Leader

Leader of the Post Apocalyptic Group "The Saviors" Negan is a ruthless killing machine whose Ruthless Nature is only bested by his Dark sense of humor. Don't take him lightly, I assure you it will not end well .

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                                                            i am bigger

                                                           i am badder

                                                          and I got a bat

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[ruthlessnegan]

Getting to replies tomorrow! Been a busy week!

[ruthlessnegan]

daughtergrimes:

                                    ALEX flinched at his words, when he held out the neatly folded jacket. She wanted to pummel him into the ground — right there and then. She wanted him to SUFFER — especially when he spoke about her father, about GLENN AND ABRAHAM. She felt blood in her mouth as she bit down hard, wanting to SAY SOME THINGS that would surely get her into trouble, but they were already in trouble, more than enough. She didn’t want to rile up the MONSTER anymore than he was and so she grabbed the jacket, and walked over to the coat hanger and hung it up, all the while GLARING at him. 

                                      “You’re not gonna hurt Carl while I’m here. Just KNOW that.” She said, going back over to the counter and helping Carl. “And their NAMES were Glenn and Abraham, not that YOU give a fuck.” Carl had nudged her as Alex let out a sigh, setting the timer for the oven. When she turned around, she looked at Negan, STRAIGHT on. 

                                 “Why you wanna spend time with us? Shouldn’t you go BACK to your bitch squad? Won’t they be worried?” She felt herself GOING, she couldn’t stop it. It was in her BLOOD to be a smartass — to be an instigator, no matter how SCARED she was deep down. “Or did you bake cookies with your KIDS — did they die because you couldn’t protect them? Or maybe with your wife — the bat you named Lucille. Was that her? “ 

He watched her walk over and hang up the jacket, all while with his same unwavering cheek stretching grin. The second the hanger hit the coat rack he chimed in “atta girl!” he praised walking back to the kitchen himself leaning across the counter from them 

“One for two ain’t bad, you are right about one thing, I do NOT give a flying fuck in space what their names were!” he responded with a theatrical shoulder roll. “Though however I can do anything I want to Carl, or you, or anyone in this place for that matter. One of the perks of being head king shit in charge.” he winked  as she spoke of his bitch squad, admiring her badassery. “Damn Rick raised some badasses!” he professed gleefully then.. she said it.

 ‘-the bat you named Lucille. Was that her?’ 

His expression vacant, he just stared intently at her for a few seconds before letting an amused exhale burst from his nostrils. He stared at her for a few solid seconds before picking Lucille up from the table top, perching her upon his shoulder. 

The saviors leader paced around the counter over behind her, placing his arm around her shoulder much like he did Carl earlier. 

“You know what, speaking of Lucille I do think she’s getting a little thirsty!” he remarked pulling her with him as he headed for the door. “Carl, i’m taking your sister with me to get Lucille a drink! Let’s have some damn cookies ready for our return huh? Chop Chop kid!”

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carriageofaerietails:

Mireya was glad that other people were badgering Negan about what the problem was, hoping that he might spill while she was still in earshot. Thankfully her mouth was already shut when he hit his limit, although being singled out at a time like this could mean anything. The others made their way around her, one of them patting her head as they went away. Weapons and ammo in the courtyard in fifteen minutes sounded serious, though. Were they going out on one of those big, scary overnight excursions again?

“At least it was only diet?” Mireya quipped hopefully, lingering with a hint of hesitation, “Am I in trouble?”

He continued walking, letting her follow behind, most of the men around him were in a commotion. It wasn’t until she asked if she was in trouble that he stopped what he was doing and turned to her.

 “No squirt you’re not in trouble. Look we got taken to the fucking woodshed. Rick and his fucking super friends kicked our asses. Now we’re re-grouping so we can take that shit they pushed back into our asses and leave it right in their fucking mouths!”

 Negan typically didn’t curse this much around her but he had so much going through his mind at the moment that a filter didn’t seem like a high priority. “I need you to stay away from the entrances and windows in case they come knocking. I don’t need you being fucking tiger food kiddo!”

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daughtergrimes:

                                 THE WORDS SETTLED INTO ALEX’S MIND. Her baby brother — the same one she had grown up with, side by side, protecting — he had done something so incredibly stupid. With each word, she looked back to Carl, who shrunk back slightly at his big sister’s intense stare, in disbelief and annoyance. She wanted to scream at her baby brother for doing something like that, for putting himself in danger like that. She bit down on her lip, swallowing hard before she looked back up at Negan. 

                                       “How many were killed? A lot? Good.” She finally spoke, glaring up at the man. When he threw her his jacket, she tossed it on the couch, still glaring. SHE HAD THE SAME GLARE AS RICK. She let out a breath and sighed. “When Dad’s not here, I’m in charge of Rick. I’m supposed to watch him. So I fucked up. Take it out on me. Not my dad, not Carl — me.” Carl went to protest, saying her name, but ALex held her hand up. “Shut the fuck up, Carl. This doesn’t concern you. Adults are speaking.” She was still just a kid though herself, but Alex always had to be the adult. She looked up at Negan, a solemn look on her face. 

                    “What is it gonna take for you to forgive somethin’ like that? What do I gotta do?” 

He noted the glare and when she caught the jacket pausing for a moment when she tossed it absent mindedly onto the couch. “whoa whoa, I don’t recall saying throw my jacket on the couch like an angsty prick teenager! Shit, I swear the same genes that makes your family total shit at listening, also gives you the creepy fucking serial killer glare.” He Bolstered rocking back on his heels. He stepped over to the sink, listening intently as he washed his hands in the running water. -something which he hadn’t been used to in a long ass time, actual running water from a sink-

“What is it gonna take for you to forgive somethin’ like that? What do I gotta do?”

He let out a discontented sigh as he shut the water off. “Jesus, just slow the fuck down kiddo. First off even when Rick is here he’s not in charge of Carl, nor are you. Hell Ricks not even in fucking charge of Rick!” He reminded sternly, his face morphing to a more serious steeled gaze.

“I’m in charge, and I thought I made it absolutely crystal fucking clear when I fucking fucked up the Asian and the Ginger, and if you want Carl to keep his other peeper in his head you’ll realize it too.” Walking around the table kitchen counter he approached the couch plucking his jacket from its crumpled state and smoothing it out. 

“Look I know it must seem like i’m just happy ole’ Uncle Negan coming for a visit, hell we’re making god damn cookies.” He stated, a look of comical disbelief on his face. “But, like it or fucking not there are rules, and when broken they demand punishment, and i assure you that BIG ass bridge will be crossed!” He reaffirmed.

 “So! In the mean time, lets enjoy some good ass quality time together, make some fucking cookies, and wait for Rick to come home, so the adults can talk” He taunted with a beaming grin, holding out the neatly straightened out jacket.

 “Hang this up.”

[ruthlessnegan]

Stumbles into his drafts after watching college football all day

[ruthlessnegan]

crackedfacade:

the scream that ripped through her chest was violent and shocking, even to herself. but the sight of lucille taking a turn and hitting the bookshelf caused caden to buckle, forcing all her weight onto the men holding her up. thankfully, she was fairly small. they didn’t seem to have any trouble keeping her upright. her gaze fixed itself on an extremely shaken todd, the guilt almost overwhelming as it sat in her stomach. her eyes fell to the bookshelf that hit the floor, the books and papers no littered about. she looked up at negan for a short moment, her lips parting in a pathetic whimper.

‘you did this,’ continued to replay in her head, forcing the remorse to blossom through her rib cage up to her chest. her lips moved as if she was planning to speak, yet she bit her tongue. she felt sick to her stomach. how could someone be so cruel? sure, she knew what negan was capable of, but how could one man be so truly despicable? keeping her against her will while threatening to murder an innocent man before her eyes? it was sickening. slowly, she lifted her gaze and stared up at him, unsure of where else to look. “thank you.” she managed out, frame trembling from the initial shock, “thank you, negan.” she repeated in a whisper, head dropping again. “i understand now. i won’t step out of line again.” she murmured and clamped her eyes shut.

todd was still going to suffer because of her. she wanted to scream, she wanted to throw herself at negan. she wanted to do something and cause him some form of pain, but she couldn’t do that, she couldn’t risk anything. she was a target from here on out and if she stepped out of line, shit would hit the fan and lives would be lost. she couldn’t do it. it wasn’t fair; she was a trapped animal at this point and she knew negan loved it. she took a deep breath, slowly straightening herself out, her frame still slightly shaky. she almost whispered out a pitiful ’don’t’, but stopped herself, understanding that it meant absolutely nothing at this point. she played her hand and didn’t have a damn thing left to offer.

