Also, he hasn’t always “enjoyed” it. It’s, or at least used to be, popular to accuse Negan of always being this way, that he’s some psychopathic murderer that’s always had a penchant for violence and the outbreak just gave him the excuse he was waiting for to act on it. That this is who he’s always been. Or something. And that’s pretty obviously not true? It’s comic canon that he was horrified the first time he killed walkers (thinking they were people) and again when he first knowingly killed a living person, and I hope they’ll show that in his backstory episode when it comes around too. Negan’s never been a great man, but he wasn’t fantasizing about murder before the outbreak, either. He never imagined himself becoming this way, and for as ruthless and violent as he’s been, he’s more than capable of protecting and saving others, too.

There’s a wet rattle of his lungs as a cold hand wraps around his own -- his chest rising and falling; A STRUGGLE with each inhale that shook his entire frame. A frame that, at one time, had possessed such strength ; even despite injury and scars -- a frame that could carry himself strong, now lost of all strength. And it was unclear whether it was fully the sickness that ate at his veins, or meshed with the loss of Murphy -- the permeant chill in his bones eating at him and reminding of the rain that took away his husband.  Cass? Words shake his brain and make his skull split with a icy chill -- a meek and tired groan hoarse and ripped from his throat. THEY SOUND SO REAL TO HIM; they sound so clear ; they didn’t sound like memories -- and they didn’t sound like they originated in the back of his mind; fabricated from grief and not understanding why they just couldn’t have their HAPPY ENDING.  Fingers twitch -- as if rising to consciousness in itself was a struggle; his sister sleeping uneasily and restlessly on the other side of his wall. His lashes flutter, nose and eyes peaking out from beneath the blankets that sheathed him. Despite the never ending darkness in his room -- his room that was so empty, so lonely -- he could see the other like he was a beacon in the black; hands wrapped around his own -- so cold, and yet, to Cassian, it felt warm. It felt like home -- HAD HE COME TO BRING HIM HOME?            “ -- ... Murphy?”

>  CONTINUED  \ @messiahrisen​.

written for  @messiahrisen  /  they  ♡  this.

Shifting his position, he raised an eyebrow at the Z that was pinned to a tree by.... A pole? Shaking the thought out of mind. Rat slowly breathed out. He had to, he knew he couldn’t possibly going crazy. Not yet, if he survived all those injections then he could survive well.... Not going crazy. ❝ Come on. You’re killing me here. I heard your friend and I saw you decide to do something... Un-Z like. There is something going on there right?  ❞   It didn’t even occur to him he was trying to communicate with a Z. No in his mind it was him trying to figure something out.

           rage covers her like a blanket, but addy’s smart enough to let not even a sliver of it be known; negan doesn’t handle opposition well. defiance, resistance, she’s seen where it takes someone. (  kneeling,  eyes  staring  at  the  ground  as  your  body  braces  for  impact.  )  it isn’t something anyone should live with, but the weight of it is felt in sanctuary. however if the former ‘savior’ of the free world were to see her, he’d see the anger in her eyes. the rage, the unbridled hatred she feels for him in this moment. the fact he’d usurped any choice she had by telling that foul-mouthed prick what she did for alexandria. she didn’t go willingly into that goodnight and everyone knew it. she was pissed, but obedient. which lead her to the ability to be alone with murphy, and as she was... her head tilted.         ❛  we  should’ve  just  let  you  die.  ❜   //  @messiahrisen​: sc.

❛ Do you really understand how much you hurt 10K?  ❜ There was venom in her tone but mostly because she was hurt. She had worked so hard for everything after finding 5K and it felt like because of Murphy it was all falling apart. How could someone be so selfish in a world picking them all off one by one. Lips pursed before ushering her brother towards the car and casting a distasteful look to him. ❛ We may seem older than we are but the three of us are still kids. And you just destroyed whatever normalcy he had in his life. I hope you realize how messed up that is.  ❜