22.“Did you just hiss at me?"  88."STOP INTERUPTING ME!"  NEGAN

The armory was desolate at night, most of men having already gotten their weapons to guard the perimeter.

It was then that I normally took my time to clean the weapons. The quietness was welcoming after having to listen to shouts the majority of the day.

"Well, well, well,” Negan leaned on the door frame, hands in his pockets.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a rag, “What do you want Negan?”

He shrugged, coming over to the table and sitting down, “Just stopped by to see my little soldier hard at work.”

He knew I hated being called that, “I hate that nickname.” I griped.

He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows, “Well, what should I call you then, huh? Babe?”

I quickly reassembled the hand gun.

“Baby? Snookums? Little Ray of sun-”

“Damn Negan! Stop!”

“Cuddle cakes? Sweet chee-”

“Fuck off.” I got up, putting away the 3 guns that I had finished.

“Honey bu-”


I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I hissed at him.

He cocked his head to the side, then laughed, “Did you just hiss at me?”

Bending back slightly, he let out a belly laugh, “I’ll be damned, you did just fuckin’ hiss at me!”

Still facing the guns, I felt Negan’s body press up against mine, “How about Pussy Cat, hmm?” He whispered in my ear.

“You know, you suck at nicknames.” I said, smiling.

He chuckled, holding on to my waist. Running his nose up my pulse point, he lightly bit my neck.

“I’m pretty fuckin’ good at other things,” he said, darkly.

I sighed, knowing that I was about to make a deal with the devil, “Oh really?”

Another nip as he hummed his answer. He then turned me around to face him, “Why don’t you let me show you just how fuckin’ good I am?”

I was about to answer when a few of his men appeared.


“STOP INTERUPTING ME!” He yelled at them.

Using what brains they did have, they smartly went back outside to wait for Negan.

“All goddamn day they’ve been fuckin’ hounding me.” He sighed, looking down at me.

Clicking his tounge, he actually seemed down in the dumps, “Continue this later, baby.”

Before he could leave, I leaned up, kissing him.

He seemed shocked at first, but then licked his lips and grinned, “You taste good, baby girl.”

I bit my lip, shy all of a sudden.

Laughing, he winked at me as he left.

It appeared that the devil was going to get my signature, one way or the other.

Women are described in animal terms as pets, cows, sows, foxes, chicks, serpents, bitches, beavers, old bats, old hens, mother hens, pussycats, cats, cheetahs, bird-brains, and hare-brains…‘Mother Nature’ is raped, mastered, conquered, mined; her secrets are ‘penetrated,’ her ‘womb’ is to be put into the service of the ‘man of science.’ Virgin timber is felled, cut down; fertile soil is tilled, and land that lies ‘fallow’ is ‘barren,’ useless. The exploitation of nature and animals is justified by feminizing them; the exploitation of women is justified by naturalizing them.
—  Karen J. Warren Ecological Feminism
INFPs during conversations... part 2

Everyone else: *Talking talking…*

*moment of silence*

INFP: “I thin–”

Everyone else: *Interrupts*

INFP: (in their heads) Oh. I’ll wait. Its okay. Don’t mind, don’t mind.

Everyone else: “INFP why are you so quiet?”

INFP: Wait what? *cries*

Find part one here: