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ashncole · 1 year
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No one touch me 😭😭😭
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sun-flower-mad · 8 months
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daenerys-tarrgaryen · 5 months
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MAGGIE GREENE and HERSHEL RHEE in The Walking Dead (2010-2022)   ↳ Episode: Acheron (Part 1)
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rheefamilysource · 3 months
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THE WALKING DEAD (2010–2022) ↳ season 10 episode 17
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zombiewhor3 · 10 months
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HER BOOK
fem reader x negan smith
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WARNINGS: implications of character death, marriage, the whispers, flash backs to the saviours.
she walked down the concrete stairs and into the cell where he was sitting, he was reading a book.
his fingers flipping to the next page when he was done with his current, but the sound of shuffling was what caught his attention.
To which he folded the page he rested at and closed the book, gently placing it in his lap he looked up to see her pulling a chair to his bars.
the chair was just a foot away from where he was left locked up, she stood in front of the bars slipping a bottle of water and some food to him.
she sat down and watched as he started to eat some of the food that was on his tray,
he took a bite of the apple first before starting his main course of steamed vegetables.
She sat back in the chair and said nothing, instead she watched him eat, she watched as he opened the bottle and began to drink.
most people would find this a boring task, having to watch a prisoner eat while taking his ever so sweet time, but she didn't mind.
down here it was silent, she couldn't hear the growling of zombies or the sound of people explaining fighting tactics against the walkers that had started to whisper in the woods
but yet again down here was like a pit, a pit with nothing but her and a criminal, a criminal that still remained her husband.
"you enjoying yourself?" He asked as he wiped his hands clean with a rag, with her disassociation she must've missed the fact he finished his meal and slid out the tray to her.
She picked up the tray and set it by the side of her chair, she hadn't said anything but remained quiet, which was somewhat unusual.
"talk" he spoke and could see as she flicked her eyes up to look at him, he was laying on his bed.
His feet crossed over one another while his head was propped up from his hands underneath it.
"we have a new issue, a new threat to handle"
she replied and could see him raise his brows a little, curious as to what or who it could be they were fighting with now.
"the walkers, they started talking, whispering"
even when she said it aloud it sounded so surreal, walkers couldn't talk, let alone they couldn't kill people apart of their group.
"I'm sorry you want me to believe those bags of flesh and shit are talking?" He chuckled at her words almost like it was to hard to believe.
and in all honesty it was, even when she heard the whispers coming from the woods herself she then had to actually believe it.
"they killed one of Hilltop's leaders, we all saw it with our own eyes" her knee started to bounce, and she tried not to replay his death in her head.
"walkers don't kill, they're fucking made of dead flesh and soupy god damn brains" Negan sat upright on the bed as he snapped back at her.
"they're wearing masks of the dead, it's another group that we're facing" she admitted and could see as the confusion faded away from his face.
He wiped over the lower half of his face, the palm of his hand running over his beard.
"Winter is gaining on us, we barely have supplies for us neither to start a war" she had flipped open her journal with every new threat or important incident she wrote in it.
she had detailed pictures with diagrams and labels, she had writings of text giving the best information that she could.
she had flipped to the page of Alpha, the drawing of a woman and the army of skins that had stood behind her.
She held her book open to show him the page, after seeing the picture she had drawn out he let out a soft sigh and looked towards his window.
"What else you keep in that book?" He asked and could see the furrow of her eyebrows as she had quickly shut the book and tucked it away.
"nothing that concerns you"
she muttered back defensively and could see his eyes widen a little, like they always did when he could tell someone was lying to him.
"tell me what's in the book and maybe I can help you with the talking dead" his deal was shitty, how was he going to help while being stuck in a jail cell in some apocalyptic basement.
But she had slid the book to him, after all he had been out more in this world than her, he had more experience with these types of threats.
so maybe some of his charming Negan wisdom could help her come up with something.
he started at the beginning, where she had been describing the dead when the first apocalypse started, but after a few pages he got bored.
He faked a yawn and skipped about to the middle of the book, his face sunk a little when he saw the descriptions of his army.
The picture of Dwight's face and the iron that was used to burn it, his baseball bat that he used to kill Glenn, and the Gutting of Spencer.
