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my stupid tumblr said i had too much wordings or something so now i have to split this into parts

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Day 1: Bondage with Eddie Munson Day 2: Exhibitionism with Buggy the clown Day 3: Orgasm denial/edging with Deke Shaw Day 4: Overstimulation with Daryl Dixon Day 5: Choking/Breath Play with Max Borman Day 6: Temperature play with Tryst Day 7: Knife play with John Murphy Day 8: Blood play with Max Borman Day 9: Breeding kink with Erik Campbell Day 10: Daddy kink with Negan Smith Day 11: Mommy kink with Max Borman Day 12: Threesome with Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove Day 13: Impact play with Billy Hargrove Day 14: Voyeurism with Daryl Dixon Day 15: Praise kink with Jasper Jordan

(Temporada 7) Negan Smith Icons

SUMMARY:

She lost everything... her home, her family, every reason to keep going.

Erin has been walking alone ever since her brother disappeared, clinging to the only promise she made: survive.

When the signs of Terminus offer hope, she follows them, only to walk straight into a nightmare.

But fate has a strange way of pulling people together.

The problem? He belongs to someone else.

And Erin refuses to be the reason something beautiful falls apart.

Chapter 1: Erin

Chapter 2: No sanctuary

Chapter 3: How many walkers have you killed?

Chapter 4: help us

Chapter 5: the church

Chapter 6: strangers

Chapter 7: family

Chapter 8: washington

rick grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: smut, penetrative sex, male/fem orgasms, weapon usage, mentions/usage of liquor, Negan, mentions of character deaths, mentions of upset/un-comfy reader, mentions of murder, season 7 era tbh,

a/n: just watched the episode of where Carl died and where Rick read his letter and i am a sobbing mess, i cried so hard throughout the entire episode an honestly in the comics it says he has a happy ending so lets pretend that Carl never died and had a happy ending and that he just ran away because it's breaking my heart!

: sorry for the long wait, i've been trying to catch up stuff on my wattpad and i have a few drafts that i have saved so i'll be trying to post those throughout the week!

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the runs had been hard, and food rations had started to become smaller and smaller by the day, and with children and people of Alexandria they needed to find something.

But it was hard with Negan breathing down their backs, constantly making random appearances to claim 'his deliveries' that they were supposed to somehow fulfill for him and the Saviours.

she had one of her hands intertwined with his while his cock was hitting her g-spot making her mouth form a sudden 'O' shape while their lips connected in a frustrating lust for one another.

she let out a soft cry into his mouth feeling as she was so close from her big O that she was bucking her hips up for one of his thumbs to rub circles on her clit to send her over the edge for him.

without a hesitation he used his thumb to spin on her clit hearing as she let out a loud set of delicate moans from her mouth, and it made him pull his lips away from hers just so he could hear how beautiful she sounded aloud while he fucked her.

"s-so close!" she whimpered feeling as her walls clenched to try and bring his throbbing cock even deeper into her tight soaked walls, one of their hands were holding onto the others so they could keep their bond of love even closer during the moment.

"shh shh, come on let it go"

he cooed to her feeling as she let out a loud whimper while her juices spurt out onto his cock that was irresponsibly not covered by a condom, however it felt to good for him to stop and by the time he knew it he was shooting his load inside her

"fuck" he practically gasped feeling the warmth of their juices creating a slight warmth over his cock, she let out a whine as he hadn't pulled out of her yet because he wanted to take in the moment

a loud knock at the door seemed to disturb her as she jumped sending a slight accidental pleasure to his cock that was still buried full length in her cunt.

"you done fucking in there Rick? because we have shit to do!" Negan called out while tapping his bat against the door so harshly Rick thought that he was going to somehow break through it.

he pulled out of her watching as she covered over her mouth to hide a loud gasp that she knew was surely to spill from her mouth, "one minute Negan please" Rick asked only hearing the knocking start to get louder and louder surely he was trying to scare him.

Rick had wiped himself and slipped on his lower half of clothes before Negan flew open the door smiling once he saw y/n covering herself with the tangled bed sheets around her.

Rick ran a hand through his hair while he pulled out a fresh white t-shirt from his dresser slipping it on while he holstered his knife and looked at the man standing in front of him.

"Rosita come here for me please"

Negan called out watching as the women slipped down the long and quite narrow hall leading to the bedroom, she stood behind him as she kept her gaze down on the floor.

