#youkilloryoudiie

We collide, Synchronized, As I gaze into your eyes Feel our souls lose control, When your body softly glides Over mine, Petrified, But our hearts feel it’s the time, Won’t hold back, At least, I’ll try, ‘Til you end with me And show me

Beautiful I’ll show you wonderful, As we share the love, I’ll show you everything That you’ve ever dreamed of

Here we lie, Side by side, Now your heart pounds next to mine Our two souls are surely whole, Now that I have realized, It’s the way your body sways, It’s your voice that calls my name, It’s your lips, the way they taste, And how you look at me, And show me

Beautiful I’ll show you wonderful, As we share the love, I’ll show you everything That you’ve ever dreamed of

There couldn’t possibly Be more than this, I am in complete and utter bliss

(Stay with me)

Forevermore, Forevermore, You show me

Beautiful I’ll show you wonderful, As we share the love, I’ll show you everything That you’ve ever dreamed of

That you’ve ever dreamed of That you’ve ever dreamed of That you’ve ever dreamed of...

Amy was tired and dirty, she wanted to just curl up and stop for the night. But she wasn’t anywhere near a place where she could relax yet. Pushing a hand through her matted hair, kept walking. Ignoring the sound of the rumble in her stomach, she was so hungry, she could hardly focus, she felt as if she had no energy left and was very sure her stomach was eating itself by now. 

Stopping finally, in a small abandoned building. Tapping around, she made sure it was empty, and then found somewhere to sit down for the night. Opening her backpack, she drank a small bit of water, before eating a tiny portion of her remaining rations. Curling up, she rested her head on the ground and shut her eyes, her knife in her hand under her arm as she caught a bit of a slept.

    It’s quite concerning, how fast she’s made it over to Philip’s apartment, even thought they’re basically right next to each other. It’s Friday, Penny’s spending the night at a friends house, and she’s sure he was expecting Holly sooner or later anyways. She twists the knob to his apartment, shouting ‘It’s Holly, don’t bother getting up.’ as she enters the home. The girl says a secret prayer, thanking god that his daughter is in an entirely different building.. and prays he wont listen after this either as she makes her way from room to room.

    As soon as he’s spotted, her cardigan is discarded onto the floor. She’s not paying much attention to that at all. The moment she reaches him, she’s straddling his lap and almost immediately begins to grind her hips agains his. His reading material is snatched from his hand, thrown carelessly onto th couch, maybe it even hits the floor, and she gives his hand a much better job than holding a book; she presses his hand against her ass, up and under her skirt.

“I say we kill ‘em.”

               “No.”

“Kill ‘em and take all their shit.”

              “BRIAN!”

“PHILIP! See, not nice when people yell your name, is it?”

              “.....”

'It is still our world.’  Her argument might sound futile. THEIR WORLD HAD LONG SINCE FALLEN TO DISEASE AND DEATH. But nonetheless it was still their world. One she intended to keep fighting to protect. If not for her own benefit then for the toddler that sat not too far from them. The son she intended to build a safe future for.  ‘Shouldn’t we be working together to save it instead of wrenching it further apart?’  PERHAPS ELIZABETH SPOKE OUT OF TURN.  It seemed he had suffered enough if his extended and unexplained silence was something to go on, but she had never been good at biting her tongue. Not even in situations when she knew she should.

Optimistic attitude faded a beat later however and defeated sigh escaped.  IT DIDN’T MATTER WHAT SHE SAID. HE WAS ULTIMATELY RIGHT.  The world was no longer much. It had become a living nightmare. Even she struggled to believe it could ever be restored. It was nice to dream sometimes though. To imagine a better place far, far from here.  ‘So,’ the woman hummed, gaze drifting from her son and back to him. ‘I’m curious.  WHY DO THEY CALL YOU THE GOVERNOR?’  This coming from someone who understood the title better than most considering her own background. 

Negan still has that shit-eating grin on his face, and he shifts to sit sideways on the man’s lap, putting an arm over his shoulders.