catch a tiger by the toe

A ‘Walking Dead’ T-shirt is being banned from UK stores over allegations of racism

  • British retailer Primark has pulled a T-shirt based on The Walking Dead after a customer found it “racist” and “fantastically offensive." 
  • The incident, first reported by the Sheffield Star, occurred in Sheffield, England, at the chain department store Primark.
  • The shirt features a bloody, barbed wire-covered baseball bat — the signature weapon of Negan — and the phrase "eeny meeny miny moe." 
  • In both the show and the comics, Negan recites the nursery rhyme while deciding which member of the main group of protagonists to kill.
  • However, the Primark customer noted that the nursery rhyme has a racist origin dating back to the 1900s, in which the "tiger” in “catch a tiger by the toe” was originally the n-word. Read more (2/23/17 9:09 AM)

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back at it again with the mpreg trash

title: Stay Gold
rating: T
pairings: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
warnings: abo, mpreg, childbirth

btw y’all have no idea who i am but thanks @tomakehimfree and @n-s-f-w-sportsbaes for high key inspiring me to start writing this shit again but now just for the yoi fandom lol

read on archiveofourown or under the cut.

At age 18, Yuri Plisetsky certainly expected to be back at his fourth consecutive Grand Prix Final since making his senior debut. As the current defending three-time gold medalist, he has a title to uphold after all. So needless to say, Yuri certainly belonged on the side of the rink watching the free-skate unfold beside the rest of the GPF finalists – the problem was, he wasn’t actually one of them. Yuri’s pretty the ISU would have disqualified him as early as the five month mark when he started showing – now that he’s a healthy eight months and some change into his pregnancy, he’s quite sure his globe of a belly would get in the way of some of the more technical requirements involved in his free-skate routine. 

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requests: could you do a multi chapter fic where like the reader is like 14?? and like negan takes her from hilltop to raise her as his own but she doesnt like him so she runs away and she gets captured by like dwight and thats the part where glenn and michonne are also captured aswell and they get to the lineup and thats where negan notices her and ricks group are “ shookt ” and when carl tries to hunt down negan and fails he ends up meeting reader during the tour and they form a great friendship??

and about the “ negans daughter” thing can you make the reader really close w jesus and he gets really upset when negan takes her away?? thanks aha

omg i’m loving the we’re not to gone series you have to continue it !

pairings: new friend glenn x reader

a/n: this is lame and so am i but i swear it’ll pick up soon i just gotta get some basic stuff outta the way

word count: 1,158

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 

Negan turned on his heels and faced you once again. “Got something to say?” he asked loudly. You thought for a moment, deciding on whether you were going to save this kid’s life like he had saved yours, or if you were going to remain silent. Negan raised his eyebrows at you again, then rolled his eyes when you didn’t reply. 

“You got one of our guns,” Negan continued, pointing at the boy. The boy exhaled calmly, closing his eyes for a moment. Negan crouched down so his face was level to the boy’s, and they made bold eye contact with each other. “You got a lot of our guns.” 

The boy stared at Negan, refusing to falter. “Shit, kid. Lighten up. At least cry a little.” Something about the look in the boy’s eyes told you that he wasn’t going to cry any time soon. You could tell from just one look at him that he was strong. You knew all too well what strength looked like. 

 Negan looked at you, then chuckled. He stood up quickly, making you flinch unnoticeably. He adjusted his belt and cleared his throat. Each breath he took was visible against the cold air of the night. He sniffled once, then stood before the woman with the short hair who Glenn was crying for, Maggie. 

Jesus, you look shitty,” Negan sighed. Glenn rocked back and forth until he fell on his hands, sucking air between his teeth. “I should just put you out of your misery right no-”

“No!” Glenn shrieked, interrupting Negan mid-swing of his bat. “No! No!” He stood up from his knees and lunged at Negan. You reached your arm out for him, but the man with the scarred face tackled him along with two other men, forcing him to the ground. 

“Stop it!” Maggie wailed, reaching for Glenn as he was kicked and punched. The man with the burned face grabbed Glenn by his t-shirt and held a crossbow to his chest, and your breath left your body for a moment. He tossed and thrashed against the man’s forceful hands, but didn’t succeed. 

“Nope. Nope. Get him back in line,” Negan demanded, surprisingly calmly. 

“No, no!” Glenn continued to scream and yell as he was dragged next to you. Once he was close enough, you reached out an arm to touch his shoulder. He was on his back, and you helped him back up to his knees. You remained silent, though, unsure of how Negan would reply if he saw your exchange. 

Glenn cried, and his throat croaked. “Don’t,” he pleaded to Negan. “Don’t.” 

Negan chuckled, but he didn’t seem to care about your contact with him. That was the thing with Negan: You never knew what was going to tick him off, and sometimes, he could surprise you. 

“Ay, listen. Don’t any of ya’ do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’s free. It’s an emotional moment; I get it.” Negan pointed to Glenn and smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction he was receiving from him. 

Glenn tried to silence his cries, but he was having trouble. You squeezed his arm once again, and he reached it across his chest to grab yours. Maggie and Glenn wore identical expressions, and they each took turns glancing between each other, Negan, and you. 

Rick shook with his head facing the floor, his eyes red and swollen. “Sucks, don’t it,” Negan asked, sarcastically sympathizing with Rick. Negan turned his head back towards you and Glenn quickly. “Well, ain’t you two the damn cutest things I’ve ever seen!” 

He paced towards you slowly, dragging out each step he took. “Hell, kid. Did I steal ya’ away from your mommy and daddy?” 

You shook your head, and tried to flinch your hand away, but Glenn held you still. You relaxed again, letting Glenn know that you wouldn’t let go unless he was ready. 

“Moment you realize you don’t know shit.” Negan walked away from you and Glenn and towards Rick. He raised Lucille and pointed it at him, painting an invisible line from Rick to the boy in the cowboy hat. “This is your kid. Right?” Negan laughed joyously, looking back at Rick to make sure he was paying attention. “This is definitely your kid!”

“Stop! Stop this!” Rick screamed, shifting so his hands were on the floor in front of him. 

“Do not make me kill the little future serial killer! Don’t make it easy on me! I gotta pick somebody. Everybody’s at the table waiting for me to order.” He stopped talking immediately, and replaced his voice with a chilling whistle, pacing past Rick and towards you. 

“I simply can not decide,” he claimed, tossing his hand in the air. Negan rubbed his head for a moment, before turning around with the most cynical smile you had ever seen. “I got an idea!” He chuckled once again, and stepped forward so he was in front of Rick. 

“Eenie.” The end of Lucille was pointed at Rick’s head, but he quickly moved on to Maggie. 

“Meenie.” Glenn squeezed your hand and whimpered, cowering his shoulders as Lucille swung close to her face. 

“Miney.” The man with the red hair stood up on his knees, rocking his weight off his heels in defiance. 

“Mo.” Michonne glared at Negan, but also seemed scared behind her facade. You could always tell when someone was faking, and she was. 

“Catch a tiger by his toe.” Daryl shook beneath the white blanket, which had been thrown over his shoulders like a shall. 

“If he hollers, let him go.” A woman with her thick hair braided back, then a man with curly, dark hair were passed. 

“My mother told me to pick the very best one.” Rick’s son scowled at Negan with the same glare of his father. 

“And you are it.” A man squinted as he seemed to reverberate in fear, his black hair falling in curls behind his neck. 

Rosita stared past the bat as it hung in front of her face. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she was still sitting strong. 

Glenn still did not let go of your hand, squeezing it tightly as Negan paced in front of him. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, silently willing him to walk past Glenn. You had just met him, but you thought he was a good person. There weren’t many left to spare. 

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out, and feed it to his father, and then we’ll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doin’ that.” 

Negan rose the bat over his head, and he joyously took the life of the red haired man whose name you never got the chance to ask for. As his skull cracked and his body grew lifeless, Glenn whimpered and held your hand as tightly as he could. 

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Remember Me?

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

Summery: You and Negan were married before all of this happened and you lost him at the begging of all of this. he thought you were dead until he saw you at the lineup.

Word Count: 2051

Note: Italics are Flashbacks

Warnings: Negan Is a warning himself….

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Madam Negan

Negan wasn’t the man that Rick had expected instead she was woman who looked like she’d walked out of a man’s wildest fantasy or maybe she was the stuff of nightmares. A femme fatal, beautiful, deadly and he was already on his knees.

The sounds of the whistles faded to silence. She knew everything was in place. The carefully constructed plan had worked its magic and she prepared herself now. The lights that surrounded the clearing danced eerie shadows inside the walls of the RV. It was the shadows that she watched, focusing on every flicker as she became Negan and everything her people expected.

She couldn’t remember when her real name had slipped from existence, but like civilisation it had disappeared until only Negan remained.

Nobody knocked on the door of the RV. A person didn’t summon Negan. They arrived and then they waited. It didn’t matter if they waited two minutes, twenty or indefinitely. They waited. She was God. Rick Grimes and his people had been given their shock now they were going to get their awe.

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Let Me Sign *requested*

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Depressing. I even teared up a little while writing this lol don’t judge me.

Words: 1,300

“Daryl? Where are you going?” You asked running over to him. You saw him attach a gun to his bike and mount it in a hurry. “I gotta go, there’s somethin’ I need to do.” Daryl answered in a low voice. “Is this about Denise?” You asked and he didn’t didn’t answer. You wiped the bangs out of his eyes. “I know you cared about her, we all did and we will figure this out as a team. You can’t leave without a plan.” You pleaded. “Nah, I gotta do this on my own.” Daryl said shaking his head and starting up his bike. “Please, don’t do this..” Your voice cracked, making him face you again. “I love you.” He said softly. He cupped your face and kissed you with such passion that your heart clenched in your chest. He pulled back after a few moments and looked at you as if he was memorizing every part of your face. That kiss felt a goodbye.

Before you new it Daryl took off without another word. “Don’t go! I love you! Daryl!” He heard your voice fade, as he sped up faster and faster. He knew if he looked back he wouldn’t be able to leave you. Your knees went weak and you felt like you were going to collapse. “He’ll come back, he always does.” Maggie said, putting her hand on your back. “Come on, come home with me until he gets back.” She told you with a small smile, taking your hand.


“I just wish he would’ve let me know that he was going to leave in advance. He was about to go without even telling me.. If I didn’t say anything, he would have left.” You said, holding a cup of tea in your hands. “I know, he should have told you and he should have waited until we figured this out. But that’s just the way Daryl is.” Maggie said and you slowly nodded.

Suddenly Maggie fell to the floor, holding her stomach, screaming out in agony. “Maggie?! Are you ok?!” You said rushing over to her. “I think somethings wrong with the baby.” She said breathing heavily. “We need to get you to the Hilltop right now.” You said worriedly. “Can you stand up?” You asked and Maggie shook her head. “Don’t move I’m going to get Rick.” You told her and ran as fast as you could towards Ricks house. You saw him talking to Gabriel and quickly interrupted their conversation. “It’s Maggie, she’s in a lot of pain. She thinks there might be a problem with the baby.” You told Rick and he immediately followed you back to her. When you entered the house you saw Maggie still on the floor lying on her side, taking shallow breaths.

Once Maggie and all the others were settled in the RV you put a blanket over Maggie and held her hand securely in yours. “You’re going to be ok and so is the baby.” You told her, even though you didn’t fully believe your own words. Every once in a while Rick turned around in his seat checking on her. “Make sure you keep her awake. Keep talking to her.” Rick instructed you.


The group was driving around for what felt like hours, trying to get to the Hilltop. The Saviors seemed to be on every roadway, stopping the RV and making it impossible to get by. The amount of Saviors grew larger and larger. “They have all the roads blocked that lead to Hilltop.” Rick said, stopping the RV. “We could try carrying her there. She needs help now.” You said and Rick nodded. Eugene ended up taking the RV in order to throw the Saviors off guard, while the rest of the group walked, carrying Maggie on a small stretcher.

“We can do this. It’s only another mile away.” Rick said encouraging everyone to keep moving. Your arms felt like noodles as you held up your corner of the stretcher with everything you had. “Is that whistling?” You thought to yourself, before you were enveloped by a huge group of Saviors. “On your knees. Now!” A man commanded the group. Once you were on your knees you noticed Daryl kneeling across from you. He was white as a sheet, with blood seeping through his shirt. Your eyes stayed locked on each other, until you heard a voice say.. “Hi, I’m Negan.”


“I’ve got an idea.” Negan said chuckling, pointing his bat at each one of you. “Eenie meenie miney mo catch a tiger by his toe. If he hollers.. let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it.” Negan said standing in front of Abraham. Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we’ll start.

You can breathe.

You can blink.

You can cry.

Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.” Negan said with a grin on his face. He swung his bat and hit Abraham with a huge amount of force. “Oh! Look at that! Taking it like a champ!” Negan said. All you heard was thuds and echoes of the bat making contact. Swarms of screams and sobs filled your ears, your vision went blurry. “You guys, look at my dirty girl! Sweetheart Lay your eyes on this.” Negan told Rosita. “Were you.. Were you together? That sucks. But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red.. and hell, he was, is, and will ever be red.

He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look!” Negan yelled in her face.

Daryl had enough, quickly standing up and punching Negan across the face. Hard. His men grabbed Daryl and pushed him to the floor and tears fell freely from your eyes now. “Please.. No god.. please don’t take him.. please don’t take him..” You whispered. There was only one word to describe what you were feeling right now and that was numb. “That? Oh, my! That is a no-no. The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here.” Negan said angrily. “Do you want me to do it? Right here.” One of his men asked, holding Daryl down. “No.” Negan answered. “No, you don’t kill them not until you try a little. And anyway that’s not how it works. Now, I already told you people, first one’s free, then - what’d I say? I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions. Now, I don’t know what kind of lying assholes you’ve been dealing with but I’m a man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you to know me.

So back to it.”

Negan swung at your head as hard as he could. You fell backwards and started to lean up again. “No! (Y/N)! No!” Daryl sobbed, trying to get out of the strong grasp. You tasted blood in your mouth, but didn’t feel any pain. You tried to say something, but you were gurgling over your words. “It seems like you’re trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit.” Negan said surprised.

“Daryl, I’ll find you.” You barely managed to get out. “Oh..Oh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys.” Negan said looking around, seeing everyone cry and shake. “I am sorry. I truly am. But I did say it.. No exceptions!” Negan shouted and continued to hit you over and over. “I’m just getting started.” Negan growled as he kept smashing his bat into you.


“You could of prevented it, another person didn’t need to get hurt, she’s dead all because of you.” Negan whispered into Daryl’s ear as he continued to sob, screaming your name. “Just let that sink in.”

Standing there by a broken tree
Her hands are all twisted, she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light, coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said walk on over here to the bitter shade
I will wrap you in my arms and you’ll know that you’re saved
Let me sign
Let me sign

I was out for a drink in a soho bar
The air was smoked out liked a cheap cigar
She rose out of her seat like a painted ghost
She was the woman that I wanted the most
As she reached for my arm I gave her my hand
I said ‘Lay me down easy let me understand’
Let me sign,
Let sign,
Can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.

As I walked through the door she was still in my head
As I entered the room she was laid there in bed
She reached out for me all twisted in black
I was on my way down, never coming back
Let me sign, let me sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.
Let me sign, let me sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.

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Imagine being pregnant with Daryl's child but being chosen to be Lucilled

(So I hope I got this request right :) I know this request was supposed to just let Negan being convinced and spare her but considering Negan is who he is I tried my best to put a twist to it..:D Yay for him being weird XD and poor Daryl, once again…Gifs not mine/Credit to the original owner/Found them on google)

You were a few months pregnant just as Maggie, with your boyfriend Daryl.

You had never planned it but knowing Daryl’s love for you as well as having Alexandria to stay, you had decided to keep the child. You were happy about the decision and from his smile and the way he would talk to you, you knew Daryl was as well.   

One morning, Maggie needed to get checked as she felt a stomach ache and everyone had decided that you should go along and get yourself checked as well. You were reluctant at first and wanted to wait for Daryl, as he had left a few instant earlier. 

However, they kept insisting and you later found yourself in the car with them.


The road from Alexandria to the Hilltops wasn’t supposed to be a long one. However, you encountered strange people from the moment you set out and it prevented you to get any closer.

Since, you couldn’t seem to get close enough to destination and Maggie’s condition could only get worst. You had stayed by her side and the both of you were reassured by Rick.


When night fell you you had no choice but walk through the woods while carrying Maggie on a makeshift bed.

You heard the sound of cars approaching and all of you started to feel anxious. Not knowing any other solution you all started to accelerate your pace and later found yourself running.

Unfortunately, you all came to a stop once you realized you were all surrounded by the people were following you.

A man with a gun ordered all of you to stop and to get down on the ground. Rick and the rest of you realized you had no choice but to comply to it.

As you got on the ground, the other men had started to take your weapons and soon enough they took out the others they held captive.

You caught a glimpse of Daryl and immediately called out to him. He stared at you in shock and wanted to get close to you but was being held back.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?!” He asked you worriedly

You wanted to answer but after hearing the men threaten you, you kept your mouth shut and could only gaze at him.

He was pushed to the ground and was told to shut up. He looked back at you and regretted leaving early that morning.


You all heard the man knocking on the door of an RV and suddenly a man walked out. He chuckled in the shadow and said “Pissin’ our pants yet?”

As he walked out and revealed himself you felt nervous about the situation and couldn’t help but worry about your friends.

“It’s gonna pee pee pants city…real soon!…”

He looked at all of you and had then demanded to know which of you was the leader. The man behind had answered for him and that’s when he revealed himself to be Negan.

You were all shock to hear and from the state you were in, Negan couldn’t help but find it laughable.

He looked down at Rick and started to explain his mistakes and degrading him. He was mad about all of you killing his men and wanted half of your supplies.

You weren’t paying attention to what he was saying when all of a sudden you heard Negan say “Now i’m going to beat the holy hell out of one of you!”


He approached Rick and showed him the baseball bat he was wielding and presented it as Lucille.

“All this…is just a weak pick out of which one of you gets the honor…”

He walked along the line and had a good look of all of you individually. He had made fun about Maggie’s sick state and had prompted Glenn to move forward.

After his men had got him back in line, Negan had gotten angrier but soon came to a sudden realization that made him laugh.

“I got an idea!”

He walked back closer to you and started to point the baseball bat at each and one of you starting from Rick.

“Eenie…mennie…minnie…moe…catch…a tiger…by…his toe…if…he hollers…let him go…my mother…told me…to pick…”

You started to have difficulty to breathe and tried your best to hide your tears. 

Each time he passed in front of you or any other of your friends only made it harder for you. You closed your eyes hoping it was dream but as you listened you knew he was near the end and that’s when you heard him say “the very…best one…and you are…it!”

You heard him close to you and heard Daryl scream “No!“ 

You opened your eyes to see him standing in front of you with Lucille pointed at you. Your tears ran down your cheeks and you were shaking from the fear of what was going to happen.

Negan chuckled and looked at Daryl.

"She’s your girl?!”

Daryl didn’t answer and could only yell “Don’t take her! Take me instead!”

Negan was in disbelief and said “Why the hell would I take you?! If my song ended on her!”

Daryl wasn’t the kind to beg but as your life and his child’s was on the line he was willing to do anything to keep the both of you safe.

“P-please! Don’t do anything to her…kill me instead and just leave her out of this!”

You stared at Daryl and shook your head. You cried and felt pain in your chest from what was happening. You looked back at Negan and begged him back to spare the lives of your friends.


Negan was having fun out of seeing the two of you pleading him and one another back and forth. He started to laugh.

“I’ll spare them but i’m going to kill you now!” He raised his bat in the air and that’s when Daryl panicked and yelled at him.

He found the strength to get up and tried to reach to Negan. His men held him back but he still tried to get closer. Daryl couldn’t hold back his tears and kept insisting and yelled

“No! No! Don’t kill her! She’s pregnant! Please spare her!”

Negan raised an eyebrow and looked back at you. He eyed you up and down and said "Jesus…You look really good for a pregnant woman! I would’ve never guess that!“

He smiled at you and held your chin up.

Catching your breath you managed to whisper "Please…don’t kill me…please…”

Not liking seeing you being touched Daryl yelled “Let go of her! Please don’t kill her! She’s never done anything to you!”

Daryl was going to get closer and closer but was held back by the other men.


Negan was in deep thought for an instant. He wanted to beat one of you but now that he knew you were pregnant and seeing the both of you plead him suddenly made him feel bad. However, he needed to assert his dominance over your group.

As you and Daryl kept pleading him he then came to an epiphany.

“Alright! Alright! Shut up all of you! I got something else to propose to you…You both love each other?”

You both calmed down and looked into each others eyes. You nodded and Daryl as well, without hesitation.

Negan chuckled and suddenly you noticed a much sinister smile.

"Fine…I’ll spare you…i’ll let you live together as well as the baby but…I still gotta teach you a lesson about messin’ with us…So i’ll take the both of you as my hostages and that baby of yours…will grow up as my kid!”

