#arat twd

[smalltowngunshow]

images I made using instagram dot com!!!!!!!!!!

[sarcasmchandlerbing]

The Walking Dead characters collages pt. 4

(In order: Kal, Andy, Eduardo, Simon, Dwight, Negan, Bertie, Sherry, Tina, Michelle, Molly, Paula, Bud, Eastman, Jiro, Gary, Gavin, Arat, Joseph, Jared, Laura, Tanya, Amber, Frankie, Emmett Carson, Richard, Daniel, Dianne, Nabila, (King) Ezekiel, Shiva, Jerry)

[eccentricallygothic]

i am sorry but arat's execution was so fucking lame. the gang needed oceanside and they're a good ally but i do not like them. esp the stupid little girl in charge. and i am not really liking maggie much this season either. do one thing or the other ffs decide once and for all which way you want to go instead of dangling half cocked between two extremes. everyone wants to choose rick to avoid responsibility when it comes to it but then they keep going behind his back. a bunch of assholes, the whole lot of them. i also love how the rules bend to accommodate the gang but for everyone else they're the law. arat was RIGHT. simon would have killed her and things were different then. now is now. THATS THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT! like out of all the saviors her and that blonde girl laura i think are the only ones who were fr. i hate how the gang gives every other despicable fuck multiple chances but not the people who truly deserve them. for the bitching they do about moving forward they sure like to deep throat the past a whole fucking lot. we will follow rick. oh no ricks rules aren't the only rules. then something goes wrong they go crying to rick and following him again only for the same fucking cycle to continue. BULLSHIT. no hindsight no nothing. a bunch of idiots. dumbasses like them won't last more than a few days if twd was real. also it was not really ricks place to let negan live in the first place because we all know how he gets when someone hurts his family. the writing for this show is un-fucking-real and in a bad way. also jesus was maggies moral compass when he didn't need to be all throughout season 8 and now he suddenly decides he can't say anything to her??? they're all hypocrites. they keep chasing their own tails like total dumbasses and can't make up their minds or be fr for shit.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

All the Black Femmes || The Walking Dead

I really didn’t do tags for all of the uncredited and/or one time appearances, and I ONLY used IMDB for the set, so if they didn’t have a photo on there, I didn’t include. Still wanted to put them on the list though.

Similar to the Star Wars ATBF POST, I’ve provided the BFCD links to the characters that are featured on the blog and also the actresses playing the roles, if I found any content for them. I didn’t bother with the nameless characters, as I definitely didn’t have the energy to search for their content in the various TWD tags, but I still included the links to their tags for this blog, in case you’d like to see their faces again (since most likely their The Walking Dead portrayal didn’t get a lot of screen time).

Characters with existing content:

Annie | Arat | Bertie | Connie | Cyndie | Jacqui | Max | Michonne | Nabila | Nora | Sasha 

Wikis for those who I couldn’t find content for:

Briana | Dr. Stevens | Jeanette | Jenny Jones (Morgan’s Wife) | Jocelyn | Maya (Alexandria, Listed only as “Woman” on IMDB) | Maya (Meridian) | Sally | Vickers | Zia 

BFCD Links to The Stars: Content will be added as becomes available

Danai Gurira | Sonequa Martin Green | Lauren Ridloff | Angel Theory | Elizabeth Faith Ludlow | Medina Senghore | Tamara Austin | Nadine Marisa | Margot Bingham | Karen Ceesay | Sydney Park | Jeryl Prescott | Rutina Wesley | Donzaleigh Abernathy | Brianna Butler | Yvette Nicole Brown | Ciera Payton | Sharon Conley | Shellita Boxie |

[n3g5nx]

Negan x OC/Reader TWD

Chapter three !!! I have up to chapter eight on AO3, but I don't want to spam post, so it'll take a few days for me to get then all out on here ^^"

AO3 CHAPT. TWO

X was jolted awake the next day by an insistent, rhythmic knocking on their door. They grumbled to themselves as they peeled back the covers and swung out of bed, black shorts hanging loosely onto their hips and snug black tank tops clinging to their body. Morning light streamed through the window in orange rays as they made their way across the room. With a yawn, X opened the door, sleepily looking up at the man standing there with that cocky grin and leather jacket strapped to him.

"Damn, I thought that you would never-" Negan started with a jovial tone but slowly trailed off in a moment of surprise. He raised a hand to his face, running his fingers down his stubble as he unabashedly let his eyes linger on X's exposed hip bones, taking in their appearance. "Well, shit, I didn't know it was my birthday…"

X was more awake now as they scoffed, sheepishly tugging their shorts up more and crossing their arms over their chest, but they could do little to hide the blush on their cheeks. Their stance straightened, eyes narrowing at Negan as a sharp retort teetered at the edge of their tongue. They wisely opted for silence instead. There was a brief, tense moment of quiet between the two, Negan clearly enjoying the sassy, unspoken retort.

"As I was saying," He resumed after deliberately clearing his throat, that grin of his broader and cockier than ever, "I thought you would never open the damn door, but hell am I glad you did." arm resting against the door frame, he leaned in eye level to X, "You, hot-stuff, are coming on a supply run with yours truly today."

He spoke with equal parts authority and less-than-subtle flirtation. X was annoyed by what was becoming a regular occurrence but also intrigued at the same time. They couldn't deny his attractiveness, after all. Glancing back at the window, the sun climbing higher into the sky, X sighed softly. They turned back to Negan with a reluctant look etched into their face, but they held their tongue.

"Sounds good." They murmured, a hand running through their shaggy black hair.

Down in the courtyard where Negan had led them sat two large trucks already purring and ready to go. X had changed their shorts to jeans but opted to keep the tank. They hopped into the passenger seat of one of the two on Negan's command, glancing over to see Dwight and some blonde girl in the truck beside them. Hearing the driver's side door open and shut, they looked back over to see Negan in the driver's seat, walkie in hand.

"D, Arat, you two ready to roll?" Negan barked into the receiver, getting back two affirmatives within seconds.

The trucks started rolling, and X released a soft sigh as they gazed out the window, getting wrapped up in their thoughts. After a moment of silence, they sighed and spoke up, breaking the silence. "So…" they started tentatively, glancing over at Negan, "any leads about me getting all bagged up?"

Negan offered a laugh in return, eyes flickering over at them before shifting his attention back to the road, "I got my right hand, Simon, working on that, and I will surely let you know if anything comes up, sweetheart.

X wished they could cringe at the sweetheart part but found, like all of Negan's other annoying quips, they just flustered the hell out of them. "Well thanks anyway." They replied softly, gaze absently fixed on him.

They observed his features: chiselled jaw and perfect eyes, hair and stubble framing his face perfectly. Then, lower to his outfit, he just looked overall cool as hell. Their thoughts drifted as they found themselves admiring Negan, being momentarily engrossed by his rugged charm. Damn, was the way he annoyed them hot…

It was Negan's turn to break the silence, speaking up with an amused voice, "I can feel you staring, sweetheart." He smirked, not taking his attention off the road ahead for a second.

X looked away quickly as their face flushed with a deep warmth, head swimming with embarrassment and irritation. They mumbled an apology under their breath and began making small circles on the window with their finger. Instead, they gazed at the passing landscape, taking in the trees and wild brush that zipped past them. It was undeniable how alluring Negan was, and they absolutely despised it. Hell, they didn't even know this guy, and from what they've seen, he's an arrogant prick. But then again, you play with the cards you're dealt, right?

A few miles later, the truck pulled to a stop on the side of the road, coming up to what looked like an abandoned strip of various stores. The treeline encroached far into the strip, and vines tangled across the buildings. It looked like no one, but the dead had been through here in a long while, which boasted well for the idea of a supply run.

Negan sent Dwight and Arat to start at the end of the strip, as far back as they could, and work their way up as he and X began at the front. They got a sideways glance from both of them when Negan was deciding the pairs, Arat looking suspicious while Dwight held an unreadable expression on his face. X couldn't help but feel suspicious themselves, wondering why Negan wanted them paired up with him. They were new, after all.

Still, X followed Negan without refuting, walking into the first store with their gun drawn. They had shot a rifle before, but the one they had strapped to them now felt heavier. X wondered if the gun was different or if they'd grown weaker. The thought got a subtle frown from them as they poked around the store, looking out for any rotters that might be lurking.

"So far, so good, new kid." Negan mused as they strolled back towards the store entrance, his barbed-wire bat casually slung across his shoulder. He glanced at X with a mock accusatory stare, "You are damn good at sneaking around; almost thought you skipped town on my ass." He chuckled.

X kept their pace steady beside him, feeling like they were taking two steps for every step he took as they tried not to fall behind. They offered a nonchalant shrug, piping up with a matter-of-fact tone, "I don't have no place to run off to." They kicked the dirt below them as they made their way back outside and added with a light sniff, "and, uh, thank you sir."

Negan shook his head as they moved on to the next building. "Again with that damn sir shit." he sounded amused more than anything, a smirk plastered on his lips as he spoke. He didn't seem to really be complaining, so X had no reason to stop.

"How I was brought up is all…" They said softly in response as they did a sweep of the building's entrance.

The afternoon gradually shifted to early evening, everyone regrouping back at the trucks. Arat and Dwight seemed luckier in finding supplies, but X didn't come out empty-handed. They had also dug up some hidden first aid bags and a few other things. Anything hidden behind a particularly tight squeeze, X had got.

"What a damn successful day for our new recruit here," Negan mused, satisfaction evident as he put an arm around their shoulder.

X couldn't help but feel proud in that moment, receiving his genuine approval like a shiny gold medal. His arm felt heavy on their shoulders, bringing them back to the other night when they had to lean on him just to walk. It seemed to X that they were already carving out a name for themselves, at least with their new enigmatic leader. The other Saviour's opinions didn't matter much to them.

Once settled back in the truck, X stole a glance over at Negan, speaking in a more sheepish tone now after the unexpected praise, "Thank you. I'm glad I can start to repay your kindness to me, sir."

Negan exhaled slowly as he tapped idly on the steering wheel, still in the park. He twisted in his seat, radioing the others to go ahead and roll out while looking X in the eyes. He spoke in a low but light-hearted voice, "Do you have any damn idea what you calling me that in that little voice of yours does to me, sweetheart?"

X's face flushed red in an instant, a mix of surprise and embarrassment as Negan's words bore into them. That voice of his, husky and bold, oozing with confidence and flirtation, got to them good. They averted their gaze as they began fidgeting with their fingers in their lap, not sure how they could've missed the clear signs of how he reacted to that one word. "Just a habit, sorry." They said with a squeak.

Negan leaned over, grabbing their chin with one hand and guiding them to look at him. A smirk was painted over his face as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, "Now, did I say it was a fucking bad thing?"

X's heart raced, their whole body bursting with intense heat- especially where Negan's touch lingered. They unsuccessfully attempted not to stare into his dark brown eyes, finding them too captivating to be able to tear away. On top of that, they were sure they were paralyzed. Thoughts raced, and shaky breaths got caught in their throat as they tried to muster the words to say.

"I… I didn't- didn't mean to…" they stammered, voice trailing off helplessly as they lost their voice again.

Negan traced his thumb along their bottom lip before letting out a cool, low chuckle as he pulled away. "Relax, kid, you're going to stain the seats." He winked at them as he turned his attention back to the wheel and began backing away from the strip.

The truck drew closer and closer to the Sanctuary with each passing mile, X keeping their eyes outside the window. They couldn't even appreciate the scenery, mind still firmly locked on Negan and that damn stunt he pulled. It was hard to feign annoyance when you were utterly awestruck and flustered beyond belief. Who did he think he was touching them like that? And why the hell did they enjoy it so much?

Much to X's dismay, the truck slowly rolled to a stop. Before they could even ask, the distinct sound of walkers groaning echoed outside the truck. Looking ahead, X could make out the other truck slowly peeling off into the distance, probably just missing the meandering horde.

"God-mother-fucking-shit," Negan grumbled, clenching the wheel tightly as the undead bumped into the front of the truck occasionally.

Against their better judgement, X cast a sidelong glance at Negan and spoke with a hint of annoyance, "Y'know, if you didn't pull that little stunt of yours on me back there, we would've missed it…"

Negan's jaw clenched, knuckles turning white on the wheel as he passed a glare to X. His eyes held danger in them, an unspoken threat of violence. "Don't you even think about startin' that shit with me right now." A low, harsh retort.

The atmosphere in the truck was thick with tension, weighing down on the two as the massive horde continued to pass by just in front of them. The sky took on an eerie orange-red haze as the sun started its descent. It wouldn't be long until nightfall and the relentless march of rotters showed no sign of letting up soon.

The engine had long been cut off, leaving the inside of the truck to start growing stuffy. Each moment dragged on longer and longer, only marked by the occasional scrape of decaying hands against metal and dull, aimless thuds. The stench of death permeated outside and threatened to seep into the small, enclosed space Negan and X found themselves trapped in.

X thought for a moment that no matter where they were in the world, no one would ever be safe. Especially not them and their mediocre fighting abilities; it was a miracle they had even made it this long. X stole a sideways glance at Negan, his face partially illuminated by the fleeting sunlight. He had a reserved look across his face, features etched with irritation and a hint of tiredness. X couldn't deny that being around Negan, even in a terrifying as a shit situation like this- that could go south at any moment- they felt secure around Negan. Protected.

Negan caught their gaze for a moment, a faint smirk dancing across his lips. X glanced away, blushing once more as they hid their mouth in their hands, elbows propped up on the door.

"I get it; if I weren't me, I'd stare at my fine self, too." Negan drawled, voice lowered to not draw the attention of the undead inches away.

His irreverent attitude momentarily eased X's worries and coaxed out a soft laugh from them. The air grew quieter as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, leaving them in darkness. Leaning forward in their seats, Negan and X noticed that the horde had thinned and the last undead were stumbling by. X passed Negan an excited look, holding back an ear-to-ear grin. They figured they might seem weak if they showed how relieved they were now that the threat had passed.

"Well, hot damn, looks like the shitstorm has officially passed." Negan laughed, sounding amused and relieved as he shared a grin with his passenger.

The truck rumbled back to life and clicked into gear, Negan high-tailing it out of there before the horde could double back on them. The night was entirely upon them, the thick darkness being only broken by the truck's high beams as they sailed down the road. The Sanctuary was fast approaching, growing larger and larger as the two drew closer and closer. The gates were pulled open for them before chatting back shut after they hauled ass inside the yard. A few people ducked away from the truck that hurled inside the perimeter with reckless speeds before screeching to a stop.

Negan wasted no time hopping out of the truck, dragging Lucille with him and propping the bat up on his shoulder as he scanned the small crowd of people that had formed. "Alright, where are the two pussies that left my ass high-and-dry out there in a sworm of dead-fuckers?"

Wordlessly, Dwight and Arat came to the front of the crowd, looking both determined and slightly weary. A sardonic smile spread across Negan's lips as he approached the two. X hopped out of the truck but hung back, not wanting to be caught up in the crossfire of whatever was about to go down.

"Well, there they are," Negan started with a hardy laugh, "the dynamic duo of dumbasses. You thought it would be amusing to leave me stranded out there, surrounded by a horde of flesh-eating motherfuckers?" His voice carried the cadence of a joke, but it was clear he was not playing around.

Dwight, stupidly, spoke up defensively, "Negan, we thought you were—"

"Nah-ah-ah," Negan interrupted, his face dropping to a scowl, barking back with a voice that matched, "you don't get to back-talk me, D. I don't want to hear your piss-poor excuses. What I want is for you to have my goddamn back when things go south." He slung Lucille from his shoulder, a wooden thud as the tip of the bat hit the ground beside him. He gripped the handle tighter. "You two had one job. Stay the fuck back and help divert the goddamn horde instead of leaving my ass to wait it the fuck out. But no, apparently you had more important things to attend to, huh?"

Arat shifted on her feet, eyes cast downward as she wordlessly took the verbal beatdown. Dwight's jaw clenched in evident frustration, but he bit back any further retort he thought of. The hierarchy was clear, Negan's authority irrefutable. Negan watched the two with a calculated glare before turning and walking back to the truck. Dwight and Arat were left confused as his tirade stopped short, watching him as he sauntered to… X.

