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[savedpeople]

"Slap!"

Send "Slap!" to slap my muse's ass | Not Accepting | @hackermade / @redemptionmade

It'd be a lie to say Negan isn't genuinely enjoying his time walking around the community while his men fill their trucks with this week's offering; it's just so damn bright and cozy here compared to the dreary factory he currently calls home.

There's even a period where he's strolling the streets and taking in the sights alone-- though, he's never truly alone as long as he has his beloved Lucille to keep him company, and it's naive for anyone to think there isn't, at nearly all times, a Savior around the corner to keep an eye out for any signs of trouble. Which there hasn't been, at least, until Negan feels a sudden smack against his ass.

"Holy goddamn." His free hand instinctively covering his behind, he turns to see who, or what, had hit him. Met with the sight of a young woman, his quizzical look is soon replaced by a growing smile.

He whistles low. "Wow." Flashing his pearly whites, Negan gives a quick glance off to the side, a subtle signal to the hidden Savior keeping watch that he has it handled, before resting his attention back on her. "The balls on you." Eyes glint with intrigue as he looks her up and down. She's cute. Wonder what she's doing alone and slapping his ass. "You know, doing shit like that is how you get yourself into trouble, uh..."

Pausing, he squints, and motions at her with Lucille. "The hell's your name?"

[cryptidsdad]

❛ there is no right or wrong, only consequences. ❜

"Hm. That's deep, my dude." It sounded like he had barely been paying attention to what Holly had been talking about. Leave it to Robert to sound uninterested and snarky, though. "Where'd you hear that?"

[mercyprevaild]

"  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “ 

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

"I don't know you... yet. Until I do? Pass."

[cryptidsdad]

"you’ll freeze your ass off."

"My ass has been fine so far." A classy answer. Robert cast a quick glance down toward his watch before his attention flickered back up — Bouncing between Sage and the little dog scampering around in the bits of grass where the snow had melted. "It's barely been five minutes. I'll be fine for another, like, ten."

[mercyprevaild]

@hackermade liked for Prison Era starter

"Mornin'." A pair of garden gloves land on the table in front of Sage, "You still interested in helpin' me in the field?"

Rick could use all the help he could get. For whatever reason, the folk in the prison seemed hellbent on avoiding the labor of farmwork. It's as if they thinn walkers might sprout of the ground instead of the much needed food Rick is hoping to grow.

With a hopeful smile, he locks eyes with Sage and jerks his head in the direction of the cellblock exit, "Meet me out by the fences if you're really up for it."

Clearly, he's expecting to be left on his own again, but he doesn't make a fuss about it. He simply tucks his own pair of gloves into his back pocket and turns heel with the intent of wasting not a single hour of the beautiful day light.