His lips parted, turning upwards at the corners of his stubble ridden jawline. The woman before him utterly broken and made to heel before him. Lucille clutched lovingly in his gloved hand, as if a teacher using it as a pointer gesturing towards her. “You are so fucking welcome! See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” his voice dripping with his typical bravado, he relished that thank you with every fiber of his being.

 He then nodded to both Dwight and his other man, they dropped her almost instantly, expeditiously leaving the room. Dwight slipping off silently to prepare the Iron, and his other man forcefully removing an extremely compliant Todd. His eyes drift down to her, expression practically whimsical in his own self indulgence. Lucille then ascended to her perch atop his right shoulder

.  “Still though, Fuck you for making me do that. This shit was a no win situation for me!” he explained gloved hand touching his chest, turning his back placing Lucille on her shelf.

 He spoke nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just almost killed a man. “You see, now you’re just going to be a yes man, and I liked you a fucking shit ton more when you were a badass.” Pulling his glove off he turned on his heels back to face her.

 “It’s like taking a chick on an expensive ass date trying to get her to let you get it in, only to find out at Dinner shes a vegetarian or some shit.” He took several boastful strides over to her extending a hand down to help her stand up. “Sure you still fuck the fucking shit out of her, but you just feel guilty and a little gross afterwards.” He cackled, entirely pleased with himself.

 “thats how I feel about you, everytime you say Yes Sir. its gonna give me the heebie-fucking-jeebies! I’d still fuck you though.” He raised a brow with a slight lick of his lips

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daughtergrimes:

                            Seeing Negan’s arm around her baby brother made Alex want to SHOOT HIM DOWN right then and there, but she couldn’t, she kept telling herself. Sure, they were only a year apart, but still. Alex was so overly protective. “What you’re capable of? Sure, anyone’s capable of doing what you did, as long as they have their bitch squad backing them up.” She spat out, and cursed herself for it. Curse her snappy mouth. She felt heat rise in her cheeks as she eyed the way his arm snaked around Carl, not letting him near her and instead was handed his FUCKING BAT. She nearly gasped — she was HOLDING what had killed Glenn, what had killed Abraham. It sent a sensation through her petite body. The members of Alexandria looked upon the scene, with worried looks on their faces and Alex tried to ignore it, as she soaked in what Negan was saying — trying to REMAIN CALM. 

                              “You want cookies? Fucking cookies?” Alex SPAT at him and Carl looked at her, shaking his head. “Alex, just — fine. We’ll make cookies, okay?” He said, a tone of warning in his voice and Alex eyed her brother and then back at Negan. She nodded, after a moment. “Fine. We’ll make cookies.” She said, leading back to the house, Alex leading the way, still holding that damn bat. When they entered, Alex was grateful that Olivia had taken Judith out, as they went to the kitchen to gather cookie supplies. Her and Carl would make cookies all the time with their mother — they would fight over who got to lick the spoon. 

“Why do you want to talk with our dad?” She asked, Carl the one beginning to make the cookies. Alex stood in the kitchen, still holding that bat, looking down at it and then back at Negan. “What did you do now?” 

He didn’t respond to her egging yet again just letting her keep digging that grave for herself deeper and deeper. His smile was almost hauntingly unwavering as if he knew something she didn’t and oh boy did he ever.

 Entering the nice house he looked around at all it had to offer, “holy shit do you guys have it made in the damn shade.” he grins as his brown hues look through the nicely furnished home. The clanging of kitchen pans in the background caused him to cut his self-initiated tour short. “Oh yes sir I do believe this place will be my vacation home!” he considered before she spoke.

 “why do you want to talk to our Dad?”

The party was over, time to make her realize just how much she had fucked up with all she had said. “Alex is it? Do you prefer the right cheek or left?” he taunted raising his brows knowingly rocking back on his heels.

