glock 9

Rules For A Gunfight by Drill Instructor Joe B. Fricks, USMC

1. Forget about knives, bats and fists. Bring a gun. Preferably, bring at least two guns. Bring all of your friends who have guns. Bring four times the ammunition you think you could ever need.

2. Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammunition is cheap – life is expensive. If you shoot inside, buckshot is your friend. A new wall is cheap – funerals are expensive.

3. Only hits count. The only thing worse than a miss is a slow miss.

4. If your shooting stance is good, you’re probably not moving fast enough or using cover correctly.

5. Move away from your attacker and go to cover. Distance is your friend. (Bulletproof cover and diagonal or lateral movement are preferred.)

6. If you can choose what to bring to a gunfight, bring a semi or full-automatic long gun and a friend with a long gun.

7. In ten years nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance, or tactics. They will only remember who lived.

8. If you are not shooting, you should be communicating, reloading, and running. Yell “Fire!” Why “Fire”? Cops will come with the Fire Department, sirens often scare off the bad guys, or at least cause then to lose concentration and will…. and who is going to summon help if you yell ”Intruder,” “Glock” or “Winchester?”

9. Accuracy is relative: most combat shooting standards will be more dependent on “pucker factor” than the inherent accuracy of the gun.

10. Someday someone may kill you with your own gun, but they should have to beat you to death with it because it is empty.

11. Always cheat, always win. The only unfair fight is the one you lose.

12. Have a plan.

13. Have a back-up plan, because the first one won’t work. “No battle plan ever survives 10 seconds past first contact with an enemy.”

14. Use cover or concealment as much as possible, but remember, sheetrock walls and the like stop nothing but your pulse when bullets tear through them.

15. Flank your adversary when possible. Protect yours.

16. Don’t drop your guard.

17. Always tactical load and threat scan 360 degrees. Practice reloading one-handed and off-hand shooting. That’s how you live if hit in your “good” side.

18. Watch their hands. Hands kill. Smiles, frowns and other facial expressions don’t (In God we trust. Everyone else keep your hands where I can see them.)

19. Decide NOW to always be aggressive ENOUGH, quickly ENOUGH.

20. The faster you finish the fight, the less shot you will get.

21. Be polite. Be professional. But, have a plan to kill everyone you meet if necessary, because they may want to kill you.

22. Be courteous to everyone, overly friendly to no one.

23. Your number one option for personal security is a lifelong commitment to avoidance, deterrence, and de-escalation.

24. Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun, the caliber of which does not start with anything smaller than ”4″.

25. Use a gun that works EVERY TIME. “All skill is in vain when an Angel blows the powder from the flintlock of your musket.” At a practice session, throw your gun into the mud, then make sure it still works. You can clean it later.

26. Practice shooting in the dark, with someone shouting at you, when out of breath, etc.

27. Regardless of whether justified or not, you will feel sad about killing another human being. It is better to be sad than to be room temperature.

28. The only thing you EVER say afterwards is, “He said he was going to kill me. I believed him. I’m sorry, Officer, but I’m very upset now. I can’t say anything more. Please speak with my attorney.”

Finally, Drill Instructor Frick’s Rules For Un-armed Combat.

1: Never be unarmed.

You Scared of Me Now, Babydoll? (Part 6)

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Summary: Negan has a surprise for you, but things don’t go the way you planned

Word Count: 2,791

Warning(s): Language

A/N: Finally a lengthy chapter to thank you all for waiting patiently! I wanted to have a little mentions to the reader’s past in this chapter so it just ended up kinda long. There is also quotes from the show in this chapter, but I didn’t quite make it go the exact way it happened in the show, so I apologize for continuity errors! Masterlist is here. Enjoy!

Originally posted by thewalkingdead

Three loud knocks rapped on your door.

You sat up, incredibly confused because there was no light streaming through your window. No one normally came to wake you up this early and you began to wonder if something was wrong.

You sat up quickly and approached the door cautiously. You took a deep breath and held it before opening it.

“Hope I didn’t catch you in the middle of a wet dream, darlin’.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Jesus, Negan. The sun’s not even up yet!”

