Leader of the Saviors

That one swing of his bat was more than enough to allow Kyleigh to pick up on the scent of blood, causing her to force down a gag. It was bad enough the stench of it was all around outside, she didn't need it all up in her face too. But she stood her ground, the animal inside refusing to allow her to back down. This was still her place and she was allowing this other human to be inside of it with her.

At least this man understood that there was zero chance she was ever going to trust him. He might be right in the sense that numbers were good now, but what use would they be if there wasn't some shred of trust between them? And how did she know he wouldn't get her back outside just for her to be ambushed by a bunch of other people? Her head tilted slightly upwards into the air but she detected no other living scent in the area. Hmmm.

That last question he asked her caused a snort to leave the half lycan, her hand finally placing the blade she had been holding back onto her belt. If she even gave a shit about that part of her life any longer she would have laughed right in his face, but she figured it would be better to waste that energy on something else.

"Nice try dude, but that doesn't work on me. You're old enough to be my father and I'm just trying to make it to see another day without getting ripped apart by those things walking around. Look if you want to search this place for yourself then leave, that's fine with me. If not, I'm not your old lady, I can't tell you what to do."

She looked around the store again, making a mental list of the light things she wanted to pick up. After that, well Kyleigh didn't really know what she was going to do. Probably just keep walking north until it became dark, then camp out for the night. Letting out a sigh she turned her attention back to the man, studying him some more before she spoke.

"What's your name?"

A slight notice of her face - if she had even showed anything. His eyes then flicked onto Lucille, twirling it around in his hand, looking at the gobs of blood sticking to it-- and he tilted his head. "I'd have to find a way to clean it, I suppose. Eventually." It had been in the back of his mind ever since he had created the weapon, getting it from that woman and from his backyard. Wooden. There should be wood stain around somewhere .. "Definitely," he whispered. He wouldn't want to ever lose it. Break it.

Trust .. it'd be a thing to build, but he managed to do it before with his class, back when he had taught. Boy, were those the times .. Being able to connect to children and push them to do their very best. Their laughter, their competition, their growth into full-grown adults. It had been amazing to see. His hand gripped hard at his baseball bat. And if he could do the same for adults .. then all the better. To be to shape them, mold them - to become the very best versions of themselves. In all seriousness, he could see his vision within her too. But only if she could come along ..

He laughed, grinning art her response. "Flirtation doesn't fuckin' work on you, hn?" He shrugged. He let it go - but something in him wanted to potentially pursue it anyways. Something darker. But no, he resisted, shoving that into some sort of box, and threw away the box. Trying to trick her wouldn't be a proper way. "Fine. I'll keep fuckin' Jr here tucked the fuck away." He was serious - despite being crass. Talking tough had formed as a habit - and it practically was him at this point with it being developed over several years.

"Irregardless, we're better off as a team, you know. I'm serious as fuck." He gave a serious expression, before pounding the end of his weapon onto the ground. "I'd like for us to leave at the same time,'' he remarked, before turning around to scan over things one last time. Hell, he had managed to find some medical supplies, if he ever needed it.

"Name's Negan," he said with a small smile.

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tension

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Hi Negan

"Hey,'' came the short answer, as he leaned back up with a grin plastered onto his face. A messy mass of zombie blood and guts laid below him, and Lucille seemed thoroughly fed - red liquid dripping from her tip. "Think you came at a bad time - depending on your reaction there."

#anon ask #anonymous #answered asks ;#v : the leader

Beth wiped at her face again, “… There is…” There were quite a few rooms in the farmhouse, all empty now of course. A few guests for the night or two wouldn’t hurt. She looked at Negan’s men for a moment, unsure of them. She didn’t like the look of them but they had saved her…

She hesitantly stepped closer to the man and her boot stepped into the splattered remains of a walker with a sticky wet sounding squish. Beth gagged but ignored it. “Mr. Negan, I, um, w-we should be able to…” The blonde pointed towards the house.

Beth started to make her way towards the farmhouse, stepping over the gored remains. She couldn’t stand the smell of it any longer.

Negan nodded, starting to follow her. It was easy to clear out rest of them now - but he allowed his men to handle those ones. Lucille deserved a break after all that hard, grueling work. He rolled it idly against his shoulder, being mindful as always about the barb-wire. A chuckle ripped out of him at her reaction. "Oh, come on now, it ain't too fuckin' bad. Especially when you get used to it," he said, amusement heavily laced within his tone. He then glanced outwards towards the wreckage though - the smell lingering, but it's beneficial, he knew. Should keep others away .. hopefully.

His two men soon caught up, driving the vehicle closer to the farmhouse.

"Should be able to slow down any additional skins if they happen to come out this way," he said, tone turning serious, as he squinted out towards the grand display, fighting against the lowering sun. "We got some food with us too. Some food will be good."

The thought that people would resort to that, as much as it made her want to vomit, Kyleigh knew it was a very real thing. Food was so hard to find these days and with little to no way to make any more, it was starting to become eat or be eaten. Thankful that she was already used to such violent ways Kyleigh simply shrugged her shoulders at the man's words. She did tense when he moved closer, her hand once more tightening around her knife. Just because she hadn't attacked him yet didn't mean that she wouldn't.

Thankfully he decided to go back to what both of them were there for , her hand finally doing something other than holding her own weapon. She reached for a bag of chips on the shelf in front of her, only caring that they hadn't been opened before tossing them into her own pack. Not expecting them to have a full blown conversation she let out a sigh at his question, thinking hard on how to answer it. She could lie and say she had a whole camp waiting for her to test him, or she could be honest and say it was just her.

"Nope, just my little pain in the ass all alone in the big, scary world." It wasn't how she started out, she had been with a small group. But after what happened with them she had sworn off being around people ever again. "You expect me to just trust you? Some random dickhead walking around with a bat wrapped in barbed wire? Yeah that screams safety."

She didn't exactly say no, but she didn't say yes either. There were advantages of having someone by your side, but this guy looked like the walking definition of do not fuck around with.

Something about such a subject only minimally bothered him --- something that felt like it should be concerning. But at the same time, he knew he always had such a twisted sense of humor even before all of this. Still, it felt like something colder lurked beneath the surface- that old familiar nearly-monster. The same that had bursted out once or twice in the past. but here - where were the coping mechanisms ..? Ways to keep it in fuckin' check?

At the very least her response seemed neutral enough towards his comment - but who wasn't just as scathed in this world? It was so easy to get lost within his mind. Far too easy, he mentally noted. In fact, the entirety of her being seemed all but naturally responding - something that could easily tell him from a first glance she had a good enough head on her shoulders. At least from a first glance. But she finally spoke again ; and it snapped him out of his analyzing mode. Eyes snapped back up to her face, as he tilted his head.

He cracked a smirk quick enough, doing a random swing in the air with it. Oh, how he loved it. He was growing on it more and more... Perhaps he should eventually name it? Much like a car, or ship. Why not? Fingers rubbed against the surface, thankful that he had found a pair of gloves. One never knew if they'd accidentally hit themselves with their own weapon - but he knew what form to keep with this sort of specific weapon. "No, not fuckin' particularly!" he exclaimed, letting it calm down by his side now. "But still .. Numbers are quite useful within a world like this."

Was she one of the strong ? A philosophy that had been creeping into his mind more. ".. Hell, you can always try it out." He shrugged.

"Am I not hot enough for you?"

Egotistical, yes - but if it worked? Then all the better.

vyrulent

Legs part ever so slightly, allowing him more expanse to the pale valley of her inner thighs. Never could it be said that she didn't enjoy Negan's touch. She'd never shrunk away from it -- even on that first night that they had "consummated" this farce of a marriage between themselves.