"you and Rick are going to go on a scavenge trip and i don't care how long you're out there for, either you find something cool or useful for me or option one you don't come back at all and in that case i'll bash someones head in or option two i smash all of these sorry fucks heads in" Negan smiled rubbing his hand over Lucille.

"now get the hell out" he ordered watching as Rick skimmed past him as he followed Rosita back down the long hall and once Negan heard the front door shut with a slam a smile appeared on his face.

this time it was wider and cockier almost like he thought the girl trying to cover her nude body from him was a joke, his smile was implicating that he thought this was all so damn funny.

"can i please get some privacy Negan?" she asked calmly as her nails started to practically burn holes into the fabric from the strength of her grip that she had on it.

Negan rested the bat against the inner wall of the bedroom next to the snow white painted door frame, he used a hand to rub over the stubble on his face, he sighed and flipped his back around.

his hands rested clasped in front of him as he fiddled his thumbs and whistled impatiently, she slipped into the bathroom to wipe her self clean before she slipped back into the bedroom to put on a fresh set of clothes.

"you can stop whistling now" she bit at him while she adjusted the collar of her flannel that covered the blank tank underneath, she flipped over the cuffs on the sleeves and folded her arms.

"wow god you two really go at it" Negan remarked at her watching as her posture awkwardly changed in front of him, because her shoulders seemed to scrunch up at the uncomfortable remark.

"is that stuff never seems to go right around here? is you two's fucking getting in the way of my deliveries that you and your people should be making?" a hand rested on her lower neck as he made his way up to her chin watching and feeling as she swallowed harshly.

"you seem un-comfy baby" he spoke rubbing the side of her cheek, "i think you should leave" she spoke calmly but also with a slight fire in her voice wishing that he would just see himself out.

Judith let out a loud cry just a few doors down making Negan smile once more as he picked up Lucille and made his way along the hall making sure to scrape the floors up with him.

"don't please" y/n spoke pushing past him so that she could stand in the door frame the loud sound of her crying ringing through her ears like loud feedback echoing off of a microphone.

"oh please i'm not gonna hurt her what am i a monster?" he bit back bitterly skimming past her, he placed his bat down next to the recliner in her room while he lifted her up from her crib.

he sat back in the recliner while rocking her gently with his knee while he stroked the back of her head, y/n didn't understand how a man so cruel and so monsterous could have a heart like this.

how he could act so sweet after threatening to bash everyone's brains in if Rick hadn't followed his orders as directed.

y/n was surely biting her fingernails raw looking at the two, she seemed to have a liking to him, but it wasn't like she knew how much of a monster he was, after all she was only past a year old she truly didn't know anything about the real world yet.

it was making her sick seeing him hold her, seeing as he was able to get her to stop crying, she looked down the hall to see Carl standing there cocking his head while he looked at the quite visible nervousness y/n was emitting into the air around them.

she shook her head at Carl to go back with Enid who had her head peaking out into the kitchen to watch what Carl was doing from the hall even though she couldn't get a good enough view.

y/n gestured for him to return back to the room he had just appeared from but instead he walked his way down the hall his hand slipping out the silver knife from his holster.

y/n tried to put her hand out to push into his chest but once she saw the fire in his eyes she let him go, she let him slip into the bedroom to see the man that killed her friends holding his little sister.

it was causing an ache in him, it was making him so god damn furious that he was clenching the blade by his side,

"would you look at that it's the serial killer in the making isn't this a nice surprise for me" Negan teased looking down at the knife clenched with a fist down by the boys side.

y/n grabbed his wrist to take the knife from him and shockingly he let her, he let it slip out from his hand without even an ounce of a fight,

she slipped it back into his holster while turning his body away and sending him back down the hallway to where Enid was now waiting for her boyfriend with an explanation.

"he's a feisty one for sure, quite bold if you ask me"

Negan spoke to y/n while sitting up from the chair and resting the now sleepy Judith back in her crib, she pulled a blanket over her and handed the stuffed rabbit that rested next to her in her crib before he grabbed his bat and showed himself out of her room.

y/n shut the door behind her once she checked the baby camera to make sure that it was still on and hadn't run out of battery power again, she followed Negan into the living room thankful that the two kids had left the house to venture somewhere else.

"you have any bourbon or whiskey? i could really use a drink"

Negan asked plopping down on the couch and resting his feet a top of the coffee table un-apologetically while his eyes flicked over to look at the obviously unamused y/n.

