#instead i am in the passenger seat of my father’s truck attempting to pretend i am alive

[peachcitt]

stayed up super late last night with friends doing halloween stuff (getting drunk and spilling tea) knowing full well that i had to get up early today to go to a quince out of town . i am awake against my will and regretting many decisions

#peach rambles #not staying up late and getting drunk. Let me be clear. that is my natural habitat #i regret rsvping for this quince that happens halloween weekend which just so happens to apparently be the busiest weekend of my goddamn #life. im exhausted from a week’s worth of lack of sleep and i am also no where near done with three of my monday deadlines #and i am losing an entire day (?) of work to this quince. #also it’s halloween weekend i should be getting drunk and looking hot😭😭😭😭 #instead i am in the passenger seat of my father’s truck attempting to pretend i am alive #he called me this morning to say how far away he was from my house #but i missed the call because i kept on pressing snooze because. Obvious Reasons. and when i saw that he called #i called him back and he was like ‘im ten minutes from your house’ bitch i hadn’t even packed for the night yet. i was still fully in bed #i feel like if i close my eyes for too long im going to have a category five sleep incident. whatever that means #i think i forgot to pack a bra? fucking. i don’t know #i brought my computer so that i could possibly work but there’s absolutely no charger to speak of in #this vicinity. fuck. and uhhhhh i look like death but the only makeup i have is a singular eyebrow pencil #and the remnants of my eyeliner from last night. also the fake blood still in my fingernails #speaking of fake blood i bloodied my shit up for real last night which was very high risk high reward for me #the blood was four bucks from walmart and said that it stained skin and i was like #what a perfect product to cover my face and body in the day before i go to a family function #it ended up working out because i looked fucking good and i took a shower before i went to sleep #(did NOT check how i looked before i went to bed so this morning when i looked in the mirror and say i was blood-free it was a miracle) #but anyway. yeah. i want to pass out

[vizhi0n]

Sawney - Part 36

Chapter Masterlist

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Warnings: no warnings. Next chapter is probably my favorite that I’ve written. so *wink wink*

“Adam — Father —  never made it back,” Rick leaned against the interior of the fence. The samurai — Michonne, or whatever her name was, sat on a box of crates.

“I don’t give a shit,” Negan mumbled.

“Desa told us who he was. What he did,” Michonne added.

“You must feel pretty fucking stupid.”

“We don’t.”

“How’s the priest? He helped my ass escape while we were trapped by biters. He slipped away before I could thank him. Rude fucker.”

Rick and Michonne didn’t reply. They just glared for a moment, before Michonne spoke in a hushed tone and said, “He’s fine.”

“So many fucking questions,” Negan hissed, clenching his fists and grinning. He licked his lips, looking back and forth from Rick, to Michonne. He was aware that both his people, and Rick’s people were watching, ready to start exchanging bullets at the faintest hint of confrontation. He chose his words carefully. “Dwight still hasn’t come back. I wonder where he is?”

Negan already knew. That numb part of him didn’t care — Laura’s words had rung hollow, for she’d nearly been on the receiving end of a bullet, fired by Dwight, back at Alexandria. Dwight was replaceable, but he’d caused enough damage already.

“He should be the least of your concerns,” Rick said. He perked up, peering over Negan’s shoulder, which prompted Negan to turn. Daryl had returned, Drake at his side.

“Find anything?”

“There was definitely a struggle. They fought hard, tried to escape,” Daryl replied. “Finding them is going to be a load of trouble. We can’t track nothin’. If they’re dressed in walker skins, they’ll blend right in.”

“Desa said something about a silo,” Rick replied. “She said that the last time she was with them, that’s where they set up camp.”

“Are you sure?” Negan stressed.

“They’ll come, no matter what. Even if they have her,” Michonne said solemnly. She met Negan’s gaze for a second, pursing her lips. “Their goal isn’t her, it’s us. All we have to do is be patient. Wait.”

“Do nothing?” Negan raised his eyebrows. “Fuck no—”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Michonne replied acidly. “We send the team to scout the silo. Take this time to plot our next move. They aren’t going anywhere.”

“Fuck,” Negan murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Fucking fine. If they come to fucking negotiate, we’ll negotiate. Goddamn. All I want is for Desa to be fucking safe.”

