#negans savior complex

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🎧 | playlist roulette, 500+ follower celebration!

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🎰 -> lip gallagher, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, mikey berzatto, sydney adamu, carl grimes, negan smith.

📚 -> smut, angst, fluff etc…

just inbox a character + song and i’ll write a short fic/blurb about it! songs marked 🔥 are exclusively NSFW due to, well… the nature of the song. otherwise, feel free to suggest a genre you’d prefer, or none at all, and i’ll go with the whatever suits it best. i’ve gone with songs that give a good mix of different vibes and ideas for some variety.

artists are in alphabetical order and are from my personal playlists, you’ll find: childish gambino, doja cat, faye webster, kendrick lamar, lana del rey, nicki minaj, paramore, phoebe bridgers, tyler the creator, taylor swift…

☆ childish gambino, heartbeat: ✅

⟡ richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall, and i feel sick.

☆ childish gambino, me and your mama:

⟡ negan smith.

i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la / i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, agora hills: ✅

⟡ carmen berzatto.

somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / that’s true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, cyber sex: ✅

⟡ lip gallagher.

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

☆ faye webster, kingston:

⟡ richie jerimovich.

he said, "baby, " that's what he called me, "i love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way / it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me / but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say.

☆ kendrick lamar, father time:

⟡ carmen berzatto.

oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent / oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice / tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues.

☆ lana del rey, margaret:

⟡ lip gallagher.

alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause / 'cause when you know, you know / and when you're old, you're old / like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring.

☆ nicki minaj, anaconda:

i-i-i’m high as hell, i only took a half a pill / i’m on some dumb shit / by-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? / he can tell I ain't missing no meals.

☆ nicki minaj, pink friday girls:

lookin' for my lipgloss and my liner (liner) / lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner) / got him smilin' 'cause he know i outshine her ('shine her) / had to pop her just to remind her.

☆ paramore, thick skull:

i am a magnet for broken pieces / i am attracted to broken people / i pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding / and it looks like my fault / and it looks like i’m caught red-handed.

☆ phoebe bridgers, saviour complex:

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i’m a bad liar / with a savior complex.

☆ phoebe bridgers, waiting room:

⟡ sydney adamu.

and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together / plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better.

☆ taylor swift, love story:

⟡ lip gallagher.

that you were romeo, you were throwin' pebbles / and my daddy said, "stay away from juliet" / and I was cryin' on the staircase / beggin' you, "please don't go.”

☆ taylor swift, paper rings:

⟡ lip gallagher.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings / uh huh, that's right / darling, you're the one i want, and / i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

☆ tyler the creator, are we still friends?: ✅

⟡ mikey berzatto.

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

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and on a more serious note: thank you for all the support on my works!! this blog has been my little safespace for indulging in all my silly little thoughts, and it makes me so happy that others can appreciate what i make too.

i’m excited to explore more tv shows and movies and let my blog and writing grow along with my interests, so i hope you’ll all stick around for the ride!

nervous about finally posting this, i’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time….i wanna write every song on here, so i’m really excited about it!!! feel free to send in multiple if you want ;P

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Old friend... Or not.

Summary: You confront Negan, someone you use to know while saving Daryl.

Warning: angst, violence, death, mention of injured.

You were with Rick and his group since the Quarry and went through everything with them, leading to a strong bond and friendship. Especially with Daryl Dixon the archer, which you grew fund of for the last few years and had some feeling toward him.

Negan and you knew each other before what happens, before Humanity fell down. There was huge respect between the two of you, even if things were complicated between the two of you. The thing is, he owns you one. 

When the incident happened, leading to Glenn and Abraham's death and Daryl captured, you’re not with them staying at Alexandria being injured. You have no idea he is the one who attacks your friend.

When he visits Alexandria, you two recognize each other, but no one else seems to catch on the hint. You put the pieces together pretty quickly.

“You!” you said, anger blinded your reaction.

You pushed Negan against the wall, a blade against his throat. 

“Shit, good to see you two” he answered in a whisper, looking down at you.

He knows he is not too messed up with you, especially after everything you’ve done for him.  

You let go of him after Rick asks you to. The meeting goes on, no one seems to acknowledge the fact you two used to know each other. Daryl is here too.

You get angry when you see how much he is hurt and even angrier when Rick doesn’t give a shit and seems to bend the knee to Negan, his head brainwashed. 

“He’s not messing with your head? Do you even hear yourself? The bullshit you’re saying.” you said, expecting him to answer, but Negan answered back.

“I understand you’re angry, sweetheart” 

You snapped, raising yourself from the chair you were sitting on. You walk to him and lean over his face, so close you could feel his breath on you.

“No, i don’t think you get it, right now, i could take the life out of you without a blink.” You told him before leaving the room. 

The meeting end. 

That is for the recent event and, right now, you were at the saviors to free Daryl. A mission you had succeeded in pretty easily, too easily, perhaps. As you escape by car, you arrived at the fence and saw Negan silhouette with his man. 

“Stay in the car” You said to Daryl before getting out of the car. 

You walk toward him facing all his men, facing them proudly, and you shout.

“You owe me a debt, I am here to take it.”

As you approach from where he stands, his man starts pointing their gun at you. With a movement of his hand, he orders all of them to lay their weapons down.   

“It’s good to see you” Negan offers you with a smile, leaning against his baseball bat.

“Can’t say the same.” you answered. 

You are now in front of him, separated by a few inches only. Now, no one could hear your conversation between the two of you.

“You’ve gone too far this time” You say to him.

“Too far? After your band murdered my man? You’re joking, surely.” he answered back, still smiling. 

“Let me bring him home. That’s all I am asking.”

“You came here all alone for him? To save him?” He continued, you're staying quiet. He sights.

After some time, he asked almost bored.

“Did you hurt any of my men?” 

“No, just knocked a few of them.” you answered, taking your knife out and pulling your gun out to throw it to him, so he could check the bullet. Full.

“I am good at sneaking.” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

To your surprise, ever since you two started your little chat, none of his men had tried raising back their guns. He then came closer to you, handing you your gun.

“Are you happy to bring him to Alexandria? They will all see you as a hero. That should inflate your saviour complex.” He whispered to you.

“If you said so” you told him, holding the gaze of his eyes while putting the gun on your side.

Negan laughs. Leaning closer to whisper in your ear. 

“Now come on, we both know this is not about being a hero for them. You love him.” He said.

You step back, looking at him dead in the eyes. He knew if eyes could kill, he would be dead right now. Knowing you, if it wasn’t for Daryl in the car, he would probably be dead right now. You would have nothing to lose. 

“Now let us go.” 

“For this time I will.” he said.

You nodded as a form of respect and turned your back to him, walking away. 

But you didn’t walk very far before he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled on it. Spinning on yourself, you take the other knife you had and, once again, stick it under his throat. 

Daryl was about to jump out of the car, but someone blocked the door of the car. 

Negan was about to speak when you heard a loud detonation, he pulled you toward him, protecting you with his body, moving his harm over your head. You saw the bullet hitting the ground right on the spot you were a few seconds before. 

Daryl felt anger running through his blood as he heard the gunshot before his body ran cold seeing you in his arm, the way he protected you. He felt a mixed, jealousy and anger, crippling inside his gut. He was furious and for one second, he thought you might betray him and his heart would break.

While Negan let go of you, he turned toward the place where the shot came from.

“Who did this?” he asks with anger. 

One of his followers stood up. A large gun in his hand. 

“I was protecting you.” you heard the young man say to Negan.

You decided to put your knife back in its pocket. Negan looked at you, searching for injury, and smiled widely.

“Don’t” you tell him, knowing what is going to do. 

 He turned toward the place where his man stood. You take a look at Daryl still inside the car and notice his furious and ready to jump out at any time. “Don’t move” you muttered to him clear enough, so he could read on your lips. 

Meanwhile, Negan spoke.

“You're supposed to shoot when i give the order, not when i told all of you to lay down your fucking weapon” He said, almost mocking the guy. 

The man is about to respond, you only hear the “but” in his sentence when a second gunshot is heard, next to you. You lower yourself in defence before noticing the shot came from Negan. The bullet flew near the man who shot in the first place. 

“Next time it would end between your two eyes” He finished. 

You start moving toward the car, but he follows your steps, standing by your side, Daryl noticing directly his movement were shielding you from any other people that could shoot you. He knew Negan was doing this on purpose. He was protecting you. Daryl couldn’t understand why he was doing this, and he didn’t like the answer of his automatic negative thoughts. You wouldn’t betray him, he told himself.

 “You fucking idiot” you grumble under your breath, annoyed by the way he was acting toward you.

Once you start opening the door, he puts his hand over it, shutting it close. You sight, rolling your eyes, before turning to him.

“What now?” you said bitterly. 

Once again, he leaned closer to you. Except this time, Daryl could hear everything. 

“You know, I always had a lot of respect for you Y/N, especially right now. I mean, you entered here, alone, to save your friend and were about to escape without hurting one of my men, totally unnoticed, that’s bold.” he told you.

“What’s your point?” you answered, being done with him. 

“ You could stay here with us. You don’t need to go back to them, I'll protect you. Like old times. When we were all happy.” For the first time, you laugh at his words. 

“I don’t need protection, never needed, heck you never protected me from anything. I was the one protecting you because of your cowardice. Now cut the bullshit. I would rather cut off my own foot than join you and your group.” You said quietly, before pushing him from you.

He seems hurt somehow by your word, perhaps it wasn’t what he expected.

“You brought his upon yourself, if you think I'll come back at the mention of old whatever happens between the two of us, you're wrong.  You hurt my friend. That is not something I will forget.” You paused and continued.

"Where is your loyalty ?" He said, and you laugh even harder at this.

"You're speaking to me about loyalty ? For real?" You answered and got closer to him. 

You let the silence lingered, waiting for what he could say. When you realize he is not saying anything back, you spoke again.

“I am not letting you ruin what I have again after the hell I went through after her, after this.” 

“I had no idea.”

“How could you? You only ever think about yourself.”

Negan was quiet, looking at you. He nods, before opening the door of the car for you, and you climb inside, sitting in the car and turning the engine on. 

“Fine, do as you please, sweetheart.” he said, and you roll your eyes again. 

“Be safe.” He continued. 

You turned to him.

“ Yes, you two, Negan.” You said, shutting the door.

Negan orders his men to open the door, and you leave with Daryl by your side.

While on the road, you felt Daryl’s eyes on you.

“I owe you some explanation and i will tell you everything, but before i am bringing you home.”

He stayed silent.

“You’ll be safe now, I promise.”

Both of you stayed quiet for the rest of the road. When you arrived, they opened the gates to you, and you entered Alexandria, cutting the engine off. You waited inside the car, knowing you will have to face the fury of Rick for leaving like this. 

“ I think you should go first, they’ll be happy to see you and i will have time to sneak out” you told Daryl, but he took it the wrong way.

“Sneak out, so you could join back your past lover because, you changed your mind. To leave us and abandoned us.” He said bitter. 

You looked at him with shock. That's what he thought. The thing is, you couldn’t blame him with what he saw between Negan and you. You took his hands on yours and held it against you.

“I would never do that, not to them, not to you.  I told you I would explain everything later, I promise. I will never betray one of you. You need to trust me as always.” You answered him, hurt by his words. 

He looked at you and his anger flew away. You had always been honest with him, he knew it.

“ I will.” he said, and you smiled at him, and finally he was glad to be out of this hell, to be with you and see you smile.

“ To clarify my stating, sneaking out because i disobey Rick’s order not to go look for you alone. I think if he sees you first, he will be less angry at me.”

He nodded and open his door before turning back to you. 

“Thank you for getting me out of here.”

“You are more than welcome.” you told him.

You turned your head and saw Rick walking toward you. You were screwed. Daryl follow your regard and saw Rick, he knew just by the way he was walking he was mad. He started walking away from the car and headed to Rick, who was followed by Michonne and Carl. 

Rick froze when he saw his friend before running to him and holding him tightly, so did the other. Only after that, you leave the car, few people coming to you asking how were you doing. You try walking away, but a voice called your name.

“Shit” you said under your breath. 

Rick had called you, and he was heading to you. You were expecting him to curse at you, to be mad. No.

He put his hand on both side of your face and lean his forehead against yours.

“Thank you for bringing him back. We will see the rest tomorrow, just, for now, thank you.” he said, kissing your forehead before heading back toward Daryl. 

They moved to one of the houses, Daryl taking one last look at you before following Rick.

Michonne came to you. 

“Are you hurt?” she asked.

“No, i am fine, Daryl is. Everything went fine, almost didn’t have to fight, just knocked out some people.”

“They were too scared of you.” She said laughing and you join her.

She took your arms and walk with you, following the other by close.

“He may curse at you later, don’t mind him, he was worried about you.” she said.

“I know, i know.”

When you two arrived at the principal house, everyone was welcoming back Daryl. You were happy it went this way. Happy that he was safe with all of you now. You didn’t know what Negan and his henchman had done to him, but you had noticed from the moment you find him he was injured. Yet, when Carol try to take him to the infirmary, he declined.

 At some point, he was nowhere to be seen. You were looking for him when Carol come to you.

“He is in a bathroom at your place, but he doesn’t want anyone to help him, he doesn't even answer back.”

Daryl and you shared a house in Alexandria. Ever since you arrived, you’d preferred to stay together, just “in case”. The “in case” had turn to just you two living together. 

You followed her at your place, heading toward the bathroom. Knocking on the door, you wait, but no answer. 

Daryl was injured, yet, he didn’t want anyone to witness his physical and psychological distress. But you had already witnessed it, maybe he would be less reluctant. 

You guessed that. 

Turning toward Carol, you ask her to leave, she understood the reason and left. 

You knocked on the door again.

“It’s just me, come on now open the door.” 

He did after a few seconds. 

“What?” He asked.

 You noticed the bandages, the disinfectant on the counter. He was shirtless, his wet hair from the shower he had taken falling over his face, small droplet of water falling on his chest and, god, he was so fine. Then you truly noticed the injury, seeing them for the first time. Your heart broke.

“Let me help you with that.” you answered, entering inside the bathroom and closing the door.

You put your hand on his shoulder, carefully, before moving him, so he could sit on the edge of the bath. Taking all the supplies, you started tending his wounds on his head first, running your hand through his hair moving them out of his face and making sure he wasn’t injured at the top of it. The moment he felt your hand moving through his hair, he thought he’d lost it, it felt so good, so sweet, he could feel his heartbeat accelerated, and his body going crazy under your caress. He would stay here forever if he could, if you wanted him. 

Then, you moved to his chest, being extra careful with him tending to him, making sure nothing was broken. 

Under your touch, he allowed himself to relax. He was enjoying the feeling of your soft skin over his and the silence of the room. He felt solace. Daryl could fall asleep at any time like this. As long as you were here with him.

The silence was broken when you ask him to stand up, so you could take care of his back. This idea seems to bother him a little more, but he did anyway. He didn’t want you to see the scars on his back, the oldest one. Perhaps he felt scared you would just leave once you acknowledge them. You did not, tracing the side of some, while looking for any bruises or broken bones before patching him up. A shiver ran over his skin at the feeling of your hand running along his back. Yes, he would definitely freeze time if he had the opportunity.

He could see you, in the reflection of the mirror, you were focused on him and to him, you looked so beautiful. You felt his gaze and rise your head to cross his eyes through the glass. Giving him a soft smile before returning to your work. You felt heartbroken for him at the sight of all the injury and the scars, some older than others. He did not deserve that, none of them.

The thing you would do to hold him tight against you, saying he will be fine. 

At some point, you decided to talk again.

“He wasn’t my past lover.”

You caught his eyes, looking at you again before you continue telling him the truth and tend to his wounds.

“He was my sister husband. She had cancer, she died few months before everything happen.”

As you were speaking, you kept on patching him. Even if you were caressing his back more than anything at this point. He let you speak, letting you open up to him, as he knew you were rarely doing this.

"He was nice, ever since the beginning. We always get along very well. But it did change after she got diagnosed."

You stop, remembering your sister, how lovely she was.