"not much i think in the last of our rations we have maybe half a bottle i'm not sure last time i checked your men took it all"

y/n spoke sharply while opening the cupboards until she found the bottle of whiskey, she grabbed a clean empty glass and poured him some before she set the glass and the bottle on the table.

he moved his feet out of her way before he took his first embrace of the liquor in his glass, "perfect" he sighed happily as he downed his first glass of the brown liquid, "what is this exactly?" Negan asked watching as she had taken a seat on the opposite end of the couch away from him before she answered his question.

"Deanna's old husband had a old liquor cabinet so i'm guessing something vintage or some shit we found it in Spencer's room but i suppose whiskey is simply whiskey"

y/n reflected back at him while crossing her legs, she stared out the window where the curtains had been pulled back to let in just the right amount of sunshine necessary to light up the room so it wouldn't be as gloomy and dark for them.

"not when it's cheap but times are tough so anything will do these days but i have to admit this don't taste cheap sweet heart"

Negan admitted as he poured himself another round, after he downed it he licked his lips clean and looked at her.

"you've had your drink can you leave me be now" y/n spoke bitterly towards him as she got up from the couch,

"not until your boy toy and that chick gets back with my shit, is that what you call him boy toy or fuck toy?" he blabbed back before giving up on the glass and instead just pressing the glass bottle of liquor against his lips taking a swig of the burning liquid down his throat feeling the aftermath of the sting start to kick in from the liquor.

"i call him Rick that's all" she answered his question sounding uninterested in the games he was trying to play with her

she was tired of looking at his face and that smug ass smile laced on it, tired of looking at the leather jacket he wore that once had her friends blood splattered on it and she was sure as hell tired of looking at the damn bat that now sat between his legs.

because it was the same bat he used to bash in her friends heads the same bat that she had taunted her and the rest of her group with, the same bat that had smeared blood on her face because she refused to look at it that night when he ordered her.

she gulped looking down at it, Negan chuckled as he could catch her glance at the piece of wood, "is Lucille bothering you because i can promise you she isn't quite thirsty right now but if they come back with nothing she's gonna be damn thirsty for more of your friends"

"please just leave me alone Negan, please that's all i ask of you, you can have that entire bottle of whiskey if it'll get you to stop running your mouth to me hell i'll find you all the damn bottles that you want if it'll keep you away from me"

she spoke trying to hide the fire she could feel her body emitting, she could feel the anger every time she looked at him and it was starting to grow so much she wasn't sure she would be able to hold back from simply killing him but she knew that would be a foolish idea.

that killing him would reek a havoc on the people of Alexandria.

she slipped into her and Rick's bedroom sinking into the bed as she could hear the sound of his men outside, and well she could see partially some of them through the shadow of their figures through the light cream colored curtains covering the window.

she picked up the comic book that rested on the night stand next to the bed, her and Carl had a thing for comic books often swapping whenever they finished one, she ran her fingers over the cover before she set it back down onto the wooden night stand with a sigh.

she prayed that Rick would be back soon, and she prayed that if he did come back he'd bring something Negan wanted or else she knew that surely there was gonna be a blood bath in Alexandria.

-

it had been a week since Rick came home, and that meant she had spent a week living with a cruel man, it was hard keeping Carl out of the house away from his sister but she knew it would prevent him from pulling anything stupid when his father was away.

they had come back with two large bottles of rum, a pallet that had been slightly filled with cans of sweet corn and an old jack knife that Negan had let Rick keep himself as a so labeled "trophy" for being such a good scavenger for him.

Once Negan was satisfied with the resources Rick had brought to him he gathered his men and left, but not without making sure to take a look at the women who was soaking into her bed from the ability of not being able to look him in the face anymore.

Rick could tell that she had lost her mind spending the past seven days with him, that she was truly going crazy with the taunting and the comments and well the fact she felt so guilty for just simply trying to protect Carl from doing something stupid.

Rick pulled her into him so he could rub her hands and plant kisses onto the back of her neck and her shoulder blades feeling her shudder and slightly tremble at the needed contact.

"is he gone? i can't stand to look at him anymore"

she admitted feeling as he intertwined one of his hands with hers rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb,

"he's gone for now at least i'll make sure to take you out for scavenging next week to see if we can bring anything back for us"

Rick peppered kisses on her back trying to settle her as he knew that the true real life fact was that Negan could come back any day or any time he pleased and he could tell that it was starting to severely upset her, he knew that she hated him for what he did and in all truth Rick couldn't stop thinking about killing the man himself.