All they want is for Carl to be safe.

“We need to draw up fucking…battle plans or whatever. Get whatever shit we need ready. The minute it happens, we need to have everything in order,” Negan said. “We can do that? Good shit. I guess we’re officially temporary allies then, Grimes. Can’t wait to work with you.”

Desa opened her eyes and inhaled grass.

She sputtered, coughed, before lifting her head. She was bound and gagged. The space around her looks familiar — it was the camp. The Whisperer’s camp from before. The group hadn’t moved, and Desa couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. There was a chance. A chance that Rick and his people would find her.

They’d come, she knew, for —

Someone next to her groaned. It was Carl, bound and gagged as well. Almost instinctively, she scooted closer.

Boots appeared before her. She pushed herself into a sitting position, looking up and meeting Beta’s steely gaze. As always, most of his facial features were obscured by his mask. He crouched, quickly yanking the gag from Desa’s mouth before doing the same to Carl.

“Pray that she’ll go easy on you.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Desa spat. Beta’s jaw tensed, but he did not strike her. He just stood back and allowed Alpha to approach. The bald woman’s eyebrows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. She regarded Desa with the same attitude that a teacher would have when scolding a student.

“I usually don’t invest in people like you. But I feel like I have no choice,” Alpha said. “You’re strong enough to be one of us. You’re meant to be one of us. Deep down, you know it to be true.”

“I’m not one of you. I never will be,” Desa growled. “I have a home. A family—”

“And you will outlive them,” Alpha stressed. “They’ll die because they are weak. It’s how the world works. We inherit what’s left of this world by becoming a part of it.”

“No,” Desa said. “No.”

Alpha made a slight gesture with her hand. Two Whisperer’s stomped past her, yanking Carl from the ground. Immediately Desa began to struggle, attempting to rise to her feet. Beta’s strong hand pushed her back down as Alpha stared, unwavering.

They began beating Carl. The two Whisperer’s landed kicks to the boy’s chest and stomach and back. Desa writhed, shouting out offenses before begging.

“Stop! Stop it!”

Alpha raised a hand. Carl lay in the fetal position, eyes squeezed shut.

“You have a choice,” Alpha said. “I’ll have the boy killed right here.”

“Don’t hurt him. Please,” Desa begged. Carl, nose bloody, looked on in horror as Desa said, “If I say yes, you’ll leave him be?” 

“I give you my word. But he will come with us. Who knows, he might belong here,” Alpha smirked. She raised her eyebrows as if awaiting Desa to verbalize what she wanted.

“I’ll join you. I accept.”

“They’re camped by the silo, just like Desa said. But it looks like they’re were gathering things,” Drake’s voice crackled. “Getting ready to move, maybe?”

“They’re nomads. Of course they’re getting ready to fucking move,” Negan snapped back. “We have to move with them. Radio Rick and tell him that we need to go, now!”

It didn’t take Negan long to round up everyone. Laura and Arat organized the short caravan of trucks while Regina spoke with Rick over the radio. The tension mounted the moment they pulled out of the Sanctuary, and toward’s the rendezvous point he and Rick had agreed on.

Halfway. Negan sat in the passengers seat while Regina drove. The moment he spotted Rick’s people he signaled the caravan to stop. A moment later, Drake and Gavin came stumbling out of the woods, clearly shaken up a bit. Drake had blood splattered across his shirt, and before Negan could ask, he said, “We had to deal with some biters.”

“Shit, you scared me for a second,” Negan chuckled and patted Drake on the shoulder. The man just shrugged, pushing a strand of hair away from his eyes. Rick approached, an air of caution around him.

“How close are we?”

“That silo is just off the main road. There’s a dirt path, and in the field is their camp.”

“Did you see Carl?”

“No,” Drake answered, eyes flickering towards Negan. Then he looked back at Rick and added, “We just saw the perimeter guards.”

“How many?” Negan inquired.

“From our position, about four. If you have snipers…you might be able to take them out from afar, especially once the sun sets.” 

“Maybe we could stab them in their sleep?” Negan drawled, smirking at how Rick shifted uncomfortably. “Bet nobody has ever done that shit before.”

Rick ignored him. Instead, he rolled his shoulders and said, “We stick to the plan. