Jack took a sip and gave a small smile, “It’s good, daddy. But….”
“But?” Aaron questioned with a slight stern voice. It was beyond past Jack’s bedtime but he had insisted on staying up until Aaron came home and by the time that came, he had wanted some piping hot chocolate.
“I should have asked [y/n] to make it.” Jack mumbled softly, taking another sip.
Aaron chuckled, “Did I not make it like [y/n]?” You had been babysitting Jack for almost a year now, falling into the job on accident when you had substituted his class one day. Jack had adored you so much that he made Aaron hunt you down to become his new babysitter.
“No…[y/n] doesn’t use the packets, she makes it from scratch and adds big fluffy marshmallows.” Looking up at his father, he sighed. “I really like [y/n], daddy.”
“I’ll make sure to get her recipe.” Raising a brow, he nodded. “I like her too, buddy.”
Jack handed off his mug to his father, nestling into bed, he hesitantly spoke out. “Do you like her, like her?”
Tucking him in, “What do you mean, Jack?”
Yawning, Jack closed his eyes. “I wish she never had to leave. I wish she could be my second mommy.” Before Aaron could utter a response, Jack was fast asleep, dreaming about building a gigantic fort with you.
Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Aaron quietly left his room. His son’s last words were replaying in his head. Sure, he had found you to be attractive, it was one of the first things he had noticed when you had introduced yourself. He was stunned by your beauty and captivated by your charm involving children. Aaron noticed that kids gravitated towards you and Jack being no different.
Never had he thought about pursuing something with you until now. It was extremely important to him for Jack to like any woman he would bring into his life. And if he could guess, Jack would never like anyone more than he liked you.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed your number. “Hey, [y/n]. Sorry for calling, did I wake you? No, okay good. Oh no, no, Jack’s fine. Actually he just fell asleep, but I wanted to ask you something.”
Your name is JEFF the KILLER.
Of course that’s not your actual name, that would be JEFFERY WOODS.
You are a WORLD RENOWNED MURDER, most famous for your catch phrase GO TO SLEEP. You live in an ABANDONED WAREHOUSE, where you MURDER THE INNOCENT. As advised by STRANGELY LOUD VOICES IN YOUR HEAD.
Your favorite hobbies include, KIDNAPPING PEOPLE, and TORTURING THEM UNTIL THEIR DEMISE.
You may or may not work for a tall well dressed fellow who lives in the woods close by, but it’s in your contract not to say. So shush.
You have quite the large collection of KNIVES and like to keep them tidy in a pile elsewhere, not near your sleeping mat. Rolling over onto a pile of sharp objects in the middle of the night does not sound pleasing to you.
Though you keep your collection elsewhere, you like to keep your favorite close bye, for it has been your partner in crime the longest.
But that’s a story for another day.
You do not own a computer for computers are completely TRACEABLE BY POLICE, but you do have a PHONE possessing DARK MAGIC that allows only the supernatural (and you) to view its contents.
You use this phone to contact your BEST GHOST FRIEND via an app ironically named BLOOD BUDDIES.
Your BB handle was originally bloodyBadass.
But your BEST GHOST FRIEND is a REALLY GREAT HACKER and also a really huge ASSHOLE. Which is never a good combination.
So now your BB handle is paleAnus.
And honestly, you don’t have the motivation or know how to change it back.
paleAnus: you talk with very little enthusiasm unless iTS ABOUT!!! THE!!! THRILL!!! OF!!! THE!!! HUNT!!!
paleAnus: you also like to laugh at things that arnt funny
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!
You plopped down on your bed, grabbing the random book you took from the library. There was nothing like a good smelling book, a cup of tea, and pajamas that made a late night like this easy on your nerves. Lately things had been crazy and this is just what you needed. The bunker was unusually quiet tonight and you were going to take advantage of that.
After reading your book for a couple of hours, you managed to fall asleep with the book still in your hands. Sam opened your door, poking his head inside. He saw that you fast asleep in your bed. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. You looked so peaceful sleeping with a book against your chest. He almost felt guilty disturbing you, but he just needed to be near you.
Sam closed the door behind him as he quietly made his way to your side of the bed. He took the book from your hands, placing it on the nightstand next to your bed. Sam was careful and gentle when he laid you down. He turned off the light, walking over to the other side of the bed. He wasn’t sure if he should wake you up first or just let you sleep.
A/N: Warning: Dominant Partner, Jealousy, Fighting (I over trigger warn to cover all the bases, just in case…. you never know.)
Emmett, you could tell, was not going to hold back. In fact, his posture suggested the very opposite. He was going to show off as much as he could to impress Rosalie, and hopefully help him score tonight. And you nearly rolled your eyes at his antics. Jasper was the opposite, knowing that him showing some gentlemanly behavior would give him some brownie points.