He knew that no matter what he did or no matter if he killed or defeated Negan nothing would ever be the same he had already tried that and it cost him two of his men, two of his innocent men.

"i want to kill him Rick i have to kill him i need to" she spoke with a sudden change of tone starting to lace and bite back at her.

she squeezed his hand, "but i can't put anyone else in danger, because i can't lose anyone else and i already know he has Carl on his list and i won't do that to you"

he shushed her softly again to calm her down from the amped-up ramble that she had been starting to spew out again

"and we won't lose him if we follow the plan we have, just a few more days and we can follow out the plan and see how it goes for us but i just know we have to try and fight our way out of this"

Rick was almost all jittered up from the thought of taking Negan down, the thought of taking him down so no one else they loved or cared about could ever be hurt again from him.

(Rick’s POV)

O tempo passou com a lentidão cruel dos dias que carregam silêncio entre palavras não ditas.

Desde aquela última noite, desde a discussão, desde o tom rouco de Negan cuspindo mágoa com controle cirúrgico, tudo em mim parecia suspenso, como um cigarro esquecido no cinzeiro ainda queimando lentamente, sem pressa de apagar.

Ele não me procurou. E eu também não procurei. Mas quase todos os dias, em algum momento entre o nascer do sol e o som abafado dos passos no corredor da delegacia, meus olhos percorriam sem querer o horizonte. Às vezes pegava caminhos mais longos, às vezes desviava do previsto. Só pra passar em frente à Sanctuary Motors. Só pra ver se ele estava lá. E ele sempre estava, sujo de graxa, sujo de mundo, limpo demais de mim.

Negan tinha virado ausência. Uma ausência barulhenta.

A viatura continuava dando problema, como se o próprio carro soubesse o que nos conectava. Mas, depois da última briga, Negan recusou qualquer serviço que envolvesse diretamente o meu nome. Quando eu mandava recado, ele fingia que não escutava, quando o carro era levado por outro policial, ele aceitava, fazia o reparo, enviava de volta, mas nunca com uma mensagem, nunca com uma nota. Nem mesmo um recibo assinado. 

Eu merecia. Talvez. 

Mas aquilo me corroía mais do que eu admitia. Até que o caso surgiu.

Uma caminhonete azul foi encontrada abandonada no limite sul da cidade, na borda do matagal onde o asfalto vira pó. O cheiro foi o primeiro alerta. Depois, o que vimos dentro da carroceria: um corpo jogado entre lonas plásticas e panos sujos. Nenhuma identificação, nada nos bolsos. Apenas vestígios de ferrugem sob as unhas, marcas no braço, graxa escura nas solas do tênis. E a única pista: o veículo havia passado dias antes na oficina de Negan para troca de óleo.

Eu li o registro uma, duas vezes. O nome da oficina, carimbado com tinta quase desbotada, me deu um calafrio estranho. Não era só o nome, era o retorno de algo que eu estava tentando enterrar com o tempo. Fiquei parado por minutos com o papel nas mãos, depois me levantei. O caminho até a Sanctuary foi mais longo do que o habitual e mais curto do que eu desejava.

A oficina estava aberta, como sempre. Portas metálicas erguidas, um rádio velho chiando uma música sem melodia definida, e o cheiro conhecido de óleo, poeira, e umidade. Ele estava de costas, abaixado sob o capô de um carro escuro, suado, com a camisa colada nas costas e sozinho, pela primeira vez estavamos sozinho em seu território, mas não me viu, ou fingiu não ver.

— Negan. —  Minha voz saiu mais firme do que minha vontade. E nada.  — Preciso falar com você. —  Ele não levantou. Apenas deixou o silêncio crescer. Mais uns segundos e puxou o pano do bolso, limpando as mãos devagar, como se o gesto fosse um ritual e quando se virou, seus olhos eram puro aço.

— Tem alguém morto, é isso? —  Direto. Sem rodeios. Ele sabia.

— Sim. —  respondi, tentando não ceder ao peso daquele olhar.  — E o veículo passou por aqui. Precisamos conversar. —

— "Precisamos". —  ele repetiu, o gosto da palavra escorrendo com ironia. — Agora você fala "precisamos"? —

— Isso é uma investigação. —  reforcei.  — Eu sou o xerife. —

Ele se aproximou, andando devagar, o olhar cravado no meu como um aviso e quando parou, ficou a poucos centímetros. O calor do ambiente parecia se dobrar ao redor dele.

