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Grief has become a staple in the new world. Whether it be for those you loved dearly or something as simple as a favorite food dish. Everyone is grieving over something. Fiona Dae Haven is not handling the grieving process as well as she think she should. Trying not to spiral while staying alive in this dangerous place is no easy feat. It’d be easy to drown in her own mental illness but Fiona’s always been a stubborn gal. Maybe too stubborn.”

-A brief summary from my work-in-progress, Do You Cry, Baby?, it’ll follow my OC Fiona (Maneater, A Crack in Her Armor, Beautiful Problems, To Have and To Lose) as she attempts to navigate her way through a devastated world. (Negan/Fiona/Simon fic)

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When the man emerges into the clearing I could almost laugh…he’s a boy, not a beast. Angular face to match the body that thins out away from the shadows. He hands a gun over to Bear to be examined. Bear hands it to me and I promptly aim it at him.


“Weasel,” Bear points to the other man, then himself. “Bear.” He looks past the barrel to me with a questioning expression.

I pull the trigger and there’s a hollow click. Of course there’s just a click, how stupid to think it was still loaded. Weasel gives an awkward smile, Bear merely sighs and takes the gun back.

“Name.” He orders.

“Negan,” I reply stubbornly.

Both men snicker, the leader questions.  “Negan?”

“Bear?” I sneer back. A terrible, deep, growl rumbles out of him and I take half-a-step back, but refuse to give in.  “I am Negan.”

“Leaf,” he points at me, shows faint amusement when my face screws up in utter confusion. “No roots, moves with wind.”

I just sigh.  “Fuck you.”

“Mind fuck,” he states in clear reference to earlier in our conversation, then points to a carving in the handle of the gun.  It’s of Negan’s bat…it’s the gun he’d taken back from Alexandria, the one he still had when he abandoned me.

“…Did you kill him?”

He look to Weasel, who shakes his head, then shakes his as well before again pointing to the carving.

“What?  You wanna know about Lucille?”

“Lucille?”

“Yes, Lucille!  He picked a fucking piece of shit bat wrapped in fucking bared wire named fucking Lucille over me!  Happy?!”

Bear slipped the gun in his own pants.  “Mistake.”

“What is?”  I’m ignored as he signals to Weasel so crudely even I can follow without trouble.  “I don’t need babysitting.”

Bear simply nods before leaving me with Weasel, who sweeps a hand towards the innards of the cave.  My eyes flick to watch Bear practically become his namesake as he slips back into the woods before pulling Fox’s gifted hide tighter to my chest and cautiously stepping deeper into the cave with breath held.  I make glances back at Weasel, around at others settling in the cave, fearing the unknown above any possible attack.

Yes, it’s been forever since I’ve updated this (or anything else), but better late than never, right??  So this takes place directly after the last piece and introduces another member of Bear’s tribe, Weasel.  You’ll learn more about him as we go, but his faceclaim is Bill Skarsgård.  And, yes, Bear totally just named “Lorien” leaf and for many reasons beyond the one he states to her…just like there are many reasons he asked her about the Lucille carving on the gun, haha! 😉

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs found via Google, too the best of my recollection given I’ve had them on file for so long, haha!)

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When the man emerges into the clearing I could almost laugh...he’s a boy, not a beast. Angular face to match the body that thins out away from the shadows. He hands a gun over to Bear to be examined. Bear hands it to me and I promptly aim it at him.


“Weasel,” Bear points to the other man, then himself. “Bear.” He looks past the barrel to me with a questioning expression.

I pull the trigger and there’s a hollow click. Of course there’s just a click, how stupid to think it was still loaded. Weasel gives an awkward smile, Bear merely sighs and takes the gun back.

“Name.” He orders.

“Negan,” I reply stubbornly.

Both men snicker, the leader questions.  “Negan?”

“Bear?” I sneer back. A terrible, deep, growl rumbles out of him and I take half-a-step back, but refuse to give in.  “I am Negan.”

“Leaf,” he points at me, shows faint amusement when my face screws up in utter confusion. “No roots, moves with wind.”

I just sigh.  “Fuck you.”

“Mind fuck,” he states in clear reference to earlier in our conversation, then points to a carving in the handle of the gun.  It’s of Negan’s bat…it’s the gun he’d taken back from Alexandria, the one he still had when he abandoned me.

“…Did you kill him?”

He look to Weasel, who shakes his head, then shakes his as well before again pointing to the carving.

“What?  You wanna know about Lucille?”

“Lucille?”

“Yes, Lucille!  He picked a fucking piece of shit bat wrapped in fucking bared wire named fucking Lucille over me!  Happy?!”

Bear slipped the gun in his own pants.  “Mistake.”

“What is?”  I’m ignored as he signals to Weasel so crudely even I can follow without trouble.  “I don’t need babysitting.”

Bear simply nods before leaving me with Weasel, who sweeps a hand towards the innards of the cave.  My eyes flick to watch Bear practically become his namesake as he slips back into the woods before pulling Fox’s gifted hide tighter to my chest and cautiously stepping deeper into the cave with breath held.  I make glances back at Weasel, around at others settling in the cave, fearing the unknown above any possible attack.

Yes, it’s been forever since I’ve updated this (or anything else), but better late than never, right??  So this takes place directly after the last piece and introduces another member of Bear’s tribe, Weasel.  You’ll learn more about him as we go, but his faceclaim is Bill Skarsgård.  And, yes, Bear totally just named “Lorien” leaf and for many reasons beyond the one he states to her...just like there are many reasons he asked her about the Lucille carving on the gun, haha! 😉

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs found via Google, too the best of my recollection given I’ve had them on file for so long, haha!)

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“Scared?” The voice rumbles from the trees so that I jump up, dropping the spare animal hide Fox insisted I take; there’s no indoor sleeping, not for anyone. I only watch as he bends down to pick it up and offer it back.

I hesitate, then snatch it back and hold it close.  “No.”

“Sick?”

“No.”

“Eat?”

“I wasn’t hungry...I’m not hungry.” 

Something indiscernible in Bear’s face gives me a smirk.  “Right.”

“That’s what you want though, isn’t it?  For me to be scared.  Everyone wants that, especially people like you.”

A single brow lifts.  “Me?”

“The leader of a group...any group.  It’s all just a mindfuck, right?

“Mindfuck...” Bear repeats, like he’s trying to taste it, then smiles.  “Sleep.  Tomorrow eat.”

“What if I’m still not hungry?”

“Tomorrow eat.” His blank-face is back as he goes to leave.

“Who’s sick?” 

He pauses, waits.

"Someone needs medical attention or...supplies...drugs...who is it?”

His shoulders lift and fall.  “Everyone.”  His lips purse in a sharp whistle and footsteps echo forward in the night.

The shadow is long, shifting from lanky to that of bulk, in the moonlight so that my mind races with thoughts of an underfed Uruk Hai.  I hold Fox’s gift closer, hold my breath in stubborn refusal to shudder it out.  I should’ve grabbed a knife, a rock, from dinner...at least then I’d have a chance against whatever was coming.

Bear is, haha, very fond of popping up out of nowhere on others...I literally think it’s just the way he approaches most now, like it’s not even intentional, he just does it.  He’s also still fond of double speech and doesn’t reveal his true thoughts or feelings often so “Lorien” is likely going to be in suspense for quite a while.  I do think she’s starting to pull herself back together somewhat and have her wits about her though.  Also an Uruk Hai is a large, warrior, orc from The Lord of the Rings...it’s not something you’d ever want to meet, basically, haha!

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs found via Google.)

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“Is it true?”  The new wife’s all wide-eyed and fidgety so I already know this isn’t gonna go well in any fucking way.  Time for a fucking beer.  “Did you really give Lorien away to some other group?”

“Fuck no, I didn’t give her away!” 

“Then what happened to her?”

I sigh out of my swig because there’s no way in fuck I can tell her the truth…tried that with Simon and it went over like I’d fucked a lead balloon.  “Look, uh…” fuck, I forgot her name.

“Shirley.”  Thank fuck she offers it.  “I roomed with Lorien, remember?”  But she’s not happy about it.

“Ah…well, Shirley-girl, I didn’t have much of a fuckin’ option given we were surrounded by a buncha fuckin’ animals and my own fuckin’ men had left my ass in the dust.”  There’s a jolt in her chest that suggests a laugh.  “What the fuck’s so fuckin’ funny?”

Lovely tits rise and fall in a deep breath before she shakes her head.  “You wouldn’t let yourself be left behind unless you wanted to.”  She smiles, soft and too fucking sweet.  “And you were left behind with Lorien…just Lorien.”

“Fuck…” I chuckle; she’s smarter than I thought.  Good for her, bad for me.  “Ya got me, beautiful, I was tryin’ to fuck ‘er.  Just didn’t wanna go disrespectin’ my newest wife with a piece on the side, but you’re too smart for my lyin’ ass, I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t care if you bang every woman in The Sanctuary…you’re Negan, no woman’s gonna say no to you.”  Somehow I doubt that’s as much of a compliment as it sounds.  “I just want to know what happened to my friend, I…I want to know it’s not that you gave her up, that you’ll get her back.  I need to know that, wife or not, I’m not available to be traded.”

“Of fuckin’ course not!  That shit’s actually offensive, ya know.”  I grin out so she doesn’t think I’m actually pissed or hurt before setting the beer aside.  “Look, Shirley-girl, I fuckin’ hated havin’ to leave her behind, but they made it pretty fuckin’ clear it was her or me and this fuckin’ place doesn’t run without me.”  I narrow my eyes.  “Right?”

“Right.”

“Fuckin’ A, right.  So, I fuckin’ had to leave her behind, but I’m already workin’ a fuckin’ plan to get her ass back and teach those fuckin’ little forest beasts a major fuckin’ ass-fuck of a lesson.”

I finally get a fucking smile from her, but when I lean in she pulls back a touch.  “Oh, I…wouldn’t want to distract you from your plans, Negan.”

“You wouldn’t be, darlin’…you’d be helpin’ my ass.”

She leans in with a laugh and kisses me deep, like she means, it, before setting hands on my chest and pushing us apart once again.  “No, really, Negan.  You have so much on your plate and now, without Lorien, someone has to look after little Kaylee.”

“Right you fuckin’ are,” I grin out.  Ah fuck, I forgot about the kid.  “And thanks for doin’ that…knew I fuckin’ picked right when I asked ya to be my fuckin’ wife.”

“Right…” she nods, but I’m not so fucking stupid to think she’s buying any of it.  But fuck it, it doesn’t matter.  Shirley can think whatever the fuck she wants; shitty as it is, she’s not a fucking priority right now…even if she’s hot as fuck wiggling that tight little ass of her in that too-short club dress.

So this takes place around the same time as the last one or two with Lorien.  Shirley was the roommate Lorien had at the beginning of the piece who Negan then asked to be his wife - in part, I think, to make Lorien jealous - and Kaylee is the little girl Negan put Lorien in charge of.  Clearly what’s happened has spooked at least one of the wives and, haha, Negan’s not getting laid just now, hahaha!  Sadly I think Negan could well continue to make things worse for himself as he tries to cover his wounded pride and the fact he was bestest by Bear’s tribe.

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs from @mypapawinchester )

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“Is it true?”  The new wife’s all wide-eyed and fidgety so I already know this isn’t gonna go well in any fucking way.  Time for a fucking beer.  “Did you really give Lorien away to some other group?”

“Fuck no, I didn’t give her away!” 

“Then what happened to her?”

I sigh out of my swig because there’s no way in fuck I can tell her the truth...tried that with Simon and it went over like I’d fucked a lead balloon.  “Look, uh...” fuck, I forgot her name.

“Shirley.”  Thank fuck she offers it.  “I roomed with Lorien, remember?”  But she’s not happy about it.

“Ah...well, Shirley-girl, I didn’t have much of a fuckin’ option given we were surrounded by a buncha fuckin’ animals and my own fuckin’ men had left my ass in the dust.”  There’s a jolt in her chest that suggests a laugh.  “What the fuck’s so fuckin’ funny?”

Lovely tits rise and fall in a deep breath before she shakes her head.  “You wouldn’t let yourself be left behind unless you wanted to.”  She smiles, soft and too fucking sweet.  “And you were left behind with Lorien...just Lorien.”

“Fuck...” I chuckle; she’s smarter than I thought.  Good for her, bad for me.  “Ya got me, beautiful, I was tryin’ to fuck ‘er.  Just didn’t wanna go disrespectin’ my newest wife with a piece on the side, but you’re too smart for my lyin’ ass, I’m sorry.” 

"I don’t care if you bang every woman in The Sanctuary...you’re Negan, no woman’s gonna say no to you.”  Somehow I doubt that’s as much of a compliment as it sounds.  “I just want to know what happened to my friend, I...I want to know it’s not that you gave her up, that you’ll get her back.  I need to know that, wife or not, I’m not available to be traded.”

“Of fuckin’ course not!  That shit’s actually offensive, ya know.”  I grin out so she doesn’t think I’m actually pissed or hurt before setting the beer aside.  “Look, Shirley-girl, I fuckin’ hated havin’ to leave her behind, but they made it pretty fuckin’ clear it was her or me and this fuckin’ place doesn’t run without me.”  I narrow my eyes.  “Right?”

“Right.”

“Fuckin’ A, right.  So, I fuckin’ had to leave her behind, but I’m already workin’ a fuckin’ plan to get her ass back and teach those fuckin’ little forest beasts a major fuckin’ ass-fuck of a lesson.”

I finally get a fucking smile from her, but when I lean in she pulls back a touch.  “Oh, I...wouldn’t want to distract you from your plans, Negan.”

“You wouldn’t be, darlin’...you’d be helpin’ my ass.”

She leans in with a laugh and kisses me deep, like she means, it, before setting hands on my chest and pushing us apart once again.  “No, really, Negan.  You have so much on your plate and now, without Lorien, someone has to look after little Kaylee.”

“Right you fuckin’ are,” I grin out.  Ah fuck, I forgot about the kid.  “And thanks for doin’ that...knew I fuckin’ picked right when I asked ya to be my fuckin’ wife.”

“Right...” she nods, but I’m not so fucking stupid to think she’s buying any of it.  But fuck it, it doesn’t matter.  Shirley can think whatever the fuck she wants; shitty as it is, she’s not a fucking priority right now...even if she’s hot as fuck wiggling that tight little ass of her in that too-short club dress.

So this takes place around the same time as the last one or two with Lorien.  Shirley was the roommate Lorien had at the beginning of the piece who Negan then asked to be his wife - in part, I think, to make Lorien jealous - and Kaylee is the little girl Negan put Lorien in charge of.  Clearly what’s happened has spooked at least one of the wives and, haha, Negan’s not getting laid just now, hahaha!  Sadly I think Negan could well continue to make things worse for himself as he tries to cover his wounded pride and the fact he was bestest by Bear’s tribe.

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs from @mypapawinchester )

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Numbness takes hold as I sit beside a lounging Fox and examine those around me.  Some glance, a few smile or glare, but most go about their business without care.  I’m not even important enough to merit a stir in the community, which stings my pride in a way it probably shouldn’t.  I matter to these people as much as I did to Negan...less than what they own.

Dinner is nothing like at the mess hall.  No way of keeping track of what people eat, no hierarchy of meals or seating.  Everyone simply comes and goes from the fires, exchanging and sharing the food without words, relaxing on the ground and tree stumps.  The few bits of furniture there are seem allotted according to need, not status.   It’s...nice.  There’s little talk, but even less tension.

Wolf approaches with food and the red fox that’s curled into Fox’s lap stands, nips, excitedly before the man snaps his fingers and points to me.  My instinct is to tense, pull my hands away and fold my legs up, but the critter is having none of it as he slips around my attempts to keep him at bay and settles in my lap.  He curls, content, but with keen eyes on the food.

“Felix’ll keep you warm,” Fox smirks to me as Wolf takes the place of the animal in his lap.  “Wolf’ll keep me warm,” a near purr joins his smirk as he nuzzles her neck.

“Bite my finger off more like,” I roll eyes; Fox chuckles and passes a hunk of meat over.  Normally I’d be salivating at the sheen of grease, the heat wafting that smokey smell in my direction, but instead my stomach lurches.  I shake my head.

“Eat,” he insists even as he has to pull back from Felix’s attempts to take the meat for itself.  Again I shake my head, this time he sighs.  “Please?”

“Doesn’t want,” Wolf notes.

“Needs.”

She pulls Fox’s arm away, takes the meat from him.  “Don’t force,” she orders, unconcerned, through a mouthful.  “Give ‘er time.”

