his hand, its barbed wire glinting in the torch lights around them. “Why won’t I kill anyone? Why can’t I kill anyone?”

“Because you know me.” It was the last thing you wanted to say, but the only thing you could say. The only thing that could have a chance of saving your friends. Your family. Daryl stopped whispering, sitting back on his knees. He knew you?

Yes, he did.

Negan looked no less perplexed. He drew his head back slightly and paused in his steps. Everything was silent for a moment, the only sound being Maggie’s slight whimpers and the men – had they called themselves Saviours? – shuffling apprehensively around the group. His eyebrows furrowed. You could see it, through the wisps of hair hiding your face. For a brief moment, Negan looked human.

“I do?” He still didn’t move, standing a little way off in front of you. His brown eyes were locked on your ducked form, as if trying to make out who it was through your mound of hair and blood and dirt and the darkness that enveloped you all like a blanket. A nebulous, enigmatic blanket. You wished it would suffocate you.

Or, maybe you didn’t. Maybe you wanted to see how this would end. How they would end.

If you’d looked up, you would’ve seen those furrowed eyebrows move back to their normal place. Slightly. Only slightly. His brown eyes blinked. Once. Twice. Memories clouded him. Familiarity clouded him. Was he seeing things?

If you’d looked up, you would’ve seen him move one foot forward. Slightly. Only slightly. Couldn’t get too close. What if it wasn’t her?

If you’d looked up, you would’ve seen his composure drop, as if he was relaxing for the first time in years. But… slightly. Only slightly. He did it unconsciously; he wouldn’t have wanted anyone to see it. And he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Was this a trick?

You didn’t answer him at first. You couldn’t. Earlier, waiting for him to come out of the truck, you hadn’t wanted to believe it was him. But, as soon as he spoke, all hope turned into dust. All hope that this inevitable war would not be between two people you loved. All hope that this wasn’t the man you’d been wanting to see for the past five years…

“Little girl.” He didn’t say it venomously, or forcefully. It was quiet, soft, and you thought you caught an underlying tenor that screamed please…

And, so, you looked up. Eyes shining with un-shed tears, while more rolled down your cheeks, streaking mud and blood and whatever else was painted on your skin. Your hair was in knots, tangles running through it, twigs, leaves, more mud, more blood. His own eyes locked onto yours, and you saw his resolve almost crumble. Almost. His lip quivered a little, you saw it, and they both parted in what could only be taken as surprise. He dropped Lucille. The impact she made on the floor caused him to jump.

He shook himself. Really, physically shook himself. His way of slapping himself out of dysphoria, you believed.

You saw him take in a large breath and gently motion for someone behind him to pick the bat up.

A man stepped forward, leaned down, gingerly grabbed the handle, and gave it to him like he was giving a king his sword. Negan took it, and you watched him clench his gloved hand around it. He looked angry. Why did he look angry?

But then, he’d always been one to show sadness through anger. What was the saying he used to use? “It’s easier to be angry than sad.”

You could believe that. Not back then, but now? Yes.

“Dammit.” Was that what he said? You couldn’t hear him properly, he’d spoken so quiet. “Dammit.” It seemed like something he would say, but then, you hadn’t seen him in five years.

He stared down at Lucille, hanging by his side, glove probably hiding the whiteness of his knuckles. His mouth was clenched in a straight, firm line. Restraint. He was restraining himself.

Now was not a good time for him to show his sadness through anger.

Funny, how you’d put it down to sadness.

Was that really what it was?

You thought so. You believed so. And then you knew so, as he spun suddenly to face you yet again, and you saw his eyes shining with a wetness that hadn’t been there before. He turned fully, and you saw him breathe in. Sharply. “Y/N?”

There. He said your name.

And you cried. He said your name.

Five years without hearing him say your name. You’d missed him. You said that every day. But then, when you’d heard his name mentioned for the first time in a long time – only a few weeks ago, it was – apparently because he’d been doing all these horrible things, you’d willed it not to be him. Because you couldn’t remember him being like that.

Negan.

“I’m Negan.” No, you’re not, you’d thought with such amusement that you wanted to punch yourself now for having let Rick and the others think they’d actually killed him; the real one.

He’d walked out of that trailer, and you’d listened to his steps, because you hadn’t wanted to look at him. Please, don’t be him. That was the mantra you were repeating in your head. Willing, pleading, begging.

Then he’d spoke.

Shit.

He’d spoke, just like he spoke your name. Did his voice crack? His voice cracked.

Tears were gushing freely from your eyes, and you felt like an eleven-year old again, five years ago, when you’d been together, before all this. Before you’d lost him. You didn’t want to look beside you, at the people you called your family, because you knew they’d look so confused. Or, maybe they’d look betrayed. Which was worse?

You cried, and you didn’t completely know why. I missed him, you dumb shit, you thought to yourself, angrily, why am I not allowed to cry? I missed him!

And you had.

You couldn’t smile.

You just couldn’t.

But neither could he.

This wasn’t the reunion you’d been expecting.

You opened your mouth to speak, and he blinked, a tear rushing down his cheek like it was trying to hide from view before it had even been seen.

He was waiting.

Waiting for your reply.

Because he’d questioned your name.

“Y/N?”

Was it really you?

“Y/N?”

He couldn’t believe it.

“Y/N?”

He didn’t want to believe it.

“Y/N?”

“Hi, Dad.”

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If Carl was raised in this meme of a time

Negan: You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.

Carl: lmao that’s a fat mood right there. Bet

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this user misses carley

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this user cried when shiva died

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this user loves maggie rhee

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this user thinks maggie deserves more love

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[TWD AU WHERE MAGGIE DOESN’T LEAVE]

Maggie: Jesus, you need to deal with your commitment issues :///

Paul, six years later:

Maggie:

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We finally got Directv again so I can get caught up on TWD even though more shit has apparently hit the fan.

Meanwhile I got Hulu and Whiskey Cavalier? Hella good. Would recommend.

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“If I wanted pity, I’d ask for it. I’m doing fine and all you’re doing is bringing everything back up.”