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[rottenimagines]

One Bloody Mess

Just for fun...

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Arthur bursts into the tavern, the baby in his arms, stretched out like he’s carrying a bomb ready to blow. The little one fusses softly.

“Oi, Tommy! Here! Take her! She’s… she’s gone nuclear!”

Thomas leisurely takes a sip of his whiskey and sets the glass down.

“It’s a baby, Arthur. Not a grenade.”

“Feels like a bloody grenade, Tom! Went off right in me hands, mate! Smells like the trenches in France!”

“So change her.”

“Me?! I held her five minutes! Five! And now I’ve got baby shit in places I didn’t even know existed!”

“You survived prison, Arthur. You’ll survive a nappy.”

Arthur grimaces, wiping his hand on the curtain behind him.

“This ain’t just a nappy, Tom. It’s a bloody crime scene.”

Thomas stands, smirking as he takes the baby in his arms.

“Alright, alright. Give her here.”

Just then, the door swings open and Lizzie walks in, one eyebrow arching as she surveys the chaos — Arthur wiping his hands on the fancy velvet curtain.

“Oh, for God’s sake… What is this circus now?”

“Our daughter exploded. Arthur surrendered,” Thomas mocks.

“I was ambushed, Lizzie,” Arthur grumbles. “That kid’s got a knack for timing. Just after I picked her up — boom. Right in the trenches.”

Lizzie rolls her eyes, expertly taking the baby from Thomas.

“You two look like you’re negotiating a hostage situation, not changing a little baby.”

“I was getting to it,” Thomas adds.

“Oh sure, right after your whiskey and smoke, I suppose,” Lizzie walks off, speaking to the baby with a playful tone:

“Let’s go, little terror. God help us if you grow up like these two.”

Thomas calls after her, “I can change a nappy, you know!”

“Congratulations,” she replies without looking back. “You also started a criminal empire. Still waiting to see you do either without making a mess.”

Arthur sighs, looking at Tommy.

“Do I still smell like shit, Tom?”

“Yeah, brother. You do.”

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gif not mine

Y/N: Fight me!

Daryl, snorting: You’re half my size. Whaddaya gonna do? Kick my ankle?

-later-

Rick: What’s wrong with Daryl?

Y/N, proudly: I kicked him.

Daryl, hunched over in a chair: Def’nitely not my ankle.

Y/N: Yeah, we may not be able to have kids in the future.

[rottenimagines]

BUSINESS, NOT PLEASURE

Summary: when Thomas Shelby invites you to the races, it’s not romance, but business. Or so he says.

The office smelled of whiskey, smoke and old gunpowder. Thomas Shelby stood behind his desk, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. Without a word, he tossed an envelope onto the wood.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” he said flatly. “This is just business.”

He leaned back in his chair, slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on you. Everyone in Birmingham knew Thomas Shelby didn’t date. The fact that he was inviting you to the races made no sense at all.

“Buy yourself something nice to wear,” he added, his stare unwavering. “And don’t be late.”

You raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over your chest. You didn’t touch the envelope yet.

“You think you can just buy me like that?”

“Yea,” he answered simply. “I do.”

Thomas stood, moving from behind the desk with slow confidence. He stopped in front of you, close but not touching, leaning against the edge.

His eyes dragged over you, measured and quiet.

You let out a breath, barely audible.

“Will my life be in danger?”

He chuckled under his breath, gaze still locked on you.

“That depends on your definition of danger,” he said, lips curling into that familiar smirk.

Then he reached out, fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

“Are you scared, love?”

You didn’t flinch, didn’t break eye contact.

“Answer me, Thomas.”

His smirk deepened. He liked your defiance. Maybe too much. His hand drifted lower, fingers tracing your jaw, then sliding to the side of your neck.

Thomas leaned in, voice dropping.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. You're with me.”

A faint smile crossed your lips.

“Any preference in dress color, Mr. Shelby?”

“Red,” he said at last, the smirk returning. “Wear something red.”

You nodded once.

“Fine. Red, then.”

You turned to leave. But before you took a step, his hand closed around your arm. He pulled you back without effort, the other hand sliding to your waist until your body met his.

“Y/n.”

He said your name like a command. His breath grazed your ear as he leaned in.

“And wear something that shows a bit of leg, love.”

You gave him a slow smirk of your own.

“I’ll try to find something appropriate to your standard.”

You stepped back toward the desk and took the envelope. His eyes followed your every move.

His gaze lingered on the curve of your neck, and for a brief second, he had to remind himself: this was a business arrangement. Nothing more.

His hand stayed on your arm just a moment longer. His thumb moved across your skin, gentle, almost soft.

“Good girl.”

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NIGHTFALL WITH NEGAN

Summary: your first encounter with Negan in the Dead City universe. That tall, strange man walks into the abandoned library that has been your refuge for the past few months, in the middle of the night.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise♡)  

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“Who are you?!” The girl points her gun at him immediately.

“Woah, woah, hold your horses, sweetheart”. Negan replies in good spirits and not even bothered by the fact the girl is pointing a gun at his face right now. He raises his hands with a small mocking smirk. “Just some guy figurin' a library's a better spot than a cornfield for takin' cover.”

He then leans back against the wall of the old library, “and who might you be? Besides the girl with the gun, of course.”

“I'm the girl who's gonna make a window in your forehead if you don't scram, asshole.” She shakes the gun to emphasize her point, trying to seem tough and imposing, but as she takes a step forward, the wound on her leg opens and her bandage begins to turn red. She winces in pain.

Negan lets out a friendly chuckle. However, when he notices her limping in pain, he starts to feel sorry for her and stops.

“Oh dang, seems like someone's dealing with a bum leg. Need a hand with that, instead of tossin' around threats about holes in my head, darlin'?” He asks her in the most charming voice he can muster in this situation.

She steps back without lowering the gun. “Stay away! Just… Leave. This is my place.”