 “Because when I tell you what your innocent little brother did, you’ll be puckering up big time to kiss my ass for not showing you the inside of his skull. Hell, the rest of it anyway.” His expression almost giddy as he explained

. “Your badass-baby-bro hid in the back of one of my trucks.” he paused as if for dramatic effect to let her know just how serious this was, gesturing with his hand over to the killer turned keebler elf, rolling out cookie dough

 “Then he took one of our guns and mowed down several members of my ‘bitch squad’  so that is why I want to talk to dear ole’ Dad”

He stepped back from the counter and slowly began to make his way around it “I’ll give you a second to process that,” he winked and unzipped his jacket tossing it to her. “Hang this up.”

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daughtergrimes:

                                  SHE WANTED TO KILL HIM. Ever since he had brutally killed Abraham, Glenn — it was all she wanted to do. She wanted to kill him and then the rest of his band of followers — but she couldn’t. She was just ONE person and as impulsive as she could be, she knew killing the merry leader of the saviours was not the answer — not yet anyway. STILL, Alex saw the way he touched Carl and she wanted to take his bat and shove it so far up his — it didn’t MATTER. She had to stay calm — for Carl and Judith. 

                          “He’s not here. What, did you want to bake cookies with him or some shit?” She crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing the BIRBED wire bat that had killed her family. She kept her striking blue eyes on it, then to CARL — they didn’t need words to communicate. Their looks both said that they were probably fucked. “What was so crazy about it? Let me guess, Carl, a damn kid, taught YOU how to count to ten. We’ll all so happy for you. Now, you can go now and leave me to my brother. Thanks.” She reached out again for him. 

Rick no doubt was out gathering supplies for him, which did make Negan smile just a bit wider. Once again however he was shocked by just how tough these kids were. eyebrows raised again at the way she spoke to him, his arm clenched tighter around Carls shoulder, peering down to the kid then over to his sister.

 “Jesus, you and your brother are two hard core motherfuckers. After knowing what I’m capable of, to be able to talk to me like that? Damn Badass must skip a generation,!” He smiled wide and nodded slowly “Yup I do believe you have a pair of boulder sized lady-nuts on you!”  When her arm reached out for Carl he took Lucille and held it out to her.

 “oh thank you! she does like to be held!” he snickers turning to start walking down the streets of Alexandria with Carl under his shoulder. “So no Rick! fine by me, guess i’ll just have to kick my feet up here and enjoy some quality time with my new neighbors! and await his triumphant return!” he quipped holding out his other hand gesturing to the magnificent community around him.

 He stopped briefly and turned to face her, “Tell ya what, how about we go back to yall’s place! and have you whip up a batch of cookies for us!” 

he smirked tilting his head a bit insisting on it. “you mentioned cookies and now its just in my head! I’m sure you learned how a stove worked babysitting for this kid didn’t you?, ya’know back when he had two balls in his dome?”

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daughtergrimes:

                     CARL had been Alex’s responsibility when their father was out, leading, doing what he always did. She was HAPPY to do that — no one loved that kid more than Alex. Her baby brother, only a year apart and yet she took care of him and Judith at times like they were her own. No one had SEEN him in hours and Alex was panicking, along with Olivia. It wasn’t until Alex looked outside, STOPPING DEAD IN HER TRACKS. There, about to ring the doorbell, was her baby brother and perhaps the most dangerous fucker he could be with. NEGAN. Alex felt fear coarse through her veins, flickering in her eyes as Olivia had gasped when she looked up. “Go be with JUDITH, I’ll — I’ll deal with this.” Alex whispered and went to the door, letting it open and STARING DAGGERS at Negan. 

                           “Get the fuck away from my brother. Carl, c’mere.” plotted starter for @ruthlessnegan

“look you’ve been scowling at me with that same scowl your daddy has since we left the damn place, you’re gonna burn a fucking whole in my head bigger than the one in yours if you don’t fucking knock it off kid.” He chuckled over at the little bad mother fucker who had just gunned down a bunch of his men, not several hours prior.

 Lucille clanged against the metal gate once more “Special delivery for Prick Grimes!” he boomed through the gate before being met by the hostile young adult. 

‘Get the fuck away from my brother. Carl ,c’mere” 

As soon as she spoke Carl started to move, Negan then stopped him with a gloved hand against his chest. 

“Whoa whoa now! That is some rude ass shit and judging by that look on your face...that fucking scowl.... you’ve gotta be the little cyclops’s older sister?!” He raised his brows in a surprised way before leaning over to Carl. 