" I moved here to America away from France when I learned about her cancer. Finding a small flat to take care of her and help her. He on the other end finds a different way to deal with his own pain. I wanted to protect her from his actions. So I hid it, finding an arrangement with him. He didn't need this to cause her more suffering. And one night."

That famous night. Daryl had moved, sitting on the edge of the bathtub again, and you put down all the effects you used to tend to his injury. And start clearing the sink.

"She was in immense pain and I tried my best to take care of her, easing her pain. He called, and I didn't want her to answer, so I took the Phone call. He was drunk and managed to get himself into a car accident. I hid it from her, not wanting her to get worried about him, so I went to take him once she was asleep and bring him to my place for the night. He confessed to me that night. How he couldn't bear seeing her in such pain, him seeing other women and the immense debt he had because of gambling, alcohol. He cried in my arms all night. I kept my tongue and held it together for both us, but god, it was so hard. I gave him the money to pay his debt and help hide the truth. Furthermore, I knew it was only a matter of time before my sister passed away, she knew it too, we had seen the same disease take away our father. All the signs were here."

You didn't even realize, but he was holding your hand, comforting you. He wasn't that physical usually, but he wanted you to know he was here and, his imprisonment made him feel so lonely, he craved the touch of someone, especially yours. 

There were no tears in your eyes, why would it be any tears, you were glad she passed away before all of this. 

"I think she knew. But she wasn't angry at him."

You were playing with his hand unconsciously, Daryl liked it.

"After her funeral, I told him all the things I kept from myself, how stupid, cowardly, weak and selfish he was, and I left. He tried calling me many times. I finished blocking him. And that is it. You know everything." 

Silence lingered in the room. 

"That’s the reason why I left France, by the way."

"I get it better." He said.

He was about to speak, but you cut him short, didn't want to extend yourself on the subject. 

"There is nothing to say. I'll talk to Rick about it tomorrow, keep it for yourself." 

He nodded. He didn't want to push you. You run your hand through his hair one last time and exhale loudly. 

"Go get some rest, you need this. If you need to talk about anything at some point, i am here do not hesitate. Well, now i am going to get drunk with Michonne." You told him before kissing his cheek in an outpouring of bravery. 

Before he could say anything, you left the room. A single tear dropping from your eyes, quickly wiped with the back of your hand.

Hello, thank you all for the nice return on my other works. I come up with this idea in my head. I am not sure everything stick to the original storyline, let assume it does. 

Hope you will like this one, i am not sure really but i spent hours on this one. If there is any problem with this let me know, i will do my best to work better next time. I have some doubt as usua for everything that concerns details and emotion, if you have any advice do tell me. And i do have an idea for a next part to this. Let me know if you interested to know more. 

I really hope you will like this one. 

Meanwhile, have a very nice day love to you all!🤎

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The Wanderers: Negan Smith- Controlled

Pairing: Negan Smith x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Fighting before hand, the saviors, fantasy, BDSM(18+)

Summary: Finally Negan and the reader have started talking to each other again. Things are solved with all black.

A/n-@firefly-graphics for dividers!

WC: 2.2k

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2 weeks ago 

"Fucking Jesus Y/n!" Negan said as he walked around the bedroom. The slamming of the bedroom door startled me, and then Negans voice came ringing through.'Fucking what do you want Negan?' I thought to myself as I rounded the corner. The corner of which Negan was standing. Leaning into the side of the door frame. 

Arms crossed and a look of impatient anger. That dic(k)tating look he gave to all his servants that never did what he wanted them to do. That same dictating look he gave all his play things. "What the fuck have I been hearing around here?" Negan said to me as I tried to push past him. Our shoulders brushed which sent a shiver down my spine. 

“Don’t you just walk away from me little girl.” He said turning the same violent anger showing on his features. “What do you want me to say, Negan?” I questioned, he stood expressionless. Stern features looking almost past me. The tank top I was wear of course wasn’t covering my shoulders, or my neck. 

“I want you to tell me what the fuck that is?” Negan said pointing, while walking towards me. It was that pointing where you felt like you were being incriminated for something that you had nothing to do with. Well that’s acutally wrong. 

I knew exactly why he was pointing that accusing finger towards me. Towards my neck towards every part of my body. His finger poked into the side of my neck. The bruised flesh hurt as he stuck his finger further into my skin. “Well, I’d say that it’s a hickey.” I said point blankly. An arched brow came quickly across Negan’s face. 

“So it’s all true. You’re fucking around behind my back.” He said. It was my turn to blankly look at Negan. “So the rumors are true. Who was it that you were out there fucking?!” He started yelling, screaming at the tops at his lungs. I was out there, “What gives you the right to go around sharing what is mine?” Negan questioned. I just stood there, “What gives me the right? What gives you the right Negan? You’re all high and might with your Napoleon complex that YOU go whoring around with any women in this damn comple!”

 My face was redder than it had ever been, and my voice was gone. I never yelled but Negan always had this great abilit to grow the rage within me. “Me whoring around?” Negan was more then pissed to be accused of anything, of anything he felt he of course had the right to do. “I can do whatever I please, I run this place, I make sure you ungrateful hounds are happy and safe.” Negan said all while pacing around the room. Finally he stopped at the bedrooms doorway, he looked at me with a sort of utter shame. Walking out was the last thing I thought he would do. 

Now here we are 2 weeks later without much more then a few words spoken between us. The most we had spoken to each other was a simple hello, and good bye in passing. The complex could feel the raw tension between two of us. I’m not sure how we ended up in the same room together, but we did. 

There had been a party one set up by Negan of course. Nothing to dramatic just a damn black and white dressed party. I was invited, and I went. The reason I went I have not a clue. Maybe the invite was the reason why or maybe I just wanted more proof that Negan was the shit head I had seen him out to be. 

I got dressed, a skimpy black dress that barely covered the curves of my ass. Tights that thankfully didn’t have a single tear in them. I slid them up my legs, it wasn’t hot nor cold outside. The right tempature. On a run months ago Negan had found what he had claimed was the holt grail of that outing. 

Black heels. A simple stiletto. A sexy, atractive heel that made me look even more sexy then I already was. I walked in, and like i thought Negan had a whole slew of girls crowded around him. I rolled my eyes, the alcoholic bervarges would hold me over until this shit show was over, but before I could even get a drink in. 

Before Negan was right there, hand on my lower back. “What are you doing here dressed all like this darling.” Negan questioned as his hand went lower to curve of my ass. “I’m here to have a party and stay the fuck away from you Negan.” I said turning quickly and without my drink. 

The night went on and every time I looked in his direction he was looking at me even though there was a crowd. His eyes were on me. I danced the drinks in me were making me more loose, the crowded start to thin. Again another look from Negan. Those hazel eyes looking at me with such an animalistic way.

That’s we ended up back our bedroom door. Back at the way that everything was only a few weeks ago. Negan’s hands stayed on my body until we made it to our bedroom door. “Negan?” It was breathless, a question on if we were really doing this, or if it was just the alcohol. He gave me nothing in response besides a low growl. 

The growl I think was the start of it. The second we made it inside that room. Negans hands had a mind of their own. His hands slip behind my neck and let my neck fall back as his lips made thier way towards the supple skin. The desk that was neatly put together was ruined as Negan slammed my body agasint the hard wood table. 

No words were spoken as our lips moved together in perfect unison.My hair was becoming loose, and Negans hand was helping that matter. My dress had made it’s way off of my body. I was bare underneath. The only thing covering me was a pair of black panties, thoses tights, and heels. He stared in awe. 

“Look at you waiting for me to take those tits in my mouth. You did this all for me?” Negan asked, as his grip around my neck loosened and it traveled down my shoulder to my breasts. I didn’t say anything I just watched and felt in awe. 

Negan as the roughest hands, but the most definitely those hands were calculated. Making all the right moves, as they tweaked at my hard nipples. He was doing everything right. As he grabbed at one of my breasts he makes sure to keep me looking at him. His other hand wrapping around the front of my neck. He squeezes with a force of nature and keeps me on the edge of moaning and lust. He takes his time wit every move. 

In one swell sweep Negan and taken my breasts from his mouth. Picked me up and brought our lips together as he walked the both of us blindly towards the bed. When he laid me down the first thing to leave my body was the tights. It wasn’t actually leaving my body more being ripped down. A hole just being enough for Negan to start playing with the sensitive skin in between my thighs. 