Summary: You make a trip to Alexandria to continue for the hunt for Daryl.
“We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. It’s the evil among us who rule now.” - Anne Bishop
“Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.” - T.S. Elliot
The next morning was face paced and there was little time to spare with Negan wanting to make it to Alexandria as soon as possible. All of his men were gathered in the yard, most of them chomping at the bit at the thought of getting to tear the place up from head to toe once you arrived there.
Once you had readied yourself, you headed down to one of the buildings that were considered ‘apartments’ where David shared and room with Katherine and Ben. As far as you knew, Eugene was also staying on the same hallway in his own room, but you hadn’t seen much of him since he was brought back for making a bullet for Rosita. He mostly kept to himself, and lately you were too busy to pay much attention to anyone else.
You knocked on the door a few times, hearing movement from the other side until the door opened.
David greeted you at the doorway and ushered you inside with his hand.
You gave a nod and entered slowly, looking over the quaint little room. It wasn’t a bad looking room at all, considering all three of them were forced to stay in it together, and of course it was no where near as nice as Negan’s room, or your room for that matter.
Katherine and Ben were both sitting at a table in the center of the room, spooning what looked like oatmeal into their mouths.
“How are you liking it here?” You said aloud, but mostly speaking to David.
Katherine and Ben both looked up at you, giving a few sparse nods here and there before finally uttering, “Fine.” Neither of them seem to care for you, or their placement here very much, and you could say you felt the same. You would have much preferred just being in charge of David, atleast he talked –at times too much – but still talked.
You turned back to him, waiting for an answer.
He shook his head a little, “Well, I’ve got a roof over my head and food. There’s really not a whole lot I can complain about, is there?”
“That’s a really good answer.” You said, relieved that you didn’t have to scold him for giving some smart ass remark.
“What’s the deal for today?” He asked as he sat down on the couch that furnished the room, reaching down to tie the laces on his boots.
“I’ve gotta take a trip to Alexandria with Negan and the others, see if we can find Daryl.”
He nodded as he kept looking down, “So, what do you want us to do?”
“You are gonna come with me, and you two-” You trailed off as you turned your attention back to the table and walked over to lean against it.
They both took note and stopped eating to sit up right, looking nervous at the eagerness in your expression as you stared the both of them down, “You two are gonna work in the kitchen again. Seeing as how both of you seem to be a package deal, I won’t split you up. This is me being nice, and trying to extend an olive branch to you. Do we have an understanding?”
“Why do you wanna be nice to us now?” Katherine asked, squinting at you suspiciously.
“Exactly when haven’t I been nice?” You breathed, your eyes locked onto hers.
“You did threaten to kill us.” Ben cut in, leaning back in his chair.
You rolled your eyes, “Jesus, really? I said if you fucked me over I’d kill you, that’s it. I’m not just gonna blow your brains out because the mood strikes me..” You paused again and pointed at Katherine, “But you are the one testing my patience. I’m tired of the disrespect.”
Katherine immediately averted her glare from you as the thought of you pulling your gun out on her crossed her mind.
“I threatened David, too.” You reminded them, throwing your head back in his direction, “And look at him, he’s going out on runs with me and everything. All I’m asking for is cooperation. That’s literally it. So, I’ll ask again; do we have an understanding?”
They both gave eachother glances as if silently debating whether or not they should, and finally nodding to you in approval.
“Yeah, just don’t kill us.” Ben said before he focused his attention back on his food.
You gave a nod, “Like I said, just cooperate and I won’t have to, I won’t say it again. I’m sure you’d both rather have to deal with me than Negan, right?”
“Yes.” They both managed to say simultaneously, that was the one thing they seemed to be sure of.
“Good.” You said plainly as you turned around, motioning David to follow you as you headed out of the door.
When you arrived back outside, everyone was loaded into the trucks waiting to leave and you were met with the familiar angry glare of the man of the house.
“Jesus-fuckin-Christ, did the goddamn tornado sweep you away to Oz, or what? What the fuck kept you so long?” He demanded as he leaned against one of the trucks, swinging Lucille.
He closed your eyes for a moment before answering, “I had to make sure the other two knew what to do while we are away.”
“Why didn’t you fuckin’ bring them?” He asked, throwing an arm up, shifting his eyes to David, “You brought that shit stick.”
You pursed your lips, “They’d be kind of useless to us, Negan.”
Negan’s forehead creased as he listened to you, “And what makes him useful?” He asked, jutting his head towards David.
You glanced back to see David doing his best to stand tall against Negan’s critique, but you could tell all he wanted to do was cower in a corner, far away from Negan incase he decided to interrogate him with more suggestive and confusing questions.
“He shows potential, and he did kinda save my ass.” You breathed, hating to bring attention back to your own screw up.
Negan snorted and let out a small chuckle, “Mmm, you fuckin’ got me there. Maybe we should give him your goddamn job, huh?”