“You didn’t tell me your sis was such a fuckin’ babe!” he teased licking his lip, putting an arm around Carl and walking inside with him, not letting her close to him yet he spoke. “now where is your pops, Tell him to stop angrily grumbling at things and come see me, we have had the craziest fucking day you would NOT believe!”

@daughtergrimes·

[ruthlessnegan]

carriageofaerietails:

Mireya blinked, her expression plain confusion. It had been fear initially, but Negan hadn’t responded the way she’d expected (thank goodness). His reply wasn’t exactly what she had intended for, though. “A tiger? They had a real tiger?” Her misery was interrupted by intrigue as Simon stalked briskly away. She thought tigers had lived in zoos or oversea jungles, not… Wherever the hell the Sanctuary was. That detail felt minor at this point. Tailing the group that Negan included, she added, “Did you shoot it?” That would count for something, right? Even if it sounded as if the mission was a dire mess.

He had many men crowded around him as they walked,asking him what the problem was, where supplies needed to go where, and what the next step was. He turned around and stopped in his tracks “everyone close your fucking mouths. Listen, get the supplies into storage, get the ammo and weapons gathered in the courtyard.” 

he then turned his attention to the little girl behind the crowd “an you little bundle of  badass. Come with me, and no we didn’t fucking shoot it we were too busy served an ice cold can of diet whoopass”

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crackedfacade:

“no, no, no!” she cried out, struggling against the grip the other men had on her, “stop this!” her gaze flickered between lucille and the man on his knees. his words replayed in her head, over and over again. 

‘you did this,’ 

and they were right. this was all her fault. an innocent man was about to die because of her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. “please,” she rasped and took a shaky breath, “ don’t do this. please, don’t. don’t kill him because of me. i-” she swallowed hard and attempted one last ditch effort, “i’ll do anything, please. i’ll do anything, just don’t hurt him… don’t.” her voice was meek and pathetic. she hated begging, especially begging someone who thrived off someone’s moments of weakness. 

her efforts were frantic and probably fell on deaf ears. negan seemed set in his decision, though she had to try something. “i’ll do anything you ask for the rest of my god damn life if i have to, just please, for the love of god, stop.” her chest heaved with adrenaline. she wanted to thrash and escape the grip around her, but she knew that would only make the situation worse. she stared up at negan, brow furrowed eyes wide. she looked as pathetic as she felt and sounded, and she should have. she knew what she was getting into by escaping, especially if she got caught, and yet she did it anyway. she deserved guilt and pain and remorse, she deserved all of it.

He raised his brow and licked his lip as she began to beg, pointing a gloved finger in her direction. “and there it is! The moment when I lose respect for a complete badass. Grovelling like a little bitch!” he shook his head disapprovingly in her direction. “You’ve just been one big ass disappointment to me today.”

 He heard what she said about doing anything for him for the rest of his life and he responded both resolutely and playfully. “oh Cady, you know I might have gone for that earlier. but you made it crystal clear that nothing I do to you will phase you, No there is no back door exit to this. This isn’t a warning, this is punishment” He noted. “Im sorry it had to be this way hun, I truly am, ole’ Toddy-boy here doesn’t deserve this, but you pushed and you pushed, I don’t know what else I could have done.” Slowly his vampire bat began to make its way above his head into swinging position “besides, if I stop now it would just be another empty threat.”

 Lucille then swung across hard, missing Todd’s skull and crashing into a bookcase sending it toppling down onto the concrete floor. He quickly moved across to Caden and stood inches from her face. his visage that of someone completely in control.

 “I want you to remember this feeling you have right now, of complete helplessness. bury it way down deep in that angsty little heart of yours and know full well, how badly you fucked up and how much worse it can STILL be.” He uttered with a complete lack of empathy, before his cheery grin once more returned 

“After all, you almost had Lucille fuck up Toddy-boy! Hell she would have if I hadn’t stopped her! and who knows if he wasn’t so fucking happy and cheery all the time like fucking Santa Claus I may have let her.” His eyes ever unwavering staring into hers.

 “You seem to think i’m nothing but empty threats, and while i’m not killing Toddy today. I want you to look in my eyes and realize how dead fucking serious I am. Listen up. You leave again? Toddy-boy dies, I don’t even care if hes on duty when you do it or not. He will die and that will be on you. I promise.” He scoffed rocking his shoulders back like he was known for.