The more he played with my skin, leaving soft touches and wet kisses. The more my black panties grew darker, wetter. His fingers grazed teasingly over the wet spot. My moans were out of control, I was barely able to catch my breath. None of my words came out right. 

“Neg… Neg Plese just please let me cum!” It was breathless, and tired words that fell from my lips. “I don’t think I will. I wanna feel you around me when I cum so deep in you can’t handle it. I wanna see you drip like a faucet full of me just you’re supposed to darling.” Negan said as he struggled to get his jeans off. As he pushed my wet panties off to the side. 

He was never gently when he first slid in. Every move was calculated and he knew my body like the back of his hand. He knows what buttons to push and when to do it. His thursts were rough with no mercy. No mercy for my shaking legs, no mercy for the aching feel between my thighs. Or the redness that was caused by the slapping of our skin together. 

Negan took what he wanted and tonight I was to drunk on both passion and alochol to fight it. I liked the way he felt when it was a burning passion fucking. Negan took control of my body and did with what he wanted. “What do you want? Hmm, Darling. You want me fill you up?” He asked as his thursts began to flutter. 

It was a scramble of words in my mind.I wanted to scream out in pleasure. I couldn’t feel my wrist anymore, the sheets were so squeezed between my fingers. Negans hands were placed and stayed on my hips. “Fu- Fuck Negan. I think… “ My words just started to string off. Nothing was worth wasting the breathe on it when all I could think about was the feeling of Negan cock sliding in and out at this vigouris pace. The type that felt like fire but had a great after effect. 

Negan moved my legs as he continued to thrust into me. Crossing my ankles the heels clicking together and throwing them over one of his shoulder. The pressur caused from my legs being crossed made everything tighter. His cock felt bigger, as my walls clamped down on him. He groaned as he tried to find a better, faster rhythm. 

He was at a lost of words, his eyes stayed connected to mine. My lungs were burning and my brain was foggy. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. “Are you there yet love?” Negan asked through heavy grunts. And painful grip on my hip bones to keep his thrusts steady as possible. My heavy eyes opened at the sound of Negan’s voice, “I’m close doll, and we’re cumming together tonight.” Negan declared. I gave a weak shake of my head, and Negan picked up the speed, taking one hand from my hip. Playing with my clit. It was an overstimulation of everything. 

The sound of our skin slapping together, the way my skin felt like fire, Negans rough palms on my skin, and finally his thumb doing figure eights around my clit. I couldn’t help it and reached out for Negan. His other hand falling from my hips and clasping together with my hand. 

Finger interlocked as I arched my back into the euphoria. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and Negan groaned into my neck. Our breathes falling into and out with no synce. I laid their the weight of Negan not registering. Everything was foggy around me, except for the way that Negan and my hands were still tightly grasped on to each other. The way that I missed that feeling. After a few moments I could hear the mumbling of Negans voice, it was light and breathy but I couldn’t figure out what he was saying. 

“Love?” 

“Darling?” 

“Y/n, you here with me still?” Negan finally asked me. I hummed taking a long sigh. “Are you sure? Your skin is on fire right now.” Negan questioned. “Yeah I’m fine Negan. I think I died and came back to life just now.” I said through a horse voice. Negan slipped on a pair of sweats and climbed back over me, pampering me with short kisses on my raw and warm skin. “That feels nice Negan.” I whined. 

Inbetween kissing my skin Negan was talking to me. “I know what I said a few weeks ago wasn’t the right thing. Not a very manly thing.” He said, another kiss to my belly. “I know that you would have never acted out if it weren’t for my action.” Negan said, a kiss to my ribs. He stayed away from my sensitive breasts. “I know that I was wrong now. I didn’t realize it before.” Negan whispered against my skin, cause goosebumps to follow. He kissed my shoulder. Finally he was right there infront of me. Our faces only a few inches apart. His eyes are bright, calm, and insecure for a split second. He was so open right now. 

“I’m sorry.” Negan said, “I’m sorry I’m such a fucking idiot Y/n. I’m sorry I pushed you so far that you” I couldn’t help but grab him and bring him close to my lips. Kissing him with all that power of passion. When we split from our passionate kiss, “It’s alright, we both fucked up, and we are both fucked up people. So let’s just be fucked up together Negan.” I said. Our foreheads against each other. “Yeah, Y/n.. Together from now right?” Negan asked me. I just hummed and enjoyed the presence of Negan above me.

Completed on: 08/26/22

Posted on: 08/27/22

The Wanderers

[theteasetwrites]

What's your thoughts on Daryl being a racist at the beginning of the show? Or how when he drove that truck into The Sanctuary he knew the first floor was where the innocent families were along with the children. So he killed so many innocent families and children to try to kill Negan. Do you think that was justified? They showed the first floor was where the innocent people were and not the saviors. Even how negan mentioned to Carl that even he knew innocent children were in the Sanctuary. Do you find those actions justifiable?

ok this is a really great question and i love talking about this stuff!

disclaimer: i am white. i probably shouldn’t even speak on this subject but this is simply my perspective of daryl! i am aware that i cannot decide what is and isn’t racist, but this is simply my opinion so take it or leave it.

to answer your first question, i think daryl did say racist things in the beginning (i believe there was one thing in season 1 and one thing in season 2, both directed towards glenn, but i could be missing something), but the fact that he so quickly unlearned that mentality which had no doubt been taught to him says a lot about his character and how deep down, he himself was probably not a racist, but his words were. i think his actions speak louder than his words, because he clearly cared for every member of his group.

i think he began to see people of different races (glenn, t-dog) as family, and he no longer had that influence of merle to dictate his outlook. i think that daryl was being racist because that was simply how he was raised, i don’t think this ideology was as deeply ingrained in him as with merle, who we see is ten times worse than daryl, and i have no problem saying that merle genuinely is racist based on his treatment of t-dog and the sheer amount of times he says racist things. the fact that daryl quickly began to see non-white characters as real, important and worthwhile people who he cared about shows that daryl did overcome this mentality.

he grew up in the deep south surrounded by people who definitely were racist, so it’s not surprising that he picked up that rhetoric because it was all he knew. i am willing to bet that daryl is also relatively uneducated (this isn’t to say he’s not smart!! daryl is smart as hell but i don’t think he got the best education and he definitely didn’t go to college, which is where a lot of people unlearn bigoted beliefs), so while all this doesn’t at all EXCUSE his racist sentiments in season 1 and 2, i do think it explains how deeply ingrained this mentality was.

and again, we see evidence through his actions of how quickly he unlearned this—he saved t-dog (who he even saw as partially responsible in merle’s assumed death) in season 2 without hesitation, and he clearly cared for glenn in season 1 when the vatos kidnapped him. i think daryl’s words were of course hurtful and based in racism, but i also find that daryl’s character is too complex to just give the “RACIST” label to. i think the fact that daryl so quickly adapted to treating non-white characters with the respect they deserve speaks more volumes than the two things he said. of course those were still awful things to say, don’t get me wrong, but we have to consider the larger context of how he cares for these people. a truly racist person would let their bigotry get in the way of caring for anyone who is not their race.

so basically, i think daryl said some racist things but i think calling him racist as a whole is too reductive because there’s more going on there.

i’ve also seen people saying that daryl riding merle’s SS motorcycle proves he’s racist which… first of all, it’s an apocalypse and it’s the only bike he has like he’s gonna ride it. i also have seen the argument that daryl is inherently racist for caring about merle. merle is his brother to whom he probably has an unhealthy attachment, based on what we know of how he manipulated him. daryl was abused by his father but i don’t think it’s a stretch to say he was also mentally abused by his brother, so of course he had loyalty to him despite how horrible merle’s views and actions were. basically, i think those “arguments” are ridiculously short-sighted and a disservice to daryl’s character.

oh and i’ve ALSO seen people reduce daryl’s entire arc to him becoming not racist and… if you think that’s all there is to him, you watched the how with your asshole facing the screen. or at the very least, you don’t know enough about daryl as a character to even speak on him.

