Had to share this stunning photo of ‘Loving’s’ Ruth Negga by Annie Leibovtiz for the cover of the Hollywood issue of 'Vanity Fair.' Although surrounded by ten other beautiful and talented actresses, Ruth draws all eyes in her spectacular gold gown. Wishing her well in the run-up to the Oscars.
I stretched out my bare legs, nestling cozily against the sofa. Toby’s now back to his usual energized state, which meant a lot of running around for me. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about leaving for home tomorrow. I can’t wait to be in the comfort of my bed and to see everyone. I’ve been worried about how they’ve been doing while I was away. I heard the door shut, a large piece of wood fall to the floor, and heavy footsteps approach towards me. I immediately woke up in a daze thinking I imagined that noise until I noticed the dark figure in the shadows. I sat up straight watching the silhouette fumble around the room. He slowly made his way over to me, the almost burned out candle shining a small light on him.
“Negan?” I whispered.
“Holy shit! You scared the fuck out of me, woman!” He yelled, stumbling slightly backward.
“Shhh!” I reached forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him down next to me. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. I can smell the alcohol all over him. “Are you drunk?”
Negan chuckled to himself, placing his fingers on his eyelids and giving it a squeeze. “Simon brought back some hooch from the hilltop, but I swear that goddamn shit was made of fucking poison” He slurred his words.
“I only want Negan!” Carl yelled. He was sick of all the bullshit that Negan had done to his group; Killing his friends, hurting Daryl, taking Addison, and after hearing nothing for weeks he decided to take matters into his own hands.
Negan whistled, catching his attention as he walked behind the truck. “Damn, if it ain’t Rick Jr.” Carl held the aim of his rifle straight at him. “Tell me, did you pick that gun cause it looked fucking cool?”
Carl didn’t respond but stared him down, ready to pull the trigger. “Kid, I ain’t going to fuckin’ lie to you, you scare the shit out of me”
One of Negan’s men jumped forward to grab the gun. Carl shot him down, then Dwight tackled him from the side, taking the gun from him and pointing it at his face. “Don’t even think about it, kid” He said taking his weapons off him.
Negan walked over, “It’s alright Dwighty boy, it’s alright.” He looked down at Carl extending his hand out. “There we go” He said pulling him up, and patting him on the back.
“What are you going to do to me?” Carl asked nervously.
“Oh hell no! You don’t get to walk in here like Rambo and turn around and start acting like a fucking pussy” He took a few steps closer to Carl, pointing his finger at him. “You’re a badass; you ain’t scared of shit, so don’t be scared of me.”