babeyhonea

[babeyhonea]

it’s always, “hi, how are you?” and never, “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you. and wish from this day forth never to be parted from you” ... how unfair

[babeyhonea]

Hitting It Off

Requested: Heyy, could you write abt you and Rue meeting for the first time? Thx in advance!!

Rating: Some CUTE shit

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Female!Reader

It was the night of Halloween when you and Rue first met, and every kid over the age of thirteen was drawn out from the depths of their bedrooms to the biggest party in town.

You didn’t want to go, but after some convincing from your best friend Cecilia, you threw on a last minute DIY costume you’d ripped off of YouTube and a mountain of glitter as makeup before leaving.

The house was bigger than you’d expected and before long you lost Cecilia, which meant it was off to the kitchen for you.

A few other people were in the kitchen nursing beers in their hands as they talked, the music bumping in the background. Opened bottles of Grey Goose and Patrón littered the counter tops, perhaps dangerous but to you free range as you shuffled through cabinets to find small multi colored shot glasses to drown your metaphorical sorrows in.

That’s where Rue found you.

When Rue saw you leaning over the kitchen counter, glitter under your eyes and in your hair as you drank from spare bottles of whatever laid around, the rest of the world went quiet. You were separate from everyone, an angel out in the open.

She couldn’t comprehend how you were alone.

So, she introduced herself.

Rue was distracting, beautiful and all at once speaking to you.

You shared a drink together before pretending to be able to dance alongside one another.

The two of you hit it off that night, and even though you’d been left alone, by the end of the night you left with a certain tall brunette by your side.

Even though you insisted on riding your bikes home, the two of you walked back to your house. She wanted to make sure you got home safe, even though she knew that you could hold your own.

You both plopped down onto your bed after dodging your mother downstairs, silently giggling through the high of being in one another’s presence.

“You’re different, you know.”

Rue said as the two of you collapsed onto your mattress, the room still dark. She turned on her side to face you, her eyes looking deeply into yours as if searching for something.

Rue had never met anyone like you before, someone so transcendently beautiful compared to all of the two dimensional party people she’d ever met.

She didn’t even know if you were into girls, or into anyone for that matter, but she still went home with you. She would’ve went anywhere with you.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” You asked, a smile hanging on your lips.

“What do you think?”

The moment lingered as she stared at you. The feeling between you both was hard to break, and easy interpret.

She kissed you first.

You kissed back.

Somehow, the two of you found one another in that kiss, your lips soft against hers as you placed your hand on her cheek.

It wasn’t because you were drunk or high or because you felt dizzy as you moved.

It was because of Rue.

She was different.

@fandomimagines4all

[babeyhonea]

Do you write smut?

Yes! I do write smut.

If you’d like me to write anything specific my requests are currently open for HBO’s Euphoria. 

[babeyhonea]

The Winter Sun

Summary: You stand by Theon during the Battle of Winterfell, protecting the young Bran Stark. In the midst of the battle, you remember moments spent with the love of your life Jon Snow, fighting with him on your mind until the very end.

Pairing: Jon Snow x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, major character death, angst.

Word Count: 2,226

A/N: I’ve been writing this on and off for a couple weeks, and I’m very rusty, so bare with me here. Hopefully you guys like it, anyways.

The sound of thick boots treading through the snow was the only sound above a whisper, the men  surrounding the young Stark boy breathing to themselves as carefully as they could as to not show fear in the face of death. Every man had anticipated they’d be brave, but the circumstances were different staring out into the blank night, shapeless figures in the opposing darkness. Lady Y/N didn’t anticipate to be this afraid, though, standing beneath the tree she’d prayed to so many times before, standing now with a longsword in her grasp, her heart was tight in her chest.

“We’ll make it.” Theon said as he held his bow, his attempt to comfort Y/N only going so far before she looked at him in the eyes, his roughened face not being able to hide the fear behind it. Y/N simply nodded in return, raising her sword beside him, her heels digging into the snow beneath her, knowing that they wouldn’t yet make it past dawn.

“Y/N, go down to the crypts. You’ll be safe there.” Jon pleaded. He squeezed her hand, the hand of his first love in as a boy, holding the hand of the woman he’d so quickly come to realize that he’d always loved She looked back at him, her grip loosening to let go of his calloused palm as she pushed past him, grabbing onto the hilt of her father’s longsword.

“Y/N stop!” He’d finally said as she came upon the door of her chambers, ready to push it open and face beyond.

“Go down to the crypts. Please.” Y/N held Jon’s eyes, the King of the North begging.

“Make me.” She replied tight lipped, giving Jon a half smile that held a greater sadness than her words. The two henceforth embraced, Jon pressing his forehead to hers as they silently prayed for one another, prayed they’d be safe.

Y/N thought to herself about their course of action, what would happen to her and Theon’s men when the dead overtook them. If anything was certain, she knew that if this was to be her hour of death, she’d be fighting not for own sake, but for her home, for her people, and for her brothers who fought alongside her. There they all stood now, the night shrouded in silence, all preparing themselves to die.

And when the fighting started, many of them did.

“Here they come!” Theon had the voice of an uneasy leader as his and Y/N’s men faltered with their bows.

“Steady now, lads.” He added, arrows drawn from the fire as the ominous growls far in the forest grew closer in might. Lady Y/N raised her sword, her back toward Bran as she readied herself for attack. She wondered about Jon for a moment, but dismissed him from her mind as quickly as she had conjured him, the shrieks of dead men inching closer.

“Over there!” One of the men yelled, his bow aimed in front of him as he searched for the enemy in the black distance. He shouted once more, his hand extended and finger pointed out before him. There was waiver in his voice as he spoke, all of the men around him drawing their bows back further in the anticipation. Theon looked once more at Lady Y/N before his eyes returned to the darkness, watching her as her lip trembled ever so slightly. It was only seconds then before the dead charged on them, the front lines of their defenses crushed in one fell swoop.

Fire engulfed their bodies as they were hit, one by one falling to the ground with arrows embedded deep in their chests. Theon was a good shot, and so were the men surrounding him. He knew, though, that soon enough his men would dwindle as his arrows, and not even one hundred dragons could subdue the wights then.

Y/N had never seen a wight until then, soldiers of decaying flesh and bone with weapons of steel slaughtering everything in their path. She had asked Jon once about them, when he had returned thus back to the North. He said little, a pained look on his face as he remembered the fallen the Night King and his army had taken, remembering dread in his body as he saw them walk back on two legs, his now. “I only pray you never set eyes upon one.” He had said. Yet there Y/N stood in the thick of a battle, her eyes ever stained with the image of them, her body scarred with their lashes, her ears bleeding with their wretched screams through the long night.

The sound of screams roared in the hall as the men chanted, over and over again, their message clear.

“The King in the North!” they proclaimed, Jon standing there at the center of the table, a leader and different man than he was before he took the Black, before he had died.

Lady Y/N stared on at him as she approached the table, her eyes still pretty as when he’d left. Jon hadn’t the idea what to expect of her character now, years after his departure. He was the King now, elected by the men of the North who’d thought him to be worthy, but the only opinion that had mattered to him in that moment was hers.

“The King in the North,” she’d muttered in a hushed tone. “Do you mind if I still call you Jon?”

Before long, bodies piled up leading to Bran, Theon and Y/N the only two standing in the way of the young Stark and certain death. Y/N screamed with ferocity as she struck down the undead one by one, Theon by her side. The strong swing of her sword took toll on her body as the dead pressed on, the bubbling feeling of adrenaline in her chest fueling her in her fight, and aiding her as she ignored the presence of pain in every crevice of her body.

The space around the tree was filled with heaving of Y/N’s lungs as she attempted to regain air and energy for the perceived next wave of attack. The night absorbed her heaving as the sole source of sound around them aside from her heavy heart beating against her rib-cage. Then, too late to act, she had realized how quiet it was, her eyes torn from the bloodied snow at her feet to the tree line. Theon seemed to realize too at that moment, the dead standing in formation in crowd, their bodies then moving aside to allow for something to pass. For someone to enter.

There, he loomed behind the fire.

Death.

“Oh, you’re not gonna die you crybaby.” Y/N mused, forcing Jon to sit on the stool in front of her. He sighed as she pulled out the needle, pulling his shirt down to expose his arm.

Jon swore slightly as she wove the needle into the lash in his shoulder, stitching up the wound quite nicely.

“Death might be better than this.”

“You’re a good man.” Theon danced on the edge of tears as his little brother told him the one thing he’d ever wanted to hear, content if it was the last thing he ever would.