ok now, daryl’s decision to drive the truck into the sanctuary, letting in a herd of walkers with the intention to drive the saviors out… i think this was a very impulsive decision that was fueled by daryl’s pure hatred for the saviors and everything they did. we have to remember that daryl himself did suffer torture by the saviors. he was locked up by them for days, made to sit in a room naked and to eat DOG FOOD. he was sleeping next to his own vomit and probably, sorry, piss and shit. not to be that guy, but i wouldn’t be surprised if this paralleled his experiences of abuse as a child. it’s possible he felt like a scared, helpless child, like he had at the hands of his own father. this experience was HORRIBLE for him. we don’t talk enough about that.

so, i think this experience clouded his judgment. plus, he was blaming himself for the death of glenn, and that fueled him more—he wanted to get this done because he wanted to avenge glenn in whatever way he could. in season 8, i think daryl was just fucking out for blood. he didn’t care about morals when it came to the saviors, and he was done following rick’s rules because he was too slow for his liking. do i think this was smart? not particularly, but when you’re in that state of mind, that’s what happens. you do things without thinking them through.

i don’t think daryl is a bad person for driving the truck into the sanctuary. i think he was hurt and angry as hell, and i think he had a right to feel that way. i don’t even know if i would say he shouldn’t have done it, because in my opinion, sometimes rick’s rule is too tyrannical and people need to go against him. plus, if i recall, i believe daryl’s actions ultimately did help. i am not sure on that tho, i am about to rewatch season 8 so we shall see if that’s true.

ok… i am done now. thank you so much for your question! i love discussing daryl’s character like this 🥰

[hypermania]

I stopped watching the walking dead at the end of season 8 and only know what happens after that from seeing other people post about it when it was airing and there was so much negativity so it’s really interesting to see you watching it now and seeming to have mostly positive thoughts. Do you think watching it after the fact helped or am I totally misreading your feelings? 

this is a very funny ask to receive because i feel like all i've done is complain about how bad the show became starting around 7x01 but apparently all of my complaining has been confined to other spaces haha. i do, however, think that not having to wait and watch week-to-week helped me get through it and enjoy it more than i would've if i'd still been watching it live, but even the ability to binge it can't fix what i think are the show's three fatal flaws:

1. negan—i know this is an unpopular opinion but negan is one of the worst things to happen to the show. he takes up so much space and energy and yet the show never fully commits to actually doing anything with him. in s7 they literally bashed us over the head with his villainy and it was boring. his monologues were supposed to be menacing; they were supposed to make us scared to find out what he was capable of, but all they really turned out to be were long and corny and so fucking frequent that you couldn't help but tune out. i didn't need to hear him monologue about being an asshole to know he was cruel. i got that perfectly fine from his actions and the actions of the people who worked for him.

and he was cruel, in a way no other villain on the show was, but the show so desperately wanted to keep jdm around that they shot themselves in the foot by trying to pull back on the cruelty. yeah sure negan will bash several people's brains out with a baseball bat just for fun in front of a child but he would never lay a finger on that child. no, no, he didn't threaten the kid. he was just bonding with him.

yeah sure negan will force women's hands so that they feel there's no other option than to marry him and therefore sleep with him but he'll kill a blatant rapist. don't you get it? he's evil and you should fear him (but forget all that because he's totally redeemable).

yeah sure he'll help burn hilltop to the ground but don't you see he's actually on your side. like?? it's not nuance or moral complexity or shades of gray. it's just bad writing so that jdm can stick around, despite there being zero reason for negan to still be around. negan is responsible for so much damage and loss of life (and loss of potential in the form of community building) that it is unconscionable to me that he can ever show his face among any of the survivors. he wasn't a compelling villain and he's somehow an even less compelling reluctant ally. let maggie kill him already. at least there'd be a little catharsis in that.

2. rapid world expansion—this is difficult because long-running shows need world expansion to keep from becoming stale and repetitive but you have to strike a balance between expanding the sandbox and straight up changing the sandbox. i think the show did a really good job of opening up the world in the first six seasons. everything up to and including alexandria felt real and grounded in the world that they had established. in atlanta (and the outskirts of) they were such a small group and operating within such a limited amount of space that it made sense whenever they came across new places and/or new people (the farm, the prison, woodbury, grady memorial, terminus, etc). and then making the pilgrimage up to dc and finding alexandria all made sense as well. they spent time establishing what alexandria was and how it came to be.

but that explanation relied heavily on the idea that alexandria was isolated (i mean, aaron had to go out and travel just to recruit people ffs). so when you then add in the kingdom, hilltop, the saviors, the scavengers, oceanside, etc. you're saying, "actually there is a giant interwoven network of communities all around that somehow just magically never crossed paths with alexandria, not even when they were dealing with the gigantic horde that should've threatened all of them." and it makes no sense. and then add to that the commonwealth, the whisperers, and whatever the fuck the crm is. it's just too much. and none of those places they added in are ever really established in any meaningful way, with any real connection to our protagonists.

the commonwealth is the worst example of this. it's a a community of fifty-thousand people, most of whom seem to be completely out of touch with the reality of the apocalypse, and it's never really explained how. how do they keep walkers out? how do they have plumbing? how do they have electricity? how is noise not an issue? where is the food coming from? the weapons and ammunition? what were they doing with the train cars at the beginning because it seems like actually they accept everyone? why were they so suspicious? none of it's ever explained past a few comments and vague allusions here and there. they just plucked us out of the zombie apocalypse and plopped us into a dystopian society and said, "have fun at your new playground!" and i'm sorry but i'm not having fun. this is not the playground i signed up for.

3. rapid cast expansion—this one goes hand in hand with the world expansion. the show needs to add in new characters to replace departing characters and to introduce new and fresh dynamics but it's important that those characters matter in relation to their connection to the found family the show's been establishing for 5+ seasons. in my opinion, the last time the show successfully added new characters to the group was when they introduced abraham, rosita, and eugene (*there's a notable exception of 1.5 characters to this but i'll get to that in a second).

it's not that i don't like any of the characters they add after that, it's that none of them feel like family. none of them ever feel fully integrated into the group or fully realized as character in their own right. they're just... there. i like ezekiel and enid and jerry and princess and connie etc but they just don't matter. they're just people who also exist. the thread that ties them to the group i care about is a shared living space and desire to survive, not anything they've actually been through together. and that's kind of stupid because they've been through a lot together (fighting the saviors, building their communities, the whisperers, the stuff at the commonwealth, etc). it just doesn't feel like it because they're all so spread out geographically (due to the rapid world expansion) and because their connections aren't really to the family, but to the communities at large. and that doesn't work on a character-driven show.

*the exceptions to this are, in my opinion, dwight and maybe jesus. dwight is the only later seasons character that the show puts any effort into actually making me root for. some of that's because he starts out as an antagonist and therefore has to redeem himself but a lot of it is because he does actually redeem himself. i understand why he did everything horrible he did in the first place and i sympathize with it, but then i also watched him put his own life on the line over and over and over again simply because it was the right thing to do. dwight was held more accountable for his actions than any other single character in the history of the entire freaking show and despite proving himself, they still send him away just so they don't have to look at his face. and i know it was because he was going over to FTWD but damn does that suck because he's one of the only later seasons characters that actually feels fully developed.

i have some thoughts about jesus as a character and why he feels more fully integrated and realized than, say, gabriel or aaron but they're still very jumbled so i'm not going to get into it right now.

anyway, the point is that there are all these characters that the show is telling me matter and are important to my characters but they don't ever give me a reason to believe that beyond the fact that they just all happen to be on the same side.

so. yeah. i don't like the show anywhere near as much as it probably seems like i do and those three issues are the main reasons why. i have smaller gripes too (eugene never being held accountable for anything ever, rosita dying, michonne leaving her children, etc) but they're not structural issues, you know?

and despite having said all of this, i immediately started rewatching as soon as i got to the end because i do really love the found family of it all.

[wrxthfulguard]

I want Don to be a character that makes everyone questions morality, of a man so torn mentally by his own past that he resorts to violence as a symbolic method of ‘justice’... His Messiah complex is something to take seriously because it can resort to a murderous mindset if left untreated.

I still question if he himself can be redeemed, because he refuses to be redeemed until Negan is erased by his hands, that he refuses because it would leave his mission to end injustice and corruption unfinished.