You lowered your head, not wanting him to see just how much the sting in those words hit you.
Your hands began to twirl into fists, much like the way a snake coils itself when it was ready to strike.
Of course, you’d never lash out and hit Negan, but it was starting to become more prevalent that your time here had made your temper short.. But constantly being around a man as volatile as Negan would surely have that effect on someone sooner or later.
You lifted your head back up and gave a small nod, accepting it.
“It won’t happen again.” You said in a calm tone, walking to the front of the truck.
“I’m sure it fuckin’ won’t, darlin’.” He called out to you as you pushed past him.
David followed behind you, heading for the cab of the truck as you crawled into it. Negan reached out his arm, grabbing David by the shoulder before he slung him back around to his side, “And where the fuck are you goin’?”
“To get in the- the truck.. sir?” David said nervously as Negan held him with one hand and Lucille too close for comfort in the other.
Negan scoffed and shook his head quickly, “Hell no, the front is for me and the lovely wife. You get the privilege of sitting in the fuckin’ back, asshole.” Negan patted David’s face before pushing him in the direction of the back large storage compartment on the back on the truck.
You rolled your eyes as David stood there dumbfounded before turning to get into the back with a defeated look on his face.
“What kept you from treating me that way when I first got here?” You admitted as he hopped into the front seat next to you.
Negan cocked his head in your direction, studying your face before he spoke, “Why the fuck would I?”
You shrugged, “I gave you way more trouble than he does.”
Negan shut his eyes as he smirked, “But he’s not you, now is he, babydoll?”
You smiled as you leaned back into the seat, “No, he’s not.”
“Al-fuckin-right then.” He said matter-of- factly.
The rest of the ride was quiet and the whole way there you could feel the anticipation radiating off of Negan.
You knew when he got this wound up that he was unpredictable and at his most dangerous, much like a wild fire when it gets out of hand, it’s hard to get it back under control and leaves destruction in its path.
You didn’t know what he was planning to do when he got to Alexandria, you didn’t know if he’d kill everyone looking for Daryl, take everything, or just go there to harass Rick until he made him cower down like a scolded dog.
None of the options would have been much of a surprise to you, you had witnessed and done a lot of shit since you’re time here and it was beginning to change you.
Even killing someone wasn’t as big of a problem as it once was, especially if they posed a threat to you, or Negan, but you tried to avoid killing anyone who didn’t deserve it.
Your mind was in such a daze that you hadn’t even noticed when you arrived to Alexandria, and didn’t even notice e when everyone exited the truck, except you.
You were usually nervous when trips to Alexandria were made, but there was something different about it this time.
There was a rapid snapping of fingers that finally broke your train of thought and you quickly turned you head to the source, Negan was standing there, his eyes rows raised as he gave you a peculiar look, “Darlin’, are you fuckin’ there?”
You blinked and pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to gain composure, and bring yourself down off the edge before nodding at him.
“Yeah, I’m just thinking.” You said, sliding to the edge of the seat.
He gave you an apprehensive look, he could sense the anxiety you held, “Don’t fuckin’ think.” He outstretched his hand to grab your chin, tilting your head up to him, “Take a goddamn breath, and get your head on straight, baby.” He spoke softly, almost a purr as he tried to give you a moment of comfort.
You took in a deep breathe and let it out slowly as his hand still laid on your chin. Negan never really took moments to calm you down, so it was almost odd whenever he did, but once he finally did it was an instant release of any tension that you felt. Even if you never trusted anyone else, you knew that you trusted him and his words.
You looked back up at him and gave a nod.
“Alright, I’m good. Let’s go.” You gave a half smirk and jumped down beside him.
“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He smiled running his hand through your hair to grip it before leaning down quickly to kiss you firmly.
He released you and turned towards the gate as it opened up, revealing the insides of the compound and the people all standing around, waiting to see why Negan was here.
You followed behind Negan as he strode toward Rick who was at the front, leading his group, David had climbed out of the back of the truck and found his way to your side.
“What’s going on?” He whispered roughly.
“Be quiet.” You hissed back at him as you stared at the group in front of you, spotting Michonne behind Rick.
“Rick, just the goddamn man I was lookin’ for!” Negan said in a cheerfully, but you knew that this tone of voice was more dangerous than an angered one.
“We don’t have any supplies for you, yet. We’re gonna have to go out further to get stuff. The places around here are getting empty.” Rick said, putting a hand up, trying to reason with Negan quickly.
Negan shook his head and held out Lucille to point it at his face, “No, no, no, fuck no. Believe it or not, I’m not fuckin’ here to take whatever ever shit you’ve gotten for me – I’m sure you know why I’m fuckin’ here, Rick.”
Rick looked around at all of Negan’s men and to you, letting his eyes linger over you a but longer than anyone else.
