The Saviors

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[intricateleader]

Give It All You Got

Cont. ( 𝑿 ) - @helllore

“ How long did it take for you to get to that conclusion? Better yet, how much did it fucking take out of you to admit that shit? “ Negan turned away from the window. The dead continued to meander without their supervision and who knew how long it would take to see their back ends heading far from them. It was time to get comfortable. Sam spoke but only some of what he was saying was being retained to Negan.

The other spoke of his older brother often, as if he were supposed to mean something to Negan. There wasn’t an end to the talk of “hunts” with his brother. He had tried to put a stop by showing disinterest but there was no stopping Sam when he began on this hot topic. A shrug of his shoulders was given to the hunter as he propped himself up against one end of the wall that contained shred of paper maps. “ Look, kid, I ain’t doing this to play dad. I’m saying this to save my ass from becoming an all you can eat buffet. It’s not the smartest choice to open that door and go out thinking you got half an idea of what to do to get to safety. “

Negan exhaled sharply as he lowered his head, Lucille gently swinging at his side and tapping the wall. “ Fuck. Don’t start this shit again, Sam. “ He demanded with a harsh tone. Raising his head to meet the other’s softened gaze, his eyes were almost pleading for this specter of a father to communicate with him. Nothing was felt by Negan. “ You know why you keep losing people? Because you keep thinking you got a fuckin’ answer to everything. Well to this shit storm the only answer is following my law. Follow it...and you just might make it out of this shit, good and alive. Don’t..? and well you may as well go out an’ join that shit storm. ” The savior made his point further by pointing towards their only entrance and exit.

Silence hung heavy in the air following Sam’s comment. There was something that Negan hadn’t bothered to pay attention to before. It clawed inside him and sent a shiver up his spine. His head twitched to the side and he moved away from Sam once more. As if the distance placed between them would cease the feeling, as if it would mean an end to their conversation. “ Well...You’re shit out of luck. He ain’t here and you’ll just -- I’m all you got. “

[intricateleader]

❝ what the fuck? ❞ (thepocketqueer, perhaps that verse we talked abt where Shane's actually loyal?)

✗the fuck? sentence starters (X) // @thepocketqueer // Accepting

“ Take the stick outta your ass, Shane. We were just having some fucking fun back there weren’t we? “ Negan humored, as he did with almost any given situation. Although, truth be told, he did have his boys take it too far with narrowly making an escape from that building full of the dead.

Drawing closer to Shane, Negan draped an arm over the other male’s squared shoulders. “ I mean, come-the-fuck-on! Did you believe I would leave my right-hand man hangin’...? “ The accompanied silence could deter one’s thoughts to thinking that the leader would do just that. “ Fuck No! “

[memes4rp]

✗the fuck? sentence starters

❝ what the fuck is this? ❞ ❝ what the fuck are you doing? ❞ ❝ what the fuck is wrong with you? ❞ ❝ what the fuck’s your problem? ❞ ❝ who the fuck does that? ❞ ❝ where the fuck were you? ❞ ❝ when the fuck did that happen? ❞ ❝ who the fuck do you think you are? ❞ ❝ umm, the fuck? ❞ ❝ why the fuck are you being like this today? ❞ ❝ why the fuck would you say that? ❞ ❝ why the fuck would you do that? ❞ ❝ why the fuck not? ❞ ❝ what the fuck? ❞ ❝ where the fuck is my phone? ❞ ❝ he’s not here, the fuck…❞

[sakura-haruka]

[negansource]

[sakura-haruka]

#Dirty

[themusewhomuses]

               After a while,  DEATH  doesn’t                                                          sound so scary at all

[thepocketqueer]

[ @intricateleader ]

Shane had noticed them setting up a perimeter and got the family he was staying with to hide.  He’d heard stories about the “Saviors” in this neck of the woods - about Negan - and he knew exactly why these people had them surrounded.

This Negan knew who he was, what he could do, and was taking precautions.  Smart man, coming at him when he had people he’d want to keep safe.

The former surgeon took the hunting knife out of his boot and casually sauntered outside, no fear or apprehension present - just an eerie sort of calm.  He clearly fully intended to take on the entire group with just a knife if necessary.

[intricateleader]

With a mic in hand and another savior below with a megaphone, Negan spoke to the individual; or individuals, he hadn’t been informed of the number of people who were inside the outpost. His dark eyes scanned every opening and door that led out for some sign of movement. Nothing. There had to have been a group inside for the whole fraction of Saviors to have been cleared out.

Such expectation was shut down as a single man walked out of the outpost. A large knife in hand, close to his stature, and carrying himself with such confidence. That took balls. Negan scoffed, tossing down the mic first before he began to lower himself off the truck he stood on top of. “ Well fuck me sideways. This is the only motherfucker they sent out? “ Taking Lucille off the hands of Simon, he began walking forward to meet the individual.

A grin was present on the savior’s lips, never faltering, unnerving to others and foretelling of just how comfortable he was being in charge. “ That’s close enough, friend. So, did whoever the fuck you work for send you out here to talk for them? “ Pointing towards the building with his single gloved hand, Negan kept his gaze on the other male. “ The name’s Negan. I hear you and your people, killed my group in there. Not fucking cool, but I get it. Shelter is scarce, people are scared shitless, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.

“ But know this. I do NOT take that shit lightly. No-fucking-way. “ He shook his head slowly all the while keeping direct eye contact with the darker expression of the other.

[intricateleader]

@svvinchester || From here (X)

“ Don’t be an asshole, son. “

The sadistic grin appeared on the leader’s lips as he looked to Sam. Through the younger man’s sass and refusal to take the savior’s words to offense he could see why he may be the man’s father. With that it only brought more ideas to push Sam’s buttons.

“ I had to have some fucking innocence if I raised you and -- what was it another son? Unless he’s like me with all the fuck-fucking vulgarity! Then which case, I am damned proud of my boy. Lighten up, Sammy-boy, I’m just admiring that mop on your head. “ 

[lukas-musings]

         “Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight” is stupid. 

                                                           I’ll bring a knife to any fight                                                                       And I’ll ᴡɪɴ                                                                   Fuck all of you

[rpxmusings]

                                who we  ARE  and who we  NEED TO BE  to survive                                        are two   V E R Y   D I F F E R E N T   things

[spaacemusings]

                                           you’re allowed to scream                                               you’re allowed to cry                                        but you’re not allowed to give up

[neganuniverse-deactivated202105]

[neganuniverse-deactivated202105]

[intricateleader]

Welcome to a Brand New Hunt! [Closed]

Starter for @svvinchester

Three years into the outbreak and Virginia never looked better. People were now survivors. Well, they had to be and if you’ve made it this far you were definitely a fighter, or very wise in manipulating others to fight for you. The strong-willed had inherited the earth, and had learned to run it. Negan felt that he had done both and made sure that it was known he was the way to bring back the world to what it once was.

Word had it one of his outposts had come across a survivor. A definite fighter that Negan would be interested in. No word on the individual belonging to a group. He didn’t say much and wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the Saviors. It piqued Negan’s interest. He made out an order to do whatever means necessary to hold the man down at the outpost until he got there. This fraction had one too many screw-ups before. The order was imperative to be heeded and upheld.

Shortly he arrived at the outpost. His presence in the building made known by a whistle, ceasing all actions by the Saviors and causing them to kneel as he walked by. Muttering “we are Negan.”

He entered the room and eyed up the young man. Hair a little above his shoulders, large in stature ( the chair he sat on looked uncomfortably small ), and the steely gaze he gave to Negan caused for his lips to tug upwards into a broad smile.

“ Ho-o-lee shit! Get a fucking look at you! “ He replied, swinging a chair over and seating himself in front of Sam. His dark eyes widening, expressing a joyous look. “ Hi, I’m Negan. I’m the motherfucker in charge of all these fuckers and some. Now, who, if I may be so g’damned bold to ask, are you? “

[intricateleader]

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Uncharted Starters (X) // Accepting

“ Hm? Oh, I’m sorry, is this a bad fucking time for you? “ Negan replied disparagingly. He was sat comfortably in Sam’s quarters when the Winchester walked in. “ You know…? “ Negan motioned with his hand, a jerking gesture at his own crotch and laughed, exaggeratedly allowing himself to enjoy his crude joke. “ I fuckin’ get it, kid, rough day. You want to just come in, relax and give yourself a good fucking jerk off. “

“ Sit down. “ He commanded Sam and waved his hand over to the bed. “ I just want to know how my boy is doing here? Are you fitting in with all the other big boys and girls? How the fuck was your first day? “ 

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ UNCHARTED / AMONG THIEVES always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“That’s my blood. That’s a lot of my blood.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Should I be flattered, or worried?”