Yours and Daryl’s eyes widened in shock and he just couldn’t take it. Daryl gave as much of a fight as he could in the grasp of the men and you shook your head in denial.

Negan looked at the both of you and said “Refuse and you die for your friends! Accept…the both of you live with me, the kid grows up thinking i’m its father and your friends here all live! I’m giving the best deal you can get here!”

He held your chin again and continued “Come on! You don’t wanna die now do you? Just accept it! It’s really not that bad! You get to see your man everyday while being in my company as well as me raising your kid! What more can yous ask!”

As he looked at Daryl’s reaction he couldn’t help but laugh harder and find himself clever to come up with such a plan. He was going to make you suffer some way or another and what better way than to break your new family apart as you both witnessed it.


You then thought of his proposition seriously for a long while and thought that the safety of your friends were more important than yourself. You then took a deep breath. You looked over at Daryl and gave him a sorry look through your tears.

“I’m sorry, Daryl…”

You looked back at Negan and in between tears you slowly nodded and accepted his offer. He kissed you cheek and quickly rubbed your belly playfully. “I can’t wait to see the look on your man’s face once your child calls me “Dad”.

Hearing Negan’s statement, Daryl was furious. As you and him were being dragged to one of their cars, he was determined to find a way to change this fate and knew he needed to act soon.  

Circumstantial evidence for Caryl

As requested. This is all the stuff that keeps me having hope, makes me believe Caryl is the only choice, and makes me think it’s looming closer.

Season 7:

  • Daryl’s flashes in One Day You Won’t Be include the No Sanctuary hug, and Seed shoulder rub. (they also show Rick twice, and Maggie once) 

On screen in s6:

  • Daryl turning back to Alexandria when they hear the horn. When asked if it was for Rick, Norman says he is not allowed to say whey but it’s not for Rick. 
  • Daryl seeing the Alexandria sign that says “A New Start” and spurred on to return home by that. When Daryl and Carol have had that exchange several times. Daryl: “Let’s start over” to Carol in 5x02 (see also Gimple quotes)
  • The Cherokee Rose in 6x06. Norman states it’s for Daryl and Carol. It is revealed it was Gimple’s doing to put the Cherokee rose in this episode, where it has no connection to the plot.
  • Abe asking Daryl if he’s thought about settling down.
  • Daryl’s scenes almost all being related to couples and what they will do for each other: Sasha and Abe, Tara and Denise, Dwight and Sherry
  • Daryl’s protective response to Jesus complimenting the cookie baker.
  • Daryl is shown to be the one who goes to Carol in Same Boat, and hugs her, when it could have been Rick or anyone else in the group. Their interactions are paralleled with Gleggie in the same scene.
  • Denise’s speech to Daryl before she dies. She impacts the knowledge that what is stupid is not telling someone you love them when you get the chance, and that not facing your emotional issues is bigger than anything else and she wishes Daryl (and Rosita) would do that:  “I could’ve gone with Tara. I could’ve told her I loved her, but I didn’t because I was afraid. That’s what’s stupid. Not coming out here, not facing my shit. And it makes me sick that you guys aren’t even trying because you’re strong and you’re smart and you’re both really good people, and if you don’t wake… up… and face your..”


  • In the LA Times interview, Melissa says Daryl and Carol’s stories are running in parallel.
  • Carol turning to cigarettes as part of her self-torture. The use of cigarettes is strongly connected to Daryl - including in Consumed with Noah, and in Twice as Far when they share smokes and Carol leaves Daryl her cigarettes. Gimple says Carol is strongly associated with smoke. 
  • Carol ends up at the Kingdom with Shiva the tiger. Daryl is shown and has the bat pointed to him when Negan says “catch a tiger by the toe”. (see also comic storylines)

S6 DVD commentary:

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You’re Negan’s daughter? // part 2

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Carl x reader
The walking dead

Part 1 / part 3 ./ part 4 / part 5

We are driving for a while before the RV stops. I give the man, ‘Eugene’ a sad look as he steps out. 
“princess you shouldn’t feel sorry for these people, they hurt daddy” he pouts trying to make me laugh but I just shake my head turning to my book. He sighs and goes to scold me presumably but there is a knock on the side of the RV. “don’t  come out unless I tell you too got it?” he sighs. I nod with a roll of my eyes. He steps out and I see him waltzing around. 

“pissing our pants yet?” he pauses. “boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close… yeah, gonna be pee-pee pants city here soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?” he asks. 
“it’s this one” someone calls out. 
“Hi, you’re Rick, right? I’m Negan and I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also when I send my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool, Not cool, you have no idea how not cool that shit is but I think you’ll be up to speed shortly. yeah, you are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. yes, you are. you see Rick whatever you do, no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order, the new world order is this and it’s really very simple, so even if your stupid which you very well may be you can understand/ you ready? here goes, pay attention.” he pauses to point the bat at Rick. He bends down closer to him. “give me your shit, or I will kill you. Today was career day, we invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now, you have shit you give it to me that is your job. Now I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow but swallow it, you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But, the word is out, you are not safe. Not even close. In fact you are pegged more pegged if you don’t do what I want and what I want is half your shit. And if that is too much you can make, fight or steal more and it will even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back, the harder it will be. So if someone knocks on your door, you let us in, we own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down.You understand? What? No answer? You don’t really think that you are going to get through this without being punished now did you? I don’t want to kill you people, I want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can’t do that if you’re dead, now can you. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them, more than I am conformable with and for that you have got to pay.So now, I am going to beat the holy hell out of one of you. This, this is Lucille and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honour.” He finishes and walks to a ginger haired man. “huh, got to shave this shit” He walks over to a boy who I can’t see as he’s standing in front of him. 

“You have got one of our guns. You have got a lot of our guns. shit kid, lighten up at least cry a little.” he laughs. He then stands up and walks over to a woman with short hair, she is sweating and looks really ill. 

 “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now.” he says and someone immediately jumps up shouting ‘no’ “Get him back in line.Alright listen, don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First ones free, it’s an emotional moment, I get it. Sucks don’t it. The moment you realize you don’t know shit.” he talks to the  Rick again. 

“This is your kid ain’t it. This is definitely your kid.” he chuckles.
“stop this” Rick shouts back. 
“Do you not make me kill the little future serial killer, don’t make it easier on me. I have got to pick somebody. Everybody’ s at the table waiting for me to order.” he starts whistling and I look closer to the boy and gasp, it’s Carl. “I simply cannot decide. I got an idea. Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a tiger by his toe, if he hollers, let him go, my mother told me to pick the very best one, and you are it. Anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry, hell you are all going to be doing that.” he says and then starts beating someone with Lucille. I jump up and run out of the RV screaming ‘no’, he doesn’t stop and Simon holds onto me as I fall to the floor not that far away from the line of people but I am facing them. 
“ohhhh, taking it like a champ.” My dad continues to beat the person and they are all crying. Even I was, this was an innocent person.

“y/n?” Carl whispers and I look at him pathetically. That catches my dad’s attention. 
“hey little serial killer, how do you know my daughter?” he asks pointing the bloody bat in his face. His eyes flicker to mine. 
“daughter” he mumbles. I sob. 
“I’m sorry” I cry out squirming against the person holding me in place. I tune everything out, he ends up beating another person to death and then taking Rick on a little joy ride. I focus again when he addresses Carl. 

