#Lucille Wood Smith

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2023: Almut Eggert, attrice e doppiatrice tedesca. Dopo il diploma di scuola superiore divenne estetista. Dal 1956 al 1959 prese lezioni presso una scuola di recitazione a Berlino. Nel 1958 fece il suo debutto alla Vagantenbühne di Berlino, e nell’anno successivo ottenne una parte al Piccolo Teatro presso Francoforte. Negli anni seguenti le furono assegnati ruori di maggiore importanza. Passò poi…

[evergreen-eldritch]

Lucille!! She's thirsty

[cultofdixon]

No longer the man I once knew

Negan Smith • She/her Pronouns • It’s been years since you’ve seen each other. The last time you talked, he was seeking advice on how to handle scary news like cancer. Now you were face to face with the leader of the Saviors • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Past Abuse / Scars / Injuries / Anxiety Attacks • Canon re-written • Fuckton of flashbacks

Requested by: @ravenrose18

“Wow…uhm. Are you okay?”

“I honestly don’t know what to fuckin’ feel in this moment” Negan frowns gripping the bottle in hand a bit too tight. “Fuck. I’m gonna lose her”

“Now don’t think that. Yeah brain cancer is one of the harder ones but you’ve gotta have some hope”

“What hope is there if I’m gonna fucking lose her, Y/N?”

Y/N sighs taking the bottle out of Negan’s hand and chucking it into the bushes. Which didn’t bring out the man’s good side and before he could even think about snapping. She suddenly smacked him in the face and before he could react to that. Y/N grabbed his chin forcing him to look at her.

“Treatment will help. She is doing everything she can to stay alive and all she needs is you in her corner” Y/N states and before he even got another word in she tighten her grasp slightly. “Forget about the slut on the side. Forget about every wrong thing you did up until you found out your wife has cancer. And be there for her”

Negan couldn’t think another thought when Y/N said all of that. All he thought was what he needed to do for Lucille.

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And he did everything he could. Even in the end of the world.

“Y/N!” Rick yells off the top of his lungs to gain the woman’s attention as her eyes glued onto the few carrying Maggie into the RV. “We need to get to the hilltop now” the worry spilled in his voice as Y/N picked up the pace grabbing her bow along the way before piling into the RV.

Y/N quickly went to Maggie’s side, her best friend in this hellish world, taking her hand into both of hers. Letting her squeeze as hard as she could because of the pain she was currently enduring.

“I’ve gotcha Mags. I’ve gotcha”

“Y/N…” Maggie started to sob even harder than before. “What if I lose the baby…and Glenn isn’t there for me?”

“I’m here. I’m here for you” She reassures as she squeezed her hand. “And you’re not losing this baby. We are going to get to Carson and everything is going to be fine”

“You promise?”

Promises are hard…harder now when every day has more unpredictable possibilities…but hell, she’s going to go back on her own values.

“I promise, Mags. I fucking promise”

And it seemed to all go down hill from there.

Messing with that outpost by killing everyone inside the building. Lead to the “rest” of them surrounding each possible route to the Hilltop. Meaning the group inside the RV eventually had to pack up, get Maggie on a board, and carry her to the Hilltop through the woods.

The plan went smoothly at first…

Then they came crashing down again.

Y/N was leading the way to the hilltop while the others carried Maggie. And when she suddenly stopped, so did the rest of them.

“Y/N what’s—-“

“Well…well…well…” the unnamed man laughs to the small group as his(?) men started to surround the group. “Look at what we’ve got here”

Suddenly the outdoors felt like the surroundings was slowly caving in on themselves. Bringing out the anxiety buried in claustrophobic individuals. Y/N tried reaching for the handgun on her hip when a similar weapon was pressed directly into her head.

“Uh uh little lady. We are gonna take those weapons from yea and get y’all in line” another unnamed man states as he presses the gun harsher until his words got to all of them to surrender their weapons.

Once the weapons were handed over, at least the guns and the bow on Y/N’s back, they were forced to be put in line and on their knees. Even Maggie in her state which didn’t settle well with anybody but it showed on Y/N’s face with the rage she felt in the moment.

When the rest of their group was brought out and joining them in this line up, Y/N did her best to contain herself instead of taking care of the issue by herself. Like she’s get any far without a weapon.

“Let’s meet the man shall we?” Clearly, the one who this…well…

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“What’s your name?” Rick asks the man the group had detained from meeting his end like the rest of his colleagues did in the outpost.

“Negan”

Negan?

Glenn took notice of how the color left Y/N’s complexion entirely when this stranger they never met before said an old familiar name. Clear to her, this man wasn’t the Negan she knows, and most likely this leader wasn’t either. But she still felt like she was going to faint from the deceleration.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Glenn asks, growing worried for his friend who immediately turned away from everyone throwing up.

“What the fuck just happened?” Daryl scoffs watching Rosita hold Y/N’s hair back to avoid getting vomit in it. “Y/N. What does that name mean to you?”

“Just…” She coughs a bit before straightening up. “Somebody I used to know” she groans slightly, taking the handgun out of her holster and pressing it against the guy’s temple. “Tell us your actual name”

“I ain’t saying SHIT” He hissed and that’s when his radio started to go off.

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As the man that bears the name every single one of the unknown carries on themselves, the original if you may. He makes his presence known as the new villain in their stories…and boy did it unlock a lot of the past that the group was going to learn about you.

“Pissing our pants yet?” He laughs, god his infectious laugh, caught everyone off guard as the tension grew.

Y/N hasn’t drawn her eyes away from him waiting for the second he looks at her. In hopes something will flip to have this become “an honest mistake” and let them go. Let them take care of her best friend. Her new family.

But he had a completely different feeling when locking eyes with her.

I thought she was dead

She just. Left before the outbreak.

She had a part of this?

I wonder…if she…no

No. I can’t. “One of y’all has to pay for what happened at the outpost” Negan frowns drawing his attention away from Y/N as her whole body tensed when he started pout I h his bat to her family. “One of y’all…has to be the example”

Please…Please don’t Y/N felt her anxiety get the best of her when watching this man she once knew…her best friend from the old world…someone that always had a piece of her heart in the grasp of their hand…was about to kill one them for what they did. But what has he done since they’ve last seen each other?

As eenie, meanie, bullshit seems to be his shtick. Y/N noticed immediately that he would completely ignore her giving her a sense of immunity. But that’s always temporary.

Negan gave one last glance to Y/N, studying her features and watching her a split second before raising his bat about to knock right into Abraham’s skull. The man himself already prepared to meet his end.

But it happened so suddenly. Abraham opened his eyes to find himself on his back and Y/N planted in front of him holding the bat in Negan’s hands letting the blood pour from the barbed wire that embedded itself into her palms.

“Cmon Smith…this ain’t like you”

Suddenly the big bad villain froze as he pulled the bat away hearing the tearing of skin from Y/N’s palms which broke him. But there wasn’t much time to think on how he just hurt someone close to him.

When the gun shot rang through

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“Hey”

Y/N flinches slightly not expecting anybody else at the bus stop at this hour. She immediately looked away in hopes that Negan would walk away if she pretended she didn’t know him.

But the man has always been stubborn. Patient for the most part, but stubborn.

Negan sat beside Y/N looking at their surrounding and no cars anywhere at this time. He wondered himself what time it was but granted, when he got the call, he half expected Y/N to be gone by now.

“Your ma called me. Thinkin’ you were with Lucille and I”

Nothing

“Why didn’t yea tell me yer dad was hitting yea again?”

Y/N didn’t say a single word to Negan, all he heard was the sniffles coming from her when he asked that. She didn’t want to say “yes” out loud or anything in response because it made it real. The bruises were already a reminder of what happened hours before this moment.

“Well…I ain’t letting yea get on a bus and run away from this shit. But I’m also not letting you go home. Your ma ain’t helpin’. Your dad is a fucking bitch. So you’ll stay with Lucille and I.”