He always seemed intent on letting you know just how disappointed he was with you with his looks.
You didn’t back down, you held eyes with him - staring back at him with the same sourness.
The constant, silent guilt trips were growing tiresome.
Rick finally averted his gaze back to Negan when he saw that you were going do drop yours.
“No, I don’t know why you’re here.” He said, his calm tone growing into a growl.
Negan hummed and held up his hand, snapping his fingers, giving his men the signal to spread out and tear the place apart.
They all quickly dispersed and pushed past the Alexandrians at the gate to get by, spreading themselves out between the houses.
Rick looked around at all of them with his eyes narrowed, shooting a look back to you and Negan who were the only ones still standing there.
You watched as Michonne made her way over to Rick’s side, laying her hand on his shoulder.
“What do you want?” She growled to the both you, her eyes full of hostility.
“How long are you gonna act like you don’t fuckin’ know, babydoll?” Negan chuckled as he leaned back, his arms outstretched, waiting for an answer.
“Know what?” Rick sniffed as he approached Negan a little closer.
Your hand moved instinctively to your gun as he did so, resting on it – waiting.
“Daryl.” Negan said coldly, the smile dropping from his face, you could hear the anger rising in his voice.
“You have Daryl.” Rick said as he let his hands rest on the sides of his belt.
“Thank you for that excellent goddamn observation, Rick. Now, tell me why the fuck would I be here if I still had him?”
Rick shook his head, “He’s not here.”
Negan sucked his teeth, his jaw flaring as he clenched his jaw, “We’ll fuckin’ see about that, won’t we?”
Rick tilted his head, “Why would he come back here?”
Negan prowled over to Rick, his grip tightened on Lucille, closing the space between them.
You kept your hand on your gun as you took a step forward, your eyes glued to Rick, with Michonne lingering a few feet behind him.
“Because Rick, a goddamn dog always returns to its fuckin’ home.” Negan growled as he stood over Rick.
Rick looking back up to Negan, unflinching, “You won’t find what you’re looking for.”
Negan leaned his head back momentarily before giving Rick a dangerous grin, “For your sake, you better fuckin’ hope we don’t find him here… Come on, darlin’.” He called back to you without his eyes leaving Rick.
You made your way over to both of them as he pushed past Rick and Michonne, both them staring daggers into you as you walked past.
You were definitely walking into a lion’s den, not only were you already viewed as a threat for literally sleeping with their enemy, but you had become the enemy by killing one of their own the last time you were here.
As you walked down the street of the town with Negan you could hear the loud crashing of glass and other materials as the Saviors that were inside the houses were literally tearing them apart.
You knew that a lot of what they were doing was out of enjoyment in destroying property, and not just for the sole purpose of finding Daryl, and for that you felt the slightest hint of guilt, but of course you weren’t about to say anything.
“Is destroying our homes necessary?” Rick asked as he watched one of Negan’s men throw a small end table out of one of the houses, the wood cracking and splintering onto the pavement.
“I guess it fuckin’ wouldn’t be necessary if you’d follow the fuckin’ rules.. Besides, it’s an easier fuckin’ clean up than if I killed somebody, isn’t it? I mean, would you rather me fuckin’ kill all these nice people here, Rick?” Negan asked in an amused tone, as he drummed his fingers on Lucille’s handle.
“No.” Rick protested quickly, “I don’t want anyone else to die.” He shifted his eyes to you.
You rolled your eyes back at him, breaking away from him and Negan to walk over to a porch on one of the houses.
“They look like they hate you more than they hate Negan.” David whispered low, trying to keep out of Negan’s earshot.
“No shit. This is the group I used to be with.” You said, walking up the steps.
“No shit? Seriously?” He said urgently, turning his head to look over the neighborhood as if he couldn’t believe you were once here.
You nodded and leaned against the railing of the porch, “Yes, really. I’m even more unwelcome since I killed somebody here last time, someone I used to know.”
He shrugged, “Why’d you kill them?”
“She tried to kill Negan.” You said bluntly, looking up at him.
A look of shock came over his face, “Honestly, you don’t look like the type that would kill.”
“Looks are deceiving, aren’t they? What, you thought I was just fuckin’ around when I threatened you, and the others?” You squinted, almost getting angry that he thought you were joking.
“No. It’s like I said, you don’t look violent.”
Your forehead creased, “Well, stick around long enough to annoy me, and you’ll see how violent I can be.”
He smirked, “I’d rather live..” He ran a hand through his hair as he looked over to Negan “So, you’re really serious about him, huh? I mean, if you’ll kill for him.”
“He’s done the same for me. We have a bond, and it might be complicated, and at times it might be downright shitty; but yes, I’m serious about him.”
He smiled and leaned down to rest on the railing, “Sounds like a regular fairy tale.” He said jokingly.
“Shut the hell up.” You laughed, smacking him playfully on the arm, “Why do you care anyway?”
“It’s just the world with the way it is now, stuff like that seems unimportant - y'know 'relationships’ or whatever you wanna call it. There’s enough going on already.” He admitted.
You leaned back up and gave him a seriosuly look, “Or maybe it’s more important now than ever. Nothing would be worse than having to go through this shit alone relationship or not, people still need other people whether we wanna admit it or not.”
“Says the girl who’s husband beats other people’s heads in with a bat.” He said bluntly.
“It’s for your protection as much as it is mine. Rival groups are just that - rivals.” You snapped, as your eyes narrowed at him, you could feel your temper starting to rise up in you.
“But you used to be with this group.” He raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t think I’m aware of that shit, David? I don’t particularly like seeing them like this, but they are my fucking people anymore.” You growled.
He stood up and put a hand up, clearly realizing that he was crossing a line with you, “I’m sorry, I was just trying to talk.”
“Yeah, that’s your problem. Learn when to shut your fucking mouth.. Before it gets you killed.” You gritted your teeth, pushing him back out of your way as you went back down the steps.
The problem with being in charge of David was the fact that even when he got on your last nerve, you still had to be around him.
He followed behind you, keeping his distance but still too close for your liking at the moment.
Surely, you could have told Negan and that problem would have been solved on the spot, but it would also have meant David would probably get thrown in a cell when you returned to the sanctuary, or worse. You were nowhere near spiteful enough to have that happen to him over such a small incident.. Not yet anyway.
You liked David, and his company was usually welcomed, but his questions about Negan had began to grow old.
You knew that it struck a nerve so deeply because he had a point, you knew a lot of things that Negan did weren’t so nice, but it was what it was.
If people were allowed to get away with things, even seemingly small things, Negan would be viewed as weak, that he could be walked all over, and so would the rest of the sanctuary – even if the people were some you used to be apart of something with.
This world was too brutal to not be brutal right back at it.
The search for Daryl continued while everyone stood outside of their houses, listeningredients to their belongings being thrown around without a second thought.
You felt a push on your shoulder and turned to the source, Michonne was standing behind you, glaring as she usually did.
“How can you stand around and watch this happen?” She hissed in your face.
You furrowed your eyesbrows at her, “I think we’ve already had this conversation. Tell him where Daryl is at, and we’ll leave.” You lowered your voice, getting closer to her, “What the hell do you expect me to do anyway, Michonne. You really think I have the power to make him stop?”
Her lips stretched into a thin line, “No, but your gun does.”
“The only person I’ll shoot is you, if you keep threatening us.” You growled.
“Michonne!” Rick called out, taking a few steps towards her, knowing that there would be no reason for you two to talk, unless it was an argument “Stop it. Now.”
“You better listen to your fuckin’ leader there, darlin’.” Negan said as he looked over to see what the commotion was about, he had a less than pleased look on his face.
“Fuck that.” She scoffed turning her gaze back to you.
The next few moments were almost in slow motion, you took a step back as you saw her hand reach up, grabbing for your gun.
Her hand caught the collar of your shirt as she slung you sideways.
You planted a foot firmly on the ground, catching yourself before she could how you to the pavement, you slammed your hand into her chest, giving her a hard push. Michonne stumbled backwards her hand still gripped on your shirt, taking you down with her, it was a struggle between the two of you as you wrestled on the ground.
You swung roughly and landed a punch in her face, she let out a pained groan as she tried to claw into your eyes.
Your anger had reached its peak and you pushed her down again, her head knocking hard against the pavement as you exerted yourself trying to climb onto of her, wrapping a hand around her throat as your fist came down on her face again and again, her blood running freely over your hand from the busted nose you had given her.
“Stop it!” You heard a man’s voice bellow in the background, it was distorted and you couldn’t hear much of anything, but your best guess was that it was Rick.
You had completely forgotten about everyone else, until you were finally pulled off of Michonne as she lay there in the street.
You were kicked and screamed as you were drug away from her, trying to break away to get in another punch.
It took you a few seconds to snap out of the rage you were in, and you looked around; David had his arms around you, holding you back.
You watched Rick as he ran over to Michonne, calling her name urgently as he dropped to his knees beside her.
She wasn’t dead, but you had busted up her face pretty well.
“Christ, you fuckin’ girls and the constant catfights.” Negan said nonchalantly as he walked over to you.
You looked up at him nervously, afraid he was going to scold you for what had happened.
His eyes shifted to David and he jerked his head back, “You can fuckin’ let her go now, asshole.” He said giving him a sour look as his hands were still wrapped around you.
David dropped them quickly, backing away from you at Negan’s order.
“What the fuck was that shit, darlin’?” Negan said in a low, hostile tone.
You wiped the sweat from your brow, allowing yourself a moment for your adrenaline to settle.