"I bet they're pissing their damn pants right now." Negan chuckled as he approached X, voice low and amused. Leaning on the truck dangerously, he grinned down at them, dangerously close with only mere inches between the two. "But hey, I got to spend that time out there next to your cute ass," He added with a wink.

It was X's turn to be confused; they were sure he had been pissed off at them the majority of the time for their earlier retort. Still, Negan's bold demeanour was impossible to ignore. It was clear he'd taken some sort of liking to X.

"And usually I'd be pissed at your sass, but damn I'd be lying if I said it didn't get me going." His voice was chipper and jovial, but the clear innuendo wasn't lost, bringing a blush to X's cheeks, "How the hell do you blush so damn much, sweetheart? Is it me or are you just that easy."

Negan leaned closer, a wide, toothy grin set on his face as his eyes trailed up and down X like he did that morning. Their embarrassment only deepened, cheeks burning hotter and heart beating harder. They wanted to look away but found they were trapped in his gaze as They awkwardly fidgeted with the hem of their shirt. Just when it couldn't get any more awkward, Negan grabbed their wrist, sending shivers along their spine.

Everyone who hadn't returned to the factory was clearly gawking at the display. It was humiliating. They could feel the weight of about a dozen eyes, if not more. Part of them wished the ground would just open up and swallow them whole.

Negan's expression softened then, and he stood straight, dropping their wrist and stepping back. "How about we head back inside. We've had enough excitement for one day."

The night seemed to stretch endlessly as X paced around their new quarters, restless and unable to be taken by the comforts of sleep. It was like every corner of their mind had been occupied by Negan. His looks, his actions, the damn things he said to them. They couldn't tell if he was just toying with them or if he was actually fucking interested. Was the crackling tension between them one-sided, or did he feel it too?

The memory of what Negan had pulled in the courtyard in front of all those people replayed in their mind like a broken record, doomed to stutter and repeat for the rest of time. How close he had been, the way he teased them. Not to mention his audacious remark about their blushing. They couldn't shake the feeling that Negan was just pushing their buttons, testing their limits like a damn plaything. It was as if he revelled in seeing them flustered. But was it just for his amusement, or was it something else? It's not like they saw him acting like this to every chick on the factory floor.

Though they'd heard rumours of his handful of wives, the thought didn't sit heavy on their minds. It was the apocalypse, for Christ's sake; traditional relationship notions had been turned on their heads, and clearly, Negan had a god-forsakenly high libido. Though, the idea that the wives weren't entirely fond of Negan was a bit worrisome. Maybe he had ideas for X that weren't too far from his current arrangements. X shuttered and shook their head. They could deny their foolish desires, not let Negan's power trip over everything he thinks is pretty get the best of them, right?

Exhaustion finally hit them, eyes weighing down and their legs growing sluggish. They found themselves in their bed, nestling under the covers as they continued to mull over the thought of Negan in their mind. X was sure some clarity would come to them eventually, an answer to Negan's strange behaviour. But before that, hey, why not play into his inciting game?

[vyrulent]

TEN FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM TEN DIFFERENT FANDOMS.

frederick chilton - nbc hannibal

rafael barba - l&o: svu

arat - twd

miss kitty - gunsmoke <3

bagheera - the jungle book

harley quinn - batman mythos ( mostly the animated series )

sidney prescott - scream

lucy westenra - dracula

aleera - van helsing

russell edgington - true blood

tagged by: @qceensofkings

tagging: you!

[taiturner]

THE WALKING DEAD | 9x02: “The Bridge”

[sweatyrickgrimes]

a lesbian and her himbo

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

Okay I should be working on chapter 17 of Just Survive but instead I’m shoving all my lgbtq TWD Headcannons down y’all’s throats

-Regan was real in the comics and I will die on that hill

-Michonne/Andrea was real and both are bi

-Ron was gay and both Carl and Enid are bi

-I liked Lydia and Henry together but she’s a lesbian

-Laura is a lesbian and Arat is a nonbinary lesbian. They are in a happy relationship with each other.

-Rosita is bi

-Simon is a flaming homosexual this isn’t up for debate

-Negan is pan

-honestly a requirement for joining Negan’s inner circle is being fruity

-Enid uses she/they pronouns

-Kelly is nonbinary as well

-Princess is a lesbian

-As was Amy

-Sasha was pan

-Negan’s wives are all in a poly relationship with one another (except for Amber)

-Frankie’s pan and Tanya’s trans

[springlockdmoved]

did someone say walking dead shitposts 1/?

thank you discord for dealing with this bullshit 

there’s probably gonna be more 

[tommyhagen]

Sick Doms is SUCH an underused trope!!!

I was asked to write a companion peice to an incredible rare gem I found on AO3. The original is here. Sick Negan you guys! Here’s my response on AO3 too: Rick takes care of sick!Negan

But here it is on here. Also SERIOUSLY send me asks for scenes! I whipped this out in a couple of hours like seriously give me some happiness and ask me to write you a sickfic???

TW: Emetophilia, Vomit, Graphic Depiction Of Illness, Reference to Violence, dipping into true moments of darkness

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Ever fall in love with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with? —Buzzcocks

“Well, will you look at that! Rick motherfucking Grimes!”, Negan crowed. He’d started the day feeling alright, managed to keep some shit down and all but the drive over had not helped. End of the fucking world, not a damn soul on the road and the idiots working for him still managed to be bad drivers.