— Então seja xerife. Faça o que precisa. Me interroga, me revira, me acusa. Mas não vem aqui fingir que ainda tem direito de entrar nesse lugar como se fosse bem-vindo. —

Aquilo doeu e talvez porque fosse verdade. — Eu nunca te acusei de nada. —

— Não precisou. Sua ausência fez isso por você. — Ficamos em silêncio. Um trovão retumbou ao longe. O cheiro de chuva se aproximava como prenúncio.

Negan voltou a andar, como se já tivesse encerrado o diálogo. Pegou uma caixa de ferramentas, passou por mim e sumiu na parte dos fundos. Não me mandou embora, mas também não me impediu de ficar.

E eu fiquei.

A chuva caiu de repente, forte, molhando o chão de terra em segundos. Os pneus dos carros no pátio afundavam devagar, formando marcas. A camisa dele grudava no corpo como segunda pele quando voltou, e pela primeira vez em semanas, nossos olhos se cruzaram com algo além da raiva.

Era desejo, frustração, medo. Era tudo o que a gente evitava nomear.

— Vai embora, Rick. —  ele disse, sem elevar a voz. — Eu não vim aqui por mim. — Na verdade eu nem sabia se isso era verdade.— Não minta pra mim. Nem pra você. — ele continuava a responder com calma e frieza.

Fechei os olhos por um instante. A água escorria pelo telhado, batendo em ritmos irregulares e eu ainda estava ali, parado, sujo de dúvidas, mais molhado por dentro do que por fora.

E pela primeira vez em muito tempo, eu não sabia o que fazer a seguir.

— Eu só quero entender o que está acontecendo. — soltei, tentando encontrar alguma firmeza na voz. — Com o caso. Com você. Comigo. —

— Esse é o problema. — ele rebateu, enfim se aproximando mais. — Você quer entender, mas não quer sentir. Quer encaixar tudo na lógica de xerife, na moral do seu mundinho limpo. Mas isso aqui... — ele apontou entre nós dois — isso aqui nunca foi limpo. —

— Eu não tô aqui pra negar o que aconteceu. — Mas negou. Por semanas. — O tom dele se elevou, ainda controlado, mas afiado. — Fingiu que não existiu. Que eu não existia. Que aquele toque foi só um erro de cálculo. —

— Eu não sei lidar com isso, Negan. — E você acha que eu sei? — O trovão trovejou mais perto agora. O chão sob nossos pés parecia vibrar. Eu já não sabia mais se estava ali como policial, como homem... ou como o garoto perdido que ainda morava em algum lugar dentro de mim.

— Eu não queria te machucar. — Eu falava com sinceridade.— E machucou mesmo assim.— Você acha que isso é fácil pra mim? Que eu tô jogando? Que tudo isso é um jogo? — Não é um jogo. — ele disse, mais baixo, mas com mais raiva. — É a minha vida. E eu não sou teu experimento emocional. —

— Então me diz o que fazer.— Não sou eu quem tem que dizer, Rick. É você quem tem que decidir se vai continuar fugindo ou se vai finalmente parar de mentir pra si mesmo.

Havia algo nos olhos dele, algo entre frustração e dor, entre desejo e defesa. Eu dei um passo. Ele não recuou. O som da chuva agora batia nos carros do pátio como uma marcha crescente. Nossas roupas estavam coladas à pele, nossos pés sujos de lama.

O ar entre nós ficou denso. Quente. A respiração dele batia na minha boca. A minha encostava no queixo dele. Se eu estendesse a mão, tocaria seu rosto. Se ele se inclinasse um centímetro, nossos narizes se encostariam.

Mas ninguém se moveu.

— Eu não sou um caso, Rick. — ele disse, a voz falhando só no final. — E você não é só o xerife. Mas se continuar fingindo que é, eu prometo... eu prometo que da próxima vez, eu não vou nem abrir essa porta. —

Ficamos ali. Quase nos tocando. Quase dizendo. E então ele se virou. Sem pressa. Sem mais palavras.

Eu fiquei.

Will Elodie have a Love interest- and when yes who? Cady? Lydia? Ron? Henry?

What does Elodie think about Cady? Are they gonna be bestfriends?

Will Elodie Forgive Negan after some time after the Timeskip? I personally think she dosn't, but she sees why he did it(?)