I watch Fox’s face dim, fall to concern, then grow stern.  He eats with only glances to me, glances to others, and touches to Wolf who reciprocates creating a conversation all of their own.  I can’t believe I care, but I worry I’ve offended him...then I see Bear watching from afar, brows and lips up as he gnaws on a cigar, and remember I’m just a pawn. 

Fuck what these animals think.

Finally had time on my schedule to finish some writing, woohoo!!  This takes place after the last and while, yes, a bit of a filler I also wanted to show one of the more day-to-day differences between The Saviors and Bear’s tribe...like their mealtimes, haha!  More differences will be shown soon enough along with deeper thoughts/concerns from Lorien once she’s past her current shocked/numb state.

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs found on Google!)

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My hand flies out in response to the wrist-grab, strikes him with a snap.  Fox shakes it off with grin, does the same with the one after, and then third, but grows serious when I give him a shove.


“Careful,” he warns, his grip tightening.


“Fuck you!”  I shove again, harder.  I’m not thinking about the pit of the dead behind me or that Fox’s tone is worried, not threatening.  I’m feeling; only feeling.  Rage, hate, frustration, and the inescapable need to release it on the world.  I want to kill, to destroy, just like everyone and everything around me seems to so eagerly and easily do.  The target doesn’t matter, death doesn’t matter.  “Fuck you!  Stupid fucking —“ I don’t have any more words.  I have tears and screams and my fists that let loose on Fox.

He pulls me into him and I shove back hard enough I propel myself backwards.  I feel the ground give way slightly and I slip back towards the pit with my heart pounding out in alarm as, finally, I hear the dead growling their hunger for me.  Then I feel another yank, harder than before, but I don’t connect with him this time…I fall forward, onto the ground.  I scramble, with pained chest and uncatchable breath, to get up, but a knee carefully sets my stomach to the dirt.

“You’re alive.”  Fox’s voice comes through a fog of growls and racing mind; his hand brushes hair from my mouth and face.  “You’re safe.  I swear.”

The whistle that comes from above isn’t his and that terrifies me to stone.  Being so close to death reminds me I don’t really want it.  “Really?”  The voice is feminine, tinted with amusement.

I open my eyes, look up to a silhouette of long hair, long legs, and curves.  A woman.  A woman with a fur collar that seems to move.

“Panic,” Fox replies nonchalantly, pulling me up with him.  Into him as I try to get my footing while he keeps a hold on my arm.  I fuss to stand on my own, but only get another tug back to him and a soothing rub of my arms.  It doesn’t work, but it doesn’t irritate either.

The woman’s lips quirk up with a hum as the fox around her shoulder yawns.  She takes a step closer, looks me over, then sighs.  “Hungry?”  My eyes narrow, unsure, wary.  Her lips lift higher, eyes flick to Fox.  “Dinner.”

Picks up right after the last one with Lorien!  You’ve now officially met Wolf, a character inspired by the lovely @zoesmama2024​…also Felix, the fox that was atop her shoulders, haha!  Both will likely be delved into more in following pieces.  Just to be clear, Fox (the man haha) is not trying to seduce or cop any kind of feel with Lorien at the moment; she panicked and he didn’t want her (or himself) falling into that pit…also he’s just a physical guy in general lol!

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs found on Google!)

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My hand flies out in response to the wrist-grab, strikes him with a snap.  Fox shakes it off with grin, does the same with the one after, and then third, but grows serious when I give him a shove.


“Careful,” he warns, his grip tightening.


“Fuck you!”  I shove again, harder.  I’m not thinking about the pit of the dead behind me or that Fox’s tone is worried, not threatening.  I’m feeling; only feeling.  Rage, hate, frustration, and the inescapable need to release it on the world.  I want to kill, to destroy, just like everyone and everything around me seems to so eagerly and easily do.  The target doesn’t matter, death doesn’t matter.  “Fuck you!  Stupid fucking —“ I don’t have any more words.  I have tears and screams and my fists that let loose on Fox.

He pulls me into him and I shove back hard enough I propel myself backwards.  I feel the ground give way slightly and I slip back towards the pit with my heart pounding out in alarm as, finally, I hear the dead growling their hunger for me.  Then I feel another yank, harder than before, but I don’t connect with him this time…I fall forward, onto the ground.  I scramble, with pained chest and uncatchable breath, to get up, but a knee carefully sets my stomach to the dirt.

“You’re alive.”  Fox’s voice comes through a fog of growls and racing mind; his hand brushes hair from my mouth and face.  “You’re safe.  I swear.”

The whistle that comes from above isn’t his and that terrifies me to stone.  Being so close to death reminds me I don’t really want it.  “Really?”  The voice is feminine, tinted with amusement.

I open my eyes, look up to a silhouette of long hair, long legs, and curves.  A woman.  A woman with a fur collar that seems to move.

“Panic,” Fox replies nonchalantly, pulling me up with him.  Into him as I try to get my footing while he keeps a hold on my arm.  I fuss to stand on my own, but only get another tug back to him and a soothing rub of my arms.  It doesn’t work, but it doesn’t irritate either.

The woman’s lips quirk up with a hum as the fox around her shoulder yawns.  She takes a step closer, looks me over, then sighs.  “Hungry?”  My eyes narrow, unsure, wary.  Her lips lift higher, eyes flick to Fox.  “Dinner.”

Picks up right after the last one with Lorien!  You’ve now officially met Wolf, a character inspired by the lovely @zoesmama2024​...also Felix, the fox that was atop her shoulders, haha!  Both will likely be delved into more in following pieces.  Just to be clear, Fox (the man haha) is not trying to seduce or cop any kind of feel with Lorien at the moment; she panicked and he didn’t want her (or himself) falling into that pit...also he’s just a physical guy in general lol!

