quotation of the week

The ability to sit down with another person and talk for hours, about anything and everything, is more attractive to me than anything else.
—  Koi Fresco

“Your fall was not an accident. You were chosen for the damned.” (x)

My Savior (Part 2)

Part 1

A/N: This got so many requests, thank you

         I know it’s not as good as the first part, forgive me.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You physically froze. You couldn’t move, you were in shock. You didn’t think that he had that kind of power over you. Then a small smile made its way on to your face, and it grew bigger until it reached your eyes.

Negan and Rick has stopped their conversation to watch you. You turned round slowly and there he was. Carl. You hadn’t seen him in five weeks and you were worried about him. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug; you wrapped your arms round his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You stayed like that for a few moments and then he pulled away. He cupped your face with his hands and wiped away a few stray tears that you didn’t know had fallen. He grabbed you hand and pulled you to the side of the road, away from Rick and Negan, while ignoring Negan’s harsh glares.

“What are you doing?” He asked, turning to face you.

“What do you mean?” You replied, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“With him!” He hissed, gesturing towards Negan who was still staring.

“He saved me.” You shrugged.

“What?” It was Carl’s turn to look confused. “Tell me everything, from the beginning.”

“Well I left like usual, and at the end of the two weeks, I was coming back home but I got surrounded by walkers. I killed five of them but there was, like, 18 left and then the Saviors showed up and shot them. Negan made me an official Savior and I have my own room at the sanctuary. I get treated with respect-”

“Hold on,” He interrupted, holding up a hand. “Negan is a killer! He does not save people!”

“And how would you know?” You defended, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, kid. How the fuck would you know?” Negan suddenly appeared behind you, making you jump. But he wasn’t with Lucille, he had given her to Rick.

Carl squinted, clearly unimpressed with Negan. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know. You killed Abraham and Glenn!”

You gasped as a tear slipped down your cheek. You didn’t want to believe him, but Carl wouldn’t lie about something like this. Glenn was like a brother to you, and Abraham was like a father.

You turned round to face Negan. “Why?”

Negan shrugged, he felt bad that he had made you upset but he tried to keep his cool composure. “You’re people killed my people, so to punish you, Abraham died. But Glenn… Oh that was on Daryl. When Glenn went to hit me, I specifically told them that I would shut that shit down, no expectations! But then your friend, Daryl, tried to hit me and for that, Glenn died.”

By now you were full on crying. Sobs were racking your body, nothing could stop the tears that were flowing down your cheeks.

Carl put his arm round you shoulder and pulled you into him while glaring at Negan. If looks could kill, Negan would be dead.

“Shit, sorry.” Negan wiped the sides of his mouth. “Didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“Leave her alone.” Carl spat. He began walking back to his house with his arm still round your shoulder for support.

“Watch my form!” Negan shouted as he smashed the skull of a walker in with a candle holder. “Clean that up for next time.” He told Rick, dropping the candle holder on the floor.

“Move out!” He shouted raising his hand and waving it. “Well thanks for half your shit, Rick!” Negan sing-songed as he took his bat of Rick and slung it over his shoulder.

You watched as he walked to the truck just outside the gate and you lowered your gaze, deep in thought. Rick had asked him if Daryl could stay and Negan agreed but only if Daryl said it himself. But he didn’t. Carl didn’t ask if you could stay; he probably thought that Negan wouldn’t want you around now that you knew he had murdered your friends in cold blood. Carl’s grip tightened around your waist and when you looked up, you saw Negan staring at you.

“Well?” He asked, waving towards the truck. “What are you waiting for? Get in!”

You shook your head. “I’m staying here. These people are my family.”

“What?” He laughed. “These people are your family? They didn’t come looking for you when you were ‘missing’ for five weeks.” He stated, using air quotations. “What about me? Am I not family to you?”

“You saved me and I’m grateful for that. But I belong here.” You answered. 

Everyone was silent watching your exchange which only made you more nervous.

“You do not belong here. You belong with family.” Negan insisted, walking towards you.

“I am with family.” You retorted.

“You’re not.”

“How would you know?” You were getting pissed off at this point. Why didn’t he just leave?

“I’m your dad, Y/N.”

C'est bizarre de vouloir toujours aller au même restaurant, à la même boîte, de toujours vouloir revivre la même soirée, le même week-end.
—  Loïc Prigent (J’adore la mode, mais c’est tout ce que je déteste)
Remember happiness doesn’t depend on who you are or what you have; it depends solely upon what you think.
—  Dale Carnegie