“ Kid… Right here. Kid…now. “ Carl stand up. ”You a southpaw?”
“Am I a what?” Carl grits. 
“You a lefty?”
“Good.” my dad puts a belt on his arm and my face drains of colour.
“That hurt?”
“Should. It’s supposed to. All right. Get down on the ground, kid, next to Daddy. Spread them wings.” Carl lies down. “Simon… you got a pen? Yeah. Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock’s ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm.” he says with a pen in his mouth, he draws a straight line on Carls’ forearm, Carl glance at me and tears are streaming down my face. “There you go. Gives you a little leverage.” my dad cheers.
“Please. Please. Please don’t. Please don’t.” Rick stutters.
“Me?“ my dad chuckles. “I ain’t doing shit. Ahh. Rick, I want you to take your axe… cut your son’s left arm off, right on that line. Now, I know – I know. You’re gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die… and then you, eventually. I’m gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it.” he laughs but a woman interrupts him. 
"You – You don’t have to do this. We understand. We understand.” she stutters. 
“You understand. Yeah. I’m not sure that Rick does. I’m gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it’s gonna have to be like a salami slice – nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees – give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid’ll be fine. Probably.” I let out a sob and my dad looks at me confused. “Rick… this needs to happen now – chop, chop – or I will crush the little fella’s skull myself.” he sighs.
“It can – It can – It can be me. It can be me. W-W-” Rick sniffles. “Y-You can do it to me. I c– I can go with – with you.” he stutters. 
“No. This is the only way. Rick… pick up the axe. Not making a decision is a big decision. You really want to see all these people die? You will. You will see every ugly thing.”Rick makes no movement. “Oh, my God. Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting. 3!”
“‭Please. Please. It can be me. Please!” Rick cries and gasps.
“2!” Negan yells. 
“Please, don’t do This is it. Aaah!” he continues to sob.
“1.” Negan says more calmly. Rick picks up the axe and holds carl’s hand.
“Dad… just do it. Just do it.” Carl whispers. Rick sobs bringing the axe up.
“No” I scream and thrash against Simon. “please, no, Carl” I sob hyperventilating in Simon’s hold, my dad sends me a death glare but I ignore him focusing on Carl, we stare into each others eyes as he accepts his fate. All of a sudden Negan bends down next to Rick. 
“ Rick.You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right? Speak when you’re spoken to! You answer to me. You provide for me.”Negan spits.
“Provide for you.” Rick exhales. 
“You belong to me, right?!” Negan yells. 
“Right.” Rick whimpers. 
“Right. That… is the look I wanted to see. We did it… all of us, together… even the dead guys on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure.Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake… that you get it now… that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you… that is over now, load him up” he says to Dwight pointing at the redneck man. He starts talking again but I tune him out again sitting on the floor, on my knees, heaving and rocking back and forth. I reach out for Carls hand and he just stares at me. I notice the confused stares from the people in his group and from a lot of the saviours but ignore it. 

My dad finishes with everyone and yanks me up by my arm. I thrash against him but he drags me away. I stare at all the poor people and see them looking at me sadly through their mourning. I take one last glance at Carl before I’m pushed into a car. 

“now what the hell was that” my dad grits. 
“you killed them men” I huff. 
“that boy? Carl, how do you know him?” he seethes. 
“I met him in the woods” I sigh. He exhales loudly. 
“I told you to stop going out there alone.” he spits. I shrug my shoulders and look away, the drive ‘home’ is silent and when we reach the sanctuary I head straight to bed laying down. 

It's Okay ;; Carl Grimes

Summary ; you’re picked in Negan’s line-up

Warnings ; death, violence, crude profanity

“Eeny, meeny, miney, mo…”

You tried to swallow your fear, but it wasn’t working. The daunting rhyme drummed into your ears, as if marking your time of death with each crudely-spoken stanza.

“Catch a tiger by his toes…”

You chanced a glance upwards; Negan was continuing his slow pace around the group, indicating them with his bat at each word. You shuddered. That bat. The size of your leg and wrapped in barbed wire, you didn’t like the think of the bloody mess it’d leave a person in.

“If he hollers-” you inhaled sharply as the blunt tip of the bat came to hover between your eyes, before disappearing to your left, “-let him go. Eeny, meeny, miney mo…”

Looking straight ahead, you edged your fingers along the woody floor until you came into contact with another hand. Instinctively, their fingers wrapped around yours, and you looked to your right at Carl Grimes. He wasn’t shaking, or crying, as you felt like doing, but rather there lingered a freezing fury in his one cool, blue eye.


Your fingers squeezed around his, the boy you loved, who had given you so much. Happiness, strife, a love so passionate you felt as if you’d leave Romeo and Juliet coughing in the dust behind you.

“My mother said to pick the very best one…”

Your could feel your heart beating a tattoo against your ribcage, so viciously you could hear it. It pounded behind your eyes, in your ears, the fear was like poison in your blood, forcing tears out your eyes. Your heartbeat had an erratic rhythm. Boom. Boom. Boom.

“And you-”






And before you could react, the blunt tip of the bat was swimming before your vision again.


His voice brought you back, so wrought with terror that it slapped you back to reality. And quite suddenly, you didn’t feel scared any more. You didn’t feel anything.

You swallowed, blinking away the last of your tears, pressing your shaking lips into a firm line as you met the eyes of the man above you. Except “man” wasn’t the right word. He was a monster, a monster preying on the sick snd injured and weak. You met his gaze in a glare.

“I seem to have struck a nerve,” he chuckled, his dark, poisonous eyes flicking between you and Carl. “This your bitch, little serial killer?”

“I’m no one’s bitch,” you spat, your glare boring holes in Negan’s face, “bitch.”

“O-ho,” he drawled. “She’s almost as tough as you. Bring her up.”

“No, no! Y/n!”

His screams felt distant, as though he were yelling down a long tunnel. You felt two pairs of hands grip your upper arms and haul you harshly forwards at Negan’s feet. Spitting mouldy leaves out of your mouth, you stumbled to your knees.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut out the boy’s other eye and feed it to his father,” he called to his men. You glanced backwards at Carl, who was clutching fistfuls of the ground in his hands, his face screwed up. His father’s arms were the only thing stopping him leaping to you and getting himself killed. He writhed relentlessly in his grip, his raw sobs echoing dimly in the silent canopy.

“I love you,” you called softly to him, and he stilled.

Sucking in a shaking breath, he whispered brokenly, “I - I love you too.”

“Well, ain’t that cute,” Negan smirked. “Remember, you can breathe, you can blink, you can cry - hell, you’re gonna be doing all of that.”

And with that, he raised Lucille above his head and smashed it down on to your skull.

Your scream was lost, jammed in your throat. You were choking on your agony, feeling the brutal momentum of the wood and barbed wire smash with full force onto the top of your head. It drove you forward onto your feet, and as Negan calmly detached Lucille from your head, it yanked chunks of hair and clumps of your scalp. The tears of sheer agony came rolling down your face, out your mouth. You couldn’t move.