Keep reading

The real OZ

Little known fact.: 

They had to re-shoot the ending of the Wizard of Oz because it was too violent.
In the original ending they didn’t just make it to Oz and get all their problems fixed and escape away.
In the real ending , they’re skipping down the yellow brick road and run into the Italian Mafia.
The gangsters get out of their Cadillac pull their guns and say ‘Give me the girl”
Scarecrow steps forward and is like ,”You know i cant do that Corleone!”.
BANG!!! They shoot Scarecrow and a gun fight breaks out.
Toto is biting ankles ,  Tin Man is hit and leaking oil everywhere , The lion runs away because he’s a bitch.
When the dust settles it’s down to Tin Man who protected Dorthy and one wounded Mafia member.    
And he pleads with Tin Man , “please please have mercy. I have kids I have a family.”
Tin man lowers his glock 9 …. and says yeah …



Fortune and Glory  chapter 17

 Ben was well aware of what a gun felt like, his father had raised him around guns. Teaching him the proper way to clean them and load the barrel. Han had even taught Ben about safe words. If he was ever in any danger he would say a certain word over the phone, and Han would know to come get him right away or to call the police. His dad would also take him to the shooting range so he would be comfortable handling and shooting a gun. So Ben was well aware that the piece of metal currently pressed into his back, was indeed a gun. A 9 mm glock pistol to be exact.

Thank you to my amazing beta @ns0241

Always Mine - Chapter 6


A/N: Here is chapter 6! It is part two of episode 4 from season 7. I just want to thank everyone who has shown this story love and support as well as showing me support. It truly means the world to me!

Rick ran right past Negan and Katherine into the house. Katherine’s’ heart was racing. She was hoping Carl didn’t actually kill one of Negan’s men. That would just mean Negan would retaliate and no one wanted that.

“Your people sure are fucking stupid.” Negan hissed as he pulled her along into the house. When they walked in, they saw Carl pointing a gun at three of Negan’s men.

“Carl, Carl, put it down.” Rick pleaded. Carl glared.

“No. He’s taking all of our medicine. They said only half our stuff.”

“Of fucking course. Oh-ho. Really, Kid?”

Carl glared at him. He noticed for the first time Katherine was there. He saw the way Negan had her wrist in his grasp and he clenched the gun harder.

“You should let her go and leave before you find out how dangerous we all are.”

Katherine’s eyes widened. Did he really just threaten Negan? She knew Carl was just trying to help and protect everyone but all he was doing was putting them in more danger.

“Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my fucking French, but…did you just threaten me?” Katherine swallowed hard . “Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can’t have it. Not him, not me.”

With a burst of andrenaline out of fear of her brother getting hurt, Katherine pulled her wrist out of Negan’s grasp. She ran over to stand next to her father, missing the way Negan scowled.

“Carl, Carl look at me.” Carl locked eyes with his sister. “Just put it down.” The two siblings kept their eyes locked on each other. Carl’s hand had slightly loosened when Negan suddenly grabbed Katherine’s wrist again and tugged her backwards. She winced at the grip on her wrist.

“Don’t be fucking rude, Katherine.” Katherine saw the angry look in his eyes. It had suddenly hit her that she had broken the rule he had given her before they came to Alexandria. Him using her full name confirmed and the look in his eyes told her she was in big trouble.

“We are having a conversation. Now, boy, where  the fuck were we? Oh, yea. Your giant, man-sized balls. No fucking threatening us. Listen, I fucking like you, so I don’t want to go hard proving a point here. You don’t fucking want that. I said half your shit, and half is what I say it is. I’m serious. Fuck, do you want me to prove how serious ? Again?”

Carl looked at his father who was giving him a pleading look. His eyes flicked over to his sister who was giving him the same look.

“Please,” she mouthed silently. Carl exhaled sharply before lowering the gun. Rick immediately took it from him with  a sigh.