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs found on Google!)

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Because that’s seriously what Simon’s fucking doing.  Pissing me the fuck off.  I’m the one who got fucking ambushed by a buncha crazy fucking woodsmen and left to walk my unhappy ass all the way back to The Sanctuary.  I’m the one who had to decipher the practically fucking mute leader’s words; I was the one made to choose on the spot. 

“I just want to know why Lucille’s here and not Lorien,” Simon answers plainly, knowing better than to do his usual snarky song-and-dance right now.

“Because I fuckin’ wanted it that way.”  I counter.  I don’t have a good fucking answer and I’m rattled enough without my right hand man questioning my fucking decisions.

“So you just…left her there…with a buncha strangers.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ did.”  I take a deep, growling, breath as I clutch Lucille’s neck.  “Better I survive than neither of us.  Or do you not agree?”

Simon seems to consider his options before picking one that won’t earn a kiss from Lucille.  “How do we get her back?”

“They want medical shit, so we’ll fuckin give ‘em some fuckin’ medical shit.”

“They’re shakin’ us down then?”

I shrug.  “That’s about the long and fuckin’ thick of it.”  Never able to resist a dick joke.  “Not goin’ off at ‘em half-fuckin’-cocked like Rick the Prick did with us.  No fuckin’ way am I gettin’ fucked in the ass by some asshole named Bear.”

“What if they don’t give her back, ask for more…or somethin’ else happens to her?” 

“Fuck!”  When did he get so annoying?  “She must have a magical fuckin’ pussy to make you this fuckin’ soft after one fuck.”  I swing Lucille up, let her tap back into my hand…she stings, but I probably deserve it.  “Shit goes sideways, they fuck with us, we burn that whole fuckin’ forest to the fuckin’ ground…and I get my ass a brand fuckin’ new Bear-fuckin’-skin rug.”

This picks up hours after we last saw Negan and probably at around the same time as the last one.  Just Negan and Simon doing their best not to just fight each other given Simon disagrees completely with Negan’s choice and Negan is just, haha, generally fucking pissed off and, yes, nervous.  He’s not accustomed to not being in charge, being at anyone else’s mercy, anymore so his run in with Bear’s group has totally thrown him…also he’s a little bit second guessing his choice to leave Lorien behind. 

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Bottom gif is (I believe) from @mypapawinchester, top gif from @stevenblogg!)

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Because that’s seriously what Simon’s fucking doing.  Pissing me the fuck off.  I’m the one who got fucking ambushed by a buncha crazy fucking woodsmen and left to walk my unhappy ass all the way back to The Sanctuary.  I’m the one who had to decipher the practically fucking mute leader’s words; I was the one made to choose on the spot. 

“I just want to know why Lucille’s here and not Lorien,” Simon answers plainly, knowing better than to do his usual snarky song-and-dance right now.

“Because I fuckin’ wanted it that way.”  I counter.  I don’t have a good fucking answer and I’m rattled enough without my right hand man questioning my fucking decisions.

“So you just...left her there...with a buncha strangers.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ did.”  I take a deep, growling, breath as I clutch Lucille’s neck.  “Better I survive than neither of us.  Or do you not agree?”

Simon seems to consider his options before picking one that won’t earn a kiss from Lucille.  “How do we get her back?”

“They want medical shit, so we’ll fuckin give ‘em some fuckin’ medical shit.”

“They’re shakin’ us down then?”

I shrug.  “That’s about the long and fuckin’ thick of it.”  Never able to resist a dick joke.  “Not goin’ off at ‘em half-fuckin’-cocked like Rick the Prick did with us.  No fuckin’ way am I gettin’ fucked in the ass by some asshole named Bear.”

“What if they don’t give her back, ask for more...or somethin’ else happens to her?” 

“Fuck!”  When did he get so annoying?  “She must have a magical fuckin’ pussy to make you this fuckin’ soft after one fuck.”  I swing Lucille up, let her tap back into my hand...she stings, but I probably deserve it.  “Shit goes sideways, they fuck with us, we burn that whole fuckin’ forest to the fuckin’ ground...and I get my ass a brand fuckin’ new Bear-fuckin’-skin rug.”

This picks up hours after we last saw Negan and probably at around the same time as the last one.  Just Negan and Simon doing their best not to just fight each other given Simon disagrees completely with Negan’s choice and Negan is just, haha, generally fucking pissed off and, yes, nervous.  He’s not accustomed to not being in charge, being at anyone else’s mercy, anymore so his run in with Bear’s group has totally thrown him...also he’s a little bit second guessing his choice to leave Lorien behind. 

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Bottom gif is (I believe) from @mypapawinchester, top gif from @stevenblogg!)

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“If I run, will you kill me?”

Fox is as silent as Bear, but his eyes are kinder.  Not softer, but kinder.  Like he might sympathize with my position even if he can’t, won’t, improve it.  “Hopefully not.”  He could though, I’m sure of it.  His arrows missed Negan and me by inches when he shot out our tires from the trees; he reminds me of the stories I heard about redneck we took from Rick’s group, the one with the crossbow.

“I’m not stripping,” I reassert.  “I’ll die out here, let myself be eaten alive, first.”

“Dramatic,” he smiles, brows up like the tease of a big brother as he picks at the top of his bow.

“What if I ordered you to strip, huh?  Would you?!“

Fox shrugs, shifts out of his jacket, uses his free hand to pull loose the ties of his vest.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!!” I turn away, look down.  What the hell kind of nudist group did Negan abandon me to?  His bow clatters, clothing ruffles, then there’s a scraping as Fox retrieves his bow.  “I’m NOT looking up.”  Clothes hit me in the face.