“ I want you to realize how different this could of been and how fucking reasonable i’m being right now to not let Lucille spread his brain all over the floor.” He boasted braggadociously reminding everyone in the room just how much of a gentleman he was. “so how about a fucking thank you?” he grinned turning to Dwight.

 “Dwight, go get the Iron ready, Caden here is gonna get to test it out on ole Toddy-boy!”

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crackedfacade:

“negan, don’t.” caden had quickly stood up when the beaten man was dragged in and was now standing behind negan’s shoulder, “are you trying to scare me, or what?” she asked and glared up at him, hands clenching into fists. “this guy had nothing to do with my escape and you know it, so let him go. if you’re going to use the iron, use it on me. if you’re going to use lucille, use her on me. i broke the rules.” she straightened her back and squared her shoulders, attempting to make herself look tougher than she felt. no, she didn’t want to be ironed- or lucilled- but she couldn’t let someone else take the fall for her when they did nothing wrong.

she slowly moved forward, frame now standing between negan and todd. “don’t do this to him. you’ve clearly done enough.” she stated, making reference to the man’s beaten and bloody face. she studied his gaze, jaw set tight, lips pressed together. she had a look of determination, mixed with a bit of resentment. “i deserve whatever punishment you intend on dishing out. please, do not hurt anyone else because of me.” she nearly begged. if she didn’t think he’d get off on it, she would have dropped to her knees and kissed his boot just to make a point. 

caden was a badass, she knew that, but more than that, she cared entirely too much for others. she would have taken a thousand lucilles to the head or irons to the face if it meant keeping someone else safe. her happiness meant absolutely nothing if others were suffering- especially because of her own misdeeds. she took a moment to glance over her shoulder, brow furrowing in sympathy at the state the man was in. she returned her gaze to negan, holding her arms out slightly, “just punish me and we can move past this fiasco.” she deadpanned, eyes fixated on the man’s, brows raised slightly.

He smirks as she speaks ‘are you trying to scare me, or what?’   “I certainly hope fucking not, if you were scared that would be such a disappointment” A light chuckle escaping his lips as she stepped between him and Todd, she was indeed a feisty one. Negan definitely liked that about her. ‘just Punish me and we can move past this fiasco’ she demanded, He smiled slyly and licked his lips looking down at her with a shake of his head. 

“Cady Cady Cady! If only it were that simple! See I know you,” he rocked back on his heels gesturing at her with a finger. “A hardass that would bend over backwards, hell even get her skull bashed in for someone else.” he grinned knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

 “I know that if I were to punish you? you’d wear it like a fucking badge of honor!” he furrowed his brow and shook his head slightly. “no no, your little outburst has proven to me that your own punishment won’t do shit, however! It has proven to me that just the Iron isn’t gonna cut it, you’re still. not. getting. it!” 

At this point Dwight and the other man wrapped themselves about her arms to drag her out of the way. His face returned to a cold and calculating stare as he gazed at her. “If it helps, I’m not doing shit, you did this and I want you to remember that Cad-y.” He smiled his car salesman smile and shook his head cockily 

“ I’d get your crying face warmed up if I were you! your Oscar moment is right around the corner!” He said taking a step back for more swinging room, looking down at Todd 

“This fucking sucks Todd, but sometimes to make an omelette you’ve gotta crack a few eggs.” He pointed Lucille toward Dwight and Caden “Don’t you let her look away, I don’t want her missing the payoff of her own hard work!

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carriageofaerietails:

Mireya had never liked theAlexandrians, not from the first moment the Saviours had been forcedto deal with them. She still remembered hearing about the massacresat the silos, the first real and serious deaths since losing thecouple that had carried her through this cruel world. Having Daryl onsite had been unnerving enough, and then Carl, and then the fact thatEugene had supposedly ‘joined’ them. Mireya hadn’t been truly cynicaluntil the Saviours taught her to mistrust outsiders, and damn shestill loathed Eugene with every fiber of her little being, as ifevery single murder back then could have been put onto that big oaf-

And then, whoever that bitch had been,but she was gone. There had been word of Negan and the others goingto put down some of the Alexandrians for good, and the little girlhad felt a mixture of envy for not being able to watch and a reliefthat she wouldn’t have to go anywhere near that place. Mireya hadbeen so sure that her caretakers would return with more supplies,with words of victory, but when she made it out front to the trucksparked up… The air was tense.