“You know, Rick this whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of fucking guns. There’s all the guns you took from my outpost when you wasted all my fucking people with a shit-ton of your own guns, and I’m bettin’ there’s even more, which adds up to an absolute fuck-ton of guns. An as this little emotional outburst just made crystal fucking clear. I can’t allow that. They’re all mine now.”

Katherine’s eyes widened as Negan continued. “So tell me, Rick, where the fuck are my guns?”

Rick lowered his gaze to the ground before turning around and leaving the house. Negan looked at Davey.

“Davey, have the future serial killer here show you where her fucking room is. Pack up all her clothes and put them in my truck.” Davey nodded as Negan pulled her out of the house.

She wanted so badly to argue and say she could pack her own things, not that she wanted to, but she knew Negan was mad at her and she didn’t want to add onto it.

She stayed silent as they stopped in front of the garage where they kept all of the food and weapons. She saw Olivia already standing there.

“I…figured you were coming.”

“Show him where the guns are, Olivia.” Olivia nodded as she stepped back.

“The armory’s inside.”

“You run the show in here,” Negan asked, pulling Katherine around to his front and letting go of her wrist in favor of wrapping his arm around her waist. Rick scowled slightly.

“I-I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns.” Negan nodded.

“Good. Smart. Don’t let me fucking stop you. Take her out, boys. Show ‘em the goods.” Negan’s men all walked inside, Olivia following. Rick moved to follow but Negan stopped him.

“Wait, wait, wait. While they’re at it, I just want to point out to you that I’m not fucking taking a scrap of your food. Slim pickin’s in here. And I can’t be the only one to notice that you got a fucking fat girl in charge of keeping track of rations, can I?” Katherine couldn’t help but scoff at the way he described Olivia. “Either way, you starve to death, I don’t get shit, so for now, you get to keep all the food. How ‘bout that?”

Rick looked up from the ground.

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, Rick. How about a fucking thank you. You think that might be in order? Or is that to much to fucking ask?! What do you think Kitty Kat, is that to much to ask?” Negan laughed not even bothering to wait for Katherine’s answer, not that she would give one. “Ohh. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but what can I fucking say? You forced my hand, Rick. But it’s like I’ve been trying to tell you, I’m a very reasonable fucking man as long as you cooperate. Are you cooperating?”

“What’s it look like?”

“Oh-ho-ho. I know what it fucking looks like. But what I really want to know is if we’re gonna find all the guns back there or if maybe you got a few fucking just waitin’ for their moment…just like my Lucille.”

Katherine’s eyes moved down to the bloody bat that her father was still holding. She zoned out while a memory hit her.

Henry! You can’t do that silly.”

The little boy laughed as Katherine helped him pick up all his food off the table.

But why Ms. Katherine?”

Katherine giggled and put the plate back on the table with the food now cleaned up.

Because the table isn’t hungry, but you are so eat your lunch.” She tickled his side, making him squeal with laughter. Katherine laughed as a knock sounded on the daycare door. Standing up, she wiped her hands off before walking over and opening it.

She smiled seeing a middle aged woman standing there.

Hi, can I help you?”

She noticed the hospital gown on the woman. It wasn’t abnormal for patients to come down and visit. Some times spending time with the children made them feel better.

I’m um, I’m looking for Katherine?”

“That’s me.” She took notice how the woman’s eyes widened slightly and looked her over. Katherine squrimed slightly, a little uncomfortable. She felt like the woman was sizing her up. She cleared her throat and gave a small smile. “Can I help you with anything?”

“You don’t happen to know a Negan, do you?”

Katherine furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she nodded.

I do. He’s my boyfriend. May I ask why?”

The woman’s eyes sarted to water as she gave a bitter smile.

It’s nice to meet, you Katherine. I’m Lucille. Negan’s wife.”

Katherine remembered that day like it was yesterday. She had felt like someone had punched her in the chest. Her and Negan had been together for almost two months at that point and she had felt so stupid for not realizing Negan was married. There were times when they would be at her apartment and he would get a call before immediately leaving. Sure she’d always ask him where had to run off to but he would always tell her it was work related or he would kiss her and take her to bed before she could even ask more questions. He was a master manipulator.