He wants to be better, but he’s stained his hands with enough blood to prove otherwise... He doesn’t want to be a hero, a ‘savior’... He just wants a better life after the Hell he’s been through in his past.

[wordstro]

i can’t even begin to describe how obsessed i am with the san apocalypse au. i normally don’t read a series until it’s complete because i have absolutely no patience but once i started reading i could not stop. your writing is INSANE!!! i have this whole entire world in my head where i can see every chapter playing out. even the way you described each member of ateez before you revealed who they actually where, i would be like ‘oh that’s yeosang or that’s seonghwa.’ i LOVE how fleshed out each of the characters are especially hongjoong. i can’t wait to see how the rest of his story plays out and how the rest of the members fit into his story. at first i thought to myself how could anybody turn into such an evil person but after he started talking about his backstory and how it’s been four years since the world ended i started to understand him in a way? it reminds me of the walking dead and how you see the changes in the characters after each season goes by and how they can’t afford to see the best in anyone anymore. i know it sounds horrible but it makes sense how once you’re taken in by hongjoong and seonghwa that you either stay and work or they sacrifice you to the fog. because what happens when somebody leaves and they decide they want to take the prison for themselves or the whole community falls apart because word gets out about what they do? idk if you watch the walking dead but hongjoongs community reminds me of the saviors/negan in a way. once they were introduced a whole conversation started about if the audience saw negan’s whole backstory and how he created his compound we would probably see rick and his gang as the bad guys and not the other way around. i’m not saying that the way that joong/hwa and negan run their communities is acceptable in anyway shape or form but i can understand why they do. we all want to think that we would be like y/n if the world were to actually fall apart but that likely wouldn’t be the case. i mean it’s been four years. when that got revealed i was thinking in my head ‘wait san is right, how were they able to survive? how have they not gotten killed by trusting the wrong person yet?’ anyways i hope i don’t sound like an actual psychopath by saying i can understand these characters lmao. and i’m sorry this was so long but i can’t help myself with how amazing your writing is!! also i really hope my sweet boy jongho goes with y/n and the gang when they hopefully eventually escape.

please never apologize for long messages!!! i love it so much thank you 😫❤️

omg you’re so kind 😭 i’m always a little insecure about writing too much or with too many words and flowery prose or useless words so this makes me soooo freaking happy thank u

it’s funny you bring up the walking dead though because i used to be absolutely obsessed with that show and it’s shaped a lot of my views when it comes to writing any type of post apocalyptic world. the grey area conflicts was SO good. so many moments have stuck with me from that show. i DID actually draw inspiration from the walking dead and how they saw the saviors compound! like it’s that combined with how cult leaders run their communes (i.e. seonghwa’s god complex). it’s an interesting combo and it is unfortunately understandable that dictatorships and militaristic type societies would rise after a community falls apart. it’s scary but it makes so much sense. so you don’t sound like a psychopath hahaha sometimes it makes sense even if it’s a shitty predicament 😭

yeah!!! those four years i think explains a lot. yn got lucky (unlucky?) that they did not meet too many ppl during that time, but everyone else DID and backstories like hongjoong’s is way too common. unfortunately san doesn’t know how isolated yn was which i think is going to be very… inch resting of a conversation.

also jongho is the sweetest boy!!!

yn (everyone) is like: i’ve only known jongho for a day and a half but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[ravenrose18]

Crossbow Love

Chapter 14- An Unexpected Friend

Short Chapter

Raven quickly hides in an unused room she locks the door behind her and goes into the bathroom finding bandages to cover her cut. Simon circles the corridors, knowing that if he finds her he needs to get out of there fast. That he can't go back because Negan will kill him. Raven looks in the mirror breathing heavily and sees the blood soaking the bandage and grips the sink and looks down trying to calm herself. She needs to be ready to fight to kill walkers or any Savior for her to escape.

The door to the room opens and there stands Simon. "Raven," He says looking around Raven has a knife in her hand, gripping it and being ready to attack, and then she sees Simon. "Simon. What are you doing?" She questions "Come on, I'll get you out of here, I'll take you to them," He says coming closer to you "I won't hurt you, I promise," He says, Raven steps away from him and shakes her head "He'll kill you if he finds out I can make it out on my own." She says "I'd rather die by Negan's hand than lose my balls to Daryl, you don't know this place, I know how to get you out," He says.

Raven looks at him unsure and looks into his eyes "I found an exit but walkers are surrounding this place there is no way out." She says "I'll bandage you up and walk you out, come on we don't have time," He says. Raven grabs his arm and nods as she knows she's getting weaker as she's losing blood. "Did you tell Daryl I was okay?" She asks "Yes," He nods. Simon quickly stops her bleeding, seals the wound with plasters, applies a lot of gauze, and wraps it with a bandage. Raven smiles softly tears up and hugs him after he bandages her up. "There will be time for tenderness later, but now let's get out of here while Negan has a meeting and isn't looking for you." He says.

Raven looks at him and nods "Why would he want me? He has multiple wives." She asks "This is as revenge for Daryl, he knows that if he has you it will hurt your group and especially Dixon," He says standing behind her back "You have to pretend to be a prisoner, it's the only way I can get you out of here, I'll try not to be violent," He says crossing her arms behind her back and squeezes them. Raven nods and does as she is told and when they see other Saviors she pretends to struggle in his arms to keep the act up. "Negan is in the conference room" One of them speaks up "I know" Simon nods "He told me to take her to the car because he's getting out of here," He says pulling her towards the garage under the whole building complex.

Raven keeps walking and keeps her head down and her eyes straight down making sure she follows him without showing suspicions. Simon opens one of the car doors and pushes her into the car "Lie down on the seat so no one can see you" He says looking around the garage. Raven nods and lays down and keeps herself hidden and she just closes her eyes. Simon opens the garage door and looks around to make sure it's safe. When he's sure there are only a few Saviors around, he opens the door, gets in the car, and drives off with a screech of tires. Raven keeps her head down as soon as they get far enough she sits up and puts her hand on his shoulder. "Simon, I can't thank you enough for sticking your neck out for me. Thank you." She says kissing his cheek softly "We haven't gotten to Rick and his group yet, but you're welcome," He smiles, blushing. "Daryl's lucky to have you." He says.

Raven smiles and blushes thinking about Daryl and tears up. "I didn't want him to see me get hurt like that. But I'm glad I know this group cares to try and rescue me. Simon if Negan finds out he will kill you. And I'm so sorry." She says "All right, I'm aware of that, I know that if he finds me, I'll be dead. That's why I'll take you to them and then I'll disappear." He says. Raven sighs and looks down "But what if he finds you and kills you? You can join our group and fight with us to defeat Negan." She says "I think Daryl doesn't want me around, anyway, and neither does Rick" He shakes his head and turns off into the forest road, there is a car and one motorcycle on the side of the road.

Raven looks at him and outside the car. "After you helped them they would let you join the group. I don't want to have the thought of you being out there and he finds you and kills you because of me." She says staring at him through the rearview mirror. "We'll see Raven." He smiles and stops beside the car. He turns off the engine and clasps his hands on the steering wheel a few times. From behind the carport out of the woods comes Tara, closely followed by Daryl. Raven looks around and sees Tara and then sees Daryl and turns to Simon and smiles at him and tears up and tries to calm herself down. "Go to them" He smiles and gets out of the car standing behind him, he doesn't want to expose himself. He doesn't know how they will react to him, Daryl as soon as he sees her he pushes past Tara to get to her as quickly as possible Raven gets out of the car and sees Daryl tears streaming down her cheek and she puts her hand on the car feeling slightly lightheaded a bit but she quickly walked towards him.

[mediamixs]

The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live, a great horror story that continues in 2024

The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live is an upcoming American post-apocalyptic television series created by Scott M. Gimple and Danai Gurira for AMC. It is set after the conclusion of the original "The Walking Dead" series, with Andrew Lincoln, Danai Gurira, and Pollyanna McIntosh reprising their roles. The series will be the sixth spin-off and overall seventh television series in The Walking Dead franchise. The series was announced in July 2022 by Scott M. Gimple, Andrew Lincoln, and Danai Gurira at San Diego Comic-Con 2022. It was initially titled "The Walking Dead: Rick & Michonne" in April 2023, then retitled to The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live in July 2023.

