Rule Breakers

Originally posted by sanellycarmen

Pairing: Negan x daughter!Reader, Carl x Reader
Word count: 1,518
Warnings: Swearing

Part 4 of Gonna Marry That Boy

After the two of you pulled away from Carl’s, Negan went straight to meet the Saviors. He wasn’t even going to make you work this off. Worse. You were stuck, sitting around, listening to them bullshit. Until whenever they decided to get home to their women, or to head out drinking. They were like your weird extended family, and you liked most of them…but this was pure torture.

Finally, two hours in, you’d had enough. “I get it! Good fucking God, dad!” You whined.

Negan shot you a look. “Watch your fuckin’ language.” He told you, earning an eyeroll. “And I don’t think you do.”

Dwight smirked and shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re his daughter, and not mine.”

“I know.” You replied. “Because then I’d look like you.” Watching the annoyance roll across his face was so worth it.

“Hey. Respect your elders, young lady.” Dwight snapped.

“Excuse me?” There was no way in hell that you’d let that dipshit act like he was all high and mighty. “I give respect where respect is due. I fail to see how you’ve earned my respect.”

Negan chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s my girl.” He smirked, looking proud. “She’s right, Dwight. Just like I taught her. Respect is earned, not just fuckin’ given.” His gaze went to you. “You hungry, princess?”

“I’m bored. And I’m sure my clothes smell like old bikers now.” You pointed out.

“I’ll get one of the girls to give you a ride home. Before you gut Dwight over here.” He laughed, getting up.

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((God forgive me for this overlong Rick and Morty reference))

¥ Help me create a really awesome computer virus, like, world ending shit! It’ll be awesome, and then we’re gonna go on even more adventures after that, Florie. And you’re gonna keep your mouth shut about ‘em, Florie. Because the world is full of idiots that don’t understand what’s important. And they’ll tear us apart, Florie. But if you stick with me, I’m gonna accomplish great things, Florie. And you’re gonna be a part of ‘em. And together we’re gonna run around, Florie, we’re gonna do all kinds of wonderful things, Florie. Just you and me, Florie. The outside world is our enemy, Florie. We’re the only
*drunken slurring*
Only friends we’ve got, Florie. It’s just Sam and Florie. Sssam and Florie and their adventures, Florie. Sam and Florie, forever and forever, a hundred years Sam and Florie!
*More incoherent rambling*

[ submitted by @veiledrenayed ]


“I think this request somehow broke the system…”


I can’t say I’ll miss Castle. Wait! Don’t shoot, I can explain. I’ll miss not seeing further progression of the characters and how the actors and actresses grow over time. I won’t miss my Monday night wind downs with Castle, because I’ll still watch an episode, it just won’t be new. I’m not going to say goodbye, because as long as I still have stupid thoughts of WWCD or WWBD then I’ll probably still write about it, I’m not going to let the shows cancellation stop the idea behind Castle. I can’t wait to see what the people from Castle accomplish in their new endeavors and I can’t wait to sit in front of the television with my popcorn, watching the show like nothing’s changed. Because like Alexis mentioned, some things are our north-stars. And for me, in a time when I needed it most, Castle, was my north-star. And like the sun shines on though it’s technically burnt out or whatever, Castle still lightens my day and creates that possibility for joy Beckett once referenced to.

I’ve seen and reblogged some wonderful posts wherein people have used GIFs to show some parallels between Rick and Michonne as juxtaposed with their respective “worst” best-friends, Shane and Andrea. But, as I was watching the oh-so-glorious Richonne couch make-out session for the thousandth time I noticed an even deeper parallel/contrast, a contrast that catapulted me even deeper into my Richonne dumpster.

Many of you may remember (unless you’ve done like me and tried to make yourself forget) the infamous Shane/Andrea sex scene. Shane is driving, visibly focused on the road. Andrea, all hot and bothered–and in my opinion on a high because she’d gotten good with a pistol and took out several Walkers when she got in the zone–reaches over and places her hand on Shane’s crotch. The camera pans out as the car comes to a screeching halt. Shane responds by saying, “Come on then.” She hops over onto his lap and that’s where we could cue the BOWCHICKYBOWWOW music in the background.

Hands down, I couldn’t stand Andrea–she annoyed the ever-living daylight out of me. But, there’s more to why I hold so much contempt for their sex scene. THEIR TRYST WAS DEFICIENT OF EVERYTHING WE ALL WERE SO BLESSED TO BEHOLD DURING OUR VIEWING OF RICK AND MICHONNE’S FIRST NIGHT OF UNBRIDLED PHYSICAL PLEASURE.

“…We wanted it to feel like this was the first time, that they were in love and that they were equals in all areas. And we wanted it to feel natural, beautiful and grownup…I don’t think the romance is going anywhere. I think that they love each other.”
~Andrew Lincoln (Article by Michael Ausiello for TVLine, 2/21/16)

I already knew by watching the consummation of Richonne that the actors accomplished exactly what Andrew commented on. But, the sheer significance of this natural, adult, loving relationship was furthered and deepened by looking back at Shane and Andrea. Their interlude was CRASS. There were no deepening emotional layers. Rick and Michonne, on the other hand, in the moment of their kiss and prior, truly beheld one another. Michonne didn’t just reach over and grab Rick’s dick. She let her fingers rest with his, and they continued to hold hands as they touched, licked, TASTED. They were united in intimacy and solidarity. They are soulmates, EQUALS, fighting for the same things after having done the work of FINDING and DISCOVERING themselves as individuals. So, now I oogle and YEARN for them to go on a run and lose themselves in a buckwild make-out session in the car because a STRONG FOUNDATION has been laid–as Andrew said, “They LOVE each other.” Andrea was so jaded that she could NOT SEE reason when it was being heralded from the woman who saved her life–Michonne. And Shane–trapped in his own downward spiral–betrayed his bestfriend–Rick. So, this my beautiful, lovely Richonner friends, is why we are so enamored by and smitten with Richonne. It is the best damn ship because our lovelies have a deep-seated, mutual respect and attraction for one another that is palpable. A love that transcends the bounds of t.v., stereotypes, and prejudices. They are beautiful. RICHONNE CAN NEVER BE CRASS, CHEAP OR BASIC. Leave that kind of shit to Andrea and Shane.