Would Elodie like Sybilla? I think their Dynamic would be very interesting (to read).

I think in another Univers Elodie,Daryl and Sybilla are a Family. Elodie don't even need to be their own Child, (idk Sybilla gives not the Vibes like she wants to birth children, she's giving feminism TT)but maby adopted, cuz Elodie never realy escapes her Mother and Jamie(this all sounds like i just escaped a hospital, i hope it makes sense)

Also WHEN ARE YOU FEEDING US THE MAX MAYFIELD FF U WERE TALKING ABOUT(no stress i'm just kidding)

and one last Question: Do you wanna be mutuals? I know it's weird but you've realy grown on me, but i will Respect if your answer is no!!

GOODNIGHT SLEEP WELL ARGHH

HIII!!!

honestly, the jury’s still out! it’s definitely not gonna be cady, ron, or henry — cady and henry are in the friend zone (forever and ever), and she’s not exactly ron's biggest fan lol. and lydia’s off the table too, mostly because by the time she shows up, elodie’s like 18 or 19 or even older, and the age difference feels kinda icky. maybe she won’t even have a love interest at all?? who knows! if she does, it’ll probably be an OC :).

at first, elodie feels very overwhelmed by cady, mainly because cady absolutely adores elodie right away. she’s got all these big best-friend plans and wants to do a bunch of stuff elodie’s never even thought about doing before (some of it fun, some of it a little chaotic) and elodie’s just standing there like uhh do i like this?? do i not??? WHATDOIDO??? so she's not totally sure how she feels about it at first, but they become the absolute bestest of best friends in no time!!

ehhhhh... no. you thought right! she does recognise that he’s trying to be a better man, and maybe on some level, she respects that. but the truth is, she’s just been through way too much because of him. every time she looks at him, she’s right back at the sanctuary. she sees glenn and abraham on the ground, and so many other moments that are too painful (and too spoilery) to even list. so no, she never forgives negan. she knows he’s trying, but that doesn’t erase what he did. it's a little complicated.

elodie would absolutely love sybilla, i think. i will explain more in my answer to your next question :p.

sybilla would definitely not want her own children, but if there’s a sad, lonely kid out there, she’ll snap up the chance to care for them in a heartbeat. when the outbreak hits, before she finds daryl again, she actually ends up looking after two kiddos for a bit — so i’m pretty sure she, daryl and elodie would make the cutest little family ever. elodie would get spoiled rotten.

VERY GOOD QUESTION!!! i was actually thinking about juliette a lot today :,). she’s definitely gonna get published, no doubt — i just haven’t nailed down when yet, since i’ve got a bunch of other new fic ideas swirling around in my busy brain. but once i really lock down her story, trust !!!!!, she’ll be ready and waiting for you to dive into!!

Part one ! [ enemies to lovers - Maggie Green]

Maggie Green x Savior!reader [VERY slow burn]

“You have been pissy all day. What the hell is wrong with you?” You normally never give your dad attitude, mostly just the saviors, but today he was getting on your last nerve. Something was obviously wrong, and he isn’t telling you jack - shit. Seems like five minutes have passed, and he still hasn’t said anything, and honestly, you're losing what's left of your mind. “Damnit dad please! Just tell me what's going on.” You mess with the silver rings you stole from some biker you came across and drop your head. You hear him let out a defeated sigh before grabbing your shoulder, “Damnit kid, fine, follow me. We got some deep shit on our hands.” You smile and hug him tight. “Thank you, dad, thank you.” You pull away quickly and look him in the eyes “Stop calling me kid though, i’m twenty-one” He laughs and ruffles your hair “Yeah, but you'll always be my little princess” “Dad seriously!” The happy, fun tone faded every step you got closer to his room. You're never really anxious. You can’t be in an apocalypse, but right now, your skin is crawling. You step into the room, and he immediately sits you down on the couch and pulls a wheelie office chair from his desk, and sits in front of you.

“So….” He utters out, a heavy deep tone in his voice. “ Some punks have.. Taken out about four of our outposts.” Your heart drops to your stomach, and the look of pure horror on your face shows it. “No.. That can’t be true, Our outposts are heavily guarded, How did this happen!?” He sighs deeply and leans forward, “They attacked most of them at night, I’m assuming they have been sending out large groups at a time.” You throw your body back onto the couch and slap your hands over your face and run them through your hair. “Well christ.” You pick yourself back up and move yourself into a more focused position, “We need to find these sons - of bitches and shut their asses down!” You rub your face in pure rage “ I mean, they can’t keep getting away with this shit! The saviors in the outpost were supposed to feel safe and now what? Over five hundred hell, even six hundred are dead!” You stand up and grab your chainsaw that you may or may not have forced the saviors to modify for you so it's not loud as shit. That damn chainsaw is your everything, in your eyes your dad has his bat ‘Luciel’ so that means you can have your chain saw.