Yet, she still listens. He's on the precipice of revealing something to her that none of the other wives know about him. She's welcoming of it. While it's a marriage of convenience -- both receiving something from it -- Lisa does her best to be the image of a good wife.

Lisa had ideas about his past, but those thoughts were sewn together with bits and pieces that he's revealed in the past. There's not a complete picture, only a messy patchwork.

"You can trust me," she told him, her words softly offered.

At the mention of exciting experiences, she can't help but scoff.

"I wouldn't say that, really." A pause. Now it was her turn to reveal something about herself. "My ex husband was a real piece of shit during our divorce. We'd been together since we were kids and we made some ... home movies when we were like 20." Lisa allowed the implication to reside in the air with no further explanation. "He released them during the custody hearing -- being in a small town, it got around. I was fired from the school. I needed money so I did a gig for a few months at a titty bar," a smirk touched her lips as she cut her eyes towards him, "The Liquid Kitty. That's where my little trysts happened."

#vyrulent #v : the leader

His fingers all but tease - and his eyes shift upwards to watch her reaction. But does he truly need her face ..? Always so easy to gain sexual access - and he always appreciates for it to be easily gained. All because of his charm. He smirked a little. It did help that they were doing something like this while speaking on such a matter - it made it all the easier to spill. He stopped - considering her words, but then her past spilled. Either way, if anything too personal would be told to anyone else - worst case scenario he'd just dish out punishment some way. He was in control.

He kept silent as she went on - a slight frown adorning his face by the end of it. "What a piece of shit. But hey, you're doing fuckin' doing far better within the Saviors." Always liking to remind her where she stood. Then he went silent, wondering still if he should offer something back, the temptation far greater, especially seeing as she had shared something.

".. Lucille's named after... my dead fuckin' wife," he said quietly, eyes not on her for a moment, gazing at something indiscernible.

"She was amazing. She was there for me the first few months of the goddamn apocalypse." Something shifted then into his tone, but it seemed like he swallowed something down, let it be tucked away. ".. She was like a goddamn rockstar, throughout all of it. I... I don't want to fuckin' ever forget her." He voice sounded tight - even if he willed it to keep cold, and empty.

Beth’s breathing hitched as tears rolled down her stained, bloodied cheeks. But she nodded her head quickly at everything Negan was saying. She knew she had to push through and get over it. There wasn’t time to grieve the dead in this world when they had already overrun it. She knew that. Even if it hurt.

The young woman quickly looked around. She wiped at her face as she tried to calm down. Beth didn’t wanna cry anymore, especially not in front of Negan. She took a few steps back, looking back at the farmhouse. Only a handful of the dead remained. Negan was right, it wasn’t super close to sunset yet, they still had time.

Beth looked back at Negan. She tried to speak as clearly as she could between her sniffles, “D-Do- Do you have o-other people? A c-camp..?”

He couldn't blame her for breaking down - but he didn't dare express it. It could be seen as weakness - and he didn't need his men to think that. He nevertheless gave her nod, motioning for her to come closer. "Come on, lil' missy.. we should be able to goddamn clear this."

He looked elsewhere for a moment as she inquired just that, smirking. "Just me and two other men. But rest assured... they'll fall in line with I have to say, so you should be fuckin' safe with them around. Hell, I'm sure there's plenty of fuckin' rooms." Especially if something had happened not too long ago...

He spun around and crushed another head in, before spinning back around and leaning back.

"I'm Negan, by the fuckin' way."

This by no means was her store, hell this town wasn't even the one she called home. But in a way Kyleigh felt like since she found it that meant it was hers and hers alone, so of course she wasn't ready to share it just yet. That could also be her lycan side being full on finders-keepers but a part of her was just lucky this was a living person and not one of those nasty ass dead things. At least this guy made her own mouth sound like a saint's, something that had her fighting hard not to laugh a little.

"Cool, you found someone that doesn't want to eat you alive. How about you keep on going and see who else is out there?" One of these days that mouth of hers was going to get her killed but she was going to make sure today wasn't that day. Dude didn't sound like he was from the area either, but she was starting to learn that happened a lot these days as well. Probably someone just like herself that got trapped when all this crazy shit went down and was simply trying to make it back home. If home was still there of course.

The way he looked at that bat, like it was his child or something, was kind of creepy. When he explained what it was made from then that look began to make a bit more sense. Just like the knife she was currently holding held a special place in her heart, obviously the same went for him. Whatever floated his boat she guessed. Letting out a sigh Kyleigh realized this man was just like her, he didn't want a problem he just wanted something to eat. Relaxing her stance a bit she put her knife back on her belt and gestured around the silent aisles.

"You're already here so as long as you don't plan on using that thing on me then I'll let you finish. Plenty for both of us." And if he really felt like coming at her for any reason it would only take her about five seconds to make him her next meal.

"Haven't seen cannibalism just yet, but I'm sure it's fuckin' present. With blood soup constantly being created..." He cracked a twisted smile. He shook his head, daring to step closer, but only a few paces. But by then, his expression eased into something more friendlier.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, brushing past by her to collect what he possibly could, but he froze within his pillaging. Fingers danced across the surface of one can, before he turned his head. Sweeping past her, he grabbed his bag again, but it seemed much more deliberate that he went slower this time. "Do... you fuckin' have anybody?" he popped the question, chocolate hues falling onto her. Once his bag was just heavy enough, he lifted it off the counter and set it onto the floor.

"Wouldn't it be best if we went teamed up in this fuckin' world?" he offered, making sure to keep his baseball bat lowered - as to continue not posing as a threat. Something needed to be started, one way or another.

#Negan smith ;#twd ;#Dead city ;

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as NEGAN SMITH ↳ The Walking Dead: Dead City 1.01 Old Acquaintances

1, 8, and 20!

from here.

if you had to dye your hair, what colour would you pick?

The older man smirked, chuckling underneath his breath. "You fuckin' know, I had considered that once or twice back in either... high school? my early 20s?" Uncertainly dipped into his tone, but only for so long before he continued along, "I had fuckin' considered getting my hair dyed green once or twice, actually. Make myself look like a goddamn alien or some shit!" It was great that he could reminisce on simpler times.

8. favourite accessory you own?

He opened his mouth, ready to answer, but no words came out. Brows furrow. He thought Lucille would be the obvious- but something hit just a tiny bit deeper. "Probably the leather jacket I still own," he mumbled, fearing if he spoke any louder, the preciousness of what he would say would be lost. "This jacket.." he fingered the material, before continuing, "..it's something that my wife initially detested, but eventually appreciated." His voice hitched, and he shook his head. "...But enough about that. I think Lucille is thirsty..."

20. dream car?

He sat forward, threading fingers together before himself. "Now, that one... is obvious. At least for fuckin' me. Chevy had launched a fantastic car in the 1960s - the '67 Impala." He chuckled. "Despite it being old, it still packs a fuckin' punch."

#answered asks ;#my headcanons ;#anyone knows that reference will get a cookie #weeee

vyrulent

She listened as she always did. Lisa had learned, from her many years of mothering and teaching, how to be a good listener. It certainly hadn't been learned from watching her own parents' marriage or within the confines of her first marriage.

"You don't have to apologize," she told him, wanting him to know that she never minded listening to the more torn apart aspects of life. They all had a past that made them perfect contenders to survive in the fucked up, dying world around them.

Lisa hid her smile as she felt his hand grab her. Only the faint parting of her legs revealed that she was more than willing to let him grab further if he desired. Then when he went on about the different pussies out there, she couldn't help but throw her head back and actually laugh heartily at his comment.

"You know I've had one my whole life," she reminds him, "and I may have went through a little phase after my divorce with a pussy or two. I might know a thing or two about 'em."