He knew just what to do to get what he wanted.

“You know what today is, Rick? Today is a fucking banner say. Yes, it is. I think this little arrangement we have is gonna work out just fine.”

Katherine stood by Negan’s side, watching as his men walked back and forth, their arms loaded with all their guns. She watched as Daryl walked past them. He looked so broken and in return, it broke Katherine’s heart. She had never seen Daryl this way before.

“Hold up.” Negan said, taking a a hand gun out of one of his men’s arms. “Let’s see if you’ve been taking good fucking care of my guns.” He cocked the gun and pointed it at Daryl. Katherine’s heart started to pound in her chest. She was relieved when he let Daryl pass, instead raising his arm and shooting a window.

She let out a silent sigh of relief.

“Feels good. Sounds good! Oh, I do believe Lucille’s getting’ a little jealous. What between these guns and my little Kitty Kat over here.” He pulled Katherine to him. Katherine and her father kept their eyes on each other, not wanting to feed into Negan’s games.

They continued to watch as all the guns were loaded in the truck. They all turned their heads when they heard muffle crying. Arat was pushing Olivia out of the garage.

“Arat, we don’t do that unless they do somethin’ to fucking deserve it.” Arat stopped and handed him over the notebook that Olivia kept inventory in.

“Yeah, we went throught the inventory. Guns in the armory, guns they had around the walls, they’re short. Glock 9 and a .22 Bobcat.”

Negan’s face turned serious as he looked up at Olivia.

“Is that true?”

“We had some people leave town. Those guns probably went with them.” Rick quickly said, trying to difuse the situation.

“So Olivia sucks at her job. Is that what you’re fucking sayin’?”

Rick quickly shook his head.

“No. No, I’m not sayin’ that.”

“There should be a full fucking accounting here, right? Top to bottom. Am I right?

“No. I mean yes. The inventory is correct.”

“Good. But not so good, too. You see, what’s in here…isn’t fucking there. You’re two handguns short. Do you know where they are?”

Katherine swallowed hard. She said a silent prayer that Olivia did in fact know where they are so this mess could get cleared up as quick as possible because the look on Negan’s face right now, was scaring her. It was the same look he had the night he killed two of her friends.

“No. I…”

Negan sighed and looked at Rick.

“That’s disappointing, Rick. I thought that we had a fucking understanding. But this…well, this shows that someone’s not on board and I can’t have that.”

He turned to Olivia and stepped closer to her.

“I don’t enjoy killing women. Men, I can waste them all the live long. But at the end of the day, Olivia, my dear this was your responsibility.” Olivia whimpered and Katherine’s heart was once again racing.

'He can’t kill her’ she thought. This was the one thing she had been hoping they would avoid and now because some idiot took two guns without anyone knowing, Olivia’s life was in danger. Katherine could kill whoever did it.

“Look, we can work this out,” Rick said, stepping forward.

“Oh, yes, we can. And I’m going to, right fucking now.” Olivia whimpered again as more tears fell from her eyes. Katherine’s heart broke. Olivia was one of the sweetest people she knew. She didn’t deserve to die for someone elses screw up.

“This was your job, and you screwed up. Keeping track of guns? That shit is fucking life and death.” Negan turned to Rick.

“You go find those fucking guns for me, Rick. I’ll be keeping Olivia here company. Arat, grab her.” Arat grabbed Olivia by the arm while Negan grabbed Katherine’s wrist again and pulled her along.

“You can’t kill her.” Negan looked down at Katherine. They were outside while Olivia was inside making lemonade for them, Arat standing guard.

They had been away from her father for almost ten minutes and they had yet to find the guns. She knew Negan was serious about killing Olivia if he didn’t get those guns and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want anymore of her friends or family to die.

“Not only can I, Kitty Kat, I fucking will if necessary.”

Katherine shook her head and stepped towards him.

“Negan, please. They’ve already lost so many people. P-please don’t.”

Negan looked at her, his intense gaze making her squrim slightly.

“And why should I fucking do what you ask? You disobeyed me today.”

Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat.

“I-I was just trying to help back there. I didn’t mean to break your rules. I-I’m sorry.”

Negan smirked and pulled her into his chest. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist while his other hand gripped her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“Your friends need to learn. They need to learn that I am fucking in charge now and there are consequences for their stupid mistakes.” Katherine held in her tears as best as she could.

“Please Negan. Please don’t kill her.” She didn’t want to say what she was about to, but what else was there to do? “I-I’ll do anything.” She been hoping to never get into this situation but now here they were and she was prepared to do anything he wanted in order to keep her friends and family alive.

Negan’s smirk grew into a full toothy grin. His tongue poked out between his teeth as he spoke.

“Is that fucking so?” Katherine tried not to tense. She slowly nodded. “Ya know, I remember you saying that when I was gonna have your daddy chop your little future serial killer brother’s arm off and I didn’t fucking take you up on it. But now I think I will. So, what do you fucking got for me, Doll? And it better be fucking good.”

“W-whatever you want.”

Negan smirked. Those words were music to his ears. He let for of her chin in favor of cupping her cheek. Katherine felt him rub her cheek with his thumb. She would have found it nice if hadn’t been for their history. He bent down close so Katherine could feel his breath hitting her lips.

“You’ll do anything?”

Katherine hesitantly nodded, not liking the look in his eyes. But there was no turning back now. She was doing this for Olivia and everyone else in Alexandria. Sherry’s words came back to her.

A happy Negan means nobody gets hurt.”

Negan got closer to her, their noses bumping into each other.

“I’ve been thinking about getting another wife.” Katherine felt her heart stop. In reality, she should have known that would probably be what he wanted. But it still took her off guard. “And I think my Kitty Kat would be perfect for it. You already know what I like, what I don’t fucking like. You’d be the perfect wife, Doll.” He gave her a villainous grin.  “Yea, yea I fucking like that idea. I’ll spare your little friend if you agree to join me in holy matrimony.”

In truth, she didn’t want to be his wife. She didn’t even want to be near him. But she also didn’t want Olivia to die. And who knows, she’d probably make him more angry if she refused. She then thought about what her friends and family would think. Surely they’d understand she did it to keep them all safe.

“Tick-tock Kitty Kat. The offer only stands for two more minutes.”

Katherine took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry.


Negan grinned.

“Good fucking choice, Doll. Consider your friend spared.”

“Negan!” Negan looked over Katherine’s shoulder to see Arat standing there.

“What?” He stood up straight while Katherine looked down at the ground.

“They found something.”

Katherine’s eyes widened as she choked on a sob. It would be her luck that they find the guns right after she just agreed to be one of Negan’s wives.

Negan smirked.

“Good.” He looked down at Katherine, seeing a tear run down her cheek. He had just got two more guns and a new wife. This day was turning out to be better than he thought. “Let’s go get our guns, Kitty Kat then we can go home and I can go over the rules and shit for being my wife.”

Katherine sniffled as Negan wrapped his arm around her shoulder’s and they made their way back out to the truck.

After getting the guns back and making sure everything was loaded, they all headed back towards the front gates.

“Hell of a place you got here, Rick.”

Rick nodded, looking at Katherine who hadn’t said anything since they found the guns. In fact she hadn’t even looked at him since then. He immediately thought Negan had done something to her but there was no way Negan was going to let him ask her about it.

Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he looked behind Negan. He saw Michonne standing in the abandoned shack that was just inside Alexandria’s walls. Clearing his throat, he looked back at the man in front of him.

“Give me a second.”

Negan looked him over and gave a small smirk.


Rick sighed.

“Please, can you just…give me a second?”

Negan didn’t say anything which Rick took as a yes. Katherine didn’t look up as her father walked away. She was to filled with shame and embarrasment to even look at him right now.

“What do you think? Should we tell your daddy about our fucking union or do you think he’s had enough for one day?” Negan chuckled. Katherine bit her tongue, not wanting to lash out at him. She just settled for shaking her head. “Yea you’re probably right. Fuck, we wouldn’t wanna add any more wrinkles to that face now would we?”

