D I X O N.

     ❝----- When was the last time ya SLEPT?❞

     ❝Nah, it’s called SURVIVIN’ boy.❞

     ❝She bein’ FUSSY again?❞

incredibly dumb.  :)

CHANDLER THROWS A PUNCH.  ANON TAKES IT AND STUMBLES.  CHANDLER THROWS ANOTHER AND…. KNOCK OUT!   CHANDLER WINS THIS FIGHT.

how fucking sweet of you to send me something like this.  shame on you for sending hate; you’re nothing but a lowlife son of a bitch who enjoys putting people down without even thinking what they’re feeling —– if they’re having the urge to do something tragic.  why don’t you just leave everyone alone; stop sending hate and making people frown.  start sending some fucking love for a change.  make people SMILE and blush, not frown and depressed.

     ❝Little Ass Kicker ASLEEP or, somethin’?❞

     ❝Anyone ever tell ya how fuckin’ ANNOYIN’ ya are?❞

A low grunt escaped Daryl’s LIPS and he glared daggers at DWIGHT, before his gaze was solely on NEGAN, who then soon began to play his stupid little GAME of eenie meenie miney mo, scowling at him once the bat was POINTED straight at him and he watched until he reached the END.  The teenage girl who grew up a GOOD kid was the last one to be pointed to, chosen as the NEXT to fall victim to Lucielle and his heart was POUNDING in his chest.  All voices muffled by the sound of his heart pounding in his EARS, he stared at the small girl, soon meeting her GAZE and it wouldn’t be hard to see the archer BREAKING in front of them all —– the need to protect Sophia was LARGE and it was always like that with him around HER; he felt like he NEEDED to ever since she had ran off into the woods whilst they had been on the HIGHWAY.  Yes, she still had her MOTHER, but she needed someone else to protect her.  So he took on that TASK.  He kept her attention on him, his lips set into a deep FROWN and out of the corner of his eye, the bat was brought ABOVE Negan’s head and swung down, connecting with the TEENAGERS head, causing her frame to collapse.  He saw her ATTEMPT to lift her head, only for another heavy blow to hit her, and the archer FLINCHED and grimaced, a strangled SOB escaping him as their yells and cries filled the air for the small girl they all grew to LOVE.

He felt VULNERABLE being on his knees like he was, no one had EVER forced him to kneel and threaten him and his family; but they had no CHOICE.  He didn’t even have to kneel for the GOVERNOR that night when he was put against his own BROTHER to fight in Woodbury.  But oh, this was DIFFERENT —– this man made Phillip Blake look like a fucking PANSY ass fucker.  He glowered at the man who PACED before them all, pointing to each of them whilst playing his little GAME and his azure hues darted over to the gray-haired WOMAN he’d grown to care for and his fingers TWITCHED as Negan finished his little game in FRONT of her and his breath HITCHED in his throat, his heart dropping to the pit of his STOMACH.       ❝No!❞He yelled out, his own yells being DROWNED out as everyone else seemed to cry out and plead the bat wielding ASSHOLE to not pick her.  The urge to get up and TACKLE Negan, to stop him was large, but he’d hurt himself even more and possibly get HIMSELF killed.  There was absolutely NO choice to any of them but NEGAN and that bat was brought above the man’s head and SLAMMED right into Carol’s head, the sound of her body CRUMBLING to the ground caused the archer to flinch visibly and heavily.  His frame shook in ANGER and pain; his heart BREAKING.  And a sob escaped the almighty EMOTIONLESS archer.