So I have this personal headcanon that a few months into her pregnancy, Sakura begins to notice crows. It’s not super often, especially at the beginning, but often enough to catch her attention. When she starts to get fatigued and asks Sasuke to stop for a short break in a small clearing or by a river or in a little café or on a bench in the town they’re passing through, there seems to always be a crow up in the branches above or on a telephone wire across the road. Sakura will chalk it up to her imagination when she thinks that it’s watching her. However, the more pregnant she gets, the more frequent these sightings seem to occur. Then, on the night before her water breaks, she has a strange dream about Itachi. Sasuke has told her Itachi’s story at this point, so the dream is serene. He’s at a distance from her, though watching her with quiet intensity. The smallest of smiles graces his face and he looks genuinely at peace, and if she squints hard enough there may be tears pooling in his dark eyes. He whispers something, and she has difficulty hearing him. She starts to move closer, asking him to repeat himself, but still he is too quiet. She desperately tries to get closer in order to hear him, but he disappears suddenly in a burst of crows. At that, she awakes abruptly in the early hours of the morning. She finds a crow only a few feet away, watching her intently. For some reason, two words ring through her mind in a voice that is not her own.
It is then that she finds her water has broken, but she feels no panic in those first few moments. She is oddly at peace.
I’ve passed this barn many times now, and I always wonder what it looks like inside. From what I can see in the windows, it looks like some kind of thrift store, or maybe a storage place for a thrift store. It’s much creepier looking at night, and this night was foggy, which we all know is a key ingredient of any good horror film. I think this was the first time I saw the fence open, and since it no longer obstructed the view of the barn, I decided to get it in frame as well. (it also brings the creep factor up a notch, with bonus points for the barbed wire)
- Hercules is a biker that shows up a lot and flirts with Laf
- Washington owns the place
- The Schuyler’s are badass and lead their own all girl gang
- Maria is there to she sings at the club most nights
- Now John. John hot wired a bike and is road tripping across America
- He acts tough but is really big sweetheart that likes to draw
- So John shows up one night and Alex just dies
- Everyone one makes fun of Alex and tries to get them to talk
- He takes Johns order
- John just straight up hits of him so much
- He calls Alex Sugar
- Everyone’s killing themselves laughing
- So eventually John leaves saying he’ll be back tomorrow
- Cue Alex fretting over everything
- I feel like I should mention Homosexuality was illegal in the 1950s
because it was
- Okay so after like a week of John coming in everyday Alex says screw it and kisses him
- They go on like ‘dates’ but mostly stay at Hamilton’s place
- John some how convinces Alex to let him buy him things
- Then A N G S T
- aka Senator Henry Laurens
- Why. Because I can. That’s why
- So pain happens
- Happy ending?
*This is a story I’m writing so enjoy this rough outline*
N: Playing with puppies, the feeling of the sun on your skin, lazy days, white bed sheets, playing with hair, star gazing, drinking warm coffee, aged books, eating macaroons, holding hands across a table, cuddling on the couch, writing in a diary, calligraphy, climbing trees, playing in the sand at the beach, traveling to London, paper bags, felt tip pens, split coffee, chocolate chip cookies.
Hongbin: Mirrors, taking pictures, collared shirts, Polaroids, scrap booking, watches, grand father clocks, white converse, sketching with pens, playing in the snow, denim jackets, grey cardigans, listening to music on a train, walking around the countryside, bike riding by the beach, fairy lights, cloudy days, maps, gravel, burning paper.
Leo: Freckles, broken glass, fluorescent lights, doc martens, tile floors, dates at the aquarium, floating in open water, mirages, candle sticks, rings, sitting at the bottom of a pool, walking along railroad tracks, getting lost at night, sitting by a lake, a cool night breeze, street lights, wet roads, water distortion, dreams, crashing waves, lathering soap, wire armatures.
Ken: Fallen yellow leaves, sunflowers, eating oranges on a hot day, glitter, painting, drinking tea, feeling grass on your feet, caramel, soft serve ice cream, picking flowers, flannel, doodling on the corner of a page, falling asleep in a field, waiting for a subway, eating eggs in the morning, checking things off of a to do list, dried flowers.
Ravi: Sitting in an old book shop, playing with matches, untied shoe laces, dried roses, drinking red wine, eating raspberries, rubies, late nights at a bar, a crescent moon, drinking coffee alone in the middle of the night, smeared lipstick, trespassing in old train yards, getting a cut, abandoned libraries, bomber jackets, scratch marks, hickeys.
Hyuk: Flowers floating in water, bath bombs, antique replica ships, collecting crystals, marshmallows, white Adidas, sleeping in late, bubble baths, pink lemonade, shy kisses, playing with hair, platinum blonde hair, pink hoodies, strawberries, baseball hats, putting photos on your wall, cherry blossoms, eating peaches, rhinestones.
Disclaimer: I don’t know VIXX very well. I only listen to a few of their songs. Please do not be upset if it does not turn out the way you want. This is my interpretation. (I literally only look at one picture of them and base it off of that.)
When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.
Warning Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.
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My breath sped up as everyone stood frozen in place waiting for what was gong to come next.
He seemed to be thinking deeply and it worried me. I could feel it pouring off of us.
What was he going to do?
This couldn’t be good.
Rick should never of left.
I bloody told him.
If The Saviors were just going to turn up when ever they wanted he couldn’t keep going out and leaving. Some of these people stupidly looked up to him and he owed them more than he could ever realise. I wish I could look up to him but I didn’t agree with a lot of the things that had been happening recently and my trust was gone long before the dead started walking among us.
Attacking that outpost had been the biggest mistake and Glen and Abraham paid the price for it. Sasha, Maggie and her unborn baby would have to live with that. Have those pictures run through their minds for the rest of their lives. That would never ever leave them.
Our family was fractured and I didn’t see anyway that was going to be fixed. How could it?
This man might of been semi responsible but Rick, the so called and self proclaimed leader was at the centre of it all.
Quickly I moved my eyes to look over our people and noticed Carl wasn’t here. What the fuck?
Shaking my head slightly I hoped he had done what I told him not too do. As stupid as that sounds I hoped he was on his way to Hilltop.
With any luck Edith caught up with him and Judith was safe with the both of them.
“Okayyyyyy” he tapped the wire covered bat on concrete road beneath us “This is what’s going to happen” he began walking up and down looking every Alexandrian in the eye as he did “My people are going to go in these homes and take what they want and you’re going to stay out here and behave like the good little boys and girls I know you can be” he pulls the bat up to eye level in Arron’s face “You can sit, you can stand but you can’t move from out here until I damn well say so” he smiled wickedly and then started to move in your direction again.
I could feel my heart start to beat faster as he moved. Oh shit.
“Now” he pointed the barbwire covered bat right at you “ y/e”
“Oh fuck” I muttered under my breath. However apparently not quiet enough because the arse who was holding my arm chuckled. Oh fuck indeed.
“That’s Rick the pricks house. Right?” He tilted his head to our house that only a few moments ago you had been standing in front of with Edith and Judith. I couldn’t seem to form any words so I simply nodded my head swallowing the extra saliva that was now pooling in my mouth.
“Excellent” he threw his arms in the air “Time for some fun boys!” And just like that most of the saviors scattered forcing their way into our homes once again while the rest stayed with their guns pointed towards us.
Closing my eyes briefly I sighed as the one who had been holding my arm released it. Defiantly going to have a serious bruise from his fingers. Thanks fucker.
“Don’t look so sad littleone” you jumped as you felt warm fingers pull your chin upwards.
Opening my eyes I once again came face to face with Negan. I didn’t hear or feel him move this close to me and that was alarming.
“Now I have got a special task for you darling” he stood up straight, releasing my chin as he did.
I started internally freaking out what did he mean by ’special’?
“I am thirsty” thirsty? “So you can follow me into Rick the Pricks house over here and make me some god damn lemonade!” Lemonade? He started walking away from you “Todayyyy!” He called over his shoulder as I starred at his back kind of in shock.
He wants me to make him lemonade? I didn’t know if we even had any in the kitchen. Shit.
This was it. Dad was going to come home and I was going to dead, splattered all over the damn place because we didn’t have any fucking lemonade.
I took a step forward to follow but then froze. I could see Rosita shaking her head at me telling me not to follow him.
“DO NOT MAKE ME ASK AGAIN Y/E!” Looking at the house I found him standing at the front door pointing that damn bat at me. | didn’t like the thing, I assume thats why he has it. Scare tactic.
Quickly, not allowing myself to look at anyone else I made my way towards him, walking straight through the open door, him following silently behind.
The sound of the door clicking shut made me nervous.
It was just the two of us.
Negan and me.
Me and Negan.
The man who killed for fun.
If Dad was here he would be freaking out right about now.
I couldn’t help but nervously smile at that as I reached the kitchen. He would probably be more concerned that he wasn’t the one alone with Negan. Looking for a weakness he could use against him.
Not knowing if he was following behind me or not I move quickly. He wanted lemonade and that is what I was going to do. With any luck once he had his drink, if we even had any that is. God please let there be enough to make him at least one glass.
Hopefully he will leave.
I could hear a lot of shouting and banging occurring outside as his men took even more of the stuff from our homes.
This wasn’t going to end well. Fuck sake Dad.
Opening a cupboard I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding and pulled out a tub of lemonade. Thank god it doesn’t feel empty.
Olivia must of brought it over when she was looking after Judith yesterday.
Smiling I quickly made his damn drink. Aware the entire time that he was watching me from across the room.
The sound of a thud echoed throughout the room made me jump, my eyes quickly looked towards him. For the first time since being alone.
He was starring right back at me with those hazel eyes and that lop-sided smile.
“You’re very quiet” he noted as I went back to making his drink “Unusual in fact women normally don’t shut the fuck up unless you threaten to knockknock” he chuckled eyeing his weapon of choice.
Finding my voice I replied in a semi sarcastic voice “Yeah, well good for them”
His laugh caught you off guard and you spilt some of the lemonade on your hand and the floor as it poured into a glass.
“I like you” What? “No bullshit…. Itssssss” he waved a hand in the air “Refreshing”
I must be hallucinating. Right?
“See your leader, Rick the Prick he..”
“My Dad” I blurted out not thinking. Oh shitting hell I should not of said that. Dad is going to kill me, if Negan doesn’t first.
“Excuse me?” He stood up straight “Ohhhhh so that explains the stink eye He’s your Daddy?”
Staying silent I just placed the glass on the table that separated us and moved backwards so my back was against the work top crossing my arms over my chest.
“So Daddy Rick has been hiding you from me then?” I didn’t answer. To be honest I didn’t dare speak as the man before me picked up the glass and brought it to his lips “Thats very interesting” he added with wide eyes before taking a sip.
“Damn thats good!” I Smiled, relieved.
“You sure are something” he snickered “So Daddy isn’t going to be home anytime soon? Shame I was hoping to see him”
“I miss him” he laughed at some kind of joke he must be thinking off. I sure as hell didn’t see why that was funny.
“So y/e” he said before taking another mouthful of lemonade “Lets talk” he pointed towards the front room before walking over to and sitting down almost gracefully onto one of the sofas, leaving his bat on the table in the kitchen.
“Come on” he patted the space next to him “I don’t bite” at that I raised my brows and walked closer “Well unless you ask ever so nicely anyway” he winked and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I don’t remember the last time I laughed like this.
You know one of those full on belly laughs that makes you slightly light headed?
“Well that was fucking a beautiful sight and sound sweetheart” Negan speaking stopped me almost instantly and I suddenly remembered where I was and who I was with.