“Someone is willing to part with a huge sum of cash if we ‘acquire’ a certain object for him.”

“You know you’re better than anyone.”

“Speak of the devil.”

“Sounds like you’re working for a nutcase.”

“How’s your 13th-century Latin?”

“We’re dicking this guy over, right?”

“What could possibly go wrong?”

“You haven’t exactly made yourself easy to find.”

“Let’s not forget who walked out on whom. You don’t get to be jealous.”

“I’d feel a lot better if I had a gun.”

“I don’t fumble –– I improvise.”

“I’m, uh, adaptable.”

“I’ll just let you do all the ass-kicking, alright?”

“It’s time to tip the odds back in our favor.”

“Your conscience will remain unscathed.”

“I know how to shoot a gun, genius.”

“I really can’t leave you alone for a minute.”

“Kick her out and shut the door. We’re safer in here.”

“You’re not exactly the best judge of character.”

“Excuse me if I’m not just, you know, leaping into your arms.”

“You only need five minutes? That’s great, I won’t even have to take my top off.”

“I’m sweating like a hooker in church.”

“You got a great ass.”

“You would betray me for this?”

“I am surrounded by traitors and fools.”

“What do you say we really ruin this guy’s day?”

“Let’s follow the bloodstains, see if they lead somewhere.”

“Maybe I’m crazy, but it looks like they all killed each other.”

“You’re gonna give me a goddamn heart attack.”

“You’re still dragging this tired old sack of shit around?”

“That’s pretty ballsy for a guy who’s spent the last three months behind bars.”

“You couldn’t find your own ass with two hands.”

“I’m getting too old for this bullshit.”

“Guys like me got to know when to walk away from the table.”

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

“Seems like I am always saving your ass.”

“It’s a shame you have to sit on something so pretty.”

“Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

“That’s where you come in, sweetheart.”

“Great, power’s out and they’re trapped. I swear to god, if there’s a zombie around the next corner..”

“You are so unprofessional.”

“So what’s your angle on all this misery?”

“I suppose you’re here for some noble crusade, right?”

“Tell me you don’t have anything to do with this.”

“I never figured you for the white-bread, picket-fence type.”

“You don’t always have to play the hero.”

“I’m guessing it’s not a coincidence that we ended up here.”

“So let me get this straight –– you’re competing with a psychopathic war criminal for a mythological gemstone?”

“You don’t think they’re a couple, do you?”

“I’m exhausted just looking at you.”

“Well, that kills the mood.”

“I’m a little more worried about us right now.”

“He’s as good as dead already and so are we if we don’t go now.”

“I never should have gotten you into this mess.”

“We knew what the stakes were.”

“Good to know that some things never change.”

“I love the smell of trainyards in the morning.”

“You assholes are gonna make me miss my train!”

“Stop shooting me!”

“This is all I need, Twiddledee and Twiddledummer.”

“I am so over this shit. Give it a rest already!”

“I never asked for your heroics.”

“You just don’t know when to quit.”

“No witty remark? Nothing clever to say?”

“Tell me you have some idea of what’s going on.”

“Your ego will mend.”

“He’s been dead a long time.”

“There’s no way they survived that.”

“Time to head up to the creepy old monastery.”

“Whoa! Holy shit, did I do that?”

“Those things are bad news.”

“There’s something strange going on over here.”

“When were you planning on telling me?”

“I’m tired of your excuses.”

“I have not come this far to be thwarted by your incompetence.”

“I should have killed you myself when I had the chance.”

“Compassion is the enemy.”

“You backstabbing son of a bitch.”

“As usual, I’ll take care of everything.”

“As the world turns, so does my boredom.”

“You played your last hand, and lost.”

“You have been a thorn in my side for far too long.”

“Listen, sunshine, the world doesn’t care.”

“I hate it when he does this.”

“This isn’t a movie and you’re not the plucky girl who reforms the villain and saves the day.”

“You’re no different from me. How many men have you killed? How many just today?”

“You should play the hero more often. It suits you.”

“It’s my turn to walk away.”

“Admit it. You’re gonna miss this ass.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how scared were you that I was gonna die?”