vxmpire-bxt:
"Holy shit, you're alive?! Should we get the beers out?"
“we’ve got beer?” lucille trustily by his side, blood splattered equally along the jagged wires wrapped around her and the once-white shirt fitted across negan’s chest. none of it HIS, of course, but it’s fun to make them wonder. “that’s more of a reason to celebrate than some asshole breathing in this shit air another day.”