“And who are you to claim an abandoned library like it’s your property?” Negan asks with a smirk, still relaxed and trying to charm her again.

“Besides…” he gestures towards her injured leg, trying to get closer to her, “your leg doesn‘t look so good, how about I take a look? Come on, you might just lose it if you don't get some help.”

She hesitates for a few seconds, but the pain is too intense to even think straight now. “You are a doctor?”

Negan slowly starts approaching her again.

“I can patch people up a bit, sure”. He looks at her injured leg then and his eyes soften, his grin is still on his face, but he has become more sympathetic in his tone and doesn’t look threatening anymore.

“Mind if I check it out? I swear I'll be easy on it”, he asks while moving closer to her.

“I swear to God, if you pull anything…”

Negan chuckles and shakes his head, still approaching her, but keeping a good distance so she feels comfortable enough.

“Relax, I just wanna lend a hand, that's it. I ain't a threat to you”, he tells her while finally standing in front of her and kneeling down. He looks up into her eyes. “May I take off the bandage? Then we can figure out if it’s bad or not first.”

She sighs, feeling the soreness from her wound, and discomforted by the unknown man kneeling in front of her. She lets him remove the bandage from her shinbone, but doesn't cease pointing the gun at him.

Negan takes the bandage off slowly and inspects her injured leg closely. He tries to be careful and gentle, but when he touches her skin around the wound he can feel how tense her muscles are.

“I can already tell it’s bad”. He mumbles, with a concerned look as he gently looks up in her eyes. “You didn’t disinfect it for some time, did you?”

she shakes her head no.

Negan sighs and then slowly starts to disinfect the wound himself, being as gentle as he can. While he’s treating her wound he still keeps her attention by talking.

“Do you have a name?” he asks her gently, “besides the girl with the gun, I mean.”

She shakes her head again, while still trying to stay stoic and still, despites the pain. Her lower leg looks really bad.

“None your business.”

Negan notices how she tries to stay stoic while he treats her, but he also notices that she’s in pain; a lot of pain. His expression softens even more and he tries to make it not so uncomfy for her.

“Hmmm, okay…” He murmurs quietly and tries to smile at her a bit. “May I just call you something then? Otherwise this‘ll get kinda awkward, you know.”

“It won't because you're leaving. As I told you before, this place is mine.”

Negan doesn’t reply and continues to disinfect her wound, ignoring her.

Finally, he’s finished with all the cleaning and disinfecting processes and stands back up while still smiling at her.

“Alright…” He says with his friendly tone, “can I check if you can at least walk properly?”

He seems genuinely more concerned for her well being than the fact she still wants him to leave.

“I can. Now, grab your things and go”, she points the gun at him again.

Negan just smirks and shakes his head.

“Let me ask you something, sweetheart…” he moves a little closer to her again. He still holds his friendly smile and his tone is still very calm.

“Where am I gonna go? It’s still the apocalypse outside and it’s the middle of the night. You really want me to just leave and die in the wilderness?”

“I don't care, just-” She barely has time to respond when he swiftly strikes her arm, causing her to release the gun, which falls to the floor. Observing her poised to retaliate, he preemptively lands a forceful kick to her already injured leg, making her to collapse on the floor. She groans in a mixture of pain and frustration.

“You son of a bitch!”

Negan just chuckles softly and slowly steps towards her, now towering over her.

“Now now, no need to act so violent, darlin', let‘s just behave like civilized people, okay?” He says while giving her an encouraging grin. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Hell, I even fixed your leg, so why don’t you let me stay here for tonight? Pretty please?”

She sighs and looks around, searching for a compelling argument that might convince him to leave, but she can't find one. Pain clouds her mind, and fear and the mistrust feeling aren't making it any easier either. She gazes into his eyes once more.

“I know who you are. I've seen the posters in the city. The asshole they're looking for... It's you, isn't it?”

Negan nods at her, still smirking and not looking worried at all. On the contrary, he even seems somewhat proud of himself.

“Oh yeah, that’s me alright.” He says in a friendly tone, still not trying to seem threatening at all.

“Name’s Negan”

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Harmful words

Warnings: arguments, shouting, cruel words

Request: hi!! I was wondering whether you could do one when Daryl snaps at the reader whom is like a daughter to him and she sees him as a father figure and they get into an argument that causes issues and he says things he regrets please? Thank you. (A/n this’ll be written during the prison era)

Someone better take my phone away from me the amount of sad twd drafts I’ve got saved is becoming concerning 😭🤣

“I’m sorry okay,”

Your words were weak and tired as Daryl stood in front of you, crossbow hung just over his shoulder “sorry isn’t going to cut it y/n. You could’ve been killed-“ “well I wasn’t.” Your words were harsh as you glared into his eyes “please stop treating me like a goddamn kid! I’m sick of it… you hear me? Sick of it! All of it!”

He looked at you a hurt expression lingering in his eyes “what the fuck y/n?”

“Stop treating me like your god damn daughter! I’m not your kid! I’m just someone you rely on since you can’t do shit yourself!” You yelled, you didn’t mean it. They were just words. Angry words that you couldn’t even comprehend as you failed to notice the growing anger and sadness forming on his face “you’re right.” He spoke disgust visible on his face as he began shaking his head “you aren’t my daughter,” he continued shaking his head “and I sure as hell ain’t your dad.”

His words caused your breath to hitch as you stared off into space your eyes full of sadness before you looked down, Daryl didn’t mean to be so harsh- regret immediately forming on his face. You didn’t think he would go that far, you were just angry and it upset you that he would even say something like that. You had gone on a run, a risky run at that but it wasn’t your fault you wanted to get things for the group but you knew Daryl was protective over you so it was most definitely a stupid decision. You knew it would cause an argument but didn’t the groups lives matter more than yours?

“I- I didn’t mean to say that y/n…” he spoke and your eyes flicked to him a saddened expression on your face “I’m not Merle, I’m more than capable of saving myself and not getting killed. Okay? Get off my back for once yeah? I just want to support the group! Don’t you get that? It isn’t just us anymore!” You raised your voice as Daryl’s breathing became heavier his eyes narrowing as a slight worry and sadness consumed his face but he didn’t say anything he just stayed quiet “we’ve got to support Rick! Beth! Carl! And Judith, she cannot live without baby formula! What do you expect me to do? Just sit around here on my ass all day when I can go and get supplies for everyone!” Your voice was raw with emotion anger in your eyes. You knew Daryl meant no harm, he was only protective over you but sometimes it felt overbearing- overwhelming- as if you were walking on eggshells whenever you went out. It was as if he didn’t believe you could protect yourself.

“I know damn well we need to go get supplies but that don’t mean you should go out there risking your life! We go in groups! Not as individuals!” He shouted, raising his voice his hands moving about a lot as he talked a lot of his emotions through his hands. “And I know you ain’t Merle but that isn’t the point! You’re the last part of me that I’ve got! I cant lose you as well if I lose you then what the hell is the point of living anymore, huh?” His words cut into your heart harshly and you closed your mouth, falling silent as you shook your head “haven’t got an answer because you know damn well if you weren’t here I’d be dead!” And that’s when you snapped walking up to him getting in his face “don’t patronise me. Don’t you dare. Don’t put your life in my hands…. Just don’t.”

Daryl wanted to say so much more his eyes full of pain but before he even could Glenn quickly moved in between the both of you “c’mon just stop this. There’s kids here. Stop shouting…” he said desperate as he held his hands out to you and Daryl as if trying to keep you both away from each other. “What’s happened?” Glenn spoke trying to sort everything out and you looked at Daryl who was now pacing back and forth “y/n goin’ on that supply run alone… could’ve gotten killed. Stupid decision.” He spat out and Glenn listened as you scoffed rolling your eyes. You loved Daryl a lot, he protected you when you couldn’t protect yourself but you didn’t want him not believing in the fact you could protect yourself.

Glenn went to say something but a different voice spoke up “I have to agree with Daryl on this one.” You looked at Rick as you frowned but he held his hand up to you telling you silently to remain quiet instead of inputting your opinion “if Carl had gone out there-“ “Carl is a kid. I am an adult.” You cut Rick off, an unimpressed look forming on the older man’s face “if Carl had gone out there I would’ve had the same reaction as Daryl. What you did was charitable, good work- yes, but risky as hell… what happened if you got bit, hm?” You remained silent as you stared down at the ground. Hearing it from another person made you realise that maybe you were being slightly too harsh. You sighed quietly as you ran a hand over your face,

“We don’t need another fight breaking out so please solve this quickly.” Rick spoke calmly but it was as if he was ordering the both of you to make up and as he and glenn left the room Daryl continued pacing back and forth whilst you stayed still. “I’m sorr-“ he started but you cut him off “no. I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful. I was being an ass” you said softly as the archer smiled slightly at you his eyes growing softer as he walked closer to you wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you into his side as you hugged him tightly “forgive and forget?” He asked and you nodded your head “forgive and forget.”

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You sat on the table in the prison eating some chocolate pudding from a small can, everyone else was eating some food and Daryl was holding Judith in his arms holding a bottle of milk to her lips as she drank, everyone else ate as much as they wanted to your attention soon turning towards Beth as she nudged you nodding towards Carl.

You looked towards the kid noticing how he was eyeing up the can of pudding in your hand, he had fruit but didn’t seem to be too interested in it. “Eat up,” Rick spoke quietly to Carl but you quickly stepped in “trade?” You questioned sliding the can of pudding over to the boy who’s face and demeanour immediately lit up as he began eating the pudding, you reached over getting the fruit as you began eating the canned fruit Rick nodding slightly at you in a silent way to say thank you and all you did was smile. They were family. You’d do anything for them.

As night drew closer, the sun going back into hiding you made your way to your cell climbing up onto your top bunk as you exhaled. You shared a room with Daryl- he slept on the bottom bunk and you slept on the top. As you laid down you felt a sudden vibration against the bottom of the bunk making you jump in fright a chuckle falling from Daryl’s lips as he stared up at the mattress “sorry,” he said and you let out a little laugh “it’s fine… you know you preach on about people not sneaking up on you yet you sneak up on us all the time.” You laughed out and a small smile remained on his lips “oh shut up,” he spoke playfully and you rolled onto your side as he continued talking to you, the sound of him talking easing you into a tired mindset as you began relaxing “you warm enough?” He suddenly asked and you hummed in affirmation “enough pillows? You can have mine if you want.” He offered. He did this every night and you always said no. “I’m fine, really.” You spoke and he sighed gently “alright..” he laid back down onto the hard bunk resting his arms under his head “sleep well…” he knew once you hadn’t responded that you were flat out and he smiled slightly,

“I love you sunshine.”

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''BEST FRIENDS''

Summary: just a little chat with the quietest girl in the room.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise♡).  

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You’ve had your eyes on her for a long time now. The tall, skinny, brunette girl who is sitting on her bed a few meters away from yours; you can feel her pain just by looking at her.

After several glances, she ends up turning her head to face you.

“What?”

You shake your head, still staring at her intensely, though.

“Nothing. Just watching you. You're pretty, you know that?”

Her face remains impassive and it takes her a few seconds to respond in a cold, flat tone of voice.

“Uh-uhm.. thanks?”

She awkwardly shifts her attention back to the empty space of air just in front of her; lost in her own thoughts again.

You get up from your bunk bed and walk over to hers to sit by her side. You bend your legs in a comfortable position while she pretends you're not shoulder to shoulder with her right now.

“So... why are you here? If you don't mind me asking.”

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“...Debts.” She simply mutters as her eyes averting back to her lap. Her hands grip onto the edges of her tracksuit pants tightly. She does not like to talk about herself much, it seems.

