or the whole murder thing

Imagine being Daryl’s younger sister and Negan taking you captive along with your brother

(Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 I really loved this one XD Sorry for the late post btw…But Yay Daryl :) and Negan XD Gifs not mine/found them on google/credit to the original owner.)

After Abraham’s head was bashed, his lifeless body fell on the ground. Negan, the man behind all of this murder, was laughing and smiling about the whole thing.

You had screamed in fear of the horrific sight and cried in sorrow to see the blood spewing out and splattering over you. Out of breath and shaking, you just stopped. You couldn’t think of anything else and froze.

He moved all over the place out of excitement, showing off his bloody bat and looking at you with wide eyes and a big smile.

He was mocking your dear friend by imitating his last words and suddenly you just couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. Your hands gripped your thighs, trying to cope with what was happening and hold back your tears.


The more you heard the words coming out of his mouth the more you wanted him to shut the fuck up. In a fit of sheer anger, you couldn’t hear your friends trying to stop as you got up on your feet and finally reached over to punch at Negan’s jaw.

A solid crack was heard and he flew to the side. He found his foot back and in that moment, his angered showed.

“You! You punched me?! You fucking punched me!? What the fuck?!”

As he held his jaw, his men rushed over to hold you down. They threw themselves at you and grabbed your limbs to make you submit. Despite giving them a fight, you found yourself being slammed against the ground, cheek in the dirt and the weight of a few men they were putting on you.

Daryl could be heard during the commotion, only telling them to let you go and trying to get up.

With the men pointing their guns to the head of everyone, he knew he couldn’t reach you and just started to beg them to let you go. You, yourself tried to fight your way out of their grasp but it only served for them to push you down even more.

It suddenly made Negan laugh and he walked over to crouched down near you.

“What a badass! Jesus! Gettin’ up and punching me! Wow…”

He grabbed a handful of your hair, to get a good look at you. He smirked rubbing his jaw and with his gaze, he seemed to remind you of who was in charge. You gritted your teeth in anger and moved, trying to get his hand away.

He looked over at Rick and the others, and yelled, “No more of this…Is it clear?! The next one of you pussies that gets up! I swear! I will shut that shit down!”

He let go of you and stood back up rambling about on and on. You saw him making his way towards to face the others in the line.

Strangely, he had calmed down. He was apologizing for all of this, saying he couldn’t let that behavior of yours go, you knew you were going to be taken away or outright killed but out of nowhere he raised his bat up in the air again.

Screams were being heard again and his laughter was in the mix as he had just claimed Glenn’s life. His eye popping out of his socket, terrified yet made you tear up even more. As he whispered his last words, his life came to an end.

You were in shocked and confused all at once suddenly freezing and feeling your body tense from each of the swings.


As the sun rose, you tried your best to calm yourself down, while your brother, Daryl looked over at you. From his eyes, you knew he was trying to comfort you while as well blaming himself for all of this somehow.

After everything that had happened that night, you had found yourself locked up in a cell while being looked upon by Dwight. Your brother had been taken as well under the excuse that you would now serve Negan as his soldiers.

He smirked looking down at you and knew you were going to be of interest for him.

It was dark and dirty and you couldn’t figure as to what was happening. You laid on the ground opening your eyes slowly, only to hear a jolly song being blasted through the place, reminding you where you were.

It had been days since your arrival and from the start, your “caretaker” has been showing you around the camp, making a big deal about the fence full of walkers.


“See that…That’s where you and your brother will end up if you don’t rise up…Take your place here…and you’ll never suffer…”

Those words ran through your mind as you stayed in your cell but each time you were permitted to be out, you forgot about them and only thought of how to escape.


The door suddenly opened and as usual, Dwight offered you a sandwich. You quickly took it from him, knowing it’ll probably be your only meal and ate it eagerly.

He stood by the door waiting for you to finish it. After a few bites, he reluctantly had to grab you by your given shirt to lead you outside.

He told you to be quiet as you walked out only to suddenly be stopped by Negan.

“Ah finally…I get to meet you personally, Y/N…Still pretty! Still badass! Am I right?!”

He eyed Dwight and instantly made him move away so he could grab you instead. He held you not as tightly as Dwight but pulled you much closer to him.

“Leave us alone, Dwight…I’ll take care of the young lady…”

Dwight nodded and left you alone to be with Negan for the first time.

He then whispered in your ear, “I missed you…”, before chuckling jokingly. You couldn’t find the strength to fight back and only ended up following along with him.