I had let my guard down for a few seconds there and that was dangerous to do in this world now. Dangerous to do with this man.
Ignoring his earlier move for me to sit down next to him I sat in a chair opposite instead.
“Okay” he said placing the now half empty glass down with a clink on the coffee table that we never used “Lets get straight to the point”
I could feel myself breathing harder as I nervously watched the man before me who didn’t fault as he held my gaze.
He both was and wasn’t what I thought he would be like at all.
The way they spoke about him he sounded more like a wild cave man from the prehistoric time than the one who was calmly sat in front of me now.
I knew he was dangerous, I wasn’t stupid, you couldn’t miss that but there was something more about him and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was exactly.
“Now you look like a smart girl y/e”
Did he just compliment me?
There was a odd tension building in the air as I continued to look at the man before me.
What was he going to say?
What was he going to do?
Why was I even here?
When he had hand-lessley dragged me into the house he hadn’t known I was Rick’s daughter. What was he doing?
“Now I know we fucking surprised you guys but thats the name of the game of this world” I could feel my teeth digging into my bottom lip as he spoke in a deep and commanding voice.
Why did he have to be so, so…..charismatic?
I mean I should feel nothing but hatred towards him… right?
“But I’ll let it slide that you didn’t have your great almighty fucking leader Rick the Prick here and I’ll even let it slide that you didn’t have my shit this one time. We came early, I respect that”
The blood pumping around my body began to get warmer as he leant forwards in his seat.
“But what I won’t deal with being damn disrespected”
“I’m no..not” I stuttered.
“Now now” he laughed and stood up towering over me like a damn tree or something that had been growing for hundreds of years “You have been more than hospitable doll but that Daddy of yours” clicking his tongue “He needs to be more respectful. Im not stupid I know he’s up to something”
Nodding my head I didn’t know what to say.
“What else Is he hiding from me?” He asked eyeing me “Apart from your glorious self of course”
“I wouldn’t know” I answered honestly. Because that was the truth. I may be Rick Grimes daughter but I was never involved in his little meetings. The only thing I knew he was hiding was Judith and of course Maggie and I was not going to be the one to tell him about either one of them. I would rather face his bat than be the one to tell him. Judith was too innocent to have to face this and Maggie… well she just had been through enough.
“Don’t lie to me y/e” he raised his voice making me jump.
“I’m not lying to you, honestly all I do is stay here and look after Ju.. everyoneelse” fuck.
I had almost let her name slip between my lips. He seemed to disarm me being around him. I had to be more careful.
“You don’t leave?” He looked me up and down.
Shaking my head “No, not really Rick doesn’t want me out on runs or anything and we’ve been here for a while”
“So the last time you stepped foot outside of these walls was before you got here? To Alexandria?”
“Pretty much” I nodded my head.
There was of course the times you had snuck out, protected Judith and that time you had been to the quarry with that insanely massive heard of walkers.
Apart from that I hadn’t left here since Arron brought us.
I both hated it and was grateful at the same time. I wasn’t stupid though. I knew the reason why was because my Dad didn’t think I could cope, didn’t want me outside of his control, of his watchful gaze or whoever he had around to watch me. He didn’t want my help unless it was to look after the baby that wasn’t even his.
“Well fuck me sidewaysssss” he started walking around the room. Running a leather clad finger over every surface as he went.
I bit my lip as I watched him move. He was one of the most graceful men I had seen in a very long time and I could feel it, him, awakening something inside of me that I had buried down so, so long ago.
We hate him.
“Damn thats no fun huh?” He laughed almost evilly but there was something else there too. Almost glee?
“Well I’ll tell you what y/e” he stalked towards me causing me to sit as far back as I could in the chair. “If you ever and I do mean fucking ever want to get outside of these walls and have a little adventure I would be more than fucking happy. Jesus it would make my fucking week to have you at the Sanctuary” Sanctuary? Where was that?
“What?” I asked as he placed a hand on either side of the chairs arms, caging me in.
“Our own little paradise doll” he licked his bottom lip “All you have to do is say yes and you can come” widening his eyes he added “And if you say so in more ways than one” he added with a wink that almost made me openly drool.
My eyes widened and dilated as I processed what he said. Did he just? No?
Shaking my head I simply said “Thanks for the offer but no” Idiot.
“No?” He sighed before standing back up “Offers there anytime y/e. Any fucking time for you. Yes it fucking is. You can have anything you want anytime, get some air in those magnificent lungs” Did he just checkout my boobs?
“Thank you” Why did I just say thank you? The man just said he wanted to make me cum. Only if you said so My subconscious reminded me.
“And if you were to become one of my wives.. then damn sweetheart you just might make my fucking year” his eyes were twinkling and the room was now thick with sexual tension causing the two of us to both breath a little heavier.
“Wives?” As in plural? Fucking hell.
“Perk of the new world” he stroad away towards his bat, picking it up in his gloved hand “Me and Lucille here will leave you all alone sexy y/e before……just don’t forget the offer alright?” He added the last part as he shook his head. As if if he was trying to remove what he was about to say from his brain.
His bat had a name?
Was he a former asylum patient or something before the apocalypse?
Wait a second did he just call me sexy?
Shakily I mumbled out a sort of ‘ok’ as I followed him as he moved.
Something inside me wanted him to stay.
Maybe I was the one in need of a phycologist. Jesus.
Loosing my damned mind.
Just around him. Fuck.
He whistled loudly “We are out of here!!!!!” Turning to you he added “Thanks for the lemonade” with a wink and waved goodbye before they all began to retreat towards the gate “We’ll be back in TWO DAYS” he shouted reminding everyone he was coming back for the stuff he was ‘owed’.
In less than a minute they were gone and Gabriel was pulling the gate shut behind them, leaving us almost stunned. It was like they had never even been here.
No one moved for a moment. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like several minutes.
For some stupid reason I had a smile on my face.
That man was nothing like what they had said about him.
Yes he had killed two of our family but we were responsible for over forty of his being killed in that outpost. Maybe he wasn’t so bad?
“What happened?” Rosita came over to you when everyone felt safe to move once again.
Shaking my head I had to gather my thoughts making sure to loose the smile.
“Doesn’t matter” you told her but not taking your eyes off of the closed gates. There was no way I was going to tell them Negan knew I was Rick’s daughter and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell them about his offer.
To take me to the Sanctuary.
And the whole wives thing?
That was kind of fucked up.
“Y/e” she repeated sounding angry and went to grab my arm.
“I already fucking told you it doesn’t matter” I bit out angrily.
She looked a little shocked at my outburst.
I barley bothered saying anything these days. No one ever listened unless it was about fighting or gathering stuff so what was the point?
Looking at everyone as they looked back at me with confused and shocked expressions I realised I had to say something. He could not find out Negan met me. If he knew what would he do?
“Rick can’t find out about that” I told them pointing towards the house.
“And why the hell not”
“If you want to be the one to tell him that Negan spoke to me when I was meant to be out of here before he ever had the chance then fucking go for it but I think we all know that is not a great idea. You know what he is like he’ll do something stupid. Look what happened last time he did that we lost Glen and Abraham!”
It was his fault we were in this position in the first place.
Spencer was nodding in agreement. He was one of the only other ones who openly didn’t agree with going into that outpost. He said we should make a deal and looking at what had happened today he was right.
No one got hurt.
No one lost their life.
Hell he even thanked you for making him a lemonade.
You didn’t leave it for any further discussion before turning around and walking back into the house.
“Where are you going?” Arron spoke up.
“To have some lemonade” I shouted not bothering to look back as I slammed the front door shut.
I have to say a massive thank you I have been blown away by the response to part one! I never expected it and especially seeing as this is the first walking dead piece I have written too!
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