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He always did appreciate her being a good listener - it's one of the many things that had made her more preferable than his other wives. It made him truly feel like he mattered, and wasn't just some fuckin' run-of-the-mill leader. One of these days he'd acquire about it, just as much he may tell her more about.. ... Lucille. But that's a subject that's carefully buried, and usually only threads about her were known within his community. Better that way, but...

A genuine smile spread across his expression, flicking his eyes over to Lucille. He wondered... what if he would open up about her? "There's a lot to it, just as... any other fuckin' story of goddamn mine." A sip of his alcohol, and he' ahh'ed. He shrugged. "Hell, maybe I'd tell you why I...." he trailed off. His weapon - such an intricately personal story, one he wasn't even completely over yet. He'd never let himself do such a thing, anyways - to let Lucille go. He cleared his throat. "No one truly fuckin' knows about my weapon."

A small twitch of an amused smile appeared, as he leaned back into that closer spot to play with her crotch more. Why the fuck not?

"Oh, have you now? Any exciting experiences?"

Such an easier topic to talk about.

Beth skittered to a halt a few feet in front of him, her cowgirl boots slipping on mud and gore. Her hands were shaking horribly. She dropped her little gun, her teeth chattering as she looked up at Negan. Hell, to her, he was her savior.

She sobbed out as best as she could, “It’s- It’s m’daddy’s home- they all-“ Beth couldn’t finish her sentence. Too horrible of a memory.

The girl tried to swallow the rest of her tears and wiped at the blood on her face. She glanced over her shoulder at the remaining walkers and then back up at the man in front of her. Beth’s blue eyes were wide and wet with tears, full of fear and a mix of gratitude.

“B-Beth… I-I’m- I’m eighteen…”

Negan looked her up and down, then over to the farmhouse. "Oh," he lamely says, taking it as the absolute worst conclusion. He can't say that he doesn't know that pain - through losing Lucille. A pain that will never, ever escape him. One that he will always choose to carry. "Shit, sorry to hear that, kid. It sucks, it fuckin' happens too quickly." He smiled - his mood abruptly shifting.

"But hey, you're still goddamn alive, aren't you?" He pointed out, whacking at a nearby undead, that had almost creeped up onto them. He laughed wholeheartedly, swiping some blood off his face, grinning ear-to-ear. "Gotta figure a fuckin' way out of it, one fuckin' way or another!"

He spun around. "Look, we have enough time until it gets dark to clear this area. How about you stay with us tonight, kid?" Despite the high amusement from earlier, threads of seriousness came through his tone at this given time. "I promise, I won't let anything happen to you while you are with us." As if to prove that point, he looked at the teenager with a toned down expression.

#memes ;#Great way to potentially start making headcanons

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ask game!

making an ask game purely out of boredom

if you had to dye your hair, what colour would you pick?

in an emergency, who would you call?

favourite scent and why?

who is a role model in your life, real or fictional?

three people you wish you could meet?

would you rather be permanently moving/on the road, or live in the same place for your whole life?

describe a dream you had recently

favourite accessory you own?

how would you survive an apocalypse or at least attempt to?

dream pet?

song you listened to in childhood?

how do you show affection (this can be platonic or romantic)?

favourite film?

piece of media that left a lasting impact on you?

any “paranormal” or unexplainable experiences?

favourite type of chocolate?

drink of choice?

a compliment you’ve received?

best gift you’ve gotten?

dream car?

describe a nightmare you’ve had?

favourite time of day/night?

a hobby you tried but didn’t stick with?

movie or tv show you want to watch?

dream room?

share one outlook you have on life?

a favourite lyric?

favourite way to spend time alone?

share an adventure you went on?

what are your opinions on the person asking?

Beth was right; it was people. She jumped back at a walker trying to claw at her and she suddenly started to run. The girl squeezed past the groaning and clawing zombies, trying not to get her already dirty and torn sweater snagged.