The Night King walked proudly toward the Weirwood, a tired and worn Theon Greyjoy standing beside Y/N L/N in front of Bran, protecting him. Protecting his brother. Theon held his ground as he approached, gripping tightly onto the spear held in his grasp. He waited for the distance between them to close before he lunged with the spear, a guttural yell escaping his lips. The man was afraid. Afraid as he lunged, afraid as he missed, afraid as the Night King split his spear in two. Theon watched as the spear he once yielded in defense was used to plunge into him, as the world around him faded so horrifyingly. He thought back to Bran’s words, and back to Sansa’s, thinking now in his hour of death of his family, and how he was finally home.

Y/N cried out for Theon, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at his body, still shaking in the dirt.

She held the sword tighter, feeling her fingers ache around the hilt of the blade. Night King a semblance of a smirk, knowing of his promised victory as he walked straight on for the young girl. In an instant, he withdrew the icy sword from his back, his frame tall and only inches from her.

Y/N swung her sword fiercely, the contact of their blades echoing through the wood. The Night King was swift and moved like water through the air, Y/N’s movements rough and precise as she tried to knock him down and plunge her sword through his filthy heart. The wights stayed in their place as the two fought, witnessing the battle play out as Y/N was nicked in leg with his sword, earning a pained gasp from her throat. The movement caught her off guard, the Night King slashing down at her hand, the sharp sting releasing the sword from her hand. He kicked her in the abdomen then, sending the young girl to the ground where she’d imagined him seconds prior.

The Night King walked again, striding up to her as she writhed in pain, her hand bloodied, grasping her stomach. He extended his hand down toward her, yanking her body upward by her hair. The smirk appeared again, and with the victorious plunge of his blade, the Night King buried his sword deep inside of Y/N, her body falling backward to the ground. The Night King stepped over her, proceeding with his mission.

Y/N could feel a thickness in the air as she fell, her body numb as her back glued itself to the ground. Her sight was on the stars now, not acknowledging when the dead fell around her or when Arya entered her vision. She was still crying when Arya kneeled beside her, the girl worriedly pressing her hands down on the gaping wound.

Arya swept her up into her arms wordlessly, Y/N feeling her hands press down harder onto her wounds as she stammered. In that moment, Arya tried to sling her arm over her shoulder and move her, yet the hiss behind Y/N’s teeth made her set her back down onto the snow, her eyes now searching frantically for someone, anyone, nearby. What would Jon think? Arya thought, her breath starting to pick up. She cursed herself as she let go of Y/N, standing now.

“Please,” Y/N voiced as the darkness started to close in around her eyes. “Don’t leave me alone.”

Arya frowned.

“I’ll be back, okay? You’ll be okay.”

“I’ll be back, Y/N..” Jon kissed her on the cheek as the snow fell, the two of them alone in the dark of the cold night as he prepared to leave for the Watch the next day. He was already decided, making peace with his choice before he’d laid his eyes on Y/N once again.

“Stay here with me. Please.” Y/N pleaded, her eyes welling over. Jon shook his head, turning from her. She would cry out for him, but Jon promised himself that he would not turn around, not for anything. Not even for her.

When Arya returned minutes later, she returned with her brother. Jon had dropped his weapon when he saw her, running up beside the girl since Jon was a boy suffering angered stares by Catelyn, and Y/N was a girl getting in trouble for running around with the bastard boy.

“Jon,” Y/N smiled, willing her hand to the side of his face. He smiled back as tears trailed down either side of his face, watching her as she did her best to conceal her pain. He grabbed her head in his arm, bringing her closer to him.

“I should have been here.” The King of the North did little to mask the sobs that defied his smile, his love perched in the crook of his elbow. The rose of his heart was withering away as the daylight peaked over the white plains. The sun crept onto the leaves of the Weirwood tree, placed so carefully in Y/N’s vision. Y/N reveled then in the reality that she had been wrong, Jon’s tears rolling onto her face. Jon cradled her as Bran and Arya watched, he felt himself let go as she blinked ever so slowly, Jon pleading with her - with the Gods old and new to let them be.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you since I was a boy.” Jon cried, his tear plopping down onto her face as he held her close.

Y/N simply laid there in the arms of her one love, her voice escaping her as the sound of cries lulling her into a dreamless sleep. Jon’s lips gently met hers, his hand tightly grasping hers.

Y/N felt her mind flurry with every moment she’d spent with Jon, every hour of every day she’d loved him flooding her memory. With her eyes met with her love’s underneath the winter sun, Y/N willingly surrendered herself into the embrace of death.