“Damn, she’s takin’ it like a champ!”

Another hit, this one across the face. You felt the skin tear, layers of painfully-thin flesh all rip out together, creating a bloody wound that gaped horrifyingly. This time, you screamed, and you heard a shuffle and thud in the leaves as Carl tried to get to you again.

The third hit brought you to the floor. It was on the back, and as your clothing and skin were ripped to shreds with Lucille’s metal teeth, you felt the blood rain down your skin. It trickled over your head, creeping in tendrils to obscure your vision. You rolled over, gritting your teeth. You saw that Carl had fallen limp, clutching at Rick. For the briefest moment your eyes locked with his one, and you mouthed,

“It’s okay.”

Your vision slid in and out of blackness. You turned your head, seeking the night sky scattered with stars, something beautiful to take with you to death. The pain was slowly ebbing now, down to a throbbing agony. Your body filled with a gentle warmth, and a single tear trickled down your cheek as Negan delivered the final, mortal blow to your forehead.

You almost felt your skull shatter and crumble. Your last breath left your lungs in a hiss, the pain was back and all too real, the coldness of the night tore at you with sharp teeth.

You looked up again, desperately seeking something, anything beautiful to take with you to death.

Just before the blackness took you, you found a star.

Glenn grinned at the lovesick young boy, who was smiling as he raked the soil. The sun was beating down, and gardening was heavy work, certainly not something in which a young boy would be grinning.

It probably helped that you were standing with him, at his feet, digging in the soft earth for weeds with dirt-blackened fingertips.

“You have to get them at the roots,” you explained to Carl, who was watching you with soft awe. “Otherwise they just grow back.”

“Why don’t we let them?” he inquired, leaning on his rake as he talked.

“Because we can use the space for crops, food. Besides,” you added, brushing off your pants as you stood. “They look ugly.”

Carl laughed; it was a sound not often heard by anyone but you any more, and as Carol called you over to help with the laundry, he watched you go with disappointment.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Glenn grinned. Carl shrugged, smiling as he continued his raking.

“She’s my everything.”

Don’t Cry

Request Prompt: Hi! I love your fics and I since the finale came out I haven’t seen anyone write about you in the lineup. So can you do a request where Negan threatens to kill you and Carl freaks out (like Glenn) and he whispers comforting words because you’re scared. (Carl is just like muttering them so only you can hear) Thank you if you write this! 😊 -giveitupforfandomimagines

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Fluff

I heard Daryl shiver before I slid the blanket off of my shoulders and onto his. Even though it was dark I could feel him staring at me.

“No you take it.”, he said.

“Daryl your bleeding just take the damn blanket.”, I whispered and he wrapped it around himself.

“Were going to be fine guys okay.”, Glenn assured.

“Get them on their knees.”, one of Negan’s men shouted before a bang was heard.

A door opened and the voice I’ve come to hate boomed. I immediately felt sick to my stomach and gagged. I felt Rosita pull me into a tight embrace as we heard Negan barking commands.

“Alrighty then let’s start. Get the rest.”, he said and the door to our prison was opened.

“Line em up!”, he added.

One by one we were pulled out and tossed to the ground. I felt tears prick my eyes as I spotted Carl staring back at me.

“Y/N?”, he whispered and Negan slowly turned to him.

My eyes scanned to everyone else before landing on Maggie. Something was wrong. She looks ill. Is she okay?

“Pissing our pants yet?” He paused. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re close.”, we heard him say with a smug look.  

“Yeah, gonna be pee-pee pants here, real soon.” He paused “Which one of you pricks is the leader?” Negan asked again.

“This one” the man from earlier said, pointing at Rick. “He’s the guy.”

“Hi. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people… you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is, but I think you’re going to be up to speed shortly. Yeah… you are so going to regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes, you are.”, he started.

I felt my stomach churn before leaning forward to throw up. Negan sighed before snapping his fingers.

“Someone get this girl a tissue.”, he said before a cloth was thrown in my face.

I wiping my mouth while Negan watched.

“Now I want you to work for me. But you can’t do that if you’re dead now can you?”, he stated walking back and forth.

“But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of em. More than I’m comfortable with. And for that you’re gonna pay.”, he chuckled.

“So now”, he paused. “I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.”, he sneered.

He began swing a bat covered in barbed wire in front of Rick’s face and smiled.

“This is Lucille and she is awesome.”, he said pacing back and forth.

“So I’m here to see who gets the honor.”, he sneered walking towards Abraham.

Abraham stood tall with a look of defiance causing Negan to smirk down at him before letting out a chuckle.

“I gotta shave this shit.”, he said walking towards Carl now.

“You got some of our guns. Yeah you go a lot of our guns. Shit kid lighten up. At least cry a little.”, he said as Carl glared at him.

Negan began walking back in my direction before looking Maggie over with an entertained smile.

“Jesus you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now.”, he said before Glenn screamed trying to talk some sense into Negan.

He was quickly put back in line and Negan shook his head with a sigh.

“Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down no exceptions. First one’s free it’s an emotional moment, I get it.”, he smiled before Carl mouthed its okay to me.

His action didn’t go unnoticed by Negan as he looked from Carl to me. He turned to his men before pointing a finger at me causing Dwight to nod.

“This your girl kid?”, Negan asked Carl while pointing his weapon at me.

Negan let out a laugh as he crossed his arms staring at my broken form.

“The future serial killer got a girlfriend. Maybe I should pick her. It’ll make things easier.”, he chuckled.

“No!”, Rosita shouted.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!”, Carl shouted standing to his feet.

A savior grabbed his shirt and punched him in his stomach as I cried out. Dwight pointed Daryl’s crossbow at him and Negan shook his head.

“Just stop this!”, Rick shouted.

“Hey! Don’t make me kill the little lady. I gotta pick someone.”, Negan retorted.

“Come on Negan she ain’t that young. Just let me have her for a few hours.”, Dwight smirked.

“Fuck off asshole!”, Carl shouted at Dwight.

“Dwight don’t make me burn the rest of your face off.”, Negan warned.

“Leave her alone.”, Carl spat with a murderous look in his eyes.

“Okay. I’ll give you one favor. Move the girl next to him.”, Negan commanded and I was pulled up roughly.

“Hey! Not so hard. She is still a lady.”, He smiled and they moved me next to Carl who instantly reached for my hand.

I silently sobbed as Negan shook his head moving back down the line.

“I got an idea.”, he smiled moving in front of Rick.

“It’ll be okay Y/N.”, Carl whispered to me.

“Just look at the ground.”, he stated.

“I love you.”, I cried staring at the dirt

“Don’t say that.”, he said. “But I love you too Y/N.”

“Eeny”, Negan started pointing at Rick.

“Meeny. Miny. Moe. Catch. The tiger. By. His toe. If. He hollers. Let him go. My mother. Told me. To pick. The very. Best. One. And you. Are. it.”, he said.

I stared at the ground as Negan pointed Lucille at one of our group.

“Anybody moves cut the boys other eyes out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can blink, you can scream, you can cry, hell you’re all gonna be doing that.”, Negan announced before bringing the bat down on someone skull.