“Slow down, you bloodthirsty demon, I already have a plan developed, so sit back and wait. We’ll take care of it together. But right now, I need you to sit down and let me finish speaking and put that thing down. It's in my room for a reason. You grab it when you need it.” You roll your head back and groan “whateverrrrrrrrrrr” Slouchy hanging your chainsaw back up and plopping down all grumpy like a little toddler. “So,” you adjust your leather jacket slightly “What's your super awesome plan that doesn't involve my super awesome chainsaw.” “Well I’m just thrilled you asked.” . . .

Dear Diary,

We FINALLY found the cunt’s who killed my people, this isn't the ending. This is only the beginning of their karma, be ready bitches.

Dearest Diary,

Sorry for the delay, but these past few weeks have been PERFECT. Everything is in place. We have them right where we want them. You fucked with the wrong bitches “Rick” Hope you don’t like your little friends too much, we’re gonna put your ass DOWN. xoxo < 3 .

“You ready, princess?” “Ready as I'll ever be daddy. ” “Alright step out there and show them just who they are fuckin’ with. I’ll be out as soon as you call for me.”

Finally, the moment you’ve been waiting for. The moment you get payback on the sons of bitches that killed your people. You knew they couldn’t escape your cold merciless hands, it was all a matter of time. Time was moving in slow motion, opening the door to the trailer, seeing all those fucking murders down on their kness, its like a sick twisted fantasy. Walking down the few steps, chainsaw in hand, the most shit-eating grin sneaking onto your face seeing their pathetic faces drop. The silence is strong and loud, “pissin’ our pants yet? ‘Cuz I'm telling you now I have a feeling you're gonna be doing a lot more than that.” dragging your chainsaw on the ground as you walk closer and closer. “Now, Who the fuck is the Rick,” You pause and raise your hand up “Actually no, I wanna guess.” Despite your commands Simon still pointed “He’s this one.” Your breath hitched as you shot him the coldest glare, “Bitch are you deaf, I said let me guess!?”

You throw your head back “Nobody fucking listens.” stepping to Rick, kneeling down to his level. “So you’re Rick huh?” His face stays in the same position. The sigh you let out could be heard from a mile away, “Listen ‘Rick’, you can either make this as easy as possible and speak when you’re fucking spoken to, or we can just get to the fun part and y’know not give you a deal hm?” You get up slowly and look around “Well, since your lovely ‘leader’ isn’t muttering a damn word, who wants to speak huh? Sadly there is no time to discuss, so that means I’ll just pick ‘Kay? ‘Kay.” Making your way down the line up, enjoying every scared look shot your way just a tad too much , eventually stopping in front of a boy with a gnarly ass eye - patch. “Cute kid, such a shame y’know maybe if you pricks didn’t kill my fucking people i could set you up with a real cute girl. They’d eat this eye - patch shit up” Patting his shoulder just a ‘lil too hard to be noted as friendly stopping right in front of the cutest girl you’ve come across since the breakout. “Hmm, what a shame the cute girls are stone cold killers. What's your name, gorgeous?” Her words mash together due to her trembling state “Maggie. My name is Maggie.” “Well isn’t that pretty?” you lean down closer to her face pulling out a pocket knife, about to bring it up to the tip of her chin before the buzzkill of the century decides to intervene. A lanky looking asian boy throwing himself out of the line - up screaming “No! No!! Don’t hurt her!”

The blade immediately retracts, fury building on your face, “You see that?! That is what were not going to fucking do. You are here because you cunt’s can't control yourselves. So sit your asses down and learn some patience before I get my dad to ‘beat some sense into you’.” Jumping up slightly at your mention of Negan “speaking of my dad, I think you meet the man behind your madness hm?” Skipping down to the trailer knocking hard on the door “Daddy! It’s your turn” The energy completely changed watching the door to the trailer open, ever so slowly. The sound of the buckles and leather clashing together as Negan steps out.

“Meet my dad, Negan.”

☆ - Part two coming soon ! !