“Debts,” you repeat, thoughtfully.

After a long moment of awkward silence, you rummage the pocket of your tracksuit jacket and take out a pack of cigarettes.

“You smoke?” You ask her, offering her one.

She takes the cigar and stares down at it for a moment, seeming to contemplate the decision.

“No. Never; but I guess I won't die from trying for once. It's not like I'll have time to get addicted anyway.”

You hand her the lighter after lighting yours first.

“You're always this optimistic, or did I catch you on a good day?” You tease her with a playful smirk.

She shrugs as she lights her cigar and next hands you the lighter back.

She coughs slightly at first, but manages to take a couple more of drags before set the cigar aside with a grimace. You can't help but let out a small chuckle.

“Do you have a name?” She asks, all of a sudden.

You take a long drag and lean against the white wall before answering her.

“Well... people used to call me Y/n, so I guess that's my name. And yours?”

“It's Sae-Byeok. Kang Sae-byeok.” She mutters.

“Well, Sae-Byeok, I'm so glad to meet you. I wish it had been somewhere else, though.”

You two remain silent for a long time again, one next to the other; but this time the silence doesn’t feel so uncomfortable as it felt before.

“You know... tonight is going to be a really tough night. I heard one of those assholes over there.” You point at a group of players a few meters away from you with your cigar. “They were planning a riot.”

She flicks over to look towards the direction of where you're indicating now. Her dark eyes narrow.

“Did you hear anything else?” Her face turns into a slight scowl. “Those men... they're dangerous.”

You shrug while yawning.

“Nop, but I guess they're planning to kill us one by one while we're asleep or something...” You speak carelessly.

Suddenly, your eyes light up and you look at her with a big smile.

“Hey, listen! Now that we're best friends, why don't we team up? You know, you watch my back and I watch yours. What do you think?”

She sighs, contemplating the offer for a moment. Finally, she nods.

“It'll be better then being alone, I suppose...” Sae-Byeok shrugs gently. “And don't call us 'best friends'.”

You giggle and nudge her gently. “Oh, but we are now! I mean, It's easier to survive if you're with someone, and I think we'd be great company for each other. Not you think?” You smirk.

Sae-Byeok sighs.

“I hate you already but, fine. I'm in.” She says.

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Dealing with an angry Daryl Dixon would be like:

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise♡).  

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➥ The argument goes in crescendo until you both end up yelling at each other.

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➥ He makes wild gesticulations with his hands as paces up and down, spouting off his sour monologue while you stand there, following him with your eyes; hands on your hips.

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➥ You say things. He says things. Until one of you crosses the thin line of cruelty and the other just finishes screwing it up.

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➥ On the fire of the conflict, you say something that makes him explode in anger, so he walks menacingly towards you; pointing at your face with his finger.

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➥ Talking to you in that tone actually breaks his heart, but his pride would never allow him back down by this point.

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➥ After several shouts and words out of place, he simply walks away before saying/doing something he'll regret later.

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➥ During the following days, you'd completely ignore each other; which would become without a doubt in the gossiping among the people in your group.

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➥ Only some terrible event, such as an attack or the loss of one of your friends, would be reason enough to make you put your pride to one side and go to seek comfort in one another again.

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[rottenimagines]

Darling, won't you talk with me?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Warnings: Bad decisions!Daryl

Genre: Angst

A/N: Inspired by the song Darling by NEEDTOBREATHE

Darling, won’t you talk with me?

For a little while

“Please, talk to me,” Daryl begged. You cast your eyes downward, away from his pleading look. This wasn’t an uncommon scene in the old world: a new father, apologizing to the woman he loves while she lay on her birth bed. But it shouldn’t have happened to you two.

You could hear the pain in his voice as he choked out, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened. Please just look at me.” For a brief moment, you met his eyes. And what you saw only steeled you further.

“It didn’t just happen,” you said, watching his eyes light up with hope for just a second, “it was your choice. You chose to stay out there, knowing I was close, knowing you might miss this. Don’t try to play it off as an accident. I know better.” Daryl shrunk, averting his eyes.

We ain’t got nowhere to be,

Oh and I’ve come so many miles

“I came as soon as I could,” he reasoned, hands clenching at his sides. You sat up, the weakness in your body melting away for the anger in your heart. “And you were too late!” you yelled, causing the man to flinch.

You shook your head. “Don’t make yourself out to be the victim here. If you’d been here, if you had chosen to stay, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. We’d be celebrating, because this is a big deal, and I wish you’d seen that before.”

Neither of you said a word. You watched the tears fall down his cheeks as he hung his head low. After a few moments of silence, he raised his eyes to meet yours. 

“We never found the body. I had to keep looking. You know that,” he said. You scoffed, looking away from the man.

“I loved him too, Daryl. But he’s gone. And we’re here,” you cried. “Why isn’t that enough for you?”

Darling, won’t you talk with me?

For a little while

“You can’t shut me out. This is my life, too,” he pleaded, reaching for your hand. You pulled away before he could reach it, crossing your arms. He stared at you, awaiting a response, but you wouldn’t speak. Daryl thought he’d rather hear you yell than never hear your voice again.

“Please,” he whispered, “I can fix this. I’ll do better. Just give me the chance to fix this.”

Or at least until the baby cries

Or we both fall asleep

You turned to reply, when a shrill cry rang out across the room. Both of you turned to see your newborn child, being carried to you by Siddiq. He smiled at you, shot a hesitant look at Daryl, before carefully placing the baby in your arms.

Daryl’s eyes lit up at the sight. He’d never seen something so beautiful, so precious, so perfect. He saw the way your face instantly calmed as the baby lay in your arms, how you couldn’t peel your eyes away.

And he knew, without a doubt, that he was going to be by your side for the rest of his life. He refused to miss another second.

[rottenimagines]

Date night with Joel Miller before the outbreak

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise♡).  