@geekandbooknerd

[babeyhonea]

I would love do this since I haven’t published anything on this acc for a long time. If you’ll have me I’d love doing 23, 34, and 37 for Game of Thrones!

Man-Crush May Fic Challenge

I came up with a little challenge we could do during the month of May :)

Rules:

Choose 1-3 prompts from the list below

Let me know which ones you’ve chosen so I can cross them off and who you are writing for :D

Choose a fandom: The Last Kingdom, Vikings, Game of Thrones, Marvel, Merlin, Peaky Blinders, Harry Potter for example. You can choose a fandom not listed too haha

There’s no set word count so it can be as short or as long as you want

Get all fics in by the end of May. You can tag me once you’ve done (@geekandbooknerd) and use the hashtag: man crush may

Have fun! It can be smutty, angsty, sad, heartbreaking, flirty… Whatever you wish!

1. “I’m sorry what are you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

2. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they are you.” Steve Marvel me

3. “It was you the whole time.”

4. “Do you regret it?” Uhtred TLK (laketaj24)

5. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

6. “Tell me again.” Uhtred TLK (laketaj24)

7. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

8. “I still remember the way you taste.”

9. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

10. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

11. “We need to be quiet.”

12. “Thought you might need a place to stay tonight.”

13. “I can’t wait any longer.”

14. “I love the taste of you.” Uhtred TLK (laketaj24)

15. “I want you, only you.”

16. “I hate how much I love you.”

17. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen. Because guess what? It did.”

18. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

19. “Just please be my best friend right now, and not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

20. “Just shut up and kiss me.” Steve Marvel me

21. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

22. “Bite me.”

23. “Make me.”

24. “Stop biting that fucking lip.”

25. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?”

26. “Please come home, I miss you.”

27. “There’s people here.”

28. “I’m up for it if you are.”

29. “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

30. “We’re… Just friends.”

31. “Friends don’t do this kind of shit!”

32. “We have to stop.”

33. “I can’t do this alone.”

34. “I should have been there.”

35. “I’m not worth it.”

36. “I heard you scream. Nightmares again?”

37. “Please, don’t leave me alone.”

38. “I wanted to see you again.”

39. “It’s okay. You can leave. They all do.”

40. “Letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”

41. “Stay with me forever.”

42. “I’m in love with you.”

43. “You are my new pillow.”

44. “Fuck off, I’m not jealous.”

45. “I don’t fucking care. You’re meant to be mine.”

46. “What are you doing? That’s my favourite shirt! I told you not to rip it.”

47. “Don’t make too much noise, we don’t want to wake everyone.”

48. “Did you mean the things you said?”

49. “I know you still love me.”

50. “You deserve more.”

Tagging: @ceridwenofwales @laketaj24 @therealcalicali @tiyetiye @whenimaunicorn @pokeasleepingsmaug @wintrcaptn @captstefanbrandt @oddsnendsfanfics @dreamwritesimagines @carlya65 @weegingiepie @medievalfangirl

Obviously you don’t have to take part of you don’t want hahaha and you can tag others too if you know they would take part too :) I can only remember a few names so if I’ve missed you off the list then I’m so sorry!

Also if no one wants to do this then don’t worry… I’ll just delete it haha

[babeyhonea]

She Was My Mother Pt. 4

Summary: You recognize your father, Negan, in the lineup.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death,

Word Count: 1,205

A/N: Part four. Not that well written, so proceed with caution.

Carl’s POV

I can hear my breath above the noise. Taking his hand was a sign of defeat. The last time nervousness like this resonated within me was when Y/N’s shirt fell to her feet and I didn’t know where to put my hands. I can feel my nose scrunch, whether it was from the image of her underneath me or the sound of her screaming in the bed of that truck, I’m not sure. Enid’s lips on mine was a reality I enjoyed, one I still think of, but the pain of knowing that the man that caused all the pain brought to us raised Y/N stings.

“Dwighty-Boy, why don’t you grab Daryl, take him to the kitchen, do a little grub prep. New plan boys. Let’s burn the dead, unload the truck later.” With the orders of Negan flowing from his mouth, I take the opportunity to reach down and grab my hat layered with a new coat of dirt.

“Damn, I am not gonna have time to fuck any of my wives today. I mean, maybe one.” Daryl’s a lamb, only now have I ever seen him genuinely frightened - torn in half by god knows. The thought of Y/N the same way, broken by the force of her father crosses my mind, and I don’t know whether to feel remorse for her or turn a blind eye and shake my head knowing that any daughter of a monster deserves this fate.