Walkers groaned and hissed on thefences outside, the gates already shut, and Mireya frowned. Peopleweren’t carrying in new things, the ones who remained looked moreupset than usual, and that was something her brown eyes noticed.People were missing. People hadn’t come back. Her heart lurched, gazefollowing one of the trucks that pulled away to return to its properplace, and she caught sight of Negan. If looks could kill, even morepeople would be dead, but in her building distress she took a riskanyway. Mireya couldn’t just wait to eavesdrop or for someone to comeand sugar coat it, not again. Those monsters couldn’t have done itagain–

“Negan,” The girl tried to catchhis attention, “What happened?!”

The trucks pulled back into the main gate of the Sanctuary with the bellow of diesel engines and the groans of walkers fused to the fence mingling in the air. Negan could barely contain his anger.

 “Un-fucking-believable!” he snorts climbing down from his seat in the truck, Lucille gripped tightly in his hands. Passing by the front of the truck it was obvious shit had gone wrong, bullet holes in the vehicles and significantly less men then they left with. He commanded to Simon 

“Get everyone together in the courtyard in fifteen minutes, I need to rinse the taste of shit out of my mouth.” he barked before slowly making his way up the stairs, hearing Mireya’s voice he turned slightly to meet her eye to eye. 

“They stopped us in the middle of a wonderful shit and forced it back into our assholes is what happened.” 

he snarled a bit at the kid as he walked up the stairs. “How the fuck did they get a fucking tiger!”

[ruthlessnegan]

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each heavy step caused her heart to leap into her throat. she caught a glimpse of both negan and lucille out of the corner of her eye and felt a shudder climb through her frame, though this time it had nothing to do with the cold air. she set her gaze on him as he sat down, jaw clenching once more, brow lowering once he spoke. she knew he wasn’t finished, and as badly as she wanted to fire back, to state her peace, she stayed silent. she just wanted to get this shit over with.

hearing the prospect of the iron being used on her, she felt her shoulders tense. though when negan remarked on her looks, she pursed her lips and shook her head, gaze falling to the floor again. she took a slow, deep breath, “nice to know that the only thing standing between me and being brutally disfigured is my pretty face.” she quipped and looked back up at him, leaning back in the chair, arms crossing over her chest. “and to think, i never thought it would come in handy.” she scowled and cocked an eyebrow, “well, if you’re not going to kill me and i’m not going to be ironed, all you have are empty threats and shitty chores, neither of which scare me, by the way.” 

she was growing bold, already sick of this conversation. she wasn’t wrong and as a matter of fact, she knew negan still liked her and liked having her around. regardless of what she’d done, it was apparent he wasn’t going to punish her the way he had punished others. “so, what’s it gonna be? an empty threat or a shitty chore?” she raised her eyebrows in question and tilted her head to the side, slowly crossing one leg over the other, her demeanor now cocky. she was clearly challenging him. anything he had planned, caden knew she could handle. she had stomached everything up to this point, what was one more round of absolute bullshit?

His eyes narrowed as he listened to her speak, a look of complete and utter seriousness on his face. His jaw muscles tightened, causing the skin along his jawline and by his brow to shift as his eyes shot back into hers. The glare slowly lightened after she finished talking, a forceful chuckle emitting from his mouth “Damn, look at you. Fucked harder than a virgin on prom night and you are still giving me shit.” 

he smiled before giving her a nod “You are such a complete badass!” he said delightfully with a visual recoil.

 He had long admired her and her no shit attitude, but it was about time that she realized who was truly in charge. Negans eyebrows lifted as he spoke again “Which is what makes this so fucking hard.” he paused for a second as his hand gripped around Lucille lifting her onto his lap, His glove tracing over the barbed wire.

 “ See I hate making badasses cry, makes me lose all the respect I had for them.” he dejectedly uttered with a shrug. “Which shit I can’t blame them, its hard to keep a tough as fuck image with snot bubbling in your nose and shit. Lets just hope you don’t have an ugly cry face. Iron or no Iron that shit might drop your hot level a couple points by itself!” he winked before the doors to his room flung open.

 Dwight and another one of his men dragged the bruised and beaten body of the gate man, a long time Savior by the name of Todd. “Caden you remember Todd, our friendly as fuck doorman! such hospitality!” he boomed as he stood up walking over behind Todd.

 “Unfortunately for Toddy-boy here, he was on duty when you decided to do your little fucking disappearing act!” He squatted down and grabbed him by his swollen jaw “He has sworn up and down that he didn’t help you, and you know what?! I believe him!” he snickers “But incompetence can’t be fucking tolerated! He was on duty and that shit is on him!” he stood up again, leaning back in his cocky stance. “Now, people are a resource and i’m not a savage!” he professed with his hand against his jacket, gesturing to Todd with Lucille. 

“ The Iron should be more than enough for this guy! I’d have to find him a new job because we can’t have him at the front gate with his face all burned to fuck.” he paused from his speech and looked back at her .

 “But from what you just told me, I’m wondering if the Irons good enough maybe Lucille needs to drive the point home!” he taunted holding Lucille up making a knocking noise with his tongue  “What do you think Toddy-boy?! Think Cad-y here needs to be taught a lesson?” he asked bitterly as his gaze steeled towards her.

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a sick feeling settled itself in the pit of caden’s stomach. how did she end up back here? she thought everything went well, that she was home free, but she was caught by dwight. that bastard forced her back into this hellhole and now, she sat in negan’s room, hands resting in her lap. she tapped her foot, anxiously. she should have ran, should have done something. she didn’t have to have given in so easily, but what choice did she honestly have? it was come back or die and she couldn’t just… die. 

her eyes stayed glued to the rip in her jeans, exposing the pale skin of her knee to the cool air seeping through the window. her mind ran to everything that could happen in meeting with him. she may be dead after all, knowing what negan was capable of. the sound of the door opening caused her to lift her head, lips pressed into a tight line, jaw clenched in fear. she gripped the arm rests of the chair, tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. she stayed silent, unsure of what to even say at this point. he was probably planning to do most of the talking anyway. he usually did, whenever they had conversations. 

caden wanted to turn and look at the man, but she was too scared. she wanted to see the look on his face, she wanted to gauge the way things would have gone. though she may have been wrong about it, she wanted to know if he was furious and plotting her death, or if he was just going to make fun of her the entire time. she could handle the jokes and the harsh comments, but she couldn’t handle the anticipation of her life being over. “well, aren’t you going to say something?” she remarked at the silence once the door swung shut, honestly shocked by the man’s lack of comments to start.

Silence, to most people it was golden but with Negan it was just suspicious. He used it as one of the many tools in his arsenal, with a chatterbox like himself silence was often a bad sign. He stared at the back of her head for a few moments, gloved hand clenching Lucille in its grip. "aren't you going to say something?" she uttered, causing him to respond rather quickly. 

"I don't think I need to say anything." he retorted evenly.

 His boots thudded across the floor of his room in her direction. His tall leather clad form crossing her path to sit across from her, hands lovingly placing Lucille on the table between them, brown eyes staring deep and disapprovingly into hers, his voice an unsettling level of calm as he spoke. 

"Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to the news that one of my top people had gone AWOL." he said with a slight head tilt  “It was like someone pissed in my cornflakes, breakfast was fucking ruined."

 There was a slight pause in his speech before he pursed his lips and gave a slight shake of his head "No no, I think we both realize just how badly you fucked up." He sighed before leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

 The tone of his voice was smooth as velvet with a hint of malicious intent, the same gaze that often befell those about to meet Lucille. "I truly don't know what more I could have done to prevent this. You were near the top of the totum pole, practically the head bitch in command. Now the word is out that you're nothing but a weed in my fucking perfect garden. Except I can't exactly use my pruning sheers on you can I?" he questioned curiously leaning back into his chair. 

"You, have left me up shit creek without a paddle." he smiled his sly smile gesturing across to her. "You see, you're a first. Typically when people desert its either some man who can't deal with how big my balls are, or someone trying to run off with one of my wives." he stated almost braggadociously  "You're the first woman to run off by yourself, normally that means you get the Iron, but that would be a damn waste of a pretty face. Also it would knock your hot status down to about a six from the solid nine it is now. No one wants to look at that scarred up shit, its fugly." he boisterously remarked with his almost unwavering grin.

 "So...I suppose now Its up to me to figure out what to do with the little weed." he uttered pondering as his gloved hand stroked his chin, eyes narrowing as he peered across the table.