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➥ Joel is a huge passionate of music, so most likely he would take you to a concert of one of his favorite country or classic rock bands.

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➥ He'd spend throughout the ride telling you curious facts about the band; telling you what his favorite songs are… In short, how excited he is about the concert.

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➥ Joel's not really the outgoing kind of guy, so no matter how excited he feels inside, during the concert he'd try to contain himself. Which means it'd be your task to help him let himself go a bit.

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➥ After a little while, you two would already be moving to the rhythm of the music and singing the lyrics in unison.

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➥ He'd take advantage of the slow, romantic songs to wrap your waist and pull your body closer to his, without saying a word; simply enjoying having you by his side at an important moment for him.

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➥ If during the concert someone started to bother you, either by some accidental shove or maybe some groper asshole, he wouldn't hesitate for a second to start a fight to protect you. He's 100% the type of guy who wouldn't let a fly land on his girl.

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➥ At the end of the concert, he'd drive you to his place. He'd wearing a t-shirt from the band's merch, of course; while you both sing the most popular songs at the top of your lungs inside his car.

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➥ Halfway home, he'd make a short stop at a drive-thru to buy something for dinner.

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➥ Sarah would have stayed overnight in a friend's house to leave the house all to yourselves; perfectly convenient.

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➥ Once at his home, you two would eat all that fast food in front of the tv, watching any random movie or show, since the only movies in the house are Sarah's cheesy teen movies. Joel is more into collecting vinyls than dvds.

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➥ Gradually, your casual conversation would lead to naughty teasings. His hand would begin to caress you in a more bold way until before you know it, you would already be making out with so much eagerness  on his couch, while the rest of the food gets cold over the coffe table.

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➥ The empty sound of the tv would soon begin to be muffed by the sound of your accelerated breathing and moans.

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➥ He'd pull on you to make you sit astride his lap, so he can start undressing you with his hands still greasy because of the fries.

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➥ Your cute date would end with you two fucking on his couch, making a big mess which he'll have to clean up in the morning before his daughter gets home.

[rottenimagines]

Let's be honest... I'm a sucker for confrontation.💀

requested by anon || WARNINGS: language and mentions of sex. || TAG LIST IS OPEN.

"You got balls, I'll give you that" Shane gave out a humorless laugh as he stared at you with pure anger in his eyes. You had done the rounds on the farm on that day, and a walker had escaped your search and got close to camp. Shane hadn't thought twice before he came screaming at you about it. "You think you're so smart, huh?" he took a step closer to you until you were inches apart. "Putting yourself at risk and then consequently putting everyone else at risk because you're not fit for this! Congratulations!"

"And who is? You?" you closed the remaining distance between you both as you spit back those words at him. You could see the spark of surprise just for a seconds in his eyes as you did so. "You can't even keep your head straight anymore! You're too caught up being an asshole to everyone to have time to do anything else! If you ever stopped questioning Rick maybe you would actually do something useful!"

That got to his nerves. You saw how Shane clenched his jaw and took in a deep breath. "What about you? You go around and you give unwanted advice to others, tries to be all nice and helpful, well, does the rest of this group knows that your main habilites are only required after sundown because you sure as hell is willing to open your legs to Rick when he feels the need to!" he was screaming now, not giving a damn thought about the fact that perhaps the rest of the group would be able to hear it. "You stand there, all loyal to him. Pretty, nice body and a couple tattoos, that's what he needs at the end of the day, huh? You're only a fuck to him, and you're stupid if you think that he's ever going to look at you as anything else than just a nice fuck!"

"From where I stand you should be thanking me, Shane. Since I'm keeping Rick occupied, you have more chances of going after his wife. That's what you want, isn't it?" he clenched his fists, his knuckles quickly turning white and then it was your turn to just give out a humorless laugh. "What you're going to do? Hit me? C'mon, Shane, hit me! Let's see what kind of man you really are! Hit me!"

"Hey!" Rick's voice got to your ears as he came running towards you both, other members of the group behind him. "What's going on here? Shane? (Y/N)?"

"Nothing, man" Shane didn't even bother looking at anyone else, he just stared at you with a forced smile on his lips. "We're just having a nice little chat. Right, (Y/N)?"

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Sweet Temptation

Summary: Just Negan trying to seduce you into helping him get out of his cell.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)  

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You've been secretly visiting Negan for several nights.

 In daylight, you act like another ordinary member of Alexandria, while at night, you betray your own people by sneaking into the infamous killer's cell to help him by bringing him food, or just keeping him company.

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As soon as Negan sees that it's you who’s coming down the stairs, he stands up and walks over to the bars of his cell to greet you.

‘‘What do you have for me tonight, darling?’’ He tries to speak in his trademark flirtatious tone, but it's obvious he's defeated inside.

You hand him a sandwich wrapped in napkins through the bars.

 He notices how your eyes light up as soon as you see him; just by feeling him close. My ticket to freedom, he thinks.

‘‘Thank you, honey. I’m starved tonight.’’ He takes the sandwich and unwraps it.

 ‘‘Mmmm. You're such a sweet, helpful girl, aren't you?’’ He winks at you as he takes the first bite.

You lean against the wall to watch him eat in silence. He looks tired and thinner. His physical appearance is beginning to decay. This Negan is only a shadow of his former self.

‘‘So... how you doin', Negan?’’

He sighs heavily and rubs his forehead.

‘‘I feel like I'm going insane. I just want to feel the sun against my face again, y’know?’’

He looks deep into your eyes, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

‘‘I'm tired of these bars. I'm tired of this cage. I want to be out in the world again. Just you and me, darling. Just you and me.’’

A chill runs down your spine when you hear his sweet words. 

You approach the cell again and grab the bars with both hands. You look him up and down.

‘‘You look... tired.’’

He nods while still chewing.

