Just had to give a friend a stern talking to because she was shaming people who were so upset about The Walking Dead last night.

She said that we need to check our priorities and that it’s just a tv show.

I had to let her know that if someone wants to be upset about a tv show or a character, then they can and there is nothing wrong with that. It doesn’t make you completely unaware of reality and your own life. It’s something that we enjoy and it helps us escape our day to day lives for just an hour a week. There’s nothing wrong with that.

And to make people feel like they’re doing something wrong with their life is completely unacceptable. I understand that she doesn’t give a fuck, but a lot of people do, including me, so posting that just offended me as a person who loves The Walking Dead and loved Glenn and Abraham and I feel I was perfectly justified to be upset and to even cry when they died.

We’ve been with these characters for so long that we “know” them. They were integral parts of the show. To have them go out, and so brutally, is going to be heartbreaking no matter what.

To shame people and tell them to calm down and that it’s just a tv show is just rude.

I haven’t talked down to her about anything she likes, so don’t talk down to me about what I like.

Such...a...pretty girl you are


warning: rape, blood, tears, love, stressful situations, death

We all sit there. Drenched in cold sweat, hearts beating out of our chest, eyes already dead. Our hopes crushed. Any hope of getting out easy is gone.

I’m pushed on my knees next to Carl. My eyes glossy with tears. Carl looks at me and grabs my hand. He brings it up to his lips and kisses it. “Everything’s going to be okay baby.” He soothes me.

The door to the RV swings open and a man walks out. A tall and dark man. One full of revenge and fear to put upon others.

“Which one of you pricks is the leader?” He speaks walking closer to us.

“This one. He’s the guy.” Someone says pointing to Rick; his hair soaked in sweat.

“Hi. You’re Rick? Right? I am Negan and I do not appreciate you killing my men, also when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool! Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is but I think you’re going to be up to speed shortly. You are so going to regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes you are. You see Rick whatever you do, no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order and the new world order is this. Even if you’re stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes, pay attention. Give me your shit or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot and you know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me, That’s your job. Now I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow but swallow it you most certainly will.” Negan speaks as he walks back and fourth across the line of our group.

I take a shaking breath catching the attention of our capture. Negan walks over to me and examines my body. I make eye contact with him and he then looks at mine and Carl’s connected hands. Negan shakes his head and laugh. “Oh how sweet. I am just over loaded with adorableness from these two! Just look at em! Young love in a shity world. Who would have ever thought.” Negan walks around me and looks at me from the back.

“Ha she’s a nice catch isn’t she boys?” Negan laughs as his men agree with vulgar comments.

“Move her to the other side. Away from him.” My arms are grabbed and I’m dragged to the other side right beside Glenn. I look at Carl and see him fight the urge to scream out. My boyfriend, my best friend, the only thing that makes me get up and fight this world was sitting there scared and wanting to scream out.

Once I’m in the new spot Negan starts his speech again.

“You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But, the word is out, you are not safe. Not even close. In fact you are pegged more pegged if you don’t do what I want and what I want is half your shit. And if that is too much you can make, fight or steal more and it will even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back, the harder it will be. So if someone knocks on your door, you let us in, we own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down. You understand? What? No answer? You don’t really think that you are going to get through this without being punished.” He teases as he continues to walk.

“I don’t want to kill you people, I want to make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me. You can’t do that if you’re dead, now can you. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them, more than I am conformable with and for that you have got to pay. So now, I am going to beat the holy hell out of one of you. This is Lucille. She is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honour.” He walks over to Carl and lowers to his level.

“You have got one of our guns. Yeah you have got a lot of our guns.” He says and stuffs the gun into his belt. He then walks over to Maggie.

“Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now.”

Glenn then screams and jumps out begging for Meggies life.

“Get him back in line!” Negan says.

“Alright listen, don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. It’s an emotional moment, I get it, but not even the emotional driven teens screamed out. So I expect more from you adults. Sucks don’t it? Suddenly you realise you don’t know shit.” He strolls over to Carl again and looks at me with a smirk. He kneels down and picks my chin up smiling at me.

“This is your kid isn’t it? This is definitely your kid!” Negan then walks to me. “And this is his girl. Bet you watched her grow up. Bet you all know everything about her. For what? A whole 7 years? That makes her what? 16 17? Huh such a pretty girl in a world taken by the dead.” Negan gets close to my face and places his fingers under my chin.