“Strip.”

“What the fuck is -”

“Change?”

Curiosity, confusion, gets the better of my stubbornness and I look up.  Fox is bare-chested save his jacket, his shirt and vest in my lap, and he nods encouragingly.  My sigh’s practically a growl as I think, finally, I get it.  “Strip to change…that’s what he meant?”  Fox shrugs almost guiltily.  “Wha-Why didn’t he just say ‘change’?!”

“Where’s the challenge?”

“Challenge?” I wanna throw the clothes back, tell him to go fuck himself along with Bear.

He smiles in the face of my rage.  “Fun?”

“You’re a fuck.”

“Change.” His weapon almost nudges me.  “Dark soon.”

“You gonna look away?”

“Can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“It matter?”  Fox leans forward, though keeps out of reach as his eyes lead mine in a scan of the forest.  “Eyes everywhere…”  He extends the vowels in a teasingly dramatic manner.

I’m disgusted, but not surprised.  These people have been watching us all along, haven’t they?  It’d be foolish for them to turn their backs on me now that I’m worth something to them.  Still, I’m not about to give anyone any kind of show…I change by gym rules.  Vest on, dirty shirt slipped out of underneath, and no one sees anything.

“Impressive…and pants?”

I step through the neck of his shirt, tie the arms around, then do my best to slip out of my jeans without flashing.  I kick my soiled clothes aside and set hands on my hips with a huff of both annoyance and victory.

Fox’s lips tick up, brows arch, then he gives a cat-call of a whistle.  I glare and he chuckles before doing it again.  And again.  Slowly elongating the sounds, adjusting the keys, morphing it into the Saviors’ call…Negan’s call.  Is that where our call came from or is he just fucking with me like Bear?  Does his whistling have a point or am I just some living toy to these people until I’m traded back? 

I wrap my arms around myself, look down, mutter.  “Can…Can we go now?”  I can feel tears threatening my eyes.

“Yes.”  His amusement is gone as he collects my dirty clothes and gives a shorter whistle, extends an arm in the direction I’m to walk…the same path Bear took to leave.  He stays back, gives me space, only speaks to direct my path.

I’m grateful.

I listen, obey, then I don’t as my feet take me left instead of right.  I get five steps before there’s a harsh whistle and a sizeable rock breaks open the ground before me, revealing spikes and the growling undead beneath.  I stop short with my breath and a hand yanks me back by the wrist.

This picks up some hours after the last one - if unsure, Lorien told Bear to go fuck himself after he ordered “strip” so she’s been left with another member of Bear’s group, Fox.  (They all go by animal names for reasons that’ll slowly be revealed; same with not speaking much.)  Fox is a little clearer when he communicates, but he’s also a little cheekier…he’s played by Aidan Gillen, by the way!  Next I think is catching up with Negan…maybe Simon too, not sure.

PS: Credit to @wadeyourebarelyalive for “Eyes everywhere” line, haha!

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Top gif found on Google, bottom made by me via YouTube.)

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“If I run, will you kill me?”

Fox is as silent as Bear, but his eyes are kinder.  Not softer, but kinder.  Like he might sympathize with my position even if he can’t, won’t, improve it.  “Hopefully not.”  He could though, I’m sure of it.  His arrows missed Negan and me by inches when he shot out our tires from the trees; he reminds me of the stories I heard about redneck we took from Rick’s group, the one with the crossbow.

“I’m not stripping,” I reassert.  “I’ll die out here, let myself be eaten alive, first.”

“Dramatic,” he smiles, brows up like the tease of a big brother as he picks at the top of his bow.

“What if I ordered you to strip, huh?  Would you?!"

Fox shrugs, shifts out of his jacket, uses his free hand to pull loose the ties of his vest.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!!" I turn away, look down.  What the hell kind of nudist group did Negan abandon me to?  His bow clatters, clothing ruffles, then there’s a scraping as Fox retrieves his bow.  “I’m NOT looking up.”  Clothes hit me in the face.

“Strip.”

“What the fuck is -”

“Change?”

Curiosity, confusion, gets the better of my stubbornness and I look up.  Fox is bare-chested save his jacket, his shirt and vest in my lap, and he nods encouragingly.  My sigh’s practically a growl as I think, finally, I get it.  “Strip to change...that’s what he meant?”  Fox shrugs almost guiltily.  “Wha-Why didn’t he just say ‘change’?!”

“Where’s the challenge?”

“Challenge?” I wanna throw the clothes back, tell him to go fuck himself along with Bear.

He smiles in the face of my rage.  “Fun?”

“You’re a fuck.”

“Change.” His weapon almost nudges me.  “Dark soon.”

“You gonna look away?”

“Can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“It matter?”  Fox leans forward, though keeps out of reach as his eyes lead mine in a scan of the forest.  “Eyes everywhere...”  He extends the vowels in a teasingly dramatic manner.

I’m disgusted, but not surprised.  These people have been watching us all along, haven’t they?  It’d be foolish for them to turn their backs on me now that I’m worth something to them.  Still, I’m not about to give anyone any kind of show...I change by gym rules.  Vest on, dirty shirt slipped out of underneath, and no one sees anything.

“Impressive...and pants?”

I step through the neck of his shirt, tie the arms around, then do my best to slip out of my jeans without flashing.  I kick my soiled clothes aside and set hands on my hips with a huff of both annoyance and victory.

Fox’s lips tick up, brows arch, then he gives a cat-call of a whistle.  I glare and he chuckles before doing it again.  And again.  Slowly elongating the sounds, adjusting the keys, morphing it into the Saviors’ call...Negan’s call.  Is that where our call came from or is he just fucking with me like Bear?  Does his whistling have a point or am I just some living toy to these people until I’m traded back? 

I wrap my arms around myself, look down, mutter.  “Can...Can we go now?”  I can feel tears threatening my eyes.

“Yes.”  His amusement is gone as he collects my dirty clothes and gives a shorter whistle, extends an arm in the direction I’m to walk...the same path Bear took to leave.  He stays back, gives me space, only speaks to direct my path.

I’m grateful.

I listen, obey, then I don’t as my feet take me left instead of right.  I get five steps before there’s a harsh whistle and a sizeable rock breaks open the ground before me, revealing spikes and the growling undead beneath.  I stop short with my breath and a hand yanks me back by the wrist.

This picks up some hours after the last one - if unsure, Lorien told Bear to go fuck himself after he ordered “strip” so she’s been left with another member of Bear’s group, Fox.  (They all go by animal names for reasons that’ll slowly be revealed; same with not speaking much.)  Fox is a little clearer when he communicates, but he’s also a little cheekier...he's played by Aidan Gillen, by the way!  Next I think is catching up with Negan...maybe Simon too, not sure.

PS: Credit to @wadeyourebarelyalive for “Eyes everywhere” line, haha!

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Top gif found on Google, bottom made by me via YouTube.)

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It feels like miles; miles hiking, trying to breathe, not pass out, fighting the urge to attempt a hopeless escape, with a bag over my head.  Blood from Lucille, from Rick’s people, grows sticky, then crusty, before wayward thorns cause my blood to join.  The blood is dry by the time we stop.  There’s whistles, bird calls, the cracking of sticks, and then blinding light as the bag’s yanked off my head.  They surround in silence, the leader dead ahead.

A cigar dangles from his lips as his brows lift.  "Okay?“

"Do I look okay?” Whatever energy I had is spent; I can’t even muster a sarcastic tone.

"Murderous.”

“Guess you better watch out then.”

“Me?” Bear sounds almost offended.

“You…watch right?  Watched us?  You know what we can do.”

He smiles through the cigar.  “We?”  He shakes his head.  “You.”

I look around for translation, a way to properly interpret, but get nothing in return.  They’re like animals sizing me up, taking me in, with blank stares.  There’s no hint to my current status, but I sense I’m prey.  The mouse in a circle of starved cats.  I look away, beyond, to miles and miles of trees in every direction, so deep into the woods of Virginia I’m not sure if I’ve been here before or not.  “This your camp?”

“Camp,” Bear points off into the vague distance behind him, then turns back to me.  “Guest.”

“That what I am?”  Doesn’t feel like it; feels like I’m a prisoner, a pawn, piece of meat, a thing to be traded between two men who couldn’t give a shit about me.  My worth is what Negan can bear to part with and he couldn’t give up a fucking barb-wired bat…  “Who’s sick?”

Another brow lift.

“You need medical.”  That was the request, the cost to get me back.  “Who’s sick?”

His brows stay up, the shoulders follow, then both fall back to impassivity.  “Strip.”

My stomach drops.

Going any farther would be going easy on ya’ll and if “Lorien” isn’t having an easy time then neither can you. 😈  I will say, like much of what this new group’s leader, Bear, says (and does), the final order is up for interpretation…and clarity will likely come in the next piece.  After that probably check-in on Negan…and maybe Simon.

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs were found on Google.)

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It feels like miles; miles hiking, trying to breathe, not pass out, fighting the urge to attempt a hopeless escape, with a bag over my head.  Blood from Lucille, from Rick’s people, grows sticky, then crusty, before wayward thorns cause my blood to join.  The blood is dry by the time we stop.  There’s whistles, bird calls, the cracking of sticks, and then blinding light as the bag’s yanked off my head.  They surround in silence, the leader dead ahead.

A cigar dangles from his lips as his brows lift.  "Okay?"

"Do I look okay?” Whatever energy I had is spent; I can’t even muster a sarcastic tone.

"Murderous."

“Guess you better watch out then.”

“Me?” Bear sounds almost offended.

“You...watch right?  Watched us?  You know what we can do.”

He smiles through the cigar.  “We?”  He shakes his head.  “You.”

I look around for translation, a way to properly interpret, but get nothing in return.  They’re like animals sizing me up, taking me in, with blank stares.  There’s no hint to my current status, but I sense I’m prey.  The mouse in a circle of starved cats.  I look away, beyond, to miles and miles of trees in every direction, so deep into the woods of Virginia I’m not sure if I’ve been here before or not.  “This your camp?”

"Camp,” Bear points off into the vague distance behind him, then turns back to me.  “Guest.”

“That what I am?”  Doesn’t feel like it; feels like I’m a prisoner, a pawn, piece of meat, a thing to be traded between two men who couldn't give a shit about me.  My worth is what Negan can bear to part with and he couldn’t give up a fucking barb-wired bat...  “Who’s sick?”

Another brow lift.

“You need medical.”  That was the request, the cost to get me back.  “Who’s sick?”

His brows stay up, the shoulders follow, then both fall back to impassivity.  “Strip.”

My stomach drops.

Going any farther would be going easy on ya’ll and if “Lorien” isn’t having an easy time then neither can you. 😈  I will say, like much of what this new group’s leader, Bear, says (and does), the final order is up for interpretation...and clarity will likely come in the next piece.  After that probably check-in on Negan...and maybe Simon.

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs were found on Google.)