“…really?”

“Yeah. I ain’t lettin’ another soul hurt yea”

“Thanks Smith…”

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Negan dropped his bat to catch Y/N as one of his own decided to shoot her down for stepping out of line. Thankful the shot was in her left side, but given how much blood she already lost to his hand—-he wasn’t going to let this slide.

The way this man threatened their lives was now being gentle with one of their own. He set her down on the floor listening to her hyperventilate and without a word he snapped at his right hand Simon pointing to her. Which meant to take care of her and get the bleeding to stop. He and another he instructed to help took care of Y/N in the moment which lead to confused looks from her group.

“Who did it” Negan frowns slowly reaching for his bat and once he picked it up. His anger spilled. “WHO THE FUCK DID IT”

It didn’t take long for the man who fired the shot to step forward and follow Negan’s gestures for him to step in front of the line up.

“On your knees”

“B—“

“ON YOUR KNEES” He snaps gripping his bat as if he could break it in half with the force. Once the man did and the group continued to have a tense feeling for what he’s about to do, but also if Y/N would make it that night.

“What’s your name?”

“N—“

“No. Your fucking birth name”

“I—Uh. Kyle”

“Well Kyle. Meet your fucking maker” and everyone witnessed what would happened to Abraham if Y/N didn’t step in.

Once the guy was…splattered on the dirt road, Negan knew he had to show them more of that he means business. But the way the color was fading in Y/N’s complexion, his mind went all over the place.

Why the fuck did she have to be a part of this group Negan groans heading toward the RV and tossing his bat inside before approaching the leader, Rick. “You’re comin’ with me. Y’all watch the rest. Make sure they don’t do nothin’. And Simon” he turned back to the situation seeing him apply pressure to the bullet wound. “Take her back to the Sanctuary.”

“No!” Maggie yells watching her best friend get taken by his men as she tried to get up but immediately fell down given her situation. “Please. Please don’t take her”

The leader of the Saviors quietly approached the sobbing brunette crouching to her level.

“If it weren’t for her…I wouldn’t hesitate to kill every single one of you fuckers for what y’all did” as Maggie continued to sob into the dirt, Negan rose to his feet approaching Rick and grabbing the retired sheriff by the hair dragging him to the RV and show their leader he means business in a different way.

Negan shoved Rick into the seat, slamming his hatchet into table before him. He brought himself to the driver’s seat gripping the steering wheel watching the car they loaded Y/N up in, drive away.

You came back

When I’m no longer me

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Negan quietly approaches Y/N’s door about to knock when he realizes the door was open. So with a bit of hesitation he pushes it open and finds most of Y/N’s belongings were gone. His anxiety started to get the best of him as he rummages through the entire room for any sign of where she could’ve went.

But then it was obvious. Negan picked up the letter with his name on it from her desk and slowly sat down on her bed.

You don’t need any distractions when caring for the woman you love. I’ll come back someday…but I have to find myself, by myself.

I love you Smith. Don’t get into any trouble when I’m gone.

Y/L/N

Negan felt the tears come on as he wished she never left. Wished he saw the signs that she was going to.

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Now he wasn’t going to let her go

The pain…wasn’t..unbearable. This felt weird. Nothing like the injuries from running from the prison…or the cannibals.

Y/N slowly wakes in an unfamiliar place and once the confusion settled in. She shot up in the bed seeing her injures were taken care of and that she was attached to an IV. An IV? In this hell? But that didn’t matter anymore. She took it out a bit roughly that would obviously cause blood as she grabs some of the loose gauze from the tray beside her bed to apply pressure.

She didn’t account for how long she has been in the bed or out cold for that matter, that she immediately fell to the ground after getting up.

“Fuck…” Y/N groans as the thud didn’t go unnoticed by the man supposedly guarding her room.

“Shit. You’re awake. Alright. I gotta get the big man but first let me help—-“

“Fuck off” Y/N sighs smacking the hands away when he tried to help her. “Don’t touch me”

“Y-Yes ma’am”

Weird. Y/N frowns helping herself get up and realizing she’s practically naked. “Get the fuck out. I’ll be out in a minute”

After getting the clothes provided to her on, Y/N was lead through the entire place called the Sanctuary. It was creepy even if some parts of the place were “homey”.

“Here we are” the man opens the door to another room letting Y/N in as she tensed even more.

It doesn’t matter if..I know him. I need to leave. Need to see Maggie. Check on my family Y/N frowns examining the place. Even if they’ll never believe my words she sighs knowing this will be difficult to go back to normal.

Y/N quickly turned around when the door opened once more and Negan appeared.

“Hey…”

“Start talking Smith”

“Now come on. I haven’t seen yea in years and—-“

“You’ve murdered a fuckton of people and for what exactly?”

“May I remind you, that your little group ended up in my line up because they murdered a shitton of my people? If y’all didn’t—-“

“Negan Smith fucking explain why you are a goddamn dictator” Y/N snaps not listening to anything more except the obvious elephant in the room. “How could you do this? The stories I’ve heard…the people you’ve killed…the child you killed…what happened to you that lead you to become this monster?”

“I lost Lucille. Lost my home. Lost you. It does a lot to a man”

“Losing me…made you a terrible person?” The hurt in her voice made him regret saying that, but even then he can’t find a way to make what he said even better. “Negan. I don’t know how Lucille died…I have some idea…but I don’t believe she would’ve liked how you turned out for whatever was the turning moment for you”

The way Negan was looking at her made both their anxiety grow. Negan wanted to tell her what happened, what lead to his total change. While Y/N was simply afraid of what he could do or what he did.

“How long was I out?!”

“A few days why—“ Negan was suddenly forced against the door startling the few that thought eavesdropping on the two would be interesting. “Y/N what the—-“

“Did you kill anyone from my family? Did you do something un-fucking-thinkable to the people I care about?!”

“No! Well. One of them was taken here. But the guy I’ve got watching him was instructed not to do anything. For—-“

“If you say for me, I’ll snap you in half. Now tell me. How the fuck you got here” Y/N snaps shoving him back and going to sit on the bed when she felt a pain in her side. “Fuck”

“You—“

“No! Answer my question”

“But you’re bleeding—-“

“Just. Fucking answer. I’ve been through fucking worse” Y/N frowns rising to her feet and approaching the small kitchenette while Negan kept his distance even if every part of him wanted to help.

I understand…Grief brings out of a lot of emotions. Rick was definitely scary when Lori died the way that she did. Hell he went through his own darkness. But he never killed in the way Negan did.

“You need to let my friend go…” Y/N frowns lifting her shirt slightly to press the towel against her bleeding bandage. “And let me go.”

“I can’t do that”

“Smith…”

“Please.” Negan begged. He never did that. He cautiously stepped closer watching her not resent his advance. “I can’t lose you now that I’ve got you back”

“Then change”

If only it was that simple.

Negan had told their group he would visit in a week to collect half of their belongings. But since having Y/N, he didn’t care per se. He still had his men do check ins to make sure they were still collecting enough to provide for the Saviors…but he never went himself to collect. Which lead to an uncomfortable conversation.

“No. You can’t just let that happen”

“Ever since she left with them, he’s never threatened us. With himself at least” Rick states crossing his arms. “We’ll need to get Daryl back and then—-“

“Then get Y/N back” Maggie snaps almost immediately given the conversation was simply leaving Y/N with Negan who has a short fuse and anything could happen to the girl. She wasn’t about to lose her best friend to a mad man.

Even if Y/N was conflicted with her own decision.

“What are you doing here?” Dwight questions Y/N’s presence by the cells. He immediately noticed the black dress she was given after being there for a few weeks. “You’re one of the main guy’s wives. You have to stay in your designated—-“

Y/N socked Dwight in the face as he stumbled back holding his nose from the bullseye shot she landed.

“Leave.”

“I’ll tell—-“

“I don’t give a fuck” Y/N snaps taking the keys off his person watching him leave and she knew this felt rather easy. Is Negan doing what she wants…except for what she actually wants.

When the door opened and Y/N saw the state w that Daryl was in. Her heart shattered.

“He’s a lair” Referring to the fact that when he said he won’t hurt anyone she cares about. “Let’s go D”

“That easy? Seriously?” Daryl scoffs. “What are you to this guy?” He winces when he rose to his feet and Y/N kept a look out before leading the way to an exit.

“He…” He still is. “used to be someone very important to me”

“What like an ex-lover?” Daryl quickly pulled Y/N back into a corridor when he heard footsteps approaching. “Was he always an egotistical bastard?”

“He had his moments” She whispers looking at the floor as Daryl felt tense for a moment, knowing the second they are out of there he would ask her to come with him. Go back to their group…their family…but this is the first time he could actually read her. He’s known her for years and she’s kept a good front, even when moments she would want to fall apart.

“Merle was a bastard his whole life”

“As you’ve said” Y/N went to check for their window and once they had it, Daryl took her wrist before she lead the way.

“But he still did some good. Now I don’t want yea to stay here. I really don’t want you to give your life up just to keep a bastard from hurting your family.” Daryl frowns letting go of her as she brought herself close once more giving the archer a sad look on her face. “Do what you need to do”

Of course Y/N got and took the blame for Daryl escaping. But she wasn’t punished and wasn’t given a public punishment like Negan usual does. Which lead to an uprising finally happening. The residence had enough of Negan’s rules and were thankful to Y/N that they even suggested a change in leadership.

“You’ve changed me”

“Just from existing? Never thought that would be possible” Y/N frowns watching the people pack up their belongings that were rightfully theirs and some of her own group split everything between the communities that the Saviors took from, at least the ones still standing.

“When you lived with me in the old world, you made me a better person. Made me a better partner” Negan frowns knowing that his demise will be met very soon given the window people are given. “I just never thought I’d be losing you again even when I—-“

“Who says you’re losing me? I just got you back. The you I once knew.” Y/N states watching Negan’s features relax. “Yeah we are gonna be running for the rest of our lives because you’ll be hunted…but at least I know my family is safe”

“But aren’t I just causing problems by keeping you from your family? The family…you’ve always wanted?”

“I had the family I’ve always wanted. I lost Lucille and I saved you.” Y/N sighs gripping the string of her bow as it wraps around her front. “You’ll have to repay me with time, Smith”

“I can do that…”

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of may

david baker whale fall

gary fincke the girl who breathes through a hole in her neck

gerald stern loneliness

mary oliver music lesson

chen jun in the kitchen (tr. ming di)

arthur sze pe’ahi light

jennifer elise foerster leaving tulsa: “leaving tulsa”

caconrad lonely deep affection

tishani doshi girls are coming out of the woods: “how to be happy in 101 days”

joshua corey mrs. god

kamau brathwaite born to slow horses: “bread”

jennifer kwon dobbs paper pavilion: “digital archive”

kimberly nguyen pregnant pauses

lucille clifton the book of light: “brothers”

pippa little the summer i lived as a wolf

natasha sajé alive

marjorie meeker colour of water

rae armantrout veil: new and selected poems: “dusk”

yi sang au magasin de nouveautes (tr. sawako nakayasu)

tracy k. smith wade in the water: “dusk”

billy collins the breather

leah umansky unleashed

javier zamora how i learned to walk

jacob trapp portrait

satoru sato susuki and dragonflies

jinhao xie moonlight

maya emilia another bomb set off in

eleanor ross tayler captive voices: “against the kitchen wall”

giovanna lomanto i’ll pray for you when you leave

mary oliver in the blackwater woods

natalie diaz when my brother was an aztec: “abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian rezervation”

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Real names

Jeff the Killer- Jeffrey woods

Liu- Louis Woods

Ben- Ben Lawman

Sally Dawn- Sally Dawn (formerly Williams)

Sam Williams- Sam Williams

Milo the Electrocuted- Milo Moretti

Lulu- Lucille Greatfield

Clockwork- Natalie Rogers (formerly Quellette)

Zero- Zero (formerly Alice Jackson)

Jane the killer- Jane Vaughn Richardson (formerly Richardson)

Mary Vaughn- Mary Vaughn

Jane Everlasting- Jane Arkensaw

Vailly Evans- Vailly Evans

Nathan the nobody- Nathan Lux

Eyeless Jack- Jack Nyras

Kate the chaser- Kate Hayes

Rouge- Heather Marshall

Wilson the basher- Wilson Marshall (formerly Warren)

X-virus- Cody Rogers (formerly David)

Lazari- Lazari Swann

Stripes- Eloise Swann (formerly Bellarose)

Kaidy- Kaidy Zalgo

Senora Zalleen- Senora Zalleen s.

Nina the killer- Nina Hopkins

Puppeteer- Puppeteer (formerly Johnathan Blake)

Zachary- Zachary Gibson

Emra- Aldrige

Bloody painter- Helen Otis

Suicide Sadie- Sadie nanook (formerly Bennett)

Roadwalker- Zayner Nanook

Judge angel- Dina Angela-Otis (formerly Clark)

Nurse Ann- Ann Mia

Randy- Randy Harrison

Sully- Sullivan Harrison

Keith- Keith Davis

Troy- Troy Green

Dollmaker- Vaughn Volikov

Svetlana- Svetlana Aristov

Vicky genocidal- Victoria Ross

Hannah the killer- Hannah Jackson

Hung iris- Iris Illman

Oggy- Oggy Jones (formerly Oggy)

Lifeless Lucy- Lucy Jones

Asylum Nancy- Nancy Adams

Chris the Revenant- Chris Myers

Monday Child- Christabel Smith

Laughing Jill- Laughing Jill

Laughing Jack- Laughing Jack

Ticci Toby- Tobias Rogers

Luring Lyra- Lyra Rogers

Killing Kate- Katherine  Knight

Lost Silver- Lost Silver (Hibiki)

Cata the Killer- Cata Blackwood

Rotten Abigail- Abigail Walker

The Hare- Lin Wang

The Doll- Andrea Stevens

Raven- Manon Plume

Anna Schurks- Anna Schurk

Weeping forest- Jenifer Rhynes

Nightmare Ally- Adeline Abendroth

Red Death- Sifreid Gadriel

Gas mask maid- Marion Gadriel

Tim- Timothy Wright

Jessica- Jessica Locke

Taylor- Taylor Lockecr

[smutinlove]

You were my light

Carl Grimes x Reader

Warnings: A little angsty, mentions of death, slight torture (not really), mentions of blood, slight small description of blood, carl grimes being a jackass (sorry baes), a little violence, gun mentions, use of knife (chill y'all), mentions of character death, ugh sad sad sad, depressing shit ig, kidnapping (it's.... hot... if carl does it), sadness (????) 🤨

☽ Author's note☾ I'm writing this for fun cause I'm bored. Oh, my God! How shocking! I know. Right?? Tell me how it is. PLEASE. Anyway. Show some love by reblogging and liking it. <3 This is made by me just like all my other fics are. DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.

Thank you to everyone who reads this!

[I think I might even make this into a small little series.]

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

Part 4 is here

Part 5 is here

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Summary - The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

❝ There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did ❞

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Lucille Smith used to say, "You can find light in the darkest places." It wasn't a lie, it was a bit complicated for you, Y/N Smith, to understand. "Mom, what does that even mean?" You asked.

"Oh, sweetheart, why don't you go upstairs and find that book you like? We could read it together." Lucille, your mother, suggested.

"Okay," You gave a sweet smile before rushing upstairs.

There was a box full of books. After almost an hour of searching, you finally found it.

You ran downstairs, "Mom, I found it—"

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You walked through the woods, in desperate need of some fresh air. After Rick killed Negan, your father, you were so tired of everything. Hell, you almost thought of 'offing yourself.'

Negan, no matter how cruel he could be, he was still your father, you still cried almost every time you thought about him. It had been six years since your father died. Shit...

You were alone like always. It was peaceful but it could be sad sometimes.

As you were walking through the woods, you heard a twig snap.

You took out your gun and pointed it in every possible direction. It was a walker. Instead of shooting, you unsheathed your knife and jammed it into the skull of a walker. You took the knife out, and a bit of Walker blood got on your white t-shirt, but, hey, who would care anyway?

"Nice, what are you? A fucking dumbass? Wandering by yourself? All happy and shit." A voice said from behind you. "What?" You raised your gun and turned around. "Who the hell—"

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And now you found yourself with a bag over your head. You couldn't breathe, it felt like the world had ended. Maybe, you were in hell. You killed so many innocent people. Maybe, it was them who took you away. Maybe they were gonna torture you and then slowly kill you.

The bag over your head was taken off. Your hands were tied behind your back. A familiar-looking boy was standing in front of you.

The boy was wearing a cowboy hat, which was the first thing you noticed when you first saw him in the lineup.

He had one eye, which you already knew. But it was unknown to you how he lost it. "You're pretty. What's your name?" He asked.

But you remained silent. This boy was familiar. He...

He was Rick Grimes' son. Carl Grimes.

Carl smiled. "Not a talker, 'ey?" He chuckled. "That's fine until I beat it outta you." He laughed.

To him, you looked familiar. But he couldn't figure out who you were exactly.

Carl laughed, "God, you are so cute, ain't ya?" He placed a hand on your cheek. "Look at me, sweetheart. Oh, you are a pretty little thing, aren't ya?"

You looked away. You didn't know this man well. Why? Why would he talk to you like you were his lover or whatever?

"Talk." He demanded. You wouldn't budge.

He slapped you, "Talk, now." He demanded.

Carl turned around, "Daryl will be rougher. And right now, I'm just being nice. Very nice. Now, what's your name, sweetheart?" He asked once again.

"Y/N," you reluctantly answered. Then, it hit him. He figured out who you were and now had an angry expression on his face. Why did your dad have to kill so many people, especially those two men?

"Cute. Why were you out there?" He asked. "Stop," you muttered. "Why should I stop, hm? Scared, sweetie?" He taunted. You looked up at him and tilted your head, "No. But you should be. 'Cause after I get free, I will kill you, you motherless son of a bitch!" He chuckled and grabbed you by your shirt. "Oh, sweet. A girl is threatening me." His laugh sent shivers down your spine. It was as if he didn't even care about your threats or how annoying and uncooperative you had been. It was as if he was used to this. "You know what?" "What?" "I'll be back, and you better start talking. Otherwise, you'll never see the sun ever again. But," of course, there was a 'but.' "Maybe, you'll join your daddy in hell, Y/N Smith." He smirked and left. It felt horrible. God, it was one of the most hurtful things he had said. And now, you promised yourself that you would kill Carl Grimes. No matter what, you will kill him.

...

Part 2?

[thewritersaddictions]

Requests: The Wanderers: Negan- Blend In

Pairing: Negan Smith x Shy!FemReader

Pov: Readers /Negans

Summary: When Negan saves the reader from a horrible fact he invites her to stay only to have his kingdom come crashing down around him.

Warnings: (Rape is elude to), Negan saving someone, Season 7-8 Negan, Season 7-8 spoliers of the walking dead, fluff, angst, non-con, walkers (Zombies) No Use of Y/n, farewell notes, prince charming vibes, knight charming armor vibes.

A/n- @ Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.7k

The Walking Dead Master List // Requests Master List // The Wanderers Master

I had been going just fine all by myself. Sure I had a mother and father at one point. At the start of this hell I had my mother, and father sadly I watched as they both were attacked and pinned down under the snarling weight of flesh hungry zombies. I ran, I ran so far and for so long that I don’t know how I made it. I just kept running, my breath burning my lungs as I desperately inhaled, and exhalled. 

I guess I should worry about the few zombies currently pushing me into the corner of the wooden forest that surrounds us. I shouldn’t have left the little shelter I had made for myself, I shouldn’t have gone out when hte moon was high in the sky, and the night skys made the deep wooden forest darker then ever before. This is where nightmares and monsters hid and waited for their prey. 

I had excepted the worst to have happened, I waited on batted breath for the gnawing feeling of the blunt teeth. Waiting for it to tear into my flesh.I think I was ready to die, I wasn’t okay with dying in the dark forest, becoming one of those things. I didn’t dare scream as the horde cornered me, but I did scream when that horde was slashed down. Blood and guts smearing trees, and bushes all around me. When I finally managed to catch not only my breath, but my heartbeat I was struck with a man standing in front of me. 

A handsome tall, dark man. Wielding a barbed-wire baseball bat dripping with blood. A cocky grin upon his face that gave me an odd set of shivers down my spine. Dark hair that shimmered in the moons light, tingles of gray spreading through it. Ripped jeans that fit his legs a little too tight, and that black leather jacket. He was the upptimeny of bad boy, the ones your parents warn out about, the ones that parents of little girls tells them to ignore and stay away from. The only accents on his very black outfits was that red bandana around his neck. For a quick moment my mind conjured up what he must have been before the world fell into hell. 

Maybe he was on a motorcycle, maybe he was apart of a gang. I sawllow at the thought, and then remember he just saved my fucking life, so maybe lets leave the opions and judgyness in the middle of the woods. “Well you were almost toasted doll.” His voice is thick, and rich like dark chocolate. He reached his leather gloved hand out for me to grab, I closed me gaping mouth and took his hand helping me up from the dirty, blood covered ground. 

“What has you out in the middle of the woods?” The man asks me, I think that maybe I shouldn’t tell him about the little shelter, really it’s a cabin that I had taken for myself. But that one thought to pushed to the edge of my thoughts when I look up at him. He’s got such a authority in his face, and even in his voice it booms when he’s just talking. “I’ve got a cabin not to far from here, I just wanted to go searching for some stuff.” I answer him, he hums. “How about you show me this cabin of yours.” It’s not a question it’s a demand, and from what I’ve already seen I don’t want to end up at the end of that barbed-wire baseball bat. 

He must see my eye flicker to his baseball bat. “Her names Lucille, she doesn’t bite. I nod, “It’s this way.” I say timdily. The bat swong over his large shoulder, and we walked in step with each other until the cabin was in view. “It’s just you?” He asks intriguend at something, that I’m not catching yet. “Yeah, well… Just been me for a while now.” My thoughts get distracted by images of my parents dead on the ground. I shake the thoughts away, and climb the stairs. “Home sweet home.” I hear the man say from behind me. 

There’s nothing much here, it’s dark. Candles that are at the end of their lives.  I can see the man behind me taking in the new area he stands in. “It’s homey.” The man says, I nod. The silence isn’t the difficult to deal with, rather it’s the way the man makes no effort to move around or look about the little cabin. It’s as if he’s thinking, mapping out his next move and it scares me just a little. The blood fromt he tip of the bat is dripping into a small puddle on the floor. “You should come back with me to my sanctuary.” He offers, yet again I sense that it’s not an offer, but a demand. “I should grab my stuff then.” That’s all I can say before venturing towards the back room to grab loose cloths, books, and anything else that I had been able to keep or find during my lonely time out here. 

The walk is long, and it’s rather quiet, listening for the growls of walkers. He takes me in, I get a room all to myself. The sanctuary is filled with all types of people who all have jobs. The older man tells me later on that his name is Negan. He boasts out a smile when his name leaves my lips. He smiles, and it makes me weak to my knees. 

In just the few weeks I have come to a great conclusion. One is that Negan is the most handsome man I’d ever met, and it’s not like I’ve never talked to men before, or had boyfriends in school. It’s just what I was afraid of, afraid of falling for someone I have no clue what they are. I had fallen for the beast of the man. His confidence stride, and his boastful, booming voice as it rang across the walls of the sanctuary. 

The second thing I realized, with a sadden heart was that no man would want me. No man would want what he could get in the other much prettier women. The wives, Negan’s pretty, gorgeous wives. I stood up to them with no par. I was nothing in comparison to the beauties that were bestowed upon them. The heels that clicked, the long legs, and prefect bodies in every part of myself I knew that I was nothing like them. So I declared it. Negan would never take a seconds glance at me, because I wasn’t his type. I wasn’t anyone’s type. I was just me, and it wasn’t enough. 

–

With Negan gone, the sanctuary is running into the ground. People aren’t keeping in line, and the ones who are keeping in lines are fucked by the others. Military punishment is dished out almost everyday. Collective punishment. Simons is running us into the ground, and our fight with Alexndria isn’t helping. I pray, I pray to gods that probably no longer exist to please just bring home Negan. Set the record straight and push us in a new clean direction. And everyday my prayers are ignored, Negan hasn’t come back and I highly doubt he ever will. I lean towards the idea that’s he been caught, captured and used rather then walking around in that leather jacket, and black boots as a walker. It’s a better image, it’s a truly better thought. 

The man are hovering over me, Simon is hovering over me like I’m fresh meat on a table. Just prey for them to devour. Simon has the cockiest grin on his face, the tears the cling my warm cheeks. They had taken me, in the middle of my sleep dragged me away from my plush and warm bed, to Negan’s quarters. Raw, and dirty skin touching mine, makes my skin crawl. I try desperately to get out of my head, to drown out the noise of men talking over each other, try desperately to push myself so far and so deep into my head that I can nearly just forget that I am here. 

That is ripped away from me, the ability to do so, is stripped down to the bare bones when the booms and crashing voice of Negan comes clambering through the halls. I wonder why I manage to be to the only one who can here it, why do all the nasty men above me just ignore it. I wonder for a brief moment if I’m leaving this horrid place ladning in a much better one. I heaven perhaps, but then realize that the voice that is booming is just right outside the door. I’ve never seen the rage displayed on Negans face as to when he opens the door. My clothes are ripped and torn to shreds on the ground leading up the side ofthe bed. Utter shame is what hits me whne our eyes locks and it’s all I feel as Negan drags Simon out of the room by the back of his neck. 

– 

My knuckles are blood, and brusied by the time Simon lays dead on the ground. It’s a huge warning upon everyone else. I want to scream and shot, but there’s nothing more important then her right. My heart hammers into my chest, and ears as I race through the corridors to get back to my room. The door is left wide open for all to see, but there’s something missing. She’s missing, Her clothes are still littering the floor with the aftermath of what had just taken place. 

A letter, rushed and scrambled on a pre-used paper. 

“Listen Negan, I know that you’re probably never going to read this. I just can’t imagine you dead for a second time. I should have never come here. I shoudn’t have gotten in the way of you and your wives. I’m sorry that I’ve made this huge mess. This is my farewell letter Negan, please don’t lose everything you have, just for me. Goodbye.” 

My eyes burn with tears, and anger beginnings to boil at the pit of my stomach. With the last of my energy I grab a few of my things, stuff them deep into a black bag, and Lucille. I put someone without an ego in charge, and leave off for her.

Completed on: 09/27/23

Posted on: 09/28/23

The Wanderers:

[mx-pastelwriting]

Okay, so the two requests I have are for Negan and Daryl from the walking dead message me if you have any questions, please.

Plot For Negan: Negan will reunite with the reader in the apocalypse after not seeing each other in years. The last time they saw each other was when he found out Lucille had cancer. They we best friend the reader age would be in her early to mid twenty before the apocalypse making her in her mid to late 30s.

Plot idea for Daryl: Daryl will reunite with the reader in the apocalypse after not seeing each other for years. The last time was before she ran away from home from her abusive parents. They were the best of friends. They saved each other from their abusive parents.

They aren't together yet they were never together they were best friends but they have feelings for each other they just never told each other. While they were teenagers, they would date other people thinking the other didn't have feeling for one another. It went so far as to where Daryl took his dates to their getaway lakehouse that they use to get away from their abusive parents and when the Reader saw and found out about him taking girls to their lakehouse she was heartbroken and stop talking to him and she also runaway from him not saying anything. That's when the apocalypse started.

TWD x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Reuniting after the apocalypse

Characters: Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith

Negan Smith

Walking along the road, knife in hand, ready for any living thing that decided to jump out of the woods, the heavy backpack shielding your back from the hot sun.

Your head whips to look down the road as the noise of a rumbling truck comes up the road. Quickly, you duck into the tree, but there was no doubt they saw you. The screech of tires echoes into the woods, and a man's voice comes from the truck: "I swear I saw them", You sighed, knowing from his words that there were more likely two.

Escaping farther into the woods wasn't a choice; their truck defiantly stirred up a swarm. Resting your head on the tree and closing your eyes, you hoped to wait it out. The sound of the other truck door opening makes your eyes shoot open and you look at the road.

A man in a leather jacket comes out, but you get back behind the tree as he starts to shout "Look in the trees there somewhere", Panic ran through your body, but confusion took its place quickly.

That voice was so familiar, you couldn't stop your feet as they got up and rushed to the truck, making you see the man's face. He looked at you as you caught your breath, and you both looked in shock. "Negan?" You said it quietly, not believing it yourself.

He was your best friend; he and his wife always had a place for you in their lives, but as soon as everything started, you ran, but they didn't make you split up. "I thought you were dead," he said in disbelief, but you laughed and hugged him. He felt different and looked different, but he was your only friend, and you had hoped to see him again. Here he is.

Daryl Dixon

Looking around the run-down cabin, you see nothing but stained paper and dust-covered furniture. Standing still, you listen for any creaking. Hearing nothing, you moved to the kitchen, looking for anything, opening a cabinet, and seeing nothing. Sighing, you turned around to see a man pointing a crossbow that covered his face.

Slowly, you reach for your gun, but he gets the bow closer, knowing what you're doing. "Leave it." His voice was rough but familiar. You hold your hands up, palms facing him, and say, "Look, I'm just passing through." There was no way he lived here; the place was garbage frozen in time. But he said nothing; he just looked at you.

You could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. Finally, he puts his bow down, letting you see his worn face. You had seen him before, but the memories were foggy. "You look different," he says, looking relieved. It all came back to you; even the pain came back, flooding your eyes with tears.

He moved closer, making you take a step back from all the pain he caused you seconds before the world was flipped around. He was always there for you, but seeing him with someone else crushed you. The place he would keep you safe was used for his dates. You were nothing to him, as much as you wanted to be, but he had found someone else.

Storming out of the cabin, you heard him chasing after you like you did before, following him everywhere, but that was in another life.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

[favevoiceactorbracket]

Meet the Competing Voice Actors!

After the preliminaries and days of deliberating, here are you VOICE ACTORS COMPETING! One will take home the spot of Tumblr's Favorite Voice Actor!

A note before they are introduced! If you would like to support any of them send in an ask or make propaganda, any propaganda you make and post yourself should have me tagged! As well using the tags #favevabracket or #favevabracket2023!

And a quick reminder about the two rules that will be staying active!

No harrassment, hate, or vitriol will be tolerated. We are here to celebrate the work of voice actors not tear each other down

This is all for fun! Do not take it super seriously!

Good luck to all of our competitors!