“So I hear from my men…That you never…give them a clear answer as to what you want…I mean…You gotta make a decision, beautiful…”


His endless questions and sweet tone, threw you off. The compliments were even worst and truly disgusted you, he had killed your friends so cold bloodily, and was now acting like he was your friend, how in hell could he just act like that, you thought.

Still not answering him or looking at him, he simply chuckled at your answer and suddenly a thought occurred to him.

He stopped in the middle of the hall, still holding you but suddenly letting go and turning to look at you.

“Oh…When my guys showed you around…and told you about the place…Did they show you…”

He carefully leaned in closer to you to the point you could feel his warm breath and he continued, “Door number four…”

You simply looked down once again and shook your head understanding the meaning. There was another option for you, apart from working on the fence, for the points or for Negan. From his tone and attitude, this one scared you for some reason and you were in no hurry to find out.

As you answered him, he scoffed and backed away smirking while eyeing you up and down.

“I see…Then how about I show it to you…”

He reached for your hand and to your surprised, he held you softly. He lead you down to another hall and slowly you noticed how different the feel was.


You could hear some slight laughter and chatter coming from women and you couldn’t help but wonder as to was going on. As he finally got you to the lounge, instantly you raised your head up and were surprised by how nicely decorated the room was.

Countless women in lingerie and tight little dresses were sitting around, playing card games and talking, eating as much fresh produce as you have ever seen.

The sight was overwhelming and you couldn’t process as to what was happening. You glared at them and as they walked pass you, you backed away avoiding them slightly.

Negan, seeing your reaction just chuckled and went back to being incredibly physically close to you. Holding you by the waist to him, he showcased you the women with his other wives, talking to you in a low voice.

“You see all those women…they are all mine…they can have whatever…and I mean it whatever they want from me! As long as they are loyal to me…and only me…You get what i’m saying…”

You frowned hearing him and looking at them. In a few instant, you knew that they were most likely the wives or girlfriends of his men and just felt your stomach turning.

He eyed you again and tried his best to get to your head.

“Look at you…All dirty…and still pretty! It’s hard to believe your family with old Daryl back there! But tell you what…Marry me…and I’ll clean you up real good! You’ll just look even better than you are!”

You glared in disgust at him, in hopes he’d stop but unfortunately he didn’t noticed you and rambled on as he noticed your bare feet.

“You’ll even have shoes to wear…no heels! just to hide those cute little feet of yours…a tight dress to let me look at your body when I walk by…”

He finally looked back up and at this point he just wanted you to say yes. He loved the fierceness you seemed to show him mixed with your lovely features, remembering how you had punched him and thinking about how it could’ve went another way, then only turned him on.

He wanted to convince you and keep you here as long as he could and knew the perfect way for you to think about it.

“Think about it…If it assures you Daryl…doesn’t have this option but if you stay…I might consider to let him go…He can go back to Rick…Cause we both know how he needs some men now…”

As he remind you of everything, you grew angry and just fought to get away from his grasp.


He chuckled for a moment but suddenly called over his men.

“Dwight! Get over here! Get this little bratty girl out of here! She needs her time out! Before she can get clear mind about all this awesomeness!”

You were brought away and once again you found yourself in the darkness of your cell. This time, you thought about Negan’s fourth suggestion and couldn’t help but wonder if he’d keep his words over your brother.

You knew how anxious he was about all of this and from the commotions coming from the other side of the hall, you knew how he had been trying to find a way out.

You held your knees, thinking about it and as you noticed the picture of your friend Glenn in the corner, guilt came back to you. You cried quietly and suddenly a different song was being played and it made you a wreck.


You fell asleep after a while and for an odd reason, as you woke up, you had the idea of trying to open the door.

It was unlocked, you suddenly smirked and got out of your cell. You paced around and knew you couldn’t ever stay or accept any of this. Instantly, you walked over to your brother’s cell to open for him.

He freaked out but as you put your finger to you lip and indicated him go follow you.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N…They’ll find us…”

He got up as you took his arm to get him up on his feet and answered him simply.

“No…No they won’t…We can’t stay here…Let’s go…”

You both made your way as subtle as you could and avoided the few Saviors that were in the rooms.

You got to the back door and as you opened, he rushed to the first bike he saw, trying to find a key. You did just as him with the other bikes and quickly paced around.


However, a whistle was heard and a few men had slowly circled around you. You backed away towards your brother and he tried to shiled you as best as he could.

You ended up being backed to backed and were just ready for a fight until Negan made his presence clear.