Rick, as always, stood ready and at the gates, glare in place before Negan even got out of the truck. He had to be practicing ahead of time because goddamnit Negan just could not get that motherfucker to crack a smile. He could threaten him, yeah, but where was the fun in that. No, Rick Grimes would smile at him in his own due time. He always let the really good ones break themselves. A man like Rick was worth a nice, long chase.

“Open the gates Eye Candy! I wanna get a good look at my favorite settlement.”, he barked. Negan took a moment to leer at Token Latina as they rolled them back. Damn. How the hell did that bitch always have on tinier little fucking shorts every time he saw her?! Not that he minded. Girl had some great legs on her. Looks like he knew where to find Arat when he needed her.

He tried not to need her. Arat was probably his favorite lady next to Lucille herself. And Rick’s people were one good looking bunch. If he was here to flirt with Rick, which everyone knew he was, his High Command could flirt with whoever they wanted too. Only seemed fair. Only rules were to keep your eyes off Rick and no hands on stuff unless it was consensual. Arat had been after that Hispanic girl since she laid eyes on her and Negan wished her all the best.

“I live here. Who else were you expecting?”, grunted the fairest of them all. Pretty as a princess with the manners of a stable boy. Oh fuck, was Rick Grimes ever Negan’s type!

“Well you weren’t last time. Which was very rude, by the way. I even cooked. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to hurt my feelings.”, Negan drawled, throwing an arm around Rick’s shoulder. He’d managed to kiss him on the cheek before but didn’t want to play his hand too early in the game so he settled for a quick squeeze. “But hell, you know I can’t stay mad at you. Even left a present.”

Rick just grunted an affirmation and tried to pull away.

Negan just held him tighter. He dropped his volume to almost a whisper, “Did you like it, Rick? That rich kid’s corpse? Made it just for you.”

Rick’s face went pale and he nearly stumbled. Negan positively howled with laughter. Yeah, he’d be just fine. So what if everything in his inside seemed like it’d rather be on the outside? He couldn’t just lay around puking his fucking guts out forever. He had shit to do and people to scare. He’d had enough of feeling miserable. So Rick. So far it’d been a perfect plan. Wasn’t doing much for his stomach but Negan hadn’t been in this good of a mood in days. That had to count for something. He was sure Simon and Eugene would think so anyways.

“In the future if you ever feel like giving me something I’d prefer it not be body parts.”, Rick hissed. So picky. But Negan didn’t like shrinking violets. No problem with someone knowing their worth if they were worth something though. And Rick here was worth every single life Negan chose to end for him.

Negan gave him a truly lewd grin in return. “Now you know that’s not a promise I’d be willing to make. I’m sorry Rick but your price is too high. I’ve been trying to give you some of mine since I saw you after all.”, he sneered, pulling Rick closer. It fit with the attitude he was throwing but the truth was he just wanted Rick near. It was a funny thing. Everyone was dressed like it was hot as dicks out and Negan just couldn’t get warm enough.

Lucky it didn’t seem like Rick had noticed anything but Negan’s hand having slipped down to his hip. “Let me go ahead and save you some time. No.”, he growled, trying to squirm away. Negan struggled to keep him. He wouldn’t have managed it unless Simon, who Negan somehow hadn’t even noticed trailing them, cocked his gun. Rick settled the fuck down pretty quick.

Negan shot Simon a weak glare over his shoulder. He couldn’t find it in him to do much more when instead of looking amused his second in command just seemed concerned. It wasn’t like Negan was against Simon playing wing man or anything. Just kinda put a dent in his whole not threatening Rick agenda. What kind of gentleman wins a lady or fine ass man over with force?

”Oh, Rick you little fucking prude. You’re gonna be tight as a chorus boy, aren’t ya? For you? I’ll take it slow as you want, baby.”, Negan said deciding that since he’d braved the hellride over just for Rick’s company they were beyond innuendo.

”You disgust me.”, Rick replied with a shudder.

Negan choose to interpret it as a shiver of undeniable pleasure brought on by his seduction. Negan was shivering too and he’d chalk it to the same thing. Rick was pretty fucking hot. Besides, Negan couldn’t be cold everyone else was starting to sweat just walking around. And, of course, that just made Rick even more like he’d stepped out of a porno. If Negan didn’t want him so bad he’d hate him because no one but him had the right to be so damn fine.

”And yet you find me strangely attractive.”, Negan shot back. He grabbed Rick’s hand. Thank Christ they were at the Grimes house because it’d hit Negan like he’d walked into a brick wall. He absolutely could not take one more step. And it was more than just his stomach protesting now. It hurt to breathe, to think, to walk, to be alive. How was he meant to pretend he wasn’t cold when his fucking teeth were chattering?

Shit. If it weren’t for Rick he would call this off that’s how bad he felt. Nothing else was worth this hell, not even his ego. The Saviours all knew by now how fucked up he was whether he wanted them to or not, anyway. Word travels fast when your boss nearly pukes up blood in front of half the damn world. Fuck, Negan might be in love with Rick Grimes now that he thought about it.

”What’s the hurry?”, Negan forced out and hoped his voice wasn’t shaking. “I got to have a nice little heart to heart with the kid last time. I want my chance to with his daddy too.” It was a flimsy excuse and Negan could do better if he weren’t trying so damn hard to hold himself still. It did the trick though. No one would doubt anything involving Rick to be his motive.

“No thanks, I’d really rather help you steal from us some more.”, Rick snapped.

Negan’s head was throbbing. The best he could manage was a quick, “Sit the fuck down, Rick.” He should have gotten an Oscar or something for acting like flopping back into the wicker chair was a choice. He’d straight up just collapsed.

Negan had never seen Rick obey a command so quickly and he prayed that Rick was just tired or something. He took it all back. He didn’t want Rick to see him like this. Curiosity killed the cat and Negan felt like one that’d been run over a few hundred times, that’s for sure. He didn’t have to try to look hot, of course, but he liked to throw in a little bit of something extra for Rick. Right now, though, he just wanted to be back in the Sancturary where he could feel like shit in peace.

“Negan?”, Simon called and Negan looked up just a second too late to be normal. But it was too late, Rick had noticed that. His eyes were always scanning Negan for weakness and Negan just HAD to choose to visit him on the day there might actually be some to find.

“What?”, Negan managed through gritted teeth. He actually couldn’t tell what was bothering him most when everything hurt so bad. He kind of envied the cat that curiosity killed though. God, anything had to be better than this.

“Just...you’ve got a eavesdropper is all.”, Simon pointed out looking nearly as pained as Negan felt. Huh. Damn, he was loyal. Negan made a note to let him have any wife he wanted when- if, he tried not to think- they got back tonight.

Negan realized he was hunched over, an arm around his middle. Against every lick of sense he had he straightened up. Sure enough though, Rick’s son was watching them through a window wearing a baby version of his father’s glare. Damn, he was just a mini Rick and that made him smile despite everything. God Rick had made some adorable kids. “Hey Carl!”, he called and waved with more enthusiasm than should have been possible for him.

Of course the kid wouldn’t join them because a complete lack of manners ran in the family but at least Negan could understand his animosity. He might not be so keen on hanging around with a man who was actively trying to fuck the one parent he had left either. He liked the black girl though and Negan still couldn’t figure out how she’d managed that.

He felt the familiar burn in his stomach and hunched forward. He spoke again trying to distract from it, “Haven’t seen you in nearly two weeks, Rick. Did ya miss me?”

”Like I miss the bullet in my chest.”, Rick spat back but his eyes were narrowed not in hate but interest. So he knew it too. Negan was going to end up throwing up again. Well, at least they were all on the same page. No surprises. Awesome. If Simon cared at all he would shoot him.

This was just plain mean. Everybody here knew what was going to happen but they were gonna just wait for him to humiliate himself? FUCK EVERYTHING. He could understand Rick, at least, he was too repressed to look at their sexual tension as anything but hatred but his best friend?! Come on! Fuck it. If they were gonna let him make a mess of himself then he’d do it. Negan would just pretend this was a fucking garden party until he crashed it by puking on everything.

He set his jaw stubbornly as he continued on, “You were shot, Rick?”. And if Negan ever got to feeling better he might just have to go pay a visit to whoever’d done it. Despite how sick he’d ended up the disembowling part of his last trip to Alexandria had been pretty fucking cool. He wouldn’t mind adding that to the old trick book permanently. It’d have been more than earned everyone from his people to the Hilltop to that lunatic with the rennisance fair knew better than to give Rick so much as a scratch. Rick Grimes was his and had been the second Negan had seen him. He was under a damn powerful man’s protective hand. No one would dare lay a hand on that boy but him.

Surprisingly Rick answered him, “Yeah.”. His words were coming slow and thoughtful. Negan let himself think it was from concern for him and not calculating how best to use this against him. It made things seem a bit brighter. “Before all this in the line of duty. Was in a coma and woke up in the middle of the apocalypse. My wife and Carl were gone. Never thought I’d see them again.”

And that was just so unbearably cute and SO Rick that Negan nearly forgot about the twinge of acid on the back of his tongue. How else would Rick get shot? Playing Hero of course. God, what Negan would give to see Rick in uniform. He desperately wanted to see that scar. The thought probably would have turned him on if there were any blood left in his body for a hard-on. And what he could have done to Rick with him in those handcuffs...fuck, his body almost managed to rally.

”Negan?”, someone called again softly. And holy fuck that had been Rick! Negan could rally for that.

He swallowed thickly against the acid creeping it’s way up. “That bitch!”, he forced out. But the sentiment was anything but. “They couldn’t have forced me to leave your side if you got hurt.” It was true. Negan loved him, goddamnit. That’s why this was gonna suck so bad. Because Rick would laugh at him for this. And it’d be a hell of a lot harder to live in denial that one day Rick would come around then.

Rick had had enough. Of course he would always so serious. He couldn’t just settle the fuck down for a second and let things happen. “What the hell is wrong with you?”, he demanded.

Negan waved him off even though a hand was clamped over his mouth. “Not a damn thing, Rick.”, he practically whined. If the nausea wasn’t bad enough before Negan had just piled some self loathing on top of that. He gagged.

”Fuck, you’re about to throw up.”, Rick realized.

[onigirioishiiiiiiiiii]

I think Rick lied about his allergy... I don’t know.

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

The saviors are just a bunch of lgbts let's be real.

[sweatyrickgrimes]

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

[daddymenrah]

Arat x FemaleReader: No Sharing

A/N: Hey ya’ll, just an FYI that I got that promotion and as a result I’m working super hard atm and barely have the time or motivation to write. However, you guys were excited for this one and I really wanted to finish it off and post it. 