Kirby Morrow

Rob Paulsen

Robbie Daymond

Tiana Camacho

Alex Hirsch

Khoi Dao

Megumi Ogata

Ray Chase

Sungwon Cho

tara strong

Yuri Lowenthal

Alejandro Saab

Billy Kametz

Billy West

bryce papenbrook

Cree Summer

Grey DeLisle-Griffin

Kevin Conroy

Phil Lamar

Zach Aguilar

Zeno Robinson

AJ Michalka

Alex Brightman

Allegra Clark

Ashley Johnson

Christopher R. Sabat

Daws Butler

Eartha Kitt

Erika Harlacher-Stone

Frank Welker

J. Michael Tatum

Jack De Sena

Jason Griffith

JK Simmons

John DiMaggio

June Foray

Kristen Schaal

Mark Hamill

Richard Horvitz

Steve Blum

Tom Kenny

Wendie Malick

Aaron Dismuke

Aaron Paul

Aimee Carrero

Alison Brie

Ami Koshimizu

Angela Bassett

Ashley Ball

ashly burch

Avi Roque

Ayumu Murase

Ben Schwartz, baby!

BETH MAY

bill farmer

Bill Scott

brandon rogers

Caitlin Glass

Casey Kasem

Cassandra Lee Morris

Cecil Baldwin

Christine Cavanaugh

Clark Duke

Colleen Clinkenbeard

Daman Mills

Dan Castellaneta

Dan Provenmire

Dani Chambers

Dante Basco

Dave Fennoy

David Tennant

Deedee Magno Hall

Deven Mack

Doris Grau

Doug Boyd

Dylan Marron

Elizabeth Maxwell

EG Daily

Elijah Wood

Ellen McLain

Eric Vale

Erin Fitzgerald

Josey Montana McCoy

Greg Chun

Gu Jiangshan

Guilherme Briggs (brazilian)

Haley Tju

Harry Shearer

Haruka tomatsu

Helen Gould

Hynden Walch

Jack McBrayer

Jackson Publick

Jaime Lynn Marchi

Jason Griffith

Jason Liebrecht

jason marsden

Jennifer Hale

Jerry Jewell

Jim Cummings

Jim Ward

John Burgmeier

John Swasey

Johnny Yong Bosch

Julie Kavner

Justin Cook

Kaiji Tang

Katey Sagal

Kdin Jenzen

Keith David

Ken Sansom

Kent William

Kevin Brighting

Kevin R Free

Kieran Reagan

Kimberly Brooks

Kimiko glenn

Kyle Igneczi

Kyle McCarley

Laura Bailey

Lauren Tom

Leah Clark

Liam O’Brien

Lorenzo Music

Lucien Dodge

Lucille Bliss

Lydia Mackay

Lydia Nicholas

Maddie Blaustein

Mae Questel

Mae Whitman

Maggie Robertson

Mara Wilson

Mark Oliver

Matthew Mercer

Matthew Zahnzinger

Maurice LaMarche

Max Mittelman

Mel Blanc

Melissa Hutchinson

Michael Adamthwaite

Micheal Sinterniklaas

Mike Judge

Monical rial

Natsuki Hanae

Nicole Tompkins

Olivia Olson

Olivia Wilde

P.M. Seymour

Parker Simmons

Patricia Ja Lee

Patrick Pedraza

Paul Castro Jr

Paul Frees

Penny Parker

Pete Gustin ( i think thats how it's spelled)

Peter Cullen

Phil Harris

Phil Hartman

Ricco Fajardo

Roger Craig Smith

Roz Ryan

Sandra Oh

Sarah Miller-Crews

Sayaka Ohara

Scatman Crothers

Scott Adsit

Scott Mcneil

Stanley Tucci

Stephanie Beatriz

Stephen Merchant

Steve Whitmore

Tabitha st Germain

Takaya Kuroda

Tom Kane

Tress McNeil

Veronica Taylor

Vincent Tong

Will Arnett

Yasuo Yamada

Zach Callison

Bobbie Moyinhan

Josh Brener

Andrew Francis

Brent Millar

Sebastian Todd

Kestin Howard

Lizzy Hofe

Andy Cowley

Todd Haberkorn

Yoshimasa Hosoya

Russi Taylor

[sporadiceagleheart]

Everyone Welcome to my tribute edit for Suzanne Crough and all Actress and Actors Child actress and actors

Skye McCole Bartusiak,Marie Osborne Yeats,

Dorothy Ann “Dottie” Seese, Heather O'Rourke and Judith Barsi, Shirley Temple Black 1928-2014 and Baby LeRoy, Baby Peggy Montgomery, Peggy Cartwright, Darla Jean Hood, Jean Darling, Peaches Jackson, Mary Ann Jackson, Judy Garland, Margaret Hamilton, Billie Burke, Terry, Terry Burnham, Michael Gambon, Bob Saget, Betty White, Jack Albertson, Richard Belzer, Gene Wilder, Denise Nickerson, Lucille Ricksen, Lucille Ball, Lisa Loring, Lance Reddick, Alan Rickman, Richard Harris, Helen McCrory, Robbie Coltrane, Tyree Boyce, Cameron Boyce, Anne Shirley, Virginia Weidler, Jane Withers, Mary Kornman, Mildred Kornman, Dorothy DeBorba, Cammack"Cammie"King, Dominique Dunne, Samantha Reed Smith, Michael Lerner, Marianne Edwards, Shirley Jean Rickert, Rosina Lawrence, June Marlowe, Carl Switzer, Darwood Kaye, Jackie Lynn Taylor, Sybil Jason, Susan Gordon, Taruni Sachdev, Anne Whitfield, Sophie Firth, Anissa Jones, Bridgette Andersen, Dana Plato, Dana Hill, Julie Vega, Jeanine Ann Roose, Ed Asner, James Caan, Virginia Ann Marie Patton Moss, Sharyn Moffett, Adam Rich, Rose Marie, Janet Gaynor, Edith Fellows, Peggy Ann Garner, Anne Heche, Kailia Posey, Natalie Wood, Christine Chubbuck, Jacquie Jackie Lyn Dufton, Jackie Coogan, Gary Coleman, Matthew Garber, Sammi Kane Kraft,

[comicsart3]

Dale Evans is an interesting comic book heroine in that she was a real live person. Dale, born Lucille Wood Smith in 1912, found fame initially as a country and jazz singer in the 1930s as Frances Octavia Smith. She became a true superstar after marrying the “singing cowboy” Roy Rogers and establishing a cowgirl persona and featuring in numerous film and TV shows as Roy’s helpmeet and sidekick. The Roy Rogers franchise branched out into comic books in the early 1950s and Dale eventually obtained her own title, Dale Evans Queen of the West in 1954, published by Dell Comics.Whereas in the popular Roy Rogers TV shows, Dale usually performed the role of back up and damsel in distress, in the comic book she became a far more assertive character. Dale was ostensibly a cafe owner, but she patrolled an unnamed and anachronistic town in what was still somewhat lawless 1950s “West”, looking out for the locals and helping lawmen to catch the bad guys with no sight nor sound of Roy.

The panels featured here are typical of the comic book Dale Evans. The outlaw “Slim” kidnaps Dale, while escaping justice but she quickly turns the tables, plunging her erstwhile captor into a river before rescuing him, taking him prisoner and then handing him over to the sheriff. The film version of Dale never demonstrated such enterprise and all round toughness.

Dale Evans Queen of the West ran for 22 issues between 1954 and 1959 before the fashion for tough Western gals finally ran out. The writers and artists of these excellent Golden Age stories included Russ Manning and Jesse Marsh, often based on the appearance of the real life Dale Evans herself. The inclusion of this close up of Slim’s capture by Dale sums up just how dominant this latter day Western heroine was. The real Dale died in 2001.

I can’t locate the title of this story at present, but most of the Dale Evans stories are reproduced in large anthologies by Gwandaland Comics.