I cringed as the sound of a skull cracked followed by screaming reached my ears. Carl’s squeezed my hand to get my mind off of the gruesome death that’s taking place a few feet away from me.

“Its okay baby I’m here.”, Carl whispered and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Look at that! Taking it like a champ!”, Negan shouted before bringing the bat down over and over again.

Imagine Dwight finding a toy baseball bat and giving it to you, so you could playfully "Lucille"Negan.

(So i just felt like writing some fluff for Negan today and decided to take the first one that inspired me to write :D Hope I got it right and you all like it. Gif not mine/Found it on google/Credit to the original owner.)

While on a run with the other Saviors, Dwight came across a small town and decided to scavenge through it.

Walking in different shops, Dwight picked whatever was needed and took count of the items.

Suddenly, he came across a kid shop and couldn’t help but think about you.

It wasn’t a secret, you and Dwight have been good friends since the beginning of the outbreak.  He treated you like a little sister and you gladly acted like one as well.

Knowing how playful and childish you could be at times, he decided to walk in the store and see if he could get you something you might like.

Looking through the different aisles, he saw a variety of kids toys. He saw a few plushies but thought you had too many of them already and decided to look for something else.

As he walked, in the corner of his eye he noticed something you might like. He turned to look at it and couldn’t help but smile. He made his way towards it and grabbed it to get a good look.

It was a small toy baseball bat. He started to swing it around for fun and couldn’t help but laugh imagining you holding it instead.

As he heard the others call out to him, he answered them and decided to take the bat with him for you.


Arriving at the camp, he put the supplies away and when he got done, walked towards your room.

He knocked on your door and called out to you. You were taking a nap and really didn’t want to get up now.

He knocked again and again and kept calling you and you finally got up. Opening the door, you looked at him and it made him laugh.


Your hair was messy and you rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up.He shook his head and helped place your hair back for you.

Embarrassed you tried do it yourself to get him to stop. He came to stop and had one of his hands behind his back and said “I just wanted to say that I got you a little something from today’s run…”

Your eyes immediately sparkled and you couldn’t help but wonder what he got you.

“Wh-what is it? Where?”

You looked around him and he kept hiding it from you. He chcukled and said “Guess?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him.

“Dwight, You know I suck at guessing just show me!”

He laughed and nodded.

“It’s true you really do suck at it! Fine, I got you this…”

He finally showed you the gift and you couldn’t help but be stunned and happy about it.  You jumped up and down and hugged him.

Looking at the bat, you couldn’t help but ask him “What made you think of this?”

He simply shrugged and said “Well, I know how much you like Negan and how much you love pranking him so…why not!”

You smiled at him and as he handed to you, you took it and started to swing it around.

He laughed looking at you playing around like a kid for a while and couldn’t wait to see what you were going to do to Negan.


When you heard Negan came back, you made your way to see him and couldn’t help but walk down the hall to with your own “Lucille” in hand.

You slid it across the walls and laughed thinking about you’d do to him.

As you arrived to where he was, you saw his backside and called out to him lovingly.

“Negan~ Look what I got~”

Hearing your call, He knew the meaning of that tone. It could only mean two things, you were either going to prank him or you were trying to flirt with him to get him in your room.

As usual, he smirked and ask “What?”

Turning around to look at you,he noticed you got closer to him and had toy bat in your hands.

“I have my own Lucille!”

His eyes widen in surprise to see you with it and even more when he notices you had a leather jacket on as well. He realized you were impersonating him and knowing it was a prank, decided to play along.

“Y/N…what are you doing with that?”

He had one hand up while with the other one he pointed at the toy pretending to be nervous.

You chuckled and mockingly changed the tone of your voice to try and sound like him.

“It’s going to be pee pee pants city real soon! You’re gonna regret crossing me! Not cool man, not cool!”

He couldn’t believe it and nodded. You put the bat on his shoulder lining it near his head and started to count it down.


At each word, you changed the bat’s place, from his left shoulder to the top of his head to his right shoulder and then back again at a slow pace.

“Catch a tiger…by its toe…if he hollers…let him go…my mother…told me…to pick…the very best one…and you are it!”

Your last word had perfectly landed on top of his head and you couldn’t help but laugh. You backed your arms behind you and pretended to swing at full force, only to end up just lightly tapping his head with it.

“Got you!”

You started to laugh even more and had closed your eyes from the pure joy you had looking at his shocked expression.


Listening to you imitate him and seeing how you tried your best to look threatening, Negan couldn’t deny that you were absolutely cute.

He just wanted to hold you tightly and squeeze the cuteness out of you.

“Really funny, Y/N…but I always get my revenge…”

He lunged forward at you and to your surprise he grabbed you tightly by the arm. He pulled you closely and suddenly started to kiss both your cheeks repeatedly.

You felt shy from the sudden attention and started to giggle out of nervousness.

“Negan! Negan! Stop it! Stop!”

You tapped on his shoulder to try and get him to stop but he chuckled and shook his head.

“Nope! I’m not done getting revenge!”

He then started to kiss your forehead, jaw, lips and all over your face, over and over.


You finally got out of his grasp and started to run towards your room.
He immediately followed you behind and everyone could hear the two of you laughing like children.

Once he got in your room, he locked the door and smirked.

“Got nowhere else to run, huh! Give up Y/N…come here and let me kiss you…”

He opened his arms and waited for you to hug him.

Having no other choice, you exhlaed put down the toy and walked over to him to let him “win”.

Instantly, he held you tightly and started to pepper light kisses all over your face and neck.

Feeling his lips and his beard like this made you laugh again.

“Negan! Your beard is prickly! Stop it! Negan!”

Not listening to you, he kept kissing you and said “Y/N…you…are…so cute!”

He suddenly picked you up by the waist and made his way towards the bed all while never leaving his lips away from you.


                                 “Eeny, meeny, miny, mo.. catch a tiger by his toe.                                                                                                  If he hollers, let him go. 
                                        my mother told me to pick the very best one           
                                                               and you are it.”

rotten luck and testing patience

Yuri can’t believe his rotten luck; to be in China for a Grand Prix with this embarrassing couple cheering on him, wearing cat ears and signs saying Yurio and every variation of good luck.

Moreover, there’s also that guy again; whose blood would stain the ice later on and it would smell like Maple Syrup.

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Yuri slumps on his chair, ignoring the cameras and everyone around him. He messes up. He didn’t land the quadruple salchow and triple toe loop combination. Yes, it’s ambitious of him to do the jumps in second half of the program and he shouldn’t have feeling so down because he gets a pretty good score; but it does bother him. This short program, The Sound of Roaring Tiger, feels very personal to him. He wants to convey the strength and gracefulness of a tiger, wants to show people how amazing their beautiful form on ice; instead, he showed how clumsy the tiger is by missing a chance to catch their prey.

“Yurochka,” Yakov pats his back as they step out of the Kiss and Cry. “You did great today.”

Stiffly, he nods. Of course Yakov would say that; Yakov is his coach and objectively, Yuri knows that he did well in the short program. Still…

Yakov sighs. “I guess I should say good luck,” his grasp on Yuri’s shoulder tightens briefly before he lets go.

Perplexed, he raises an eyebrow and about to ask what his coach means when something grabs his body, “Yurio!!!” The something yells.

