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wlkrbait.
“Alright, alright,” he returned quickly, side-eying the bat held so close to his face with a shaky breath. Dominic stayed where he was, hands help up half way and he didn’t dare tug away from the grip at his jacket. Like a cat grabbed by the scruff. For once his habit of going very quiet under periods of stress would come in habit. He wasn’t one to mouth off and puff up his chest.
“It’s – it’s nothing. Just drawings,” he added after a moment, quietly trying to make the books less important to him than they were. Far from the truth. They were prized possessions. Drawings of people he’d lost in his previous groups, ways to remember them. The newer one even had a few drawings of people from Hilltop and Jesus had made it clear the fact they were trading with Alexandria could not be revealed to the Saviors. It was best to play dumb about the whole situation.
“Listen – I’ve been gone for almost two months or so. I don’t know who you are or what’s going on here but I don’t want any trouble.” His teeth grit briefly before he muttered under his breath” – Ni siquiera te conozco, pendejo.” Alright so he mostly kept his cool.
❝ oh i apologize! i had no idea we weren’t all on the same boat. ❞ negan stepped back, purposely placing the heel of his boot right on the cover of the man’s sketchbook. ❝ please, let me start over. i’m negan, and your ass works for me. see, when you were gone, your leader thought it was a good idea to fuck with the wrong people. 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. and i don’t exactly take that shit kindly. a lot of my men were killed, so instead of being the bad guy and letting lucille here have a girl’s day decorating the ground with your brains and your eyeballs, i decided to make a deal with your community.
you keep your lives, and all i ask for in return is half your shit. ❞
and speaking of shit, negan lifted his boot, bending down to pick up the sketchbook. ❝ just drawings, huh, ❞ he flipped through each page, spending only a second or two taking in the illustrations. ❝ yet you gave my two guys a hard time about it. me included. well, since you’re up to date with everything now, i hope you aren’t stupid enough to make that mistake again. ❞ holding the other’s gaze, he began to 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, expressionless as the pieces of paper began to litter the ground around them.
psiyquic.
THIS MAN was truly interesting. yet what they know is she was 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 of taking care of herself. everything fell into place when he 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 as the leader. the male had that demeanor. SAFE. would he truly make her feel that way ?
❛ negan . . . ❜ she paused , studying the features on the taller man’s face.
❛ i’m alice. ❜
❝ you know what i find strange about all this, alice? ❞ negan stood, making his way across the room in the direction of the mini bar, leaving lucille behind to keep his seat warm. ❝ why you were out there alone. passing through those woods by yourself? you’ve got a 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 of lady nuts on you. where were you headed anyways? ❞
ohtheangel.
poppy glared, not specifically at negan, but more at the ground. she as pint sized and while she was a fast runner, she wasn’t very strong. “this is what you call kindness? what happened to you? raised by animals or something?” poppy sneered, but she was fighting back a smile. she was brave, others would say stupid. she had heard the stories of just how far negan went to keep his people in line. and she wasn’t blind, she saw his baseball bat. she didn’t like the idea of feeling her too.
❝ your people killed my people. and i still looked past that to let your group here continue living. now. i could do a 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 if you’d like me to. i could have my men go through each and every house, putting a nice fat bullet between the eyes of everyone who lives inside.
but i haven’t made that call yet, sweetheart. because i’m a nice fucking guy who believes in second chances. ❞
likeprotege.
like you should, he thought, wondered how often he went about dealing rewards like some sort of primary school teacher peeling a sticker off a sheet to stick onto a job well done. it didn’t matter where any of them came from these days; it only mattered whether or not they stood a chance at survival, and it meant ruthlessness in some places, putting themselves to ideal use in others.
a pick - up under his lead? less than half of what he could handle, really, guessed negan thought as much if he’d even granted him the chance. he followed, idly scanning their surroundings down a corridor he’d hardly ventured all the way down. once the door had been opened for him, he stuck his head in first, incredulous and almost cautious, a curious grin breaking out across his face.
it took him no time at all to saunter in after that, turning and collapsing onto his back on the bed. the breath huffed out of him, and he stretched, rolling a sound in the back of his throat like a purr once he decided, yeah, this is perfect.
❝ oh, yeah. this is loads better. ❞ then he lifted himself just barely, propped on his elbows. ❝ you ain’t got rooms to hand out like candy, ❞ and there it was, glint in his eyes, all too knowing, ❝ you’re playin’ favorites ‘cause i’m one of ‘em you trust. ❞ and he didn’t have to say the rest: means i’m gonna have a new job sorted out quick.
everybody wanted to impress the 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞. but very few caught negan’s eye the way eggsy did. there was just something about the kid that set him apart from all the rest. maybe it was that quick tongue of his, reminding him a lot like his own.