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Not gonna fucking lie, I’m fairly fucking certain these crazy fucks are gonna bash my damn skull in with my own fucking bat.  Shitty, but somehow fucking fitting.  Not that I wanted to make the fucking choice, I wanted to be balls deep in the very beautiful Lorien then continue the fuck on home, but that wasn’t a fucking option and I’ll be goddamned if I leave my best girl in the hands of some fucker named Bear.  Seriously, who the fuck goes by ‘Bear’?

“Fuck, I can’t see shit, any of you fuckers wanna take this shit off my eyes now?”

They prove chatty as their leader as I get a single “no” in reply.

“Wanna fuckin’ tell me where the fuck we’re goin’?”

“Here.”

“Holy fuckin’ shit, is that a member of the fairier fuckin’ sex I hear?!”  I probably shouldn’t be this excited, but if I’m about to die I might as well enjoy my last few moments.  “Throw me a fuckin’ bone, at least lemme fuckin’ see ‘er before I fuckin’ die!”

I’m forced to my knees, Lucille softly thuds against a boot, and suddenly I can see…kinda.  It’s dark as fuck, but the blindfold’s off.  She forms as if outta smoke from her own cigarette, wrapped in the black of the room and her clothes.  “See?”

“Well fuck me hard ‘til I’m wet, darlin’, you are beautiful.”  I punch out the last three words, so she knows I’m serious…she seems unimpressed.  “Hey, I’m not just fuckin’ flattering you ‘cause your buddy’s got Lucille, I’m bein’ genuine as fuck.  Bet you could teach me a few things,” I chuckle.  “I could teach you a few things…we could teach my wives a fuck of a lot.”

Her eyes flick to her male counterpart, then back.  She almost smiles, I give my most charming grin as she crouches to meet my eyes.  She holds up a single finger on her free hand.  “Week.”

“I’ll fuckin’ clear my whole fuckin’ schedule for ya.”

“Medical,” she clarifies, much to my disappointment, before taking a drag, blowing it in my face, and standing.  “Here.” 

“Where the fuck is ‘here’?” I ask, but get no reply as she and the other start to exit.  “Hey, asshole, that’s my fuckin’ bat!”  I didn’t go through all this shit just for them to renege on giving Lucille back.

“Ta-ta.”  Motherfucker mirrors my own exit at me, tossing Lucille back to clatter on the ground.  Motherfuckers had been watching me, my people, with Rick’s group. 

I go to stand and realize they never untied my hands…fuck!  Fuck fuck fuck fucking motherfuckers!!

Negan’s first, but not last, time being a POV character in Beyond the Classroom.  He’s still got his usual bravado, even to the audience and himself, but I think that’ll likely change as what’s happened/happening sinks in a bit more.  …The woman is portrayed by Robin Wright, you may get to know her better as things progress.

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(JDM gif from @mypapawinchester, other is from Google with slight alterations by me.)

Reblog for time zones and anyone who missed it!!

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Not gonna fucking lie, I’m fairly fucking certain these crazy fucks are gonna bash my damn skull in with my own fucking bat.  Shitty, but somehow fucking fitting.  Not that I wanted to make the fucking choice, I wanted to be balls deep in the very beautiful Lorien then continue the fuck on home, but that wasn’t a fucking option and I’ll be goddamned if I leave my best girl in the hands of some fucker named Bear.  Seriously, who the fuck goes by ‘Bear’?

“Fuck, I can’t see shit, any of you fuckers wanna take this shit off my eyes now?”

They prove chatty as their leader as I get a single “no” in reply.

“Wanna fuckin’ tell me where the fuck we’re goin’?”

“Here.”

“Holy fuckin’ shit, is that a member of the fairier fuckin’ sex I hear?!”  I probably shouldn’t be this excited, but if I’m about to die I might as well enjoy my last few moments.  “Throw me a fuckin’ bone, at least lemme fuckin’ see ‘er before I fuckin’ die!”

I’m forced to my knees, Lucille softly thuds against a boot, and suddenly I can see…kinda.  It’s dark as fuck, but the blindfold’s off.  She forms as if outta smoke from her own cigarette, wrapped in the black of the room and her clothes.  “See?”

“Well fuck me hard 'til I’m wet, darlin’, you are beautiful.”  I punch out the last three words, so she knows I’m serious...she seems unimpressed.  “Hey, I’m not just fuckin’ flattering you ‘cause your buddy’s got Lucille, I’m bein’ genuine as fuck.  Bet you could teach me a few things,” I chuckle.  “I could teach you a few things...we could teach my wives a fuck of a lot.”

Her eyes flick to her male counterpart, then back.  She almost smiles, I give my most charming grin as she crouches to meet my eyes.  She holds up a single finger on her free hand.  “Week.”

“I’ll fuckin’ clear my whole fuckin’ schedule for ya.”

“Medical,” she clarifies, much to my disappointment, before taking a drag, blowing it in my face, and standing.  “Here.” 

“Where the fuck is ‘here’?” I ask, but get no reply as she and the other start to exit.  “Hey, asshole, that’s my fuckin’ bat!”  I didn’t go through all this shit just for them to renege on giving Lucille back.

“Ta-ta.”  Motherfucker mirrors my own exit at me, tossing Lucille back to clatter on the ground.  Motherfuckers had been watching me, my people, with Rick’s group. 

I go to stand and realize they never untied my hands...fuck!  Fuck fuck fuck fucking motherfuckers!!

Negan’s first, but not last, time being a POV character in Beyond the Classroom.  He’s still got his usual bravado, even to the audience and himself, but I think that’ll likely change as what’s happened/happening sinks in a bit more.  ...The woman is portrayed by Robin Wright, you may get to know her better as things progress.

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(JDM gif from @mypapawinchester, other is from Google with slight alterations by me.)

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