Yuri screams, he is suspended on the air by hands on his waist—hands belonged to none other than Victor Nikiforov—as the man swings him around. Yuri’s vision turns blurry from the motion, he’s getting dizzy and the churning on his stomach intensifies he’s going to puke—

“Victor! Stop it, Yurio’s going to be sick if you do that!” A voice protests.

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Last Day On Earth- Glenn Rhee Imagine

Requested by Anon

Request: Glenn imagine where he’s with Maggie and you guys are best friends and your the one Negan kills and there’s just sadness and flashbacks and when they all leave he goes to your body and cries.

AN: The Anon didn’t say how long her and Glenn were friends so I made it to where they knew each other before the apocalypse.

“Get her up and on her knees,” I looked at our surroundings, we couldn’t run. Rick nodded and we began to help Maggie down.
“What do we do?" I whispered to Rick.
This is the first time I’ve seen him like this, fearful. "What we have to.”

When we were all kneeled, my hands started to shake, “Dwight, hustle, bring ‘em out.”
The guy known as Dwight opened the back of the van, aggressively pulling out Daryl. They shot him, he was pale and weak. Michonne followed then Rosita. And then Glenn.
“Glenn,” I whispered.

Whoa take it easy pizza boy,” I joked as Glenn frantically ran into our apartment.
“We need to go, now,” he said, throwing an empty bag onto the counter, starting to fill it with food.
I got off of the couch, rushing to him, “What are you talking about? Are you okay?”
“There are people eating each other out there, Y/N, attacking everyone…” he mumbled on but I laughed.
“Glenn, if you’re on some kind of drug, as your best friend I deserve to know.”
“I’m not on any kind of drugs Y/N!” he shouted, fear in his eyes. “It’s a shit show down there, now get your shit and let’s go.”
“Go where?”
“Somewhere safer than this place.”

“Alright, let’s meet the man.” With a simple knock on the RV door it swung open, a man stepping out.
“We pissin’ our pants yet?” he started slowly towards us. “Boy do I have a feelin’ we’re gettin’ close. Yep. It’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon.”
He stopped, glancing at us, “Now which one of you pricks is the leader?”
“This one,” they point at Rick. “He’s the guy.”
“Hi, you’re Rick right? I’m Negan.”
So this was Negan. The man you’ve been told about. You heard what he did to people, you’ve seen it. And now, one of you were going to die.
“-Give me your shit… or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will.”
He wanted us to work for him. Hell no. That would never happen. If he thinks I’ll let him win he must be pretty stupid. A man like him, they get defeated easy, we’ve won before, we will do it again.
“Jesus,” his voice broke me out of a trance again and this time he was standing in front of Maggie. “You look shitty, I should just put you out of your misery right now.”

“She’s cute,” I told Glenn as we started to hang the laundry to dry on a clothes line. Hershel allowed us to stay on his farm, just until Carl got better, and Glenn caught sight of Hershel’s older daughter Maggie.
“Maggie, she’s cute.”
“Don’t keep playing dumb with me, Glenn. I know you better than you know yourself, I catch you staring at her. Somethin’ happen?”
“Well you should go for it, our last day could be right around the corner, don’t take it for granted.”

“NO!” Glenn shouts, jumping from his spot, only to get knocked down again, getting kicked over and over again.
“STOP!” I screamed as Glenn got a crossbow to his face.
“Nope. Nope, get him back in line.”
“Don’t,” Glenn begged, tears in his eyes. “Don’t.”
Negan just chuckled, “All right, listen. Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’s free. It’s an emotional moment, I get it” Negan strolled to stand in front of Rick. “Sucks don’t it? The moment you realize you don’t know shit.”
Negan stared at all of us but my eyes looked at Glenn, he was watching Maggie. I felt a tug at my heart, my eyes filling with more tears thinking about how happy he was just a few weeks ago when he found out about the baby and how distressed he was now.
“I simply cannot decide,’ Negan turned back around. "I’ve got an idea.”

’Here’s an idea,“ I started, grinning. "Just ask her already.”
Glenn looked at me, “What do you mean?”
“Maggie, ask her.”
“Ask her what?”
“To marry you, dumbass.”
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I saw the ring, saw you cut it off that Walker. She’ll say yes.”
“You think so?”
“Oh I know so. She loves you, and it’s now or never. We could all be dead by tomorrow, it’s best to do it now, just so she knows, just in case.”
“Then I’ll do it tonight.”
I playfully scruffed up his hair, “Tha'ts my boy!”
He laughed, casing me to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Eeny. Meeny. Miney. Moe.”
This was how he was going to decide. A children's game. Our life was in the hands of a stupid game.
“Catch a tiger,’ Daryl glared at him.
"By his toe,” he pointed at me and my head went down.
This was it. My hands were in fists at my side, keeping them steady until Negan’s voice got louder.
“And you. Are. It.”
My head lifted up, seeing the bat pointed directly at Glenn.

“What in the hell was that?!” Glenn shouted at me.
“I just saved your life!”
“You almost got killed.”
“Well I’m sorry, Glenn! I’m not just going to sit back and lose the only person I have left.”
His eyes softened, “I could’ve handled it.”
“It almost bit you, you didn’t almost have it.”
“And it almost bit you too.”
He pulled me into a hug, “What would I do without you?”
“I have no idea.”

My heart sped up and I could already hear Maggie’s cries. He couldn’t die. He was going to be a father. He had to be there for her.
“Hey asshole!” I shouted, causing everyone to look at me.
“Asshole huh?” Negan asked me, moving next to Glenn to where I was kneeled.
“You heard me,” I spit at him, the glob landing on the tip of his boot.
“You’re looking for a death wish.”
“Then do it, kill me, or are you too much of a pussy?”
“Pussy huh? Now my men know I don’t usually kill a woman but you heard her right boys?” some of the men nodded. “Your friend gets to live another day, but as for you, well,” he gripped Lucille tighter. “It’s your last day on earth.”

“You’re insane, Y/N,” Glenn said as we walked through the woods.
“How am I insane?”
“You always manage to escape death, how?”
“Nothing can kill me.”
“Yeah, okay,” he said. “Get too cocky and it will.”
“No, I’m serious, nothing can kill me.”
“Mhmmm, sure.”
“Unless I want to go.”
“Nothing can kill me unless I’m ready to go. Once I’m ready, I’ll let whatever it is take me,” I jogged ahead of him. “So it looks like your stuck with me for a long time.”

When Negan stopped hitting Y/N he looked at me and laughed, “Enjoy your life you sorry shit.”
Negan flicked his bat around, flinging her blood off onto the ground, “I’ll be back in one weeks tops, until then, ta ta.”

When he left I crawled over to Y/N’s body, not knowing what to do now. She was there for everything, since we were teens. She’s dead because of me. My body was shaking when I got down next to her.
“I’m sorry,” I cried.  "I’m so sorry.“
I felt a hand on my back and an arm around my shoulder. It was Rosita, I could feel her tears on my head as she tried to comfort me over the loss. But no amount of comfort worked. It never would.

AN: I tried to do my best, I don’t think its’ sad enough but let me know what you guys think