❝ you don’t come to me with stupid ass questions, you get the job done and 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, i put my trust in you because i know you won’t go and fuck it all up. you’re smarter than that, ❞ negan grinned, ❝ aren’t you? ❞
negan didn't wait for a response. they both knew the answer to that question.
he took a step forward into the room, closing the door behind him with a satisfying click. ❝ now as much as i’m sure you enjoy me 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐠𝐨, there’s business we need to discuss. alexandria is planning something, ❞ when weren’t those fuckers? they couldn’t make things easy. there just had to be an issue every time negan walked through those gates. ❝ i’m not too sure what it is exactly that they’ve got tucked up their sleeves, but i want to know if i’ll have someone like you by my side if shit hits the fan. ❞
takenpeace.
there are aches and pains associated with what has happened to him . making the move to alexandria wasn’t an easy one to make but its where he feels the most needed , even if it still feels ODD . so he wanders within the walls , this community is much LARGER than anything hilltop ever had and it gives the illusion that he could be outside the walls . the fact in which he can barely face doing , and can barely admit to himself much less anyone else . one other strange idea , seeing negan this close and not behind bars .
he has missed a lot . paul has never been one for rudeness and despite present company he won’t start now . ❝ i have my good and bad days . but the most important thing is i’m still here . ❞ the words , mirroring something close to empathy shock the scavenger a little more than it should , but he doubts he’ll be sharing anything in depth just yet . ❝ i appreciate that , its just a process i guess . one i’m still trying to master . ❞
it feels nice to have a conversation like this. a little 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 between two people. being heard for once gives negan hope that he might just have a purpose within this community. ❝ say, when you have that all figured out, will ya’ come and let me know? ❞
he grins, ❝ hell, who knows what kinda gold you’ll dig up. maybe we could start our own inspirational ass book. then again, i was a coach before this fucking 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 started, not an english teacher. ❞
“how can you even like villains??? they—”
they’re Big Sexy. next question.
@wlkrbait.
Being recruited into Alexandria had been the first bit of good luck in a long run of a shit time. There had been some rough times but all in all, great. Returning after some time away should have been a homecoming but it had been a return to help his friends. The Saviors pick up at Hilltop had gone down without a hiccup and he only hoped things were alright back home. Dom’s timing was impeccable. He was met with guns the moment his car pulled up to the gate ( or more so behind the cars outside the gate). Cautiously, he stepped out, grabbing his orange hiking backpack. Bag was barely pulled over his shoulder before hands were dragging him inside.
Dom kept his cool, at first while they took his bag and started rummaging around. ‘We’re taking half your shit,’ one of the men said, another laughing. Mere minnows like the men who had come to the Hilltop. Only when they pulled out his sketchbooks, protectively kept in a big ziplock, and dumped them out, he surged forward without thinking. “Those are mine–” A hand grabbed him by the collar of his jean jacket and yanked him back. Dominic fought at the grip for a beat before stopping, breathing heavy.
“ don’t underestimate the things that i will do. ”
Was that supposed to mean something to him? No. Dominic hadn’t been here for the terrorizing. He didn’t understand. Not yet. The look on his face was a mixture of anger and confusion. “Those are private,” he hissed at the man in the leather jacket, getting looks of pity and fear from a couple of the Alexandrians on the sidewalk. Two sketchbooks. The older one was full, the newer just a dozen or so drawings were finished. He’d drawn a lot of the people he’d met. Some from here, a few from Hilltop. Some gorier drawings of Walkers in his older book. The read like a road map of some of his experiences over that least year or so.
alexandria was always an .... 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭. they followed the rules one day, broke them the next. they acted like his friend and then they spit in his face. they wanted to challenge him. they wanted to throw negan from his thrown and crush the crown atop his head.
but that’s not how things worked anymore. it was a brand new beginning. a new world order!