“Such…a….pretty girl you are. Ohh my boys would love to play with you.” Rick then screams out in rage and fear. “STOP THIS!”

“Do you not make me kill the future serial killer. Don’t make me kill her lover. Don’t make it easier on me. I have got to pick somebody. I simply cannot decide…I got an idea.”

Negan goes to the begging of the line and starts pointing his bat and each individual. His game is not far. He’s skipping around the line as his choice of person. “Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a tiger by his toe, if he hollers, let him go, my mother told me to pick the very best one.” He comes back to the beginning. “and you.” Glenn. He skips to Rosita beside me “are.”

Negan looks over at Rick and Carl with a shit eating grin and evil eyes. He then takes one step backwards in the line. “it.” I look up to see the base of the barbwire infused bat.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry, hell you are all going to be doing that.” Negan goes to swing his bat upon my head, but nothing comes. I look up and see Negan with the bat inches from my head. “Nah. Not you today. Not today.” Negan laughs and walks over to Abraham. “But you? Perfect.” Negan swings his bat down on him. “Look at that! Taking in like a champ!” Abraham looks up with blood running down his face. “Suck my nuts.” He says and Negan strikes him over and over again till there’s nothing left but a mushed brain.

I’m in a blind panic. I can’t see even with my eyes open. My cheeks fully soaked with tears. A hear screams and see Daryl on the ground with a man pointing his crossbow at him.

“NOW WHAT DID I SAY? I WILL SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN! AND IM A MAN OF MY WORD!” Negan again walks to me and looks down at me with a glimmer in his eyes. “So back to it!” Negan swings down on Glenn twice. When he looks up his eye is out of its socket and he’s got blood on his face. I cover my mouth and place my head in the rocks crying.

“M…M-” “what’s that? You trying to say something?” Negan taunts. “M-Maggie I’ll find you.” Glenn says before Negan finishes his sick job.

“Alright! Now I’ve decided on you! Oh pretty little mouthed you!” Negan points the blood and flesh covered bat at me once again. “You wanna have a little fun boys? I know it’s been a while.” Negan laughs while getting quick reactions from his group.

“Get her in the RV.” Negan says walking away. I sob and struggle as I’m pulled to the RV only expecting the worst. “NO! No!” Carl screams out to me getting Negans attention. “Get him too. Make him watch. He needs to learn who he’s messing with. All of them do.”

3 men pull me into the RV and to the small bed. I fight it as much as I can screaming and crying hysterically. My hands were ziptied and my mouth was gaged so I wouldn’t make so much noise.

I look to Carl seeing his tear streaked cheeks and him struggling against the man who’s holding him back.

My shirt is suddenly ripped off and dirty hands are placed upon my breast. This can’t be happening. Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this?

Soon the same thing happens to my pants and I am ripped from my whole world. I scream and cry as I am used for everything bad. As a toy, as a rag, as a point to prove. The dirty men abuse me in ways I never thought I would be. Never in this world would I think I would be taken advantage of this way.

“LET HER GO! STOP! PLEASE!” Carl screams and cries loudly. It felt like hours. Hours and hours of abuse and evil. Once it was over my pants were placed back on unbuttoned and my shirt remained a ripped mess on the floor. Carl takes off his flannel and puts it around me. Were then carried out and thrown onto the ground back in out spots away from each other.

I just lay still till dawn arrives, and Negan and his crew leave. No words escape my mouth. “(Y/n).” Carl crawls over to me and cradles me in his arms crying. My eyes are dry and dead. No emotion fills my body. I’m just…here.

“Baby talk to me. Please.” I look up at him and shake my head feeling all the emotions crash down. “Carl.” I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him as if I was living my last moments with him. “Shh baby it’s okay. I-it’s gonna be okay.” He rakes his finger through my hair trying to soothe me.

I cry into his body for I don’t know how long. Both of us just sitting there letting ourselves vent. “Carl I love you.” I sob into him and hug onto him harder making sure we can’t separate. “I know babygirl. I love you too.” He sobs into my neck.

I can’t believe they used/cheapened Glenn’s death to probably further Daryl’s manpain for the rest of the season.

I mean, Negan warned them if somebody got up or made noise he’d retaliate. He even threatened to cut Carl’s eye out and feed it to Rick. So Daryl should’ve sat his ass down. Even Carl, a fucking teenager, knew better and kept his cool.