“What are you gonna do to me?” The question stands in the air as he turns around, the palm of his hand pressed against his forehead.

“Number one, do not shatter my image of you. You’re a fuckin’ badass. You’re not scared of shit - don’t be scared of me - it’s a disappointment. Number two, you really want me to ruin the surprise?”

He looks me in the eye, placing a hand on the back of my shoulder. He pushes me forward, up the stairs and through the industrial door, the light fading as it closed. Before me was a crowd of people, survivors, if you will. Negan just smirked and came close to my ear, whispering, “Check this out.” He proceeded to step forward up to the rails, everyone taking a knee for him.

“The Saviors have gone out into the world and fought the dead and come back with some really good stuff. Some of that stuff can be yours if you work hard and play by the rules. Today, everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner. No points needed.” This seems to please everyone. Patrons applaud Negan as if he were doing them a favor, standing as he turns to face me. I glance once over the crowd, finding myself looking for her. I know in the back of my mind that she’d never kneel for him, but the sound of her repeating “dad” floats around in space, and I turn back to him and make eye contact again. “You see that?” He says in a smug voice, leaning with his back against the rails.

“Respect. Cool, huh? They still on their knees?” There’s something lingering in the air, a revolting feeling that everyone in the room appreciates him, the same man who pummeled the heads in of my friends - family - without hesitation, with pleasure.

“As you were!” I stand there for a moment, watching them move. Negan’s voice pipes up from the front of me, and I follow behind him like a dog, although I’d hate to admit it to anyone back at Alexandria. He walks me down a big hall, talking lightly and chuckling when I hear “wives” spat out from underneath his breath. We turn into a room, women in every nook. They all dress in black, eye contact avoided when we enter the room.

“I know,” Negan says, bumping me with his shoulder as if he could read my mind or were telling me a joke like old buddies at a bar. “Every woman where you’re from dresses like they do the books at an auto shop. You’re gonna wanna look at their titties.” A small scoff is hidden in the back of my throat, one which he can tell.

“It’s cool. I won’t mind, they won’t mind. Knock yourself out. Better than thinking of you fucking my daughter now, ain’t that right?” Feelings of nervousness and scorn rise within me as he pulls aside on of the girls from the couch. I can still see what her breasts look like cupped in the palm of my hands, and what it felt like when she squirmed and bucked against me. That night under the trees and caught in the headlights was the night the memory of her decayed. A beer bottle is given to me, clenched in my hand, and I think of where she would be. It concerned me that I could still feel the beating of her heart against my chest and smell the lavender in her air, even after it came to light the demon she had hid from me.

“Y/N betrayed us, Carl. She let them die.”

Y/N POV

“How you holdin’ up kiddo?”

“Out of the way, I need to talk to him.” He taught me to put conviction behind my voice when I was seven and the kids at school called me names for sitting in the front of the class and staying in during recess instead of playing kickball in the yard.

“I’m not asking, Ry. Don’t make this hard.” Ry sighs, dropping his bloated pushed up chest, taking a step back. After arriving here, I soon realized that I would be held at high regards, same as my father, which meant that the Saviors would listen and do what I asked in fear of offended me or Negan, and the survivors would keep close eyes on me by instruction of my dad. Everyday feels like the first day of school and the last day on earth, uncomfortable and on edge constantly.

When the door opens, he’s sitting. That bat leaning against the cushion of the couch, the wires pressing against it as if it threatened to tear. He towers over someone, with a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips and a fire in his eyes that can only be associated with either anger or intrigue. His attention strays from the moment between the flanneled mystery to the sound of the door swinging open - me.

“This day just keeps getting better, don’t it?”

A puzzled expression forms on my face, and Carl. He stands there without the wrap on his eye, teeth gritted slightly. Negan’s smirk turns to a smile, and he stands back as Carl takes a step forward. I can’t tell if it’s anger or sadness on his face when he comes within inches of my face. The gouging hole where his eye should be never came unwrapped, all but one night that I remember. He cried that night, and we loved like adults who stay together. And now, looking at him and knowing how much he must hate me, and how he blames me could drive me to break bread with a monster and become one myself.