The love story between Rick and Michonne, changed by a world that is constantly changing, will be the central focus of the series.The series is scheduled to premiere in February 2024 on AMC and AMC+ and will consist of six episodes, intended to be a limited series.

The phrase "We're the ones who live," which inspired the series' title, was first uttered by Rick in Season 5 of the original "The Walking Dead" series.

New cast members include Terry O'Quinn as Beale, Matt Jeffries as Nat, and Lesley-Ann Brandt as Pearl. The series will explore Rick and Michonne's attempt to reunite after years of separation, with Rick having exited the original series after being presumed dead during Season 9.

The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live is scheduled to premiere in February 2024 on AMC and AMC+. The series will consist of six episodes and is intended to be a limited series.

Best Villains

 Here is a list of some of the major villains that have appeared throughout the series:

- The Claimers (Season 4)

- The Reapers (Season 11)

- The Wolves (Season 6)

- Jadis and the Scavengers (Season 7 & 8)

- The Terminus Group (Season 5)

- The Governor (Season 3 & 4)

- Shane Walsh (Season 1 & 2)

- Negan (Season 6 - 11)

- The Saviors (Season 6 - 8)

- The Whisperers (Season 9 - 10)

These are just a few examples of the many villains that have appeared in The Walking Dead series. The show is known for its complex and compelling antagonists, who often pose a greater threat to the main characters than the walkers themselves.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Savior Complex

Savior Complex https://ift.tt/kmadDKi by yesmilady (AMHC) Family drama's a bitch, ain't it? Words: 2934, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Armageddon Again Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Maggie Greene, Enid (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Claire Novak, Michonne (Walking Dead), Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Jesus (Walking Dead), Rosita Espinosa, Sasha Williams (Walking Dead) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Rick Grimes/Michonne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Mystery, Action/Adventure, Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/cvtIr29 June 18, 2023 at 12:48PM

[ophelia-jones]

Thorns part 8

Lacey was back in the room she had once been so grateful for. She had earned her place in the saviors. Negan had put her through so much shit trying to break her, but he didn't know she had been forged in fire years before the dead began to walk.  Her old man had been on disability for a bad back - but his back wasn't his real problem; his real problem came in a bottle. A liquor bottle, a pill bottle - he was a real multi-tasker.

Her mom had gotten sick when Lacey was just a baby, and her older brothers had more or less raised her. They were only boys - 6 and 8 when she was born. They did the best they could. Most of the things they had came from the dumpster outside of the local thrift shop. Things that weren't good enough for goodwill, but they were better than nothing at all which is what they had. 

The other kids at school called them white trash or avoided them altogether. The few of them that did give them the time of day were ordered not to by their parents usually. It was a lonely existence, but at least they had each other.

When their dad got it together long enough, he would take them hunting and fishing. Once or twice they had gone camping - but it wasn't far off from the way they lived every day, and at the campground there were too many eyes on them for comfort. One time some things came up missing and Jamie and Brandon were accused of being the ones who took them. Dad had packed them up and taken them home after that, giving them a whipping with a green switch he cut off a tree.  He disappeared into his room with a six pack and watched tv for the rest of the weekend. 

Lacey hadn't realized other parents didn't lock themselves in their rooms for long stretches, forgetting to feed their children. 

Brand got a job when he was sixteen, flipping burgers at the local dairy queen rip-off restaurant that was only open for a few summer months. There was one in just about every little northern Michigan town, specializing in fried food and soft serve.

Things got better for a little while, but when school started again their family felt the pinch that his lack of income brought. It wasn't long before he took up with the local pot dealer, making better money for less work. Jamie, too, decided to take up this venture. Within a couple of years Lacey was helping them with a sizable grow in the run down barn on a neighbors property. She was homebound and wasn't using it anyway, they reasoned. 

It was when she was 16 that she discovered she had a better resource - men would pay good money to look at her. She was dancing at the topless club in the next town before her seventeenth birthday and by the time she was 21 she had built up enough savings to get a place of her own. Before she was 30 she owned the bar. She took better care of her girls, too. Her brothers worked as bouncers, they were brutes and most people were scared at the very sight of them.  They also provided the sort of recreational herbs and pharmaceuticals she couldn't legally sell at the bar.   She lived in a complex and perpetual state of pride and shame. She had made it out of the poverty she had been born into, but in ways that polite society rejected. She had money but she was still white trash.

She was lost in memories of the life before, the things she had thought were important and struggles she thought were brutal back then. She couldn't be bitter about it though, because it had prepared her better than most for this new world. 

She had seen death and violence and cruelty back when the rest of the world was able to look away and pretend it wasn't there. 

She was drawn out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. Before she had a chance to ask who was there, the door swung open and Negan appeared with a tray.

"You skipped dinner." He said, sitting the food down on the bed beside her.

"I'm not hungry." She told him.

"C'mon," Negan said playfully, spooning up some mashed potatoes and bringing it to her lips. "Here comes the airplane, open up the hanger." She blinked at him but refused to play his game.

"Don't make me do the airplane noises." He teased with a crooked grin. She bit her cheek, irritated that she could be amused by the man she had witnessed commit murder just hours ago. The man who was effectively holding her prisoner. 

"Oh, I saw that! You know you want to smile. You can't help it, I'm adorable." He joked and Lacey couldn't hold it back any longer. She covered her eyes with one hand and laughed despite herself. 

"You're a fucking lunatic." She told him.

"You love it." He grinned, putting the spoon down on the plate. "I've missed you. You are the only person who gets away with talking to me like that." He reached out and ran a strand of her hair between two of his fingers.

"I'm not going to sleep with you, Negan." She told him plainly. She wasn't arguing with him or being rude, simply stating a fact. He chuckled softly. 

"You're the one who can't stop thinking about it. I never said a word." He grinned, nudging the tray toward her.

"Why do you let me talk to you the way no one else can?" She asked, picking the spoon up and taking small tastes of the mashed potatoes and gravy. There were chunks of meat in it she couldn't quite identify. Beef from a can or jar, maybe. Negan's eyes grew distant and he looked down at the bedspread beneath his hand.

"You remind me of someone. Someone special." He told her in a moment of sincerity which surprised even himself, she suspected. She didn't know what to say, so for a long time she didn't say anything. She managed to eat more than half of the meal he'd brought before he found his voice again. 

"Were you so convinced I would kill you? Is that really why you didn't come back?" He cocked his head to one side and studied her closely.

"I knew I couldn't rule it out." She replied with a slight nod, but she couldn't meet his eyes.

"Yes, you could've. I'm telling you, right now, you could have known I wouldn't hurt you." He told her, his voice not much more than a low grumble. 

"I've seen your rage, Negan. And I know that you believe any sign of weakness will bring about suffering for the people you have promised to look after. If everyone here believed I ran off to join the only group that has been able to put a dent in your shining armor, how could you not kill me?" She sighed.

"Because they will believe what I tell them. My word is law." He stared down at Lacey. "You should have had more faith. After all, you're the one always telling me 'you're better than this'. Was that just smoke you were blowing up my ass?" 

"No." She admitted. 

"Then what was it? Why didn't you find a way back, to tell me what had happened? Don't tell me its those idealists you took up with. You don't buy into all of that 'peaceful rebuilding' communist bullshit. I know you better than that."

"I don't know. I mean, maybe there is something to it. Rick says there has to be something more, something to move toward instead of all the last man standing bullshit humanity has always done. I used to think the survival of the fittest stuff was how we built everything we had achieved but maybe it was what led to our downfall. Maybe …" she sighed and lay back against her pillows, her wavy brown hair pillowing behind her head and shoulders. "Maybe it's just the pregnancy hormones changing my brain." 

Negan smiled at that and reached out and rested a hand on her subtle baby bump.

"Is he moving yet?" He asked, and the way he looked at her nearly tore Lacey's heart out. If she were young and naive she would have mistaken that look for love. 

"No. I get my appetite once in awhile again though. Thats a good sign. She isn't making me throw up all the time anymore." She rested her own hand beside his. "Their doctor said everything is normal enough." She assured him.