Katherine felt so sick to her stomach. She kept her eyes closed and tuned everything out in an effort to keep the contents of her stomach where they were. She had hid from this man for almost a year. She had never wanted to see or be with him again, yet she had just agreed to become his wife. If she had waited a few more minutes, she wouldn’t have even had to answer because they would have found the guns. But now there was no turning back. Now that she had agreed, she knew Negan wouldn’t let her back out.

She hadn’t realized how long she had zoned out for until Negan squeezed her shoulder. Snapping out of it, she heard him laughing.

“Jesus, even in the fucking apocalypse you still space out?” Negan shook his head. “Say goodbye to your fucking daddy, Doll. We’re going.” She looked up at him as he unwound his arm from her waist. She immediately took the opportunity to run to her father. Rick immediately wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“I love you.” She whispered, squeezing him tight. Rick squeezed back just as tight.

“I love you too. I’m gonna get you out of there, okay. I promise.” Katherine nodded, more tears falling. She heard a throat clear and a hand on her arm, pulling her out of her dad’s grip.

“Well wasn’t that fucking sweet. But we gotta get going, Rick. I’ve got plans to make.” He smirked down at Katherine who glared at him. He just laughed and led her over to the truck they rode in on. Katherine got in and sat in her seat as Negan walked back over to her father to grab Lucille.

She watched as he said something to him before walking back to the truck. Once he was in, he looked at Davey who was in the drivers seat.

“Let’s go Davey. I’ve got a wedding plan.”

Katherine closed her eyes as the truck roared to life and they started driving back towards The Sanctuary. She didn’t know what to expect now that she had agreed to be Negan’s wife. Would it actually help her to keep him from killing her friends and family? What if she did something to piss him off and he attacked her friends and family for revenge.

The only thing she did know, is that she had just agreed to marry Negan and now her life was never going to be the same.


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In honor of Gaston Glocks’ 86th birthday, here are my four favorite conceal carry pistols.

Top to bottom:

42 .380ACP
43 9mm
26 Gen 4 9mm
30 Gen 4 .45ACP

Happy Birthday Mr. Glock!


Rick Grimes in Every Episode» Service
I thought about hiding some of the guns. I did it before. I figured I could bury some out there. Maybe we don’t touch them for years. But what if the Saviors find those guns? What if we run into them when we have those guns on us? One of us dies. Maybe more than that. Maybe a lot more. Doesn’t matter how many bullets we have. It isn’t enough. They win. It’s that black and white. Hiding a couple of guns isn’t the answer, not anymore. We don’t have to like it, but we need to give them over. A Glock 9 and a .22. That’s what they’re looking for. Who has it? Someone knows where they are or they know who does. If we don’t find them, they’re gonna kill Olivia. They’ll do it. Most of you weren’t there. You didn’t have to watch. But you can look away now when someone else dies, or you can help solve this. We give them what they want, and we live in peace. There is no way out of this. Let me put this to all of you as clearly as I can. I’m not in charge anymore. Negan is.

Carl Grimes - I Believe In You (Part 3 - final)

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Hi guys! So here is Part 3 of the Carl imagine I did that so many of you requested it! This is the last one, so I hope you enjoy! ♥

You can read the other ones here> Part 1 and Part 2

Summary: After having an argument with Carl, you still have to survive the rest of the day in Alexandria with Negan and his Saviors doing whatever they please (Based on ep 7x04 “Service”)

Warnings: just a savior being an asshole, as per usual

Word count: 1,758 (oh yeah) 

After the little scene with Carl at the garage, I was back at our house with Judith. She was one of the few people that I wanted to be around right now. I also could really use a talk with Michonne at the moment. She was always so understanding, like a second mom to me. I always went to her whenever me and Carl had problems, she always gave the best advices. But I just I realized I hadn’t seen her since this morning.