‘‘I am, I am. They don't give me enough to eat. They treat me like I'm some rabid dog.  I'm going crazy in here.’’  He puts his face right up to the bars, getting very close to you. ‘‘I need to be freed. I really need your help, Y/n.’’

You can feel his warm breath on your face. You're deeply attracted to him, but still you’re not stupid; you can't help but distrust him. He has done terrible things to your people after all.

‘‘Look, I know you're hesitant. You have every right to be. I wouldn't trust me either. But you and I, doll... we have something special... We understand each other.’’ 

He gently brushes a loose hair out of you face. ‘‘This cell is killing me...’’

‘‘Negan... you know I can't do it.’’

He exhales in defeat and pulls back a bit.

‘‘Well... I had to try.’’ He shrugs and continues eating the rest of his sandwich.

After several minutes of awkward silence, he starts talking again:

‘‘So, you like coming down here to visit me, huh? What if Rick and the others found out you're here?’’

Your body tenses just thinking about it. He laughs at your reaction, at the sudden fear all over your face. 

‘‘It's our little secret, ain't it?’’ He gives you a quick wink as he finishes his sandwich.

A mischievous little smirk curves your lips.

 ‘‘Exactly. This is our little secret. I hope you don't forget.’’

You put your hand through the bars and he hands you back the napkin. Then he continues talking with his usual charming tone:

‘‘You really enjoy these "secret" visits, don’t you? You enjoy visiting the big bad Negan in his cage.’’ He smirks as you grab the napkin from his hand.

‘‘I’m just a good samaritan doing her good deed for the day.’’ You answer him, mimicking his seductive tone.

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks at you intently.

‘‘Samaritan? No. You are much, much more than a samaritan, my dear, sweet friend.’’

He leans over the bars and kisses the tips of his fingers before touching your cheek with them. You enjoy deeply the touch of his fingers on your soft skin, even if it's only through the bars.

He looks down at you with a sly smile. ‘‘I think you actually like a little too much these secret meetings with the big, bad man, all alone.’’

You bring your face closer to his, losing yourself into his dark hazel eyes. His face just a few inches from yours.

‘‘Maybe I do.’’

‘‘Maybe you do, huh? And if I told you I know a way to make these secret meetings a little more... interesting?’’ He whispers, looking down at your lips.

Your eyes, full of desire for that man, drift down toward his lips and then back up to meet his piercing eyes.

‘‘Oh, really? Enlighten me, then. Please.’’

‘‘How about this...’’ He looks at your lips again and leans a little closer. ‘‘...a little less talking. A little more kissing...’’

Your heart beats as someone who knows they are doing something forbidden, something absolutely illegal. But you just can’t deny him.

You take a quick look over your shoulder to make sure no one else is there. And then, you turn to him to press your lips against his, for the first time.

He closes his eyes and kisses you back with passion. You can feel his tongue slide between your lips as he moves his hand around the back of your neck to bring you closer; as close as the bars allow you to be.

Afterwards, he slowly pulls away and looks at you, breathing heavily. His sly smile grows bigger as he leans into you and whispers in a deep, sultry tone:

‘‘Wow, baby. You really are a naughty girl, aren't ya?’’

[rottenimagines]

A lil good-night gift for all of you who follow my blog. You're welcome.

Negan is a tease with a tendency to masochism as he pushes his dick further into you. A blissful moan escaping you at the stretch of your aching core, followed by a harsh cry as his thumb flicks against your swollen clit.

"Ah, ah." Disappointed he clicks his tongue and gives your thigh a harsh smack.

You were close, so close. But he isn't ready to give you that bittersweet release yet. Neither are you able to do anything about it with your wrists tied to the head of the bed.

"Please daddy, oh god." You whimper.

"Please what?" He purrs sinfully and giving you another forceful thrust.

"Make me cum. Please daddy. Please."

His hips stuttering until he finally gives in.

His palm rubbing roughly over your pearl as he pounds you mercilessly into the mattress. Thighs quivering as a firework explodes in your low abdomen and leaving your body on fire. You had been laying here since at least two hours and now that the moment is here you never want it to end as he rides you right into the overstimulation.

But the bubble of want and hot desire leaving you light headed. Carving and hungry for Negan.

"That's daddy's good girl." He's panting warm against your lips, not wanting to miss a single sweet sound you're releasing. "Don't worry. Daddy's not fucking done with you yet."

"Good." You whisper and open your eyes to look into his dark hazel ones. "Show me who's the boss, daddy."

[rottenimagines]

Masterl¡st

➢ American Horror Story:

Inside Kai Anderson's mind.

SCARS (Michael Langdon x reader.)

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➢ The Walking Dead:

The favorite girl (Negan x reader.)

Sweet Temptation (Negan x reader.)

Dealing with an angry Daryl Dixon.

Nightfall with Negan

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➢ Killing Eve:

Midnight Stalker (Villanelle x reader.)

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➢ The Last Of Us:

Date night with Joel Miller before the outbreak.

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➢ The Squid Game:

''BEST FRIENDS'' (Sae-byeok x reader.)

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➢ Peaky Blinders:

BUSINESS, NOT PLEASURE (Thomas Shelby x reader.)

[rottenimagines]

Midnight Stalker

Summary: a sad Villanelle sneaks into your bed in the middle of the night.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)  

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On any given night, while you are sleeping peacefully in your bed, a strange noise wakes you up. At first, you think it was just your imagination and close your eyes again, until, all of sudden, a hot breath hits the back of your neck and someone wraps their arms around your waist...

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You sit up immediately and turn on the nightstand light.

Next, a cry of surprise escapes your lips.

‘‘What are you doing here?!’’

Villanelle is there, lying next to you; looking directly into your eyes with a scowl on her face; as if you were the one bothering her!

‘‘Why are you being so dramatic? You should be glad to see me,’’ she rolls her eyes and sighs. ‘‘I didn't come to kill you, Y/n. At least, not yet.’’ 