She shoved a scrawny walker to the ground before shooting at another. Another bullet gone with not many left. The horde wasn’t huge but it wasn’t one a lone girl could take on herself. Beth started to shout for help to get their attention as she got closer.

“Hey!!”

Tears started to burn at her eyes. Her face a pained grimace, holding back her sobs. She waved her hand up as she called out to Negan and his two men.

Scratches appeared at the edge of his awareness. He thought he was hearing things, so he did a doubletake after taking out one of the dead, their skull cracked open - just like the others. "Goddamn! Lucille is being fed thoroughly today, men!" He laughed, before turning his head. "Hot-diggity- dog! There's even a survivor here too!"

He whacked at another, before making his way over. "Hey there, never seen you before. What can you tell me about this fucking place if you're familiar with it?" He flashed a winning smile, before turning halfway away to hit a zombie right in the face. "Name's Negan. My men and I are out scavenging a little fucking bit - and we need a place to fuckin' stay at for the night. That's all! Simple, right? At least there's practice being brought forth all for us!" He grinned - he was enjoying this.

He then looked her up and down.

"You seem to be doing pretty fuckin' alright for your age, I see- you're how old?"

This was taking way too long. Was whoever she heard trying to come up with some kind of plan? Was this person alone or trying to figure out how to signal for their back up? No she didn't like to think that way, but with this new world anything was possible. There was the overwhelming stench of the dead all around them, making it hard for her to figure out what was real and what wasn't. Still the half lycan stood her ground, hand gripped tight around the handle of her blade. If all else failed this place was deserted enough she could shift and let the animal get her out of there.

The first real sign that something was going on was the sigh, probably meant to be soft but it rang loud in Kyleigh's ears. Definitely a living person, followed by a thud. She couldn't tell if it was from a bag or whatever they were looking for but at that moment she didn't care. Her eyes swung over in the person's direction, swallowing hard when she saw that it was a man. He was alone but the weapon he had with him… she couldn't even begin to find the words for how it made her feel. Disgusted for one when she saw that it was used recently, the stench of the blood on it making her stomach turn.

His words sounded honest but she had heard them so many times before. What she didn't hear was the rush of others coming to his aide, she didn't see him trying to attack her just yet. Letting out a sigh of her own Kyleigh nodded slowly, recalling that there was another exit in the back along with the one in the front. "Yeah you weren't exactly tip-toeing around back there." True her sense of hearing was far superior to that of any other human's and she could have heard him coming a block away but he didn't know that. Her eyes drifted down to the man's weapon, wondering what the hell would give him the idea to go with that of all things.

"You make that thing in arts and crafts?" She questioned, nodding her head at the bat.

The fresh scent of copper reminded him of every single second that he needed to keep on his toes out here within the wilderness. Even within his sleep, he'd hug his weapon close, never too far away from him. Wherever he'd go, he'd set up the necessary traps or whathaveyou - but he's still learning. And learning just how weak but fragile people are. It's starting to stir something within him - a desire to protect. If he couldn't have done the same for Lucille, there had to be something else.

Brows furrow. A slight upset settled unto his face, an embarrassment. If he was going to survive, he had to be strong - there was no other way. He cracked a small smirk, forcing bravado onto his face ; it was becoming easier and easier. "Simple. I simply wanted to see if anyone was around. And lookie fucking here! Found someone, didn't I?" It feels good... It can protect me. No reason for her to be in control, right?

His weapon. Chocolate hues blink, and tilt down to the wooden surface. He turned it around within his hand, simply studying it. How much do I want to offer..?

It felt so personal of an object at this point. Especially when he finished creating back at his home... He licked his teeth, sighing.

"Something fucking like that..." he said quietly. "Tore off the barb wired off my home's fence, actually. So it's ah, quite the goddamn significant find, that I had received this baseball bat one day, before returning there." Only if vaguely hinting there's more to the story; pain was forced back within his voice.