Sighing, I sat on the bed, with Judy on my lap. I was exhausted. Not only physically but just exhausted in general. I wanted this all over. I started daydreaming  of an alternative reality where none of this shit was happening. Me and Carl strolling through the streets of Alexandria, hand in hand, while Judith giggled happily next to us. Glenn and Maggie with their baby, Sasha and Abraham together, Rick and Michonne making pancakes at our kitchen, on a sunny sunday morning. And Negan didn’t even exist. I smiled to myself just thinking about it.

But all of that was never going to happen, never. It felt like a nightmare that I could never wake up from. Reality hurts like a bitch.

Suddenly, jolting me out of my thoughts, I heard three knocks on the door. It was Aaron telling me that Rick needed everyone at the church, that we had a problem with the guns. Oh, how exciting.

I placed Judith back on her crib and followed Aaron to the church. Everyone was sitting on the pews while Rick was standing up in front of a cross stained glass. I sat beside Aaron and Eric, who coincidentally were sitting right behind Carl. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?

“I thought about hiding some of the guns, I did it before. But what if the Saviors find those guns? One of us dies. Or maybe more than that. We don’t have to like it, but we need to give ‘em over. A Glock 9 and a 22. That’s what they’re looking for. Who has it?” Rick announced staring at us, searching for some kind of answer in our expressions.

What? Someone stole the guns? What was happening?

“Someone has them. If we don’t find them they’re gonna kill Olivia.”

Of course. Of course someone would die. I sighed and just thought to myself that I wanted to punch the asshole that hid the goddamn guns.

We just stared at each other and no one said a word. Maybe the person that did it was too scared to admit.

“Let me put this to you as clearly as I can. I’m not in charge anymore,” Rick stated, looking down, “Negan is. Now who has the guns?”

As much as I knew that Rick was not the guy who called the shots anymore, it was still hard hearing him say it out loud. It made everything feel more real.

Again, we just stared at each other. I was beginning to think that this was just a misunderstanding and that nobody had really hidden any of the guns. Just as I was about to say that to Aaron, Eugene said from behind us:

“Not everyone is here.”

He was right, a lot of people were missing. Michonne, Spencer, Rosita…

Spencer. My mind immediately went to him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who started all this mess. He had already done this before and I didn’t trust him one bit.

“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe we should search the houses then, see if we could find something?” I suggested, turning my head to look at Rick.

“Yeah…” he replied, thinking for a second, “maybe that could work.  Let’s go then.”

Nodding my head quickly, I got up and walked towards the church exit, with Aaron and Eric behind me. I said a quick bye to them and just as I was about to turn left and go back to my house, I heard a distant voice calling my name. I didn’t even need to look to know who it was.

“(Y/N), wait!” Carl shouted from behind me.

“What do you want?” I replied, slowing my pace and turning my body so I was able to face him.

“Can we talk, please?” He begged with a low voice.

“Yeah, I guess. But make it quick, we have work to do.”

I didn’t want him to think that everything was alright just because I agreed to talk to him. But I also didn’t want to fight with him anymore. I knew well enough that nowadays, staying in bad terms with someone you love was stupid. You never knew when it would be your last moment with them.

“I just… I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I was so stupid. But it’s hard for me, being so powerless, seeing them taking everything we fought so hard to have, and not being able to do anything to stop it. I promise I will try to control myself. At least near you, so I don’t put you in danger as well.”

I sighed and looked at him, trying to find my words. I knew this was very hard for him.

“I know how you feel, believe me I know. I know how brave you can be and how strong your personality is, how you don’t take shit from anyone. That’s who you are. And I love that, I really do. It’s one of my favorite things about you. But you can’t let this anger take the best of you everytime. It’s not worth it.”

“I know. You’re right, as always.” He said and I laughed. He always knew how to calm me down and how to make me less angry with him.

“Yes, sir. I am” I said playfully and stepped closer to him. “I’m sorry too.” I murmured, my smile fading.

“Sorry for what?” He asked, confused.

“I think I overreacted a little back there. I was stressed and anyway, it was too much to deal with all at once. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled and put his hands around my waist, while I put my arms around his neck. Our noses almost touching. I was fully aware that we were almost kissing in the middle of the street, with a bunch of Saviors walking around us, but I couldn’t care less.