You look her up and down: she's wearing a dark gray two-piece suit. Although it does not seem that she hides any weapons under it, you can never tell with that woman.

‘‘I'll ask again. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?’’

Villanelle rolls her eyes again as she sits up right in front of you. Her face dangerously close to yours. Actually, she seems very tired, almost like she's...sad?

‘‘What? Can't a girl spend a night with her best friend?’’

You sigh and rub your sleepy eyes. Next, you speak in the most assertive way you can manage at this point, trying to keep your composure so as not to make her angry.

‘‘Villanelle, I've told you a million times. We are not friends. We are... nothing. And you can't break into my home in the middle of the night just like that!’’

She looks around the bedroom, as if your little scolding was boring her to death. 

Her voice is slightly drier as she speaks again.

‘‘Oh please, Y/n. Don't be such a killjoy. I could have come to kill you instead, wouldn't that be worse?’’

Before she gets you a chance to response, she is already wrapping her arms around your shoulders and makes you lie down again. She snuggles with you, like a baby. You have her blonde hair in your face now. All of this is too surreal to be true.

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‘‘Villanelle... what are you doing?’’

‘‘I know, so cute, isn't it? This is called cuddling. People do it when they're in love, or at least, when they're close. You know, for besties like us.’’ She teases with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

You spend the next few minutes very still, staring at the ceiling, with her body against yours.

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‘‘...Villanelle?’’

‘‘Hmm?’’

‘‘You... okay? I mean, you look...’’ you clear your throat, ‘‘well... you look a bit tired.’’

There is an awkward silence. 

Villanelle takes a deep breath before speaking again.

‘‘I'm all but fine, actually. Tired, confused, frustrated...’’ She raises her head off your chest to stare at you. Hers gaze remains as dead and distant as always.

 ‘‘And... I have a really strong urge to kiss you, right now.’’

There it is: Villanelle and her ability to leave people speechless with her ‘out of place’ comments.

You look down at her face as if to say ‘are you serious?’, to which she responds by nodding very slowly with a mocking pity face.

‘‘Oh, I see. And... you see yourself able to control it?’’ This time it is you who teases her.

‘‘Nop. I don’t think so.’’

And, in a flash, you have her on you, kissing you. At first, it is gently but, feeling not resistance from you, she increases the intensity. She holds your head strongly as she pulls you even closer to her.

 The feeling of her tongue in your mouth is more than enough to snap you out of your trance; so after a few seconds, you push her away abruptly.

A little flash of annoyance creeps over her face.

‘‘Come on, Y/n, you obviously like it! You must have felt something. Don't lie to yourself. Just admit you want more.’’ She whispers in a seductive tone of voice, bringing her mouth closer to yours.

‘‘Villanelle, no offense, but right now you're just the crazy stalker who just broke into my home in the middle of the night... You understand how weird this all is?’’

She rolls her eyes and pulls back. She definitely is thinking you're being a pain in the ass right now. 

‘‘And you’re the boring one who didn't call the police or shoot me, or anything. You just stayed in your bed, shaking in fear and letting me do whatever I want with you.’’

She enjoys watching your startled face at her words, because, worst of all is that she's right... 

What the hell were you thinking?

You jump out of your bed instantly and gesture for her to leave.

‘‘Get out of my home. Now’’ You try to speak with confidence, but everything is so ridiculous that you barely sound convincing to yourself.

The smirk on her face goes wider.

‘‘What, so suddenly you find your voice?’’ She mocks.

‘‘I’m serious, Villanelle. You have 10 seconds to get your ass out of my bed or I’ll call the police.’’

Although you start counting out loud, she stays right where she was, looking straight into your eyes with her annoying smug smirk.

‘‘Go ahead, I'm waiting...’’

You glare at her, skeptical. What the hell is she up to now? 

‘‘I just want to know if you'll actually do it or not. So...’’ She encourages you with a wave of her hand.

Her eyes gleam with excitement when she sees how you don't move a muscle.

‘‘And I thought I was the weirdo here...’’ She keeps trying to provoke you.

At last, you step up towards the phone, waiting for her to do something to stop you; but she doesn't.

 You grab it and start dialing the number, but not before giving Villanelle a last warning look. 

She keeps watching you from your bed, impassive. She is trying to see if you actually have the guts to go through with it.

'Your last chance', you whisper to her with the phone already in your ear. But she doesn't move, she doesn't speak. Her eyes tell you all that there is to say: 'go ahead'.

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Finally, you end up hanging up the phone with a frustrated grunt. She gets away with it, as usual. 

Villanelle's face lights up with wicked excitement as you put the phone back where it was.

‘‘Ha! I knew it! I knew you like me so much!’’

You roll your eyes at her. 

‘‘Look, you want to stay? Fine; stay. But you have to promise me that you'll be good.’’

She raises an eyebrow. ‘‘Define ‘good’ ’’

 ‘‘Don’t kill me in my sleep.’’

Villanelle nods, as if she was really considering all this as something serious.

‘‘I can promise no killing... for now. Deal?’’ She smiles like a happy little girl.

You look her up and down once more.

‘‘First, show me that you don't have any hidden weapons.’’

She gives you a mock offended face as, reluctantly, gets out of your bed and opens her jacket for you; showing no hidden weapons under it.

‘‘... Happy?’’

You ignore her and start frisking her from head to toe, to which she responds with a snort.

‘‘Do I have to ... you know, remove my clothes too?’’ She scoffs, but her mischievous mood quickly fades when sees how you keep frisking her in silent.

‘‘Y/n, believe me; if I wanted you dead, you'd be already dead.’’

You keep ignoring her.

Once you’ve made sure she doesn't have any hidden weapons, you go back to your bed, quietly.

Villanelle stands there for a second, then she takes off her jacket and lays down next to you, just like before, with a small, playful smirk on her face.

‘‘I won't kill you, I swear.’’ She whispers in your ear as wraps your waist, holding you close.

