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@its-negan-bitch
lays my body across the dash.
Guess who’s poking around?
It’s apparent that the man is interested in whatever words might leave Negan’s mouth, whether they’re the truth or not. His hands easily lowered, Lucille still nestled comfortably in his gloved hand. Since the world had turned into a no-man’s land, it had become anyone’s game.
“I’ll tell you just fuckin’ enough so you believe me, alright?”
Negan is cautious about even indicating that he has a community to this stranger, but what else could he offer up in exchange for the possibility of protecting his life?
“I have a community--not far from here. I’‘m more than willing to offer you a fuckin’ place there.”
TWD 8x05 - The Big Scary U | Sentence Starters
I no longer fear death. What I fear is a fruitless death. These cakes are made from scratch by yours truly. You don’t need to explain yourself over and over again. I don’t like killing people any more than you do. If you kill the right people at the right time, everything falls in place. If you kill one, you could be saving hundreds more. Tell me where to go and what to do and I’ll make it happen. I think you’re a thin-dicked politician, threading the needle with your thin dick. People are a resource. People are the foundation of what we are building here! Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?! Are you confused about who we are? Are you confused about who’s in charge? We kill the right people in the wrongest way possible and we make them all watch! Your friend (…) is an asshole. There had to be some reason why I did what I did. I don’t have shit to confess. We have to assume (…) is dead. They have snipers all around the building. Someone in here made everything out there happen. The right kind of rat can kill plenty of people. We keep what’s ours and we don’t give up a damn thing! We’re going to find that subhuman coward who did this to us and we’re going to kill him! Let’s make today the best today it can be. You can use your weaknesses to drive your strengths. I’m going to make you my new special project. You killed my people when they were sleeping? I haven’t killed anyone who didn’t need it. There are people in there who aren’t fighters! There’s a plan and everyone’s sticking to it. A lot of our people are dead, (…). We make it inside, we live. I can just kill you, but that’s not what I want. I’ve killed before but that’s not my greatest sin. What you did, that’s some horrible, cowardly, spineless shit. Anyone else want a bullet? Anyone?!
FUCKIN’ FINALLY NEGAN.
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SCENARIO STARTERS ↓↑ ACCEPTING
@its-negan-bitch
Dealing with the others’ death .
—So this is what true heartbreak felt like. Like breathing with no air, but being unable to die. The arches chest ached heavily, in need to have the other man back. The pain was unbearable, mind breaking, and constant… Yet not lethal. Daryl had tried screaming, tried crying, tried anything that would maybe replace the pain and fear that took him. But nothing ever did. He was Negans right hand, his husband even— but the archer knew he couldn’t lead these people. The Saviors needed Negan, they were Negan, and Daryl was just… Daryl.
Its strange to look back at it all now, to know Daryl saw this coming all along. That he would see the end of this war and Negan would not. Hell it was a popular arguing topic between the two behind closed doors, but somehow it never seemed real. Like it would always stay in the distance, maybe creep into a nightmare every now and again… But never this. This was torture, this was dying without death. Rick, the kind, and the widow could do whatever they wanted. Because without Negan, Daryl was nothing.
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“Are you tryin’ to get me DRUNK?” The faintest smile tugged into his lips as digits tapped on the beer bottle in his hands. Eyes were fixed upon it, mainly to avoid the leader’s gaze. “I’m fine, man. Really.”
“I cannot confirm nor deny that fuckin’ statement, Rick.”
The words are spoken from grinning lips, full of mirth and all around amusement at the prospect that Rick Grimes was getting slightly buzzed from the alcohol. The beer was a distraction from the reality of things, of course. It’s all Negan could really do for Rick. A hand clamped over the man’s shoulder, giving an easy squeeze.
“You’re not fuckin fine.”
"he was gonna hurt her. i kn-- i know what i saw. he ripped open her shirt, she said -- she said no. i killed him, but. but she said no. i just -- it just happened."
The blond in front of him was an absolute blubbering mess. Blood was smeared along his shirt and his overall appearance was heavily disheveled. If Johnny had been lying about what he was saying, he was doing a damn good job of it. The rules governing Sanctuary were fairly clear–no rape, theft, and fucking lying were allowed within the walls.
So far, Johnny hadn’t fucked up one of the rules.
“Johnny, fuckin’ breathe–alright? You didn’t do shit wrong. You’re just following the goddamn rules to a ‘T’.”
“Show me where the fucker’s body is.”
A sharp look is delivered to Daryl at his words, brow raising as Negan tugged the archer’s foot into his lap. “Don’t get fuckin’ smart with me, Dixon.”he remarked, moving to clean off the excess blood and grime coating the skin surrounding the wound. “I get you like rolling in the dirt, but seriously consider fuckin’ showering at least once, alright?”
Once the wound was cleaned, Negan began applying ointment to the open wound.
“How’d this happen anyway?”
"Get the fuck out of here!"
MEME? NOT FINDING IT?
A soft grin painted Negan’s lips at the snappy remark that pulled from Judith. She was just as fiery as her shithead of an older brother. Arms are folded across Negan’s chest, hazel eyes regarding the woman.
“Are you actually fuckin’ sassing me right now? I swear–you’ve got bigger balls than your fuckin’ dad and brother COMBINED.”
Strictly speaking, I should kill you.
“Strictly speaking, I should tell you to go suck a dick, BUT–”
“I’m not that rude so I’ll tell you to go fuck yourself, Ricky.”
“The devil asked me how I knew my way around the halls of HELL–
I told him I didn’t need a fuckin’ MAP for the darkness I know so well.”
Semi-Selective, Indie Negan from TWD.
Penned by Adrien
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the walking dead season 8 episode 3: a summary
bonus:
Morales: long speech about his journey and all the things he’s been through since Atlanta
Daryl
step one: do not murder anyone
failed step one
there’s war, and then there’s peace. we’re gonna have to live with these people after. we’re gonna have to find a way to peace.
[8x03: Monsters]