#halfyourshit

    “ ---- do you really think I’m afraid of you?”

While she usually so enjoyed the attentions her husband lavished upon her, Lisa couldn’t hold back the gag as the smell of shit and blood invaded her senses and clung to her. He could be such a childish little prick, yet she could never deny that it did do it for her. She did have quite the type.

Holding her breath, the blonde closed her eyes and called his bluff. Leaning into him, she gave little care to the clothes she’d been given. Blood and decay stained the dark fabric of her dress, blood was a stark contrast against pale flesh, but damn it she was going to show him that she was unperturbed by the action. So he was disgusting and smelly at the time --  there was nothing a simple shower couldn’t fix.

“You’re so disgusting,” words held the amusement she felt as she pressed a kiss against his ear, nose buried into his dark hair. “How many other bitches in this place would soak up there husband’s stink like this, hmm?”

It was all teasing, a dance, a perfectly executed game of cat and mouse that the two of them had perfected with each other. Perhaps that was most of the attraction she held to for him. Their marriage was filled with power plays that ended with the greatest amount of amusement..

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jealousy meme // accepting // @halfyourshit

It was a rare thing that Lisa asked Negan for an explanation of what he requested, but she found a concern fall over her. It was a rare thing that she felt concern when he requested something from her, especially for her to tell him about someone that didn’t seem to matter.

Head canted to the side, concern and curious pulled across her features as she spoke her question, ❝ Why? ❞

Realization came over her at the way she had asked such a simple question. She knew him well enough to know that he’d go on an endless tirade about how everything he said was to be followed exactly, and that wasn’t what she had wanted to entreat upon. No, she simply wanted to know what had him so concerned.

It had to be more than simple jealousy. 

kiss lisa tenderly w/o explanation // accepting // @halfyourshit

The kiss had been unexpected. It had come to pass that she could almost predict when his affections would be given freely. He’d caught her by pleasant surprise. His hands upon her sent a burning warmth into her abdomen, arousal sparking within her like a slow growing fire that she hoped would become as fierce as a wild fire.

Her held tilted as she parted her lips, one hand held tight to the lapel of his jacket while the other slide beneath his arm and around his lower back in a combined want and need to be pressed against him. Eye lids fluttered shut as she surrendered to his kiss.

Legs seemed incredibly weightless as she depended fully on him to keep her standing for the moment, legs pressed against his thighs and knees for support. Old Hollywood had called it “fainting” from a proper kiss, others called it swooning and it was clear by how she gave control over her body to her husband to move as he pleased. Romantic thoughts fell to Rhett Butler pulling his Scarlet into his arms and carrying her into the bedroom for a good fuck and she could only hope for something as close to such a moment between a married couple.

Lisa held tight as she pressed into him, blue eyes darkened with lustful thoughts as she gazed up at him in a near daze of being swooned so thoroughly with such a little thing, a gifted talent her husband seemed to be blessed with.

sarah didn’t do the meme right just to kill my ass// accepting // @halfyourshit

Bed rest had been ordered after the scare. A pain had hit her with a force  not felt in previous pregnancies and blood had stained the lining of panties, but she and the baby had been thankfully cleared and she was ordered to relax and remain in bed for the remaining two months of her pregnancy. It was while she was with the doctor that her older daughter had confronted Negan, had told him that she was taking her mother away from him, a fact that Lisa was still in the dark about.

It was in a moment of restlessness that she came to his room with hair flowing in natural curls around her shoulders and robe wrapped tight around her to keep the chill off of her. Bare feet padded across the floor as she entered with a soft knock to the door. She was sure she’d hear a lecture about how she should be in her room, but she’d grown to have a need to speak with him, to simply be in his presence,  given that it was their child they had created together that had almost been lost.

When it came to pass where information was revealed, that Brittney had come to him in anger and made demands, she wasn’t sure what to say. A part of her was proud of her girl, the value of familial blood still held strong within her girls even after all that had come to pass, but another part of her held an anger at the thought that people believed she wasn’t able to see the unhealthy moments in their marriage or that she didn’t have a choice in being with him.

❝ Her thoughts aren’t mine. I’m your wife and I’m not gonna leave you. ❞

Without utterance of  words, Lisa pulled herself towards him, her belly pressed against his as she allowed her arms to wrap around him. Lips pressed against his lips with a feather light touch, a silent confirmation that she was here with him, that she wasn’t leaving. Eyes fluttered shut and a soft mewl slipped between her lips as her lips took hold of his. With only a sliver of space between their mouths as she guided them towards the bed, kisses given in between steps before she spoke up, to tell him once and for all how she felt and how she would always feel.

tell me something you like about lisa // accepting // @halfyourshit

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Fun fact!! Lisa has quite a bit of my mom’s personality and she is the inspiration for how Lisa speaks with certain people with advice, plus Lisa’s southern as the day is long and grew up with parents that were 100% southern during Jim Crow days so that is another fun fact on where her phrases come from.

sick starters // accepting // @halfyourshit

To hear him ask such a caring question brought a small twitch of a smile upon painted lips. What that little Spanish Rose of Alexandria had tried to do had caused a rush of thoughts that had made her restless, thoughts that only managed to chase sleep away. Tired eyes, unable to be disguised with make up, surely told him about her struggle in the previous nights.

Without sleep in her own room had led her to his. Sliding beneath his blankets as if she belonged there brought over a comfort she’d bee without in her own bed. To lose him, to never feel the warmth he exuded while he slept or to never be given the chance to take in the scent that was so wholly him, was a worry for her for so many reasons, one of which she’d only come to realize in the last few months. In original plans, Lisa had agreed to be his wife out of a need to find her lost children, but with all virginal plans a change occurs once the original dive into something new was made and a comfortable acceptance fell into place. She and Negan had actually hit it off, in her own mind they seemed to compliment each other, and she held no anger at him as the other wives held inside like a malignant cancer. Comfortable acceptance had progressed to an honest caring for him and with caring grew love, a factor she’d never considered to be a possibility in the deal made between them. Even when he’d found her girls, she still remained at his side, loyal as the day was long.

With her head pressed upon a pillow, she gazed up at her husband as fingers ghosted over the curve of his arm. She wanted to remember him for all the good and each close call had brought her into the mindset that she’d be lost without him, a manipulation tactic that had been quite the success.