She waits for a moment to see if you’ll continue speaking, then speaks up herself again. 

‘‘Isn't this nice? No killing, no guns, no knives... nothing dirty at all. Just us, the bed and nothing else.’’

‘‘Oh yes, quite a fairy tale... Now, sleep!’’ 

‘‘I’m trying...’’ she rests her head on your chest and closes her eyes. ‘‘Your heartbeat is ... loud.’’

 At last, it seems like she starts to nod off. 

‘‘It's like a drum...’’

 Her voice is soft and sleepy, barely above a whisper now. You're not sure if she's even talking to you specifically anymore.

‘‘...Can you feel my heartbeat too? Hmmm... 

My heart's beating just for you...’’

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Loved it.

[rottenimagines]

THE FAVORITE GIRL

Summary: You, Negan's favorite ''wife'', have been captured after trying to escape. Now you have to face the consequences of your actions.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)    

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It had been a week since Y/n had escaped; a too-long time for someone like her to survive alone in the woods. Although all her effort was useless in the end, since she was captured by a search party anyway.

She was Negan's favorite woman, after all. He wasn't going to let her go that easily. He knew very well that she would not get very far by herself. And he was right...

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Two of his men drag her to Negan’s office, where he has been waiting for their reunion for a while.

‘‘Well, well, well... Look who's back!’’

He says, as he immediately sets down what he was doing and jumps up from his desk to greet her with a triumphant grin. When he's right in front of her, he motions for his men to leave, and so they do. Both are left alone.

He smirks, looking her up and down, and lets out a mocking whistle before speaking again.

‘‘Well, my dear, it's good to see you again, still in one piece. You look terrible, though. No offense.’’ 

He grabs her chin and tilts her head up. ‘‘Tell me, Y/n, where were you?’’

She glares at him, ‘‘away from you.’’ 

He grins and pulls her closer to whisper in her ear, ‘‘you know you can’t escape from me...’’

‘‘You’re an asshole...’’ 

Negan rubs his face against hers. She can feel his hot breath on her skin.

‘‘You should be grateful, y’know? I saved you from the life you were living,’’ he stares her down. ‘‘I’m the reason you had three meals a day. I’m the reason you slept in a warm bed. I’m the reason you’re breathing right now.’’

‘‘I don't want any of those things anymore. I don’t want anything from you.’’

He steps away a bit, surprised by her attitude. He remains serious for a few moments, analyzing the whole situation before his eyes.

‘‘You wanna be the dinner of one of those dead pricks, darling? Is that what you were looking for out there? ‘Cause, you know, all this little mischief of yours has been stupid as hell. You know that, right?’’

He stares at her as if she’s the stupidest person alive, and she stares at him back as if he's the worst.

‘‘I'd rather be one of those monsters' dinner than yours.’’

The playfulness disappears from his face; he looks at her with a dead stare this time.

‘‘You must be joking...’’ his cold, dead stare last another few seconds, then he laughs. 

‘‘You’re just like every other woman in this world, aren’t you? You say one thing and do another. You agree to be with me, and then you just run away like a scared puppy.’’

He tries to get a more passionate reaction from her; he wants to provoke her to put an end to this new cold attitude of hers that is starting to make him mad.

‘‘Think what you like...’’ is her only response.

‘‘Oh, I know you’ll come back to me’’, he kisses her cheek, ‘‘...because you have no choice, right?’’

‘‘We’ll see.’’ She is willing to face the risks. 

A look of disappointment slowly creeps across his face. 

‘‘If you wish to be treated like the rest, fine. I’ll remove you from your pedestal and treat you like everyone else. No benefits. No special status. Nothing at all. Is that what you really want, Y/n?’’ He pauses a moment, while uncomfortable thoughts arise through his mind. ‘‘Just because of a little... misunderstanding?’’

She nods, impassively. 

‘‘Very well, then’’. He nods and puts his hands on his hips staring at her sternly. ‘‘You are on bathrooms cleaning duty starting tomorrow.’’ 

 He is willing to make her life as difficult as possible from now on as punishment for running away and, of course, to get her back to him.

 ‘‘...Fine.’’ 

‘‘And one more thing, Y/n. If you ever try to run away again...’’ he puts a finger under her chin, lifting her head to look at him. He leans in, close to being nose to nose, ‘‘you’re dead. Got it?’’

She nods.

‘‘Good girl.’’ He leans in and speaks in her ear: ‘‘You’ll come back to me, honey. You'll see, you'll see’’. His words come out in a husky whisper. 

Negan kisses her cheek before letting her go.

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[rottenimagines]

SCARS

Summary: What is the part of you that humiliates you the most?

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)  

‘‘Take off your dress.’’

‘‘ ...what?!’’

‘‘You won’t get a second chance, Y/N.’’

‘‘Please…’’ you beg as a powerful wave of terrible memories arises in your mind, making you feel sick.

                                       (Take off all of your clothes)

‘‘Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination,’’ Mr. Langdon says and you nod in response immediately, too scared to go against him on this.

He stands behind you and unzips the back of your gray dress, slowly. You just close your eyes wishing the earth would swallow you. The dress falls to the floor leaving you just in your underwear. 

There are scratches and deep scars all over your back. Mr. Langdon runs his fingers through your injured skin.

 ‘‘Who?’’ he asks, hoarsely.

‘‘My stepfather.’’

He hesitates for a few seconds before speaking again.

 ‘‘And... did he get what his deserved?’’

‘‘I set him on fire with the same alcohol he spilled out in his sleep,’’ you spit with pure hatred in your voice.

‘‘Good’’, he says behind you. 

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‘‘... Have I passed the test, Mr. Langdon? C-can I put my dress back on?’’

He stands in front of you with a creepy smirk drawns in his face.

 ‘‘You’ve been a survivor all your life, why would it be different now?’’

‘‘Thank you.’’