[glitter-troublewind]

leo sun aries moon: whitney houston, devon aoki ,daniel radcliffe , jacqueline kennedy , winnie harlow

leo sun taurus moon: bill clinton , yvette nicole brown, demi lavato

leo sun gemini moon: amerlia earhart, barack obama , jennifer lawerence

leo sun cancer moon: sean penn , kristin chenoweth

leo sun leo moon: halle berry, charlize theron

leo sun virgo moon: madonna, jk rowling , elizabeth moss , amy adams

leo sun libra moon: cole sprouse, karlie kloss

leo sun scorpio moon: lisa kudrow, mila kunis, jason mamoa , taylor momsen

leo sun sagittarius moon: woody harrelson , austin butler

leo sun capricorn moon: lucille ball , arnold schwartzenegger

leo sun aquarius moon: sandra bullock , viola davis, andy samberg , kim catrall, cara delevigne , maya rudolph

leo sun pisces moon: robert de niro, kajol, steve carell , jason statham

virgo sun aries moon: salma hayek, alexis bledel

virgo sun taurus moon: kobe bryant , colin firth, cameron diaz, hugh grant, zendaya , prince harry

virgo sun gemini moon: chad michael murray, james marsden

virgo sun cancer moon: melissa mcCarthy , keanu reeves , lea michele , adam sandler virgo sun leo moon: amy poehler virgo sun virgo moon: fiona apple , blake livelyvirgo sun libra moon: tom hardy virgo sun scorpio moon: beyonce virgo sun sagittarius moon: stephen king ,keke palmer , charlie sheen virgo sun capricorn moon: molly shannon ,rupert grint, emmy rossum virgo sun aquarius moon: sophia loren, joan jett virgo sun pisces moon: jack black, evan rachel wood, chris pine

libra sun aries moon: usher , kamala harris , t.i. , ed sullivan

libra sun taurus moon: f. scott fitzgerald

libra sun gemini moon: hugh jackman, gwenth paltrow, bridgette bardot, dita von teese , barbara walters

libra sun cancer moon: eleanor roosevelt, nico, a$ap rocky, marion cotilliard , olivia newton-john , emilia clarke

libra sun leo moon: mohatma gandhi , sacha baron cohen

libra sun virgo moon: zac efron , 21 savage

libra sun libra moon: sting, kate winslet , jesse eisenberg

libra sun scorpio moon: will smith, avril lavigne, gillian jacobs

libra sun sagittarius moon: john mayer , hilary duff

libra sun capricorn moon: michael douglas, lena heady

libra sun aquarius moon: eminem , natasha rothwell, lil wayne , candice swanepoel , st. vincent

libra sun pisces moon: rita hayworth, joan cusack , catherine zeta-jones

scorpio sun aries moon: jamie lee curtis , joaquin phoenix , calvin klein , dermont mulroney

scorpio sun taurus moon: adam driver

scorpio sun gemini moon: rachel mccadams , tilda swinton

scorpio sun cancer moon: drake

scorpio sun leo moon: stanley tucci , rita wilson

scorpio sun virgo moon: tila tequila , richard burton

scorpio sun libra moon: anne hathaway , leonardo di caprio , cary elwes

scorpio sun scorpio moon: brittany murphy , thandie newton , penn badgley , yaya dacosta , katy perry , georgia o'keefe

scorpio sun sagittarius moon: anthony kiedis , joel mchale , adam devine

scorpio sun capricorn moon: aishwarya rai , gerard butler , pete davidson

scorpio sun aquarius moon: vivien leigh , shah ruhk khan

scorpio sun pisces moon: hilary clinton , winona ryder, ciara

[biguns60plus]

This is the list I have accumulated from Pastor Bob Joyce as Elvis. He has told us quite a few who are alive. There are supposed to be over 900 so this list is still short.

Alive & faked death

Elvis

Bruce & Brandon Lee

MichaelJackson

Princess Diana

JFKennedy Jr

his wife Caroline

her sister Lauren

Nicole Brown Simpson is Megan Kelly

Tupac

Prince

Glen Campbell

John Denver

Carpenters

Bee Gees

Selena

Freddie Mercury

Marilyn Monroe

Isaac Kappy

Patrick Kennedy

Arabella Kennedy

Robin Williams

John Lennon

Yoko Ono

Joan Rivers

Kurt Cobain

Pres. J.F.Kennedy Sr

Kobe Bryant & daughter

Corey Haim

Jimmy Hendrix

Paul Walker

Bob Marley

Biggey

Chris Farley

Whitney Houston & daughter

Roddy Pipers

Dick Clark

Peter Jennings

Rush Limbaugh -Jim Morrison

Richard Beland

Luther Vandross

Dale Earnhardt

Johnny Cash

Shirley Temple

Janis Joplin

Big Bopper

Buddy Holly

Hank Williams

James Dean

Dennis Wilson

Natalie Wood

Ron McKerman

John Bonham

Heath Ledger

Brittany Murphy

Patrick Swayze

Debbie Reynolds

Annette Funicello

Joe Cocker

Lynn Anderson

Dudley Moore

Ashley Babbitt

Anna Nicole Smith

Elvis brother Jesse

Amy Weinhouse

Jon Benet Ramsey

Heather Rourke

George Michael

Elizabeth Montgomery

7 NASA astronauts

Seth Rich

Marty Fieldman

John Ritter

Sonny Bono

Jeffery Epstein

Mindy McCready

Erin Moran

River Phoenix

Penny Marshall

Donna Summers

Dana Pluto

Andre the Giant

Kenny Rogers

Michael Landon

Theresa Saldana

Bill Paxton

David Canary

Mary Tyler Moore,

Dudley Moore,

Princess Grace Kelly,

Steve McQueen,

John Candy,

Kate Spade,

Mama Cass Elliot,

Michael hutchence,

paula Yates,

Jackie O

George Carlin

Anthony Bourdain

Phillip Seymour Hoffman

Andrew Breitbart

Chris Liddell

Stevie Ray Vaughn

Tom Petty

Lucille Ball

Martin Luther King Jr

Brian Wilson

Chef Anthony B

Davey Jones

Chester Bennington

Chris Cornell

Erin Moran

Florence Henderson

Layne Stanley

Ricky Hendrix

Robert Trump (DJT) brother Patty Duke

Judge Scalia

Paul Newman

Donna Summer

Keith Moon

Mac Miller

Edyie Gorme

Tony Snow-GWBush press sec Brad Nowell

Caleb Logan

Conway Twitty

Keith Wheatley

Teena Marie

Rick James

Frank Zappa

Mickey Mantle

June Cash

Seal Team 6

Peter ? Tv commentator

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[poetrywithbrian]

POETRY LIST FROM BRIAN P: This list is made up of English language “lyric” poems by poets from what would become or is now the United States of America. They are in a random arrangement, not alphabetical or chronological. Allow them to play off each other in a variety of ways. Each poet is represented by only one poem.

May Swenson, The Centaur

Archibald MacLeish, Ars Poetica

Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Chambered Nautilus

Lucille Clifton, The Lost Baby Poem

Hart Crane, Voyages

H.D. Elegy and Choros

Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

Amy Lowell, The Garden by Moonlight

N. Scott Momaday, The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee

Francis Scott Key, Defense of Fort M’Henry

Langston Hughes, The Negro Speaks of Rivers

Adrienne Rich, Diving into the Wreck

Robert Hayden, Letter from Phyllis Wheatley

Bob Dylan, The Times They Are A-Changin’

James Dickey, Cherrylog Road

Chen Chen, I Invite My Parents to a Dinner Party

Joy Harjo, She Had Some Horses

Bonnie Larson Staiger, Grassland

Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

e.e. cummings, “anyone lived in a pretty how town”

Carl Sandburg, Chicago

James Russell Lowell, The Present Crisis

Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Snowstorm

Robert Lowell, For the Union Dead

Tommy Pico, I See the Fire that Burns Inside You

Emily Dickinson, “I started early – took my dog””

T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

Louise Gluck, The Wild Iris

Anonymous, Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Gary Snyder, The Bath

Gwendolyn Brooks, We Real Cool

James Whitcomb Riley, L’il Orphant Annie

James Merrill, The Victor Dog

James Welch, Harlem, Montana: Just Off the Reservation

Frank O’Hara, Why I Am Not a Painter

John Ashbery, Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror

William Carlos Williams, XXII, from Spring and All, The Red Wheelbarrow

Tupac Shakur, Changes

George Oppen, Five Poems about Poetry

Robert Bly, Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter

Edwin Arlington Robinson, Mr. Flood’s Party

Richard Wright, Between the World and Me

John Greenleaf Whittier, Snowbound: A Winter’s Idyl

Phyllis Wheatley, His Excellency General Washington

Walt Whitman, When lilacs last by the dooryard bloom’d

Patricia Smith, The Stuff of Astounding: A Poem for Juneteenth

Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven

R.W. Wilson, Poemable

Marianne Moore, The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing

Julia Ward Howe, Battle Hymn of the Republic

Sylvia Plath, Tulips

Patricia Smith, The Stuff of Astounding: A Poem for Juneteenth

Thomas McGrath, A Coal Fire in Winter

Growing Concern Poetry Collective, Come to Me Open

Denise Lajimodiere, Dragonfly Dance

Edward Taylor, Housewifery

Jay Wright, Benjamin Banneker Sends His “Almanac” to Thomas Jefferson

Allen Ginsberg, Howl

David Solheim, In Moonlight

William Stafford, At the Bomb Testing Site

Ronald Johnson, Letters to Walt Whitman

Marge Piercy, To Be of Use

Mary Oliver, The Wild Geese

Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things

W.H. Auden, Epitaph on a Tyrant

Richard Blanco, On Today

Timothy Murphy, Mortal Stakes

Lauryn Hill, Lost One

Don J. Lee/Haki Madhubuti, A Poem to Complement Other Poems

Louise Erdrich, The Strange People

Jericho Brown, Psalm 150

John Berryman, 11 Addresses to the Lord

Thomas Merton, Love Winter When the Plant Says Nothing

Anne Bradstreet, Before the Birth of One of Her Children

Frances E. W. Harper, Learning to Read

Randall Jarrell, Mail Call, and the children’s book “The Bat Poet”

Herman Melville, The Maldive Shark

Gertrude Stein, How She Bowed to Her Brother

Anne Sexton, In Celebration of My Uterus

Theodore Roethke, In a Dark Time

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “What lips my lips have kissed, and where and why”

Stephen Crane, A Man Saw a Ball of Gold

Robert Penn Warren, The Moonlight’s Dream

Paul Laurence Dunbar, The Colored Band

Henry David Thoreau, “The moon now rises to her absolute rule”

Emma Lazarus. The New Colossus

Sugar Hill Gang, Rapper’s Delight

Allen Tate, Ode to the Confederate Dead

Muriel Rukeyser, Ballad of Orange and Grape

Elizabeth Bishop, Sestina, “September rain falls on the house”

Judy Grahn, The Common Woman Poems (complete)

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, I Am Waiting

May Sarton, The Gift of Thyme

George Moses Horton, On Liberty and Slavery

Ezra Pound, The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter

Robinson Jeffers, Hurt Hawks

James Weldon Johnson, The Creation

Sherman Alexie, Sonnet, with Pride

Kenneth Koch, In Love With You

Jupiter Hammon, An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley

A.R. Ammons, The Brook Has Worked Out the Prominence of a Bend

Anonymous, Go Down, Moses

Yusef Komunyakaa. Facing It

W.S. Merwin, After the Alphabets

Richard Wilbur, A Baroque Wall-Fountain in the Villa Sciarra

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

Natalie Diaz, My Brother at 3 AM

Maya Angelou, On the Pulse of Morning

Raymond Roseliep, The Morning Glory

Rita Dove, Dawn Revisted

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You were my light (Part 4)

Carl Grimes x Reader

Warnings: Tiny angst, suggestive, nothing bad really.

☽ Author's note☾ That fun turned into me writing part 4 cause it's fun. anyway it IS VERY rushed. I'M SORRY. I was gonna make this like 20 parts long but school is starting soon. EEE gritting my teeth rn. wtf. show some love by liking. DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE.

Thank you to everyone who reads this!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

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Summary - The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

❝ Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die ❞

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Two weeks. You have been staying in Alexandria for the past two weeks. Carol, the sweetest person you had ever met, got you an apartment in Alexandria. But there was still some part of you that wanted to leave. Go back to the woods. The woods were a bit like home to you.

But now Alexandria is your home. For now, at least. You would stay here, despite the dirty and angry looks the Alexandrians gave you. Even if Carl ignored you, you would stay here. For Carol.

Carl Grimes was a confusing fellow, wasn't he? Yep. That motherless man was strange and did not trust people easily.

Rick had been pushing Carl to talk to you. And Carol had been pushing you to go up to Carl and kiss his pretty little face. And maybe have sex with him. Maybe.

"Carol, what the hell?! I will not be doing that. Never!" You promised the gray-haired woman. "Please, I've seen it. You two have been staring at each other like it's the first time you've seen the opposite sex."

Carol laughed. She placed a plate of food in front of you. Carol, I just ate—"

"—Yeah, three hours ago. Eat," she ordered. "But—"

"No. Now, eat, Y/N." Carol was sweet like that. She cared about you. Carol reminded you of your mother, Lucille. She was caring, brave, smart, and could be strict, but you were always happy with your mom. And now she was dead. Gone. Erased from the world.

Y/N Smith, girlfriend of Carl Grimes—it does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

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You saw Carl with Judith, his younger sister. She was a cute kid. "Carl!" You called out.

"Judy, go back inside," he whispered to his younger sister, and she reluctantly obeyed.

After Judith left, he walked up to you. "What is it, Y/N?" He asked. Carl sounded bored. Were you really that horrible to him?

"You've been avoiding me. Why?" You asked.

Well, so much for not asking him that.

He scoffed and looked at you in disbelief. "You—" He laughed. Why was he laughing? Maybe YOU shouldn't have asked that. It was a bad idea. A really bad one. You muttered an apology before quickly walking away from him.

But to your surprise, you felt him grab your wrist. "Leaving so soon, doll?"

There he was, back to calling you "doll" and sweetheart.

Men.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me," you said.

"Well, you thought wrong, sweetheart. You were so wrong."

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Lips touching lips.

You could feel, those warm, soft lips. Carl's lips. Your lips. Lips moving against lips. Carl's hands were on your hips. Your hands are on his shoulders. Both of you were sitting on his bed. "Doll." Carl's voice was rough and breathy. "Hmm." You hummed.

He kissed you again. But then he abruptly pulled back: "You sure you wanna do this, Y/N?"

You nodded. He started to unbutton your shirt.

Your shirt came off. Then Carl's. "God, you're perfect, doll."

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You were lying next to Carl. Completely forgetting how he knocked you out, slapped you, and fed you dog food.

And then you remembered what you said.

"Carl, about what I said—" But he swiftly cut you off with a "Sweetheart, I just had my dick inside you. And you're still thinking about what you said?" He chuckled. "Doll, you don't need to apologize. I swear. It's fine. I was a jackass to you. And hey, I deserved that hit. I got a pretty cool scar out of it." He laughed.

You remembered when you hit him with a glass vase. It was a bad idea. But he said it himself; he got a cool scar out of it.

He was gorgeous.

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Part 5?

☽ Another author's note☾ so what do we think guys?? Part 5 will come out tomorrow. I SWEAR WITH MY LEFT TOE AND PINKY THAT I REALLY WANTED TO MAKE THIS SLOW BURN. BUT SCHOOL GUYS. I GOTTA FOCUS ON BEING FAMOUS FOR BEING SMART. 🙄ANYWAY i love you all so much ❤️y/n, why do you have to lie so much? you promised my girly carol that YOU WOULD NOT FUCK CARL. dumb bitch. anyway carl is totally into us like

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