❝ well, well. what do we have here boys? ❞ at the sound of their leader’s voice, the men immediately took a step back, leaving both sketchbooks on the ground, laid open beside an empty plastic bag. ❝ an artist, huh? i hope you don’t mind if i take a peek for myself. ❞
the other did seem to mind, because as soon as negan began to reach for the drawings, he was suddenly rushing forward thinking that he could stop this. to stop him. instead the man was halted by the tight grip of five leather clad fingers at the collar of his jean jacket. ❝ you really don’t want to do that. ❞ venom dripped from each word that slipped from negan’s mouth, ❝ you really 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 do that. not if you want to keep that head of your’s still attached to your body. ❞
and 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 here to play around. lucille was lifted, her sharp wires smelling heavy of copper only an inch from digging into the brunette’s smooth smooth cheek. ❝ you don’t want to underestimate the things that i will do. to you. to your home. and to anybody you consider a fucking friend. ❞
I never healed I just learnt to carry the burden
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @liitlewolf
he paces around the table, tapping the bottom of the pool stick against the ground as he thought about his next move. ❝ well shit, sweetheart, you have me utterly fucked. ❞ if negan couldn’t find a way to get this next shot in, then it was game over for the savior. and he hand't lost a game yet. ❝ you really want to kick my ass in front of my men, don’t ya’? ❞
nebraskaseemsnice.
Alexandria might’ve been willing to let Negan outside his cell at certain times and help with the crops, but he was still very far from being a free man and he’d be naive to believe he was in any position to be giving them suggestions. “Yeah, well, it’s not like you haven’t given folks plenty of reason to be extremely wary of you. Myself included.” Then again, Gabriel had told Rick all about how Negan did put himself in harm’s way during that snowstorm last winter to save Judith and Daryl’s dog and that was something he had to take into account.
Brandon, the person assigned to guard the prisoner during his outside time, went to bark at Negan to continue working before Rick dismissed him by waving his hand. “The thing is, Negan, limited is kind of the whole point here. There are still some people that would say just letting you share the same air with us is better treatment than you deserve.” Of course, much of the resentment for Negan had died down in recent years and now the latest focus had become the Whisperers.
Rick sighed, shaking his head. “And what I can’t put my finger on is why you even care? Are you trying to help Alexandria because you really care or are you just all too eager to get into people’s good graces and hope they just forget the past so you can get back to your old antics again?”
❝ i had my chance, rick, don’t forget that i managed to slip out and come running right back to you and your people. i’m not sure if your little girl told you, but i jumped the fence, spent all morning making my way to the sanctuary. hell, for a moment, i really thought i could bring it all back to how it used to be. who knows. maybe there was still somebody there waiting for me to return. you know what i found instead? nothing. there was nothing for me there, not anymore. ❞ negan's lips tightened across his face.
❝ so you really think after all these years of being locked up i wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about this place? i got something pretty fucking good going on here. i'm not gonna risk losing it. but, ❞ the man raised both hands in front of his chest before lowering himself to the ground, ❝ it’s just a suggestion. an an offer, of sorts. whatever the hell you wanna view it as. ❞
angerdad.
When the other man pointed a finger in the direction of his busted eye, his expression almost immediately showed annoyance– a flash of aggression in his opposite eye, his body growing tense as he formed a fist. He never liked comments on it, such a sensitive topic it was to him for reasons he wouldn’t divulge. “That ain’t none of your damn business,” he snapped, hardly hiding that he had no intention of showing off his injury.
❝ no. it’s not, but i’m the last person you should be hiding that shit from. trust me. i’ve been around a lot of unfortunate souls with fucked up faces. now, the thing with them is they didn’t hide themselves behind a mask or a bandage, nah, they let everybody see how fucking badass they looked! and messing with a guy who lost a damn eyeball? i can tell you not a lot of guys have the balls to do that. ❞
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @takenpeace
❝ hey. how you holding up? ❞ he wouldn’t push the other to talk, but things had been difficult for everybody lately. fucking hell, one day you were kicking some ass and the next the world was forcing you onto your knees. ❝ i admit i’m not the best shoulder to cry on, but, i’m here if you want to let some shit out. ❞
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
likeprotege.
❝ you seein’ that just now? ❞ hardly offended, really; it was all self - preservation these days, making every move deliberate, making it all count. he could do with the good graces if it meant rewards, mention of which had him perking up, arching a brow. ❝ yeah … alright, ❞ the underlying question was there, in the tone of his voice, but he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, spared a crooked grin without questioning it, ❝ we gonna stand around all day or are you gonna lead the way? ❞
❝ of course not. i’ve been keeping a close eye on you. and let me just say, ❞ negan placed a hand on eggsy’s shoulder, and as soon as he did, he could feel the gaze of both dwight and simon directed at the two of them. ❝ i’ve been seeing nothing but good things. ❞
he directed eggsy into the building, heading upstairs to where his bedroom was located. but he didn’t open the door as they passed by. no. he opened another just down the hall from it. a room that wasn’t quite being used yet. ❝ i had you sleeping on a shitty ass bed, so, i took the liberty of upgrading you to something a whole lot better. ❞