“Y/N…”

@ lfsbitencourt @ daddys-little-mosher  @1-2-3-my-name-is-oli @michonve 

[babeyhonea]

She Was My Mother // C.G  (Pt. 3)

Summary: You recognize your father, Negan, in the lineup.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, angst

Word Count: 608

“I thought he was dead.” Carl avoids eye contact with me, his lip quivering either with hatred or sadness. I can hear a small sigh emerging from Carl as my father backs away from him.

“I thought he was dead. I thought he…Carl, please look at me.” His hat tilts upwards slightly and I can see the blue glint of his eye. I repeat the phrase ‘I thought he was dead’ like a mantra, begging him to understand. Carl just shakes his head, putting both hands on his knees.

“And I thought you were only person in this world I could trust. I guess we were both wrong then, huh?” Negan just laughs to the side of me, as if this were the funniest thing he’d ever seen : the daughter he hadn’t seen in years getting her heartbroken all because of him; seeing everything I built come crashing down before me. That’s when I hear Rick.

“I will kill you.”

The sun is risen by the time Negan embeds fear in all of our hearts. There’s a commotion, however, all that draws my attention is the thick blood pooling around Abraham and Glenn’s head. I had met Glenn first on the road in the venture to look for his wife. We met Abraham soon after that, and I was taken in like a stray dog to the rest of the group. In retrospect, they saved me, and all I can do now is look at their remains in awe - the doing of the man who raised me. The torment ended with two dead friends, Rick’s submission, and Daryl thrown in the back of a van.

“Now, we’ll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then, ta-ta.” Everyone stays in their positions as the Saviors walk off. The two men who still had their hands wrapped around me pull me to the side and try forcing me in a truck.

“Get off of me. Get off!” Carl’s head snaps around as I kick and push back on these men. Negan hops in the front seat, his men successful as I sit in the bed of the truck with their hands still on me. Carl watches the truck drive off, not saying a word, but not breaking his gaze either. I close my eyes, and imagine the night we met in the shipping container in Terminus. He had blood on the side of his face, and I could see his bright blue eyes even in utter darkness. If I close my eyes tight enough, I can start to imagine the darkness in that container, and how those blue eyes started to give me hope when I fell the victim to the products of a world driven mad. With that, I hear myself starting to cry.

“Sweetheart, are you - are you crying?” Negan asks, checking on me in his rear view mirror.

“Now, now, don’t cry. I remember when you came home from school one day. You had fallen off your bike on the ride home, and all you did was fucking wail that entire night, even though you just had a scrape on your elbow. But your mom, she sang to you and you stopped crying. Now, what’s that song mom used to sing when you were sad? Oh, I remember now.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

“You make me happy when skies are gray.

“You’ll never know dear how much I love you.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

I scrunch my face, closing my eyes tightly as tears fall.

“I wanna go home.”

@michonve @1-2-3-my-name-is-oli

[babeyhonea]

She Was My Mother // C.G (Pt. 2)

Summary: You recognize your father, Negan, in the lineup.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, slight violence

Word Count: 419

A/N: This is super short, so apologies in advance. But here’s part two! I’m considering a part three in this series.

“Y/N?”

Bruises form on the back of my right arm as his men hold me down, pointing their stolen weapons to my temple. I breathe in dirt from how close I was to the ground.

“Let her stand.” Negan says, wiping the blood from his upper lip with his thumb. I can feel myself being lifted up, arm twisted behind my back. Hair gathered in my face, allowing a distraction for myself, and a shield from the bodies of friends I once knew.

“Y/N.” Negan steps closer, as if in disbelief that I’m still alive after the circumstances that drove us apart. It’s when I feel his calloused hand on the side of my cheek, brushing my hair back that I jerk myself away from him. His eyebrows furrow slightly, finding my eyes again.

The last time I saw my father was two months after it started. He was a broken man then - grief stricken and distraught among other things. We ran into a group that outnumbered us by six, demanding our weapons and food. We refused. That night they ended up leaving with our weapons, food, and me tied up in the backseat of their truck. I managed to break free, but I didn’t turn back to find him. I didn’t turn back, because a man that broken was already dead.

“What’s going on?” Carl seethed, pulling me back to the present. There was no coming from this. With my arm numb, I peer up to see Negan with the bottom half of this face buried in his hands, standing completely still. He looks as if he’s seen a ghost, which I suppose he has.

“What’s going on?” Carl repeats.

“Shut the fuck up kid, or I’ll keep that fucking promise and rip your eye out-”

“Stop. Just stop.” I snap, a smile forming on Negan’s face. He runs his hands through his hair, laughing coldly.