“Okay sheriff, we got work to do. We can finish this later.” I smirked and grabbed his hand, walking towards the houses so we could search some of them.

When we were about a block away from our house, I saw them. Two saviors going in and out, taking all kinds of things away. Our furniture, cushions, clothes and even our matress. I couldn’t believe it. Taking all our guns and medicine wasn’t enough?

I tried to ignore it but then I saw one of the men holding something in his hand that was reflecting the sunlight. Please no.

It was my necklace. The necklace Glenn brought to me from a run. It was all I had left from him.

It was still so fresh in my memory, me and him by the gates, just chatting about nothing in particular, until he asked what was the thing I missed the most besides my family. “My cat”, I answered laughing. And he laughed even more. He left saying he would try to bring a present to me. And later he came back with a silver necklace, with the little silhouette of a cat. He said it was for me to use it so I could remember both of them, not only my cat but Glenn too.

Before I could think properly I was already running towards the man.

“Hey! You’re not taking that!” I screamed at him, anger clear in my voice.

“Or what? You gonna stop me, little girl?” He said laughing, a gross smirk on his face.

“Why do you even need a necklace?”

“I don’t need it but a lady back at the Sanctuary might like it.” He replied, the creepy smirk still on his face.

“Please,” I begged, looking down, “just let me keep it. It’s all I have left” I couldn’t believe I was actually saying please to this fucker. But it was worth it.

“What was that, girl? You’re gonna have to say it again.” He said, stepping closer to me and stroking my face with his index finger. I held my breath and tried to hide how disgusted I was.

“Please.” I repeated, louder this time. It was humiliating.

He tossed the necklace at my face and leaned closer to me, eyeing me up and down.

Looking over his shoulder I could see Carl and Rick next to a tree, watching from afar. Probably making sure the man wouldn’t do anything to me. Carl had his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. It probably took everything in him to not come here and punch this son of a bitch right in the face. But I was glad he didn’t. That meant he was really serious about not being reckless anymore.

“Be careful, little girl. Be careful.”  he murmured next to my ear, sending shivers down my back.

He finally walked away and I ran back to Carl, looking for some sense of protection, hugging him tightly and burying my head in the crook of his neck. I inhaled his scent and immediately felt safe again.

“Are you okay? Did he say anything to you?” He asked, stroking my hair.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m okay.” I answered, looking up at him and giving him a reassuring smile. At least I got my necklace back.

Carl and I went inside to check on Judith and by the time we were back, Negan and his men were already leaving. I leaned on Carl’s shoulder as I saw Daryl disappearing in the horizon, along with the trucks.

“We will get back at them, sooner or later. This is not our life.” Carl said, more to himself than to me. I looked up at him and clutched at the necklace in my hand, trying to hold on to the last piece of good memories I still had. From the friends we lost and from our life before all of this.

“We will. If there’s one thing that I learned with Glenn is that hope is the one thing they can’t take away from us. I believe in him. And I believe in you.

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A lot of people on here seem to imagine fem!dean as being super butch and masculine but I imagine fem!dean being extremely feminine with some masculine tendencies. I mean, dean tries his hardest to be the manliest man he can possibly be although he does some things that make him a bit feminine. So why can’t fem!dean be the same way?

I imagine fem!dean with long hair that she always styles differently; manicured nails although if she breaks one it’s no big deal; athletic build from hunting her whole life but also having wonderfully proportionate boobs and an ass; she also always wears jewelry, her stud earrings and amulet necklace would always be on her; and she would always keep herself squeaky clean. Fem!dean would be bait, luring out the monsters by pretending to be a damsel in distress in a skimpy outfit. 

But she’d be masculine in little ways. Carrying a Glock 9 mm instead of a ‘girly gun’, her room in the bunker would be a complete mess, she would cuss like a sailor, burp like a trucker, and not give a damn what anyone thinks about it. She would be a mega bad-ass, tough as nails, but also sweet, kind, passionate, protective, strong, persuasive, complex, nerdy, rarely emotional, sometimes scared, but always brave enough to get the job done.