Of course there was more that he did, more that he skimmed over because he didn't want to read all the cruel things he had done in the past.
but the drawing he stopped at was the one of him lying in a hospital bed, his throat had been slashed and yet Rick decided to save him.
he was silent as he read, he must've read that page over and over because he had been stuck on it for a good 20 minutes.
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Eventually y/n had just fallen asleep, she had fallen asleep in the wooden chair she had sat in front of his cell bars.
now he wasn't reading, the book was sitting on his bed next to him, his knee tapped up and down a little while his foot padded on the floor.
making small enough noises that she couldn't hear, just so he didn't wake her up,
but the sound of the journal sliding across the floor now had waken her, she looked down at her feet and back up to him.
"I'm sorry" he admitted as he watched her slip the book back away into her bag, "about what?"
"that book, the pictures of me" she could see that there was still more to his apology like he was trying to piece together the right words for her.
"you know after we got married I never thought this would happen" she chuckled softly and could see his eyes look into hers.
"I never expected to be in an apocalyptic war, and I never thought you'd be locked up here"
she spoke with a soft smile on her face.
He fiddled with the ring that he still had on, hers rested on a dog chain that she kept on her night stand right by her bed side.
She rarely wore it, but the day he had almost been killed she couldn't let it go, she had it around her neck and at her clasp.
Just until he had woken up and been placed in this hell hold of a cell, after that she placed it back away waiting for the right time.
Maybe his funeral? Or maybe whenever she had forgiven him for what he had done, but she figured his death was much closer than him being forgiven for his crimes.
"I've had time to sit with it all" he remarked and folded his arms as he sat back on the bed, his back leaning against the concrete wall.
"if you want to stop these people you need to be smart, if they don't want a deal then talk about gathering resources for a war"
his advice seemed to strike her a little, her heart seemed to want to skip a beat at the kindness he was giving but she knew she couldn't.
She couldn't let herself be so naive, so eager just to have her feelings shut down and used against her like the war had.
"I'll be back at sunrise with a new book"
He hadn't said anything else to her but instead he watched her place the chair back into the corner and make her way out of his cell.
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mcbride · 1 year
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MAGGIE and HERSHEL RHEE THE WALKING DEAD 11.23 ▶ Family [request by @jenpero]
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cultofdixon · 1 year
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Judith: *smacks Daryl with a stick*
Daryl: Enough
RJ: *smacks Daryl with a stick*
Daryl: Where did you come from?!
Hershel Jr: *coming toward them with a stick*
Daryl: Y/N STOP GIVING THE KIDS STICKS
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im-a-goddamn-cat · 2 months
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The Walking Dead: Dead City
↳ S1E1: Old Acquaintances
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0aurelion-sol0 · 7 months
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The Walking Dead: Dead City 1x06 "Doma Smo" // The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon 1x04 "La Dame De Fer"
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raiisakitsune · 2 years
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Glenn: I’m kind of a chicken magnet.
Maggie: don’t you mean chick magnet?
*sounds of distant bawk-bawking*
Glenn: we have to go NOW.
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taiturner · 1 year
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THE WALKING DEAD 11x03 “Hunted” | 11x24 “Rest in Peace”
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thatonerickylshipper · 2 months
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I feel like daryl talks to glenns gravestone at night when nobody can watch him.. like apologizing and laughing because he thinks its stupid that he's talking to a gravestone but he still does it anyway. He tells him how everyone is doing and how hershel is a lot like him and is growing (he knows maggie does that too but he still does it)
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beholdtheapocalypse · 10 months
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Look at you, acting so tough. Just like your mother... or maybe your father.
The Walking Dead (2011-2022) The Walking Dead: Dead City (2023-) Season 3 | Episode 7 // Season 1 | Episode 1
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risesthenight · 4 months
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there is just a certain genre of men who create daddy issues and do horrible things yet have their own tragic motivations and differing perspective that can somewhat justify their cruel actions
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rheefamilysource · 5 months
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HERSHEL RHEE IN THE WALKING DEAD | 11.15 “Trust”
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ar-grimes · 1 year
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y/n: okay children! emergency plan #42, in case i’m shot down, what do you do?
judith, rj, hershel: AVENGE YOU!
y/n: … *is internally proud*
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