“You know what kid? I’ll tell you what’s going on.” Negan pushes past me straight to Carl, knocking his hat off and yanking a patch of his hair.

“Dad, stop!” As soon as I say those words, I see Carl sink deeper into the floor, his hands in his lap.

“‘Dad.’ Man, I haven’t been called that in so long. Thought I’d never see you again, sweetheart. Damn. ‘Dad.’” His men immediately loosened their grip on me, but not enough for me to run. All I can do is look back to Carl, and all I see is a broken boy, crumbling before me.

[babeyhonea]

She Was My Mother // C.G

Summary: You recognize your father, Negan, in the lineup.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, death, violence

Word Count: 1,845

A/N: This is my first imagine I’ve ever written or posted on Tumblr, so please just bear with me here. I don’t have any followers on this blog yet, so I don’t know if I’ll be posting a part two, but who knows. Thanks, I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!

When the whistles started, I knew it was over. Our knees shoved in the dirt, completely vulnerable to a man without mercy. In my head, I never registered the thought that it could be him; my father, the face behind this terror. He was capable of horrific things, that I did know, but it couldn’t be him. An average gym teacher couldn’t roundup a hundred men and convince them he was strong, or to murder for him. He just couldn’t. My father was capable of terrible things, but whoever this was, he wasn’t my father.

When everyone was kneeling, our bodies bare of our shields, I glanced over at him. Long hair clinging to the sweat on his neck, hat tilted slightly off to the left, and blue eye staring straight back at me, housing an expression that said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough,” as if he could’ve changed the outcome, or should’ve known the Saviors would be waiting for us, Little Red, wandering through the woods. All I wanted to do was stare into that blue eye, wrap my arms arms around him, and pretend nothing else existed. We could play house, mother and father, Dick and Jane, like none of this ever happened. Like that RV door didn’t swing open, and that those boots didn’t meet the floor with a crunch each time he stepped forward, or that it really was him standing before me, every identifiable feature enveloped in bright headlights.

“We pissin’ our pants yet?”

No one spoke, or looked at one another, or even breathed until he spoke again. It was the silence that we feared the most, but when he spoke, that’s when we all became terrified.

“Which one of you pricks is the leader?”

Negan strolled right past me, hand clenched on the handle of the bat as he stood tall above Rick, peering down at the man. I kept my head down, and tried to block out those arrogant smirks and threats coming from his mouth. He crouched down slightly in front of Rick, saying, “Hi. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my people. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not fucking cool.”

I know I shouldn’t’ve tagged along. I could’ve stayed at Alexandria, and watched Judith like Carl said. He didn’t want me here, because he knew something like this could happen. I should’ve listened, and fed Judith when she cried, and made sure that the church was protected. None of this should’ve happened. None of it.

“You have no fucking idea how not fucking cool that shit is. But, I think you’re gonna be up to speed here shortly. Yeah, you are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.” Negan said. I felt sick to my stomach hearing those words, wondering what he meant by them. I didn’t want to know.

“Fuck yeah you are.” Negan smiled again, pacing a little ways away from Rick.

“You see, Rick…Whatever you do, no matter fucking what, you do not mess with the new world order. The new world order is this, and it’s really very simple, even if you’re fucking stupid, which you very well may be…you can understand it. You ready? Here goes, pay attention.

“Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” Negan smirks, bat rested on the side of Rick’s head.

“Today was career today. We invested a lot so you would know who I am, and what I can do.” He walks down the lineup, staring at each person to the right of Rick in their eyes.

“You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now I know, that is a mighty, big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly motherfucking will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But, the word is out. You are not safe, not even fucking close. In fact, you are fucked.”

I took a sharp breath inward, which drew Carl’s attention from the ongoing speech given by the reckless man I refused to remember. I looked back at him, and he tilted his head slightly to the side, lips pursed and breath showing in the cold. I could feel the tingle in my nose, and feel my eyes gloss over, knowing that after tonight, nothing would ever be the same between us.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished now, did you?”

I turn to face him, watching him twirl his bat with confidence, and watching Rick cower beneath him.

“I don’t wanna kill you people. Just wanna make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me, and you can’t do that if you’re fucking dead, now can you?

“I’m not growin’ a garden, but, you killed my people. A whole fucking damn shitload of ‘em. More than I’m comfortable with. And for that, you gotta fucking pay. So, now, I am gonna beat the holy fuck fucking fuckidy fuck outta one of you.”