“Hot diggity dog! Ready for a fight! That’s amazing…A shame you’re like this, only because you want to leave me…What did i ever do to you…”

You knew he meant it for you and you couldn’t face him properly. Although, his tone was joyful, his eyes were full of anger.

He walked over to your brother and asked his men around who they were, with no hesitation they all answered “Negan”. He started to talk about the options laid put for Daryl and your fist curled as tightly as when you were ready to fight.

The thought of your brother maybe being brainwashed this way scared you and you couldn’t help but put yourself between him and Negan.

It angered Negan to see you so defensive but at the same time, he felt more than amused. He wanted to smirk, smile and just pinch your cheek for being so overprotective of your big brother.

For some reason, that feeling made him do something he wouldn’t ever do to a woman. He talked to you in an angry tone, “You if you don’t step the fuck away…I swear I’ll kill you!”

As his words, came to an end, he swung his bat at you but came to stop the instant it was near your head.


Oddly, you didn’t flinch. You didn’t move or blink or anything. You couldn’t explain why but you thought that maybe, you were that way because you were going to take for your brother or maybe you just felt like you deserved it for doing what you did to Glenn, whatever the reason, his bat didn’t scare you at all.

It had scared Daryl and stunned Negan. Both their eyes had widened in shock for different reasons and they both tried to get you.

But as Negan stepped in closer, Daryl was pulled away. Negan was more than impressed and he didn’t hide it at all.

He stared at you, smiling and smirking. He nodded as you avoided his gaze and in a low tone said, “You don’t scare easy…I like that! No I love that! Now that is what I want in a woman! What I need!”

Your brother hearing such words tried to get you but was instantly pushed to the ground by the men.

With no hesitation they started to beat him and in a fit of fear and distraught, you tried to get closer.


However, Negan’s grip had gotten to you first and suddenly he continued, “Don’t like seeing your brother beaten up now do you?!” while keeping you completely still with the other men.

You looked at him in dispair, only for Negan to find his opportunity to make you his. It was almost to perfect for him and he just couldn’t hide his excitement. “Y/N baby! Say the words…and i’ll make this whole thing stop…”

You didn’t want to say it, you didn’t want any of this life and stayed quiet for a while. But in between, the sounds of your brother’s bone cracking and his winces, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

With some struggle and reluctance in your voice, you ended up accepting his sick deal simply to end the abuse your brother was in.

“I-I…I’ll marry you! i’ll marry you! Please just stop everything! I’ll be your wife just as you like! Just stop hurting him!”

Negan chuckled and looking over at his men, he yelled out his order.

“You heard my new wife! Stop beating my brother-in-law! Fucking christ! You don’t hurt family like that! That’s fucked up! Get off him!”

He made his way toward them to shoo them off and got Daryl on his feet. He could barely stand up and you just felt terrible to have let him go through that.

Negan noticed your tears and made his way back to hold you. He wiped your tears and stroked your hair, doing his best to comfort you.

“Honey…Don’t cry…It’s all over…Your my wife now…No more harm to your family…you know cause it’s mine too now!”

He laughed at his comment and Daryl didn’t understand as to what was happening. He stared at you despite the bruises and simple said, “What? Y/N…What does it mean?”

You couldn’t give him an answer too humiliate about what had just happened and simply closes your eyes as you cried.

Negan had different reaction and simply gave him what he wanted to know.

“Daryl…For your little sister, there was a door number four for her…and now she just took it…”

Daryl felt his heart ache worst than any of the pain from the poor fight he gave earlier and just didn’t want to believe that being Negan’s wife was your solution.

He tried to reach you but Negan’s men put a stop to him.

“You let go of her you fucking freak! She ain’t ever going to stay here as your wife or anything!!”

He struggled to get to you but came to a stop as he heard your voice.

“Daryl! Please stop! I-I’m doing this to save you…He’ll let you go back to Rick…Besides I deserve this…It was my fault…again…”

As they both heard your reasoning, it hurt them both to hear you say such things. Daryl shook his head wanting to comfort you and let you know that it isn’t.

Negan felt bad himself, to hear your strained voice and simply pulled you closer for a hug.  

“It’s not your fault…Stop blaming yourself…”

You couldn’t find the courage to hold him back but you hide your tears in his chest as much as you could.

He rubbed your back for a while and started to make his way back inside as his hand reached to hold yours. You reluctantly followed him back and as you walked through that door, Daryl was let go to leave on his own.

But he stood still, wondering if he should go back and retrieve you and probably die in the attempt  or do as you asked of him, and just wait for the right moment.

If you honestly think exposing war crimes is something that should rightfully be punished AND APOLOGIZED FOR you’re fucked up. You view the states UNACCEPTABLE VIOLENCE as righteous and the denunciation of its murder and path of literal terror as a thing that must be destroyed. Go fuck yourselves. You don’t care about what is supposedly “just” and what is supposedly “moral,” you care about the protection of power and violence as long as it is not attacking you yet.

i always laugh when i see hannibal lecter on those “top scariest horror character” lists because like the guy wears sweaters??? and cries at opera??? like sure he’s an asshole who does a lot of fucked up shit and i can’t say i wanna meet him in real life but he plays the theremin i mean come on

Dating Tate Would Include...

(Post Death)

  • Meeting in the murder house. That should be the basis of this whole thing. Be careful.
  • He would literally be like a pet waiting for you to get home every day.
  • “You’re home! I waited for you. What did you do today? Are you hungry? I made you some food…”
  • Lots of cuddling
  • Tate is the little spoon. Practically always
  • Music listening.
  • “Here, listen to this. None of that new shit.” “Oh my god, you are an old man, Tate.”
  • Him literally just sitting around watching you as you go about your day, doing work, chores. etc.
  • He is an actual cat?? (including the evil personality)
  • Very insecure so you’d have to constantly reassure him he’s amazing
  • Dirty talk all the time
  • Sex everywhere
  • Halloween becomes the only holiday you care about. Going to movies, places, traveling to places that you can go and come home in one day.
  • He’s kinda overbearing.
  • Super protective, even the mailman is kinda freaked out to talk to you tbh
  • “Tate, leave him alone.” “What?” [cue shit eating grin]
  • Sarcastic jokes, teasing constantly just to get a reaction out of you
  • So much sex
  • Dealing with Tate’s split personality
  • Being afraid of who he is, but standing up to him. This makes him snap out of it but he feels guilty every time.
  • Lots of apologizing.
  • Makeup sex.
  • Making love.
  • Keeping each other sane while living with the other ghosts
  • Tate introducing you to Nora
  • Nora thinking of you as the daughter she never had
  • Tate calming you down if the other ghosts make you start to question yourself and your morality
  • Hiding from everyone else together, listening to each other’s heartbeats
  • Knowing you’re complete with each other
  • Sorry, but….. Tate doesn’t age…. He tries to kill you so that you’ll be together forever. Make with that what you will.

i love this bc its so ominous but you gotta realise that fuyuhiko mustve 1) gotten ahold of the school speaker system 2) found the cctv so he could see sato’s reply 3) managed to arrange things so she was the only one in the entire building 4) used this power to repeat the same thing into the mike for like a solid 3 minutes

their dicks, man

kira and kosaku, are their dicks the same, man? is kira’s bigger? smaller? how does shinobu feel about this? if their dicks are the same, did kira inspect the guy? did he check out kosaku’s peen before murdering him? just how traumatizing the whole thing was for kosaku? and was he the first guy kira checked? was kira so lucky to find a guy with identical dick on the first try, or did he have to grope around? how many men did kira casually molest in the process? and just how fast would he have to do all that to make it on time? if kira’s and kosaku’s dicks are not identical, did kira get it switched at aya’s salon? what was his thinking process behind that decision? did he just consider it to be a part of the identity bundle, like “i’m going to impersonate this guy, so i’ll need his face, hair, and dick”? or did he somehow deduct that kosaku was a married man? did he get his dick switched in anticipation of living with kosaku’s wife? how did kosaku feel about this? does aya even offer dick adjusting services? did she advertise said services? could she be one of the very first people to send out enlarge your penis emails? araki explain.



A non-comprehensive list of canonical facts about Rohan Kishibe: -Casually chooses to murder Koichi by slowly tearing his memories out instead of just inviting him over and reading them. -“Fights” Josuke by forcing Okuyasu to set himself on fire (making him history’s greatest monster). -Almost immediately tries to befriend Koichi like the whole murder thing wasn’t a big deal. -Later pays his victim to hang out. -Destroys a small child at rock-paper-scissors before he knows it’s a stand battle. -Severs his own finger and sets his house on fire because he suspects Josuke is cheating at dice. -Saves Josuke not because it is the right thing to do, but because it lets him be a jerk to someone else. -Indirectly murders a man because he can’t control his curiosity. 

Basically what I’m saying is that Rohan is the best. (I’m also saying I can’t wait for a DiU anime to be announced: that shit is gonna be amazing.)

e: Next page, Okuyasu’s New Trick/Jotaro Kujo: Dad of the Year, is up!