00:00:00
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
When the world went to shit thousands of counters had, unfortunately, gone blank. A lot of people relied heavily on those counters, seeing them as a light in the darkness of their ruined world. Negan did not. In fact he went so far as to cover his. He didn’t have time to care about his stupid number. Survival was what he cared about, not some unknown asshole who’d probably be dumb enough to get themselves gnawed on.
He had no sympathy for the people around him who mourned then their timer stopped ticking and the numbers faded. This was the mother fucking apocalypse, what did they expect?
Negan had basically forgotten he even had a timer; it had been covered and ignored for so long that he hardly ever thought about it. The thick leather cuff covering it was hardly removed and when it was it for brief flashes of time.
When he jumped out of his truck, there was a wide grin on his face, Lucille on his shoulder. He loved these moments; the terrified faces, the respect that followed. It was truly better to be feared than loved.
The man opens his mouth to speak when he hears a beeping. He glances at Dwight, who had gone slightly wide eyed. Dwight knows that noise, he heard it when he met Sherry. The beeping is suddenly joined by a second.
❝What the ever loving fuck is that noise!?❞ He asks, stepping closer to the group, ignoring Dwight’s attempted to grab his arm. People are staring at a one eyed lad, and his face had gone pale. Does he need meds or some shit?
He switches Lucille to his other hand and goes to put her over his shoulder, but freezes as the noise gets louder as his wrist approaches his ear. There is no doubt in his mind what that noise is now.
Fuck.
His tongue darts out and licks his lips, a chuckle leaving him as he undoes the leather cuff. 00:00:00❝I guess that makes one eyed willy there mine.❞ Negan simply stares, letting the seconds tick by. ❝Get him in the truck.❞