That’s when I felt the wetness in my eyes spill forward onto my cheeks, strands of my hair clinging to the dampness on my skin. You can hear the fear inside everyone in this moment, and you can feel his smile.

“This,” he motions to his bat. “This is Lucille, and she is fucking awesome.”

I shut my eyes and clench my teeth, scrunching my face together to keep any words from forming inside of my mouth. He walks past Rick, the sound of his boots nearing closer.

“All this…All this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor.”

As he passes, I allow myself to sink deeper into the ground as he approaches.

“You got one of our guns.”

There isn’t a bone left in my body that can hold me up, or keep me steady when he kneels in front of Carl, inches from the only person that I would give my life for. Carl’s face shifts, becoming meaner and more aggressive towards Negan.

“Shit, kid. Lighten up. At least cry a little.”

Negan glances over to me, getting up and walking past Carl and I. That’s when I felt the wetness in my eyes spill forward onto my cheeks, strands of my hair clinging to the dampness on my skin. You can hear the fear inside everyone in this moment, and you can feel his smile.

“Jee-sus. You look fucking shitty,” Negan says, looking down at Maggie’s pale face. “Let’s just put you outta your misery right now.”

Glenn let’s out a guttural scream as Negan lifts up his bat, lunging forward when two men kick him to the ground.

“Stop it!”

I can hear myself whimpering as the scene plays out, Glenn forced back in line. I can hear him muttering to stop, not to hurt Maggie.

“Alright, listen. Don’t annyyy of you do that again. I will shut that shit down - no exceptions. First one’s free, it’s an emotional moment. I get it.” He looks over to Carl, then back to Rick, pointing that monstrosity at him.

“JUST STOP THIS-”

“HEY! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer. Don’t make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody. Hey, I’ve got an idea. Eenie meenie minie moe. Catch a tiger by his toe. If he hollers, let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one, and you are it.”

My breaths became even more short and uneven in that moment, and I place my hand on the ground. Carl puts his ontop of mine, my neck now littered with wet trails of tears. Negan paces back and forth, and my stomach turns inside out. I turn my hand upside down to hold Carl’s, feeling it and the rest of my body shaking in fear. I look up to see Negan fixated on Abraham.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the other boys eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.” I can see Abraham hold his two fingers up - a peace sign - before he’s hit. As he pummels him to the ground, I look away, burying myself into Carl’s chest, despite the men circled around us. All I hear is Carl’s heartbeat. Peering up, I can see him staring blankly. I couldn’t look back at that man swinging the bat, or the man lying on the ground in a pool of himself. All I hear next is a commotion, yelling, then someone being dragged.

“Anyway, that’s not how it works. Now, I already told you people, first one’s free. Then, what did I say? I said that I would shut that shit down, no acceptions! Now, I don’t know what kinda lying assholes you been dealin’ with, but imma man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you to know me. So, back to it.”

Carl wraps his arms around me tighter than he should, as Glenn is hit. Glenn was the first person from the group that I met - a brother to me. Carl holds me as I see the man who raised me bash his skull in, blood and pieces of skin caught on the barbed wire wrapped around the baseball bat we used to play with after he got home from work.

“Buddy, you still there? I just don’t know. It seems like you’re trying to speak. But you just took one hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard your eyeball just popped out. And it is gross as shit.” Carl holds me down as my body writhes, trying to break away.

“Maggie, I, I’ll find you.”

Maggie whimpers, staring back at Glenn, blood seeping down into his shirt.

“Aww hell, I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry, I truly am, but I did say, no acceptions.” Negan turns back around, pounding his skull into a pulp on the floor.

“You buncha pussies. I’m just gettin’ started.” He swings the bat over and over, ignoring the cries and whimpers and shouts of us - the people who loved Glenn.

“Lucille is thirsty. She is a vampire bat.”

With that comment, I full force break out of Carl’s grip a run towards Negan, tackling him.

“She was my mother! She was my mother and you did nothing! You monster you took her from me! You took everything from me!” As I pound my fists into his chest, his men pull me off of him, forcing me to the ground, pointing weapons at my head.

“Don’t you touch her!” Carl screams from behind me as I cry unto the dirt.

Lip bloodied, Negan rises from the ground, that smirk disappearing from his face. Kneeling above me, he brushes my hair out of my face, looking straight at me into my eyes.

“Y/N?”