"Well, I'll still send our guy up to check you out tomorrow. Just to be safe." He told her as he rose and stretched his long, lean form. She nodded in agreement. 

"Negan?" She spoke as he stepped out the door. He turned and raised his eyebrows at her questioningly.  "Thank you."

"For what?" He arched a jet black eyebrow at her. 

"Believing me, I guess. For … protecting me. I know you are always saying you want to, but until real recently no one has ever followed through on that." She told him before rolling over onto her left side and tucking a pillow  between her legs.  She was suddenly exhausted. Negan smiled to himself slightly as he closed her door behind himself

[dregdens]

  there’s a great amount of sorrow lingering across alexandria, heard from the bell tower of death.  glenn’s passing stretched across each yard, condolences given like passing a verbal plague.  it’s wasting away his pride to admit he’d bitten off more than he could chew in compromise for the hilltop.  he feels bare.  exposed & vulnerable, his safety & the others hanging by a thread of leadership that he doesn’t own anymore.  negan does.  negan owns everything.  (negan owns us.)

  padmé’s words cause a tiresome & gut-wrenching sigh to depart from rick’s mouth.  the back of his hand is wiped across his forehead, the beads of sweat residing at his hairline disappearing.  the blood from glenn & abraham’s corpses still lives beneath his fingernails, a reminder of the previous night’s events.  (every time he closes his eyes, he’s greeted with their faces— blood & gore painting the cement beneath their knees, lifeless eyes & corpses.  their deaths are his doing.)

  ❝  what do y’want me to do, padmé?  drive up to the savior’s complex and shoot ‘em all dead?  kill negan right now?  everything belongs to negan.  he made it clear to...  us last night.  ❞    his tone is laced with distress, rick’s facial expression reflecting something similar.  cerulean hues flutter shut before inhaling a deep breath.    

  ❝  he’s won.  burnin’ the city worked for him.  we’ve gotta’ accept it before he kills another of us.  you want him to come him next week & kill somebody else because we didn’t meet his quota?  ❞

@exitiosae​

[wrathfulmercy]

Headcanon meme SWF #4, #5 and #8 and for NSFW #1, #3 and #10 ^__^

Headcanon ship meme from here

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4. Playful/silly headcanon

They definitely tease each other A LOT. I mean everyone who knows Negan and their dynamic knows that this must happen. Negan will probably tease him in the worst moments where Rick tries to stay serious, but Rick will love his humor endlessly. To get revenge Rick will be super clingy with him or cheezy and kiss his neck or jump him just to annoy him.

5. Night in headcanon

Negan would cook (or they order), Rick would choose a movie and snacks, but in the end they won’t watch the screen but end in and on top of each other. They will watch the stars on the balcony and tell each other secrets, probably share a cigar and talk about darkest emotions they usually hide. Maybe there’s also some music involved and dancing, cause Rick loves to do that whenever he hears a nice song. If Negan is cooking, Rick would probably approach him with dance moves and distract him from it just to be close to him without saying it.

8. Sleeping headcanon

Rick is clingy when he sleeps. He either will lay on Negans chest to caress his small hairs there or trace his fingers along his tattoos, or he will hold onto his hands when Negan takes him in his arms from behind. He craves physical contact and even if he wouldn’t admit that or tries to act like the tough one who doesn’t want to cuddle, he would wait for Negan to fall asleep and then cuddle against him. He needs that a lot. Of course he would take Negan as the little spoon as well, but it’s more likely that Rick will be in his arms I guess.

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1. Positions/locations headcanon

EVERY LOCATION. Really, even if Rick sometimes seems like a shy boy, he loves having sex anywhere. It depends on the mood for him and Negan is someone who triggers his need a lot. So wherever it happens, it happens. But there are probably some favorite locations for him, like on the big balcony of Negans home or in his elevator and of course classical the bed. And probably on the piano and in front of a fire place 👀 and on events 😂 did I mention everywhere? Oh and positions: He loves to be taken from behind from Negan, even if he never imagined that for himself cause of his inner control freak. But with Negan it’s different, he is allowed to control him and take over and somehow that turns Rick on. But besides that he’s very classic cause he wants to look into his lovers eyes and feel his breath on his skin, so missionary or riding him would be probably a thing too.

3. Favourite kinks/fantasies/toys

I don’t think they use a lot of toys, they love it too much to spoil the other with their own body. The only things they probably use are different kind of ropes, handcuffs and maybe ice cubes and things like that. Rick doesn’t have a certain kink but he likes being dominated as well as dominating himself sometimes. Even if he doesn’t say it, he’s a very romantic guy and has probably more kinks in that way, like looking into the others eyes or seeing his face through a mirror or over his shoulder cause he always wants to know who is with him and keep a kind of control. But when he trusts Negan more, he would like to give up control and let him lead a little. A bit of BDSM and spanking or pain infliction or blindfolding and being restrained is surely not something he would mind 👀

10. Aftercare/afterwards headcanon

Rick loves aftercare especially when it’s cuddling. He wouldn’t fall asleep right away even if he would be very exhausted from a long night 👀 he just adores looking at his lover too much that he’s scared to miss a thing and will probably try to stay awake even if his eyes close already. Besides that he doesn’t mind staying in juices or messes, he kinda likes the aftermath of sex cause it reminds him the next morning what happened and it’s the only time he forgets about his control addiction to have everything tidy immediately. Of course he would love a hot shower or bath after, but sometimes he’s too tired for that and would prefer to cuddle. When sex happens as a quickie out of bed or home, he doesn’t mind there’s no real aftercare but definitely wants sweet kisses and touches of hands after, that’s for sure. Rick is just a very touchy person and needs to be reassured a lot.

@negans-savior-complex

[we-will-begin-again]

👀 for my best girl Lucille😤

Send me 👀 and my muse will confess one dirty thought they’ve had about yours

No longer accepting

There's probably not much that Lucille hasn't already done with Negan but that doesn't mean she doesn't have some thoughts about him. A little dirty thought she's had is the idea of having sex somewhere semi public, back before the turn she thought about the school after hours, now in the apocalypse it's easier to not have privacy than to do so so the sky is the limit. However, she'd rather keep it as a fantasy unless absolutely certain there would be no consequences to it.

[chrmatiica-moved]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐀𝐑𝐂   ?

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨  𝐚𝐫𝐜  /      we  all  know  how  this  story  goes.      when  it  began,  you  were  almost  the  perfect  hero,  but  almost  is  never  enough.      you  lacked  introspection,  or  you  were  too  stubborn  or  vengeful  or  reckless  -  as  reckless  as  the  world  that  helped  to  ruin  you.      you  were  not  perfect,  and  that's  okay.      we  knew  the  story  ended  in  blood  and  we  watched  it  anyway.      we  knew  you  would  die  in  the  end  and  we  still  couldn't  help  but  love  you,  just  a  little  bit.      at  the  very  least,  you  are  more  human  than  a  hero  could  ever  be.

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[rathwiire]

❛     you   really   want   a   sword?   ❜

WEAPON  BASED  SENTENCE   PROMPTS.    //    ACCEPTING.

               ❝  OH COME ON, DON’T BE LIKE THAT    —————  !!    look, i know i made a…    well,  shitty  as  shit  in  shit  on  a  shitting  shit  extravaganza.    but to be fair,    I USUALLY DON’T.    even if i try,    WHICH BY THE WAY I DID.    it just doesn’t ever really work the fuck out.    SO LOOK, I’M SORRY.     i crossed a line with a stupid joke with ya being     THE THICK DICK KNIGHT.     what can i fucking say,    I PLAY TOO MUCH.  ❞          even he knows when to admit when he has run his mouth a bit too much.    it’s  a  nasty  habit  he’s  had  since  as  long  as  he  could  remember,  to  be  quite  honest.     it’s gotten him into trouble more than enough times.     it’s  also  gotten  him  out  of  it  more  times  than  not  though.               ❝  to be honest, i was trying to make a friend here out of you.    THERE I ADMIT IT.    i mean, after all, it’s no fun on your own in this deadass world,    KNOW WHAT I’M SAYIN’ ??    i’m a decent guy… sorta.    you  just  gotta  give  me  a  chance  here,  my  friend.    you can see for yourself.  ❞