You looked over at Michonne who seemed like she was finally coming to as Rick lifted her up off the ground, debating whether or not to tell him the real story, or just chalk It up to the fact that you two hated eachother.
You chose the latter.
“She’s just pissed at me.” You answered, shaking your head, “She wants me dead. I’m considered a traitor around here, you know.”
Negan glanced back at Rick who was standing there, holding up Michonne.
He looked utterly defeated, “Can I take her into the house?”
Negan sucked his teeth, ignoring Rick as he turned back to you, “Fuckin’ kill her, if you must.”
“No.” Rick started to beg, “Please.”
“Rick, there are fuckin’ rules. This is the second goddamn time your lady has fuckin’ attacked mine, and I’ll fuckin’ leave it up to her.” He snapped at Rick.
“No.” You said bluntly, “Not today anyway.” You stood there firmly, looking from Rick back to Negan.
Negan nodded his head slowly and as you glanced back to Rick once more, you could see a look on his face that you hadn’t expected.
He looked greatful.
“Please.. I’ll talk to her.” Rick stammered as he adjusted her in his arms, “Please, let me take her inside.”
Negan sighed and turned to him again, swinging Lucille playfully, “Goddamn, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch, Rick. Extremely lucky. And for this fuckin’ act of kindness on both our parts, don’t you think you owe us a little something?” He smirked.
Rick looked down at his feet, not wanting to answer him.
You could see his body tensing up from just being asked.
“C'mon, Rick. I gotta fuckin’ hear it.” Negan chuckled as he laid a hand on his belt, “You know there’s no alternate fuckin’ version where this goes any fuckin’ better than it is now. So, fuckin’ say it.” He demanded as his eyes burned into Rick.
Rick nodded slowly, sniffing as he looked back up, you could see the anger in his eyes as he forced out a “Thank you.”
Negan gave a slow clap and pointed at him, “Atta boy! Now see, was that so goddamn hard? And look at that, everyone is still fuckin’ alive.. But you’re still giving me that same goddamn shitty look like I pissed in your cereal or somethin’. Why don’t you fuckin’ try it again, Rick.”
Rick clenched his jaw tightly, his lip trembling as he took in a labored breath, “Thank you.”
Negan clicked his teeth as he set Lucille back on his shoulder, “That’s more fuckin’ like it.”
Negan motioned for Rick to follow him as he walked down the street to his house, you followed behind them with David still at your side.
“Are.. Are you okay?” David asked timidly.
You gave a nod, your anger towards him had diminished, “I’m fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been in a fight.”
“I thought you were gonna kill her.” He breathed.
“It wasn’t for lack of trying, if you hadn’t pulled me off I don’t know if I would have stopped.” You said, shoving your hands into your pockets.
When you reached Rick’s house, Negan’s men were walking out after they were done searching, and throwing things around, heading for the next house.
Carl was standing on the porch with Judith in his arms, walking down the steps quickly to greet Rick, his eyes shifting to Negan angrily when he saw him.
“Dad, what happened?” He said in a nervous tone, clutching Judith to his chest.
“Get in the house.” Rick growled, walking past him into the house.
“Kid.” Negan said in an upbeat tone.
“What did you do to her?” Carl narrowed his good eye at negan, nostrils flaring.
Negan leaned his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Still acting like a fuckin’ badass, huh? I didn’t do shit.”
Carl shook his head and turned to go back into the house.
“Hold the fuck up.” Negan called as he reached back, handing Lucille to you.
You took her from his hand and propped her onto your shoulder like he always did.
“What?” Carl growled.
“Well, you didn’t think I was just was gonna make a fuckin’ house visit without holding that little fuckin’ ray of sunshine, did you?” Negan held out his arms and motioned to Carl, “Hand her here, kid.”
A look of nervous came over Carl as he held Judith protectively, she was starting to get fussy.
You guessed she could sense the tension in the air.
Carl walked down the steps slowly as he approached Negan.
You could tell he was struggling between wanting to not hand her over, and also not wanting to anger Negan.
He sucked in a breathe and transfered her over to Negan’s arms reluctantly.
“There, see.” Negan said sweetly as he held Judith up and bounced her in his arms. She calmed down and even giggled as Negan rocked her back and forth in his arms, “I think she fuckin’ remembers me.” He cooed.
“You could atleast not swear around her.” Carl said, annoyed.
Negan shot a look back at Carl, “Christ kid, she’s not old enough to even talk. She’d probably be better off if her first word was 'fuck’ anyway.” He looked down at Judith, “Isn’t that right?” He cooed again.
Judith giggled again, babbling back at him. A big smile came over Negan face as he kept looking at her, she reached up to try and grab a handful of his beard.
You could never help but smile when you watched him hold her, it seemed to be the only time he was ever completely sweet and non-intimidating.
Rick walked out onto the porch, his face went pale as he looked on in horror as he watched Negan holding his daughter.
His submissiveness seemed to have worn off at the sight, and he walked heavily down the steps with a dangerous look in his eyes as if he was seconds away from charging at Negan.
“Give her to me.” The twang in his voice getting more prominent now, his hand balled up into fists.
You knew he wouldn’t attack Negan while he had his own child in his hands, but you weren’t willing to risk any of it, and you quickly pulled your gun out, pointing it at him.
He slowed to a stop a few feet away from the both of you.
“Look, what your lookin’ for isn’t here. Daryl isn’t here. We do everything you want, give me my daughter.” Rick began to plead, his eyes starting well up with tears as he scowled at Negan.
Negan smiled and patted Judith on the back, “I fuckin’ know he’s not here, Rick. That’s pretty goddamn clear since we’ve searched the place from top to bottom.”
“Then just leave. Leave us alone until you come to collect your shit.” He snarled at Negan.
“That would be the fuckin’ thing you’d like, isn’t it? But there’s a goddamn problem there.” Negan said calmly.
“What problem?” Rick shook his head, throwing his arms out.
“Daryl being fuckin’ gone. Now, I’m not fuckin’ stupid, Rick. Maybe he’s not here at the moment, but he’ll show up sometime, if he hasn’t already, and when that happens, I have no fuckin’ doubt you’ll show up at my goddamn doorstep wanting to fight. If you fuckin’ did, that’s cool. We outnumber you pretty fuckin’ bad.” He sighed and shrugged his shoulder, “But I’d rather not waste my fuckin’ time on it, and to make fuckin’ sure you don’t come to my doorstep with your bullshit, I need to take out a fuckin’ insurance policy.” He gave Rick a wicked smile.
“Please.” Rick started to beg as he watched Negan.
“Too late for that shit. you know how you can fuckin’ fix it, give me Daryl.”
“I told you, I don’t-”
“You don’t fuckin’ know where he’s at.” Negan cut him off, “I tell you what, Rick. You work on fuckin’ finding him then, how about that.” Negan gave an evil smirk, “Until then, this little angel is gonna a have an amazing fuckin’ life at the sanctuary.”
Your eyes widened as you looked over to Negan, in shock at what he was saying.
It was something that you hadn’t even expected, your hands began to shake nervously as you held onto the gun.
“Negan..” You breathed fearfully.
He shifted his eyes to you, “Calm the hell down.”
“I’ll kill you. Both of you.” Carl stepped forward, looking at you and Negan.
“You’ve got some fuckin’ balls, kid, I mean it. But I’m not the one with the gun to my goddamn head.” Negan smirked as he turned to walk away.
You moved your gun to Carl, your hand still shaking at you gave him a sympathetic look as you backed away from the both of them, not letting your eyes leave from fear of them charging at you.
“Sorry.” You whispered.
You turned quickly and jogged in the direction Negan was heading to catch up with him.
“You can’t be serious, Negan.” You said in a skiddishly as you walked along side him quickly, looking back to see Rick and Carl following you in a panic.
“I’m very goddamn serious, darlin’. You really fuckin’ think they wouldn’t try to come after us? Doing this ensures we don’t have to deal with their bullshit version of revenge.” He huffed, making his way to the truck.
You adjusted Lucille on your shoulder, almost forgetting you were holding her, “Negan, this is his child. Besides, we have Eugene.”
“Having that mullet wearing motherfucker wouldn’t stop them either, babydoll. Just fuckin’ trust me.” He opened the door to the truck and climbed in, holding Judith close so she didn’t fall.
She began to get fussy again as things got tense again.
“You’re not gonna hurt her are you?” You asked nervously.
Negan rolled his eyes as he gave you an angered look, “Fuck, you think I’d do that? Hell no, I wouldn’t fuckin’ hurt her.”
You shook your head and wiped your eyes on your arm as sweat ran down your face. Partly from the heat, and from the amount of stress.
David didn’t speak as he walked up to you just as wide eyed, you nudged your head to the side, silently letting him know to get into the back.
Rick and Carl stood feet away, watching as you climbed into the truck next to Negan. You holster your gun once you were inside, and he handed Judith over to you.
She wrapped her arms around your neck and you rocked her on her knee, hoping to God she didn’t start screaming.
Negan leaned out the window, pointing to Rick.
“Remember what I fuckin’ said, Rick. If I find out you know where the fuck Daryl is, I can promise you it won’t play out half as fuckin’ well as it did for your boy when I brought him back here. Well fuckin’ be in touch soon.” He called out as the truck started.
As you drove off, you hung your head out of the window as Alexandria was left behind once again, and watched as you saw Rick dropping to his knees, a man whom was completely broken.