Enjoy ;)

The summer sun was in full effect at the sanctuary, and you certainly weren’t complaining. You were seated on a stone step in the yard, pretending to be balls deep in a book, your eyes were not on the page however, but on something else. Lithe limbs moving seemingly at the speed of light, the strain of material over said limbs. Grunts of exertion that your brain reimagined as grunts of something else entirely. Your thighs clenched at the images your mind was crafting.

Finally, Arat trapped the man she was sparring in a disabling arm lock and lowered him to the ground while ignoring his pleas for mercy. Eventually she let him go, her lips quirking slightly at his grumbles as he walked away, rolling his arm dramatically. You’re so caught up in the rare sight of Arat smiling (to a degree) that you’re not quick enough to look away when her eyes fall upon you.

You frantically flip the page of your book in a last-ditch attempt to look preoccupied, hoping she didn’t see. You’ve been harbouring this painfully juvenile crush on the stone cold female saviour for weeks now, still unable to find the courage to talk to her. Usually you’re pretty confident, able to talk to most people with good reason. But Arat… She gives off a vibe that screams ‘I’ll punch you if you talk to me’ and you dig it, but it stops you even attempting to say hi. You don’t think she’d be interested anyway, she seems so above frivolous things like relationships in the apocalypse. A lone wolf.

Your nerves are only amplified when you feel a shadow fall over you and your book, a useless prop at this point. You look up, regretting it immediately when you catch a glimpse of a droplet of sweat sliding down Arat’s neck, the way you wish your tongue could.  

“You want something?” She states gruffly, it doesn’t really sound like much of a question.

“No, why?” You reply dumbly, kicking yourself for not saying something smarter.

She cocks an eyebrow.

“You were watching me.” You shrug, hoping it comes off as nonchalance rather than speechlessness. She regards you suspiciously. “You ever sparred before?” Her question takes you by surprise. She sounds genuinely curious.

“No, unless biters count as sparring partners.” Your heart falters when her lips quirk, just like before.

“You should. Helps develop technique.” She informs you, folding her arms in front of her.

“I don’t think I really have a technique to be honest. I just attack full force with whatever weapon I have and aim for the head.” She shakes her head slightly.

“That won’t work against humans.”

“Guess I’m screwed then.” You chuckle awkwardly.

“Not if I teach you.” She says. You have to stop your jaw from dropping. Where has this come from? After a few moments of you staring gormlessly, she offers you a hand. “Get up.”

“Aren’t you tired?” You protest, taking her hand. Arat does that little smirk again.

“I don’t get tired.” Your body warms significantly, no thanks to the sun. She leads you out into the middle of the dusty courtyard where she stood with her original sparring partner. “Get into position.” She instructs you. Drawing from a couple of boxing classes you took at your old gym pre-apocalypse, you take stance with your dominant foot forward. “Southpaw. Interesting.” She comments.

She takes her own stance, and before you can register her first move, she has you in the same painful arm lock that she did the man before. You groan out in shock, and then arousal when you realise how close to her body you are. She doesn’t appear to notice the difference.

“Ok, ok, fuck, let go!” You protest. She chuckles, her breath tickling your ear in a way that makes you shiver. She relinquishes her grip on you and you stumble away.

“You didn’t say go or anything.” You snap. Arat snorts indignantly.

“You think your opponents are going to wait until you’re ready and say, ‘on the count of three’?” Your shoulders slump and you roll your eyes, she’s right. “Come at me. Don’t go easy either.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You mutter, getting back into your stance. This time, you don’t even wait for any indication from Arat, you simply lunge for her, guard raised.

The pair of you trade punches, you attempt kick her feet out from under her but fail miserably as her torso bends sharply and she grabs your ankle. She lifts your leg up suddenly and you fall back on your ass. Before you can jump to your feet, she nudges your chest back with her boot and your back flops to the ground pathetically. She kneels on your biceps, holding the top half of your body down with her weight. You’re now distracted from the initial reason why she’s sat on you in the first place. Your mind has transported you from the dirty ground to your bed, Arat’s clothes are gone and she’s rolling her hips in front of your face, teasing you.

“You ok?” You snap out of it at the sound of her voice in real time.

“Yeah, I think I might be a bit light headed.” You reply weakly. Arat actually smirks.

“You had enough?” She taunts, staring down at you.

“From the position we’re currently in, I’m inclined to say no.” You say, shocking yourself, and Arat too apparently. Her mouth is open slightly and her eyes dark.

“Too much?” You ask, nervous that you’ve pushed it with the formidable woman, but she shakes her head.

“Not enough, I’d say.” You slip your arms out from under her knees, moving your hands to rest on her thighs experimentally. You look up at her, Arat doesn’t protest. The courtyard suddenly feels very silent. Allowing yourself to squeeze her toned legs, you continue to gauge her reaction, still a little scared you’re treading a dangerous line. Arat could snap your neck in seconds, and she was very difficult to read. You’d barely even talked to her before.

Finally deciding there was no point being so timid, you take a leaf out of Arat’s book, and rather boldly move your hands up her thighs to her hips. She still says nothing, but you notice that her breathing has accelerated, and her chest is visibly rising and falling. You decide to make the final move and slide your hands round to her ass and grab, hard. Her dark brown eyes widen in shock and you brace for her rebuttal. It doesn’t come.

“Do we need to go inside?” She asks, voice suddenly husky.

“I mean, if that’s your preference.” You joke, and her smirk returns.

*

It took less than five minutes for you and Arat to reach her room and strip of all your clothes. You caged her underneath you, licking up and down her collarbone hungrily as you had always fantasised about. She tasted so fucking good, her needy moans were driving you absolutely insane.

“Took you long enough.” She breathed out. You stop momentarily to meet her gaze.

“Huh?” You pant.

Instead of responding, she reaches her hands up to grab yours, placing them around her neck.

“Choke me.” You don’t need to be told twice. Squeezing tightly, you relish the way her eyes roll back so that only the whites are visible. Her gorgeous mouth opens and closes, silently begging for air. You let go when you think she’s had enough, and smirk at the sound of her breathless gasps.

“All you ever did was watch me spar.” She groans, burying her hands in your hair. You smack her face lightly and back up, making your way down her body, tasting her all over.

“My apologies,” You mutter between licks and kisses. “I have voyeuristic tendencies.” She chuckles, but her amusement is cut short when you spread her legs and dip your tongue between her folds. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” You observe, Arat lets out a guttural moan. You drink her up, rubbing her clit with your finger. Her hips buck against your face and it’s a job holding her in place.

Her skin is soft and pliable underneath your fingertips, and her cum tastes so good you could eat her out all year long. Her moans have you dripping wet, but you’re determined to make her come. For such a quiet brooding woman, she was pretty vocal when you got her going. Swearing quietly through her teeth, you concentrate on pushing her closer and closer, unable to hear anything other than your heart pounding and Arat mewling like a bitch in heat.

You briefly pull away from her dripping cunt to instruct her;

“Cum for me, Arat.”

Arat coming, is a work of art. The sinewy muscles in her thighs tighten and shudder as she lets out the sexiest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life, followed by an unsteady ‘ohhh fuck’. You slow your assault, gently licking Arat through her climax and finger fucking her to completion. With one final slide of your fingers against her most sensitive spot, the fierce woman comes undone yet again, all over your face. A damp area forms beneath the meeting of your face with Arat’s slick pussy. You just made Arat squirt.

“Holy fuck.” She exhales, pulling you up by your jaw to kiss you roughly.

“You taste good.” You murmur.

“I know.” She smirks, grabbing at your breasts, tweaking at your nipples.

“Still going?” You tease her, slapping her sensitive cunt.

“I don’t get tired.” She echoed the same words she’d said to you out in the courtyard, not a hint of jest in her tone. She stands, and you watch her ass move as she walks to a drawer and pulls something out.

After making her come multiple times, watching Arat put on a strap on while never dropping eye contact is really threatening to push you over the edge.  

Once she makes the final adjustment, she transforms. She prowls towards you, a cocky sneer on her face.

“Suck it.” She growls. You oblige her request immediately, spitting on the appendage and sucking it with such an enthusiasm, Arat begins bucking into your mouth.

Apparently not quite satisfied with this, she grabs you by the hair and turns you around on the bed, throwing you forward. Arat yanks your hips up so your ass is in the air, presenting your pussy to her like a horny slut. She lets out an audible ‘mmm’ and you wiggle involuntarily.

“You want me to fuck you?” She asks, rubbing the tip of the strap on against your aching core.

“Please, Arat, please.” You beg. She slaps your ass so hard it stings.

“You call me master.”

“Yes master, please fuck me.” You cry out into the mattress. And finally, she relents. The thrusts herself inside you and you moan so loudly that if anyone was in the hallway, they surely would have heard you. The sinful sounds of the toy pushing and pulling from your soaked pussy seem to echo through the room. Arat’s hips offer savage punishment, it feels as though she’s fucking you with all her strength.

Her hands grip your hips, occasionally removing one to spank your ass so hard that your eyes water.

“Take it, bitch. You love getting fucked from behind don’t you?” You whimper out a response, but it doesn’t satisfy Arat. She snatches your hair up in her hand and pulls your head and torso back into an uncomfortable position. “I asked you a question.”

“I love getting fucked from behind, master.” You manage to gasp out, but she doesn’t let you down immediately. Continuing to slide in and out of your wet snatch, she gropes at your tits with her spare hand. She toys with your hard nipples, pinching and tugging them until you start to shake. Amidst your shuddering and moaning she shoves you back down and buries your face in the pillow.

Her heartless attack on your cunt continues and you can feel the inevitable build at your very core.

“I’m close, master. I’m gonna cum.” You warn her.

“Not without permission you won’t.” She snaps, moving her hands from your hips to your throat.

“Please may I cum, master?” You squeeze the words out despite the pressure she maintains on your carotid arteries.

She slides a hand from your throat round your hips and down to your clit.

“You may. Cum all over my cock, right fucking now.” She orders you, and you have no trouble obliging as a blinding orgasm overcomes you. You collapse onto the bed in a shaking heap, thirsty for air. Arat pulls the toy from your pussy, eliciting one final moan from your lips. She sets it on the bedside table and lays down next to you, you can hear that she’s out of breath too.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that to you for a while, you know.” She admits, a sly smirk on her face.

“Looks like we were both wasting time.” You chuckle. A sudden bang on the door makes you both jump, a loud booming voice follows.

“Arat, you done scissoring the fuck out of that broad or what? We got shit to do.” You recognise it to be Negan and promptly turn bright red.

“You weren’t exactly making an effort to keep it down.” Arat shrugs.

“Chicks only scissor in porn. I’m coming.” Arat calls out to him.

“I’ll bet you are. Send me an invite next time.” Negan’s bellowing laugh is almost contagious, and despite your embarrassment you find yourself grinning too.

“I don’t share pussy, Negan.” She replies, dark eyes locked onto yours.