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What about a Sammy Imagine? Like something where the reader gets hurt badly on a hunt Sammy (the boyfriend) takes care of you. Love you
There were countless times where your boyfriend Sam Winchester would come back from a hunt with injuries. You never failed to take care of his wounds as best as you could. Luckily there was rarely a time where any of you had to go to a hospital. Unfortunately, this time when you came back from a hunt with Dean, you were the one who ended up getting injured.
You ignored Dean’s pleas and went straight to the shared room you had with Sam. A dangerous hunt always made you think about what you had with Sam. It refreshed the painful reminder that your lives were incredibly dangerous and unpredictable.
When you pushed open the door, you limped inside the room. You quickly gained Sam’s attention. He moved from the bed, rushing to your side. The younger Winchester grabbed your arm, letting you lean against the other. Sam sat you down on the bed, grabbing the emergency first aid kit that you kept on the dresser.
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Prompt: “Just smile. I really need to see you smile right now.”
Warnings: none; just some Bellamy fluff
It had been a long and stressful day for everyone. The impending fear of the Grounder army attacking lingered in everyone’s minds. Building the wall took a lot more work than everyone thought. Everyday they added more security and built secret tunnels.
Everyone had jobs to do. Hunting, collecting food like fruits and vegetables, collecting clean water to drink, creating rations. You were in charge of portioning food into rations for the hundred delinquents you were forced to live amongst.
Two of the idiot teenagers got into a fight and ended up knocking the whole table over you were bagging the food on, more than half of it going to waste.
“You fucking idiots, now you get to work overtime collecting food for the percent of us that don’t get to fucking eat!” John Murphy had screamed at them and sent them out the gates.
You sighed loudly and spent the next hour picking up the mess and washing off the food that could be salvaged. By that time it was Monty and Jasper’s turn to take your place.
You walked over to where laundry was done, your clothes hanging in sight that you couldn’t wait to change into. When you walked over, you noticed your clothes were still dripping wet. “Sorry, (Y/N). Water was low today and I just got to it,” Monroe gave you an apologetic smile. Even though you felt annoyance burning in your chest, you gave Monroe a tight smile and thanked her anyway.
You decided you needed a nice walk away from the people getting under your skin the most. You walked out the gates, ignoring Murphy who was calling for you to stay at camp. He wasn’t the boss of you. You felt into your holster on your thigh and made sure your knives were secure before venturing off father into the forest.
It was probably a bad idea for you to go on your own after all of the drama with the Grounders but you had no desire to be around anyone in that moment. At one point, while you were distracted looking up at the changing leaves on the trees, you stepped on a root. Your ankle rolled painfully under your weight and you cried out as you fell to the ground, your elbows skinning along the dirt as you went down.
Cursing yourself, you rolled over and grabbed onto your throbbing ankle. Angry and frustrated tears built in your eyes as you pulled yourself on the tree that sent you into the dirt. You started limping your way back to camp, gingerly rubbing your bleeding forearms to try and get the mud off.
The sound of someone clearing their throat caused you to stop short and look up, keeping your weight off your injured ankle. Standing before you was your boyfriend, Bellamy, an unamused look painted on his face. He wanted to scold you for coming out alone so bad but when he saw you limping and bleeding he couldn’t find the words. He simply sighed.
“Just smile,” you blurted out, the tears you’d wanted to let out all day finally escaping your eyes. “I really need to see you smile right now.”
Bellamy instantly stepped forward and enveloped you into his arms. Allowing you to cry on his shoulder and rant about the misfortunes of the day. He kissed your forehead and when you were finally done crying, he gave you a loving kiss on the lips.
“Lets go get you cleaned up then we can curl up for a nap, yeah?” Bellamy whispered and brushed the stray hairs that had slipped from your ponytail away from your face.
You sniffled and leaned into the older male’s rough yet soft touch, nodding your head slightly. Before you knew it, Bellamy was swooping you off of your feet and carrying you bridal style back to camp. The brunette whispered compliments into your ear, some of them inappropriate that made you giggle. You couldn’t wait to be curled up in bed, falling asleep to the sound of Bellamy’s heartbeat in your ears.
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You shuffled into the bunker, closing the metal door behind you. It was no surprise to you that Dean and Sam would be gone. Once you reached the bottom of the stairs you could see a note on the table. You used the hand that wasn’t wrapped in cloth to pick up the note. You threw the note back down on the table. They found another case before you got back. Now what were you going to do?
You had gone on a hunt by yourself. Usually your hunts went rather smoothly, but this one did not. You were bruised, bloody, and you had a piece of glass stuck in your hand. You tried to get it out, but it hurt too much to take it out yourself. That’s why you were hoping to find Dean and Sam in the bunker, but they were clearly gone for the next few days.
You held your wrist in your hand, observing the bloody rag that was around your hand. You went to take a step forward without realizing how lightheaded you had become. Luckily your boyfriend Lucifer came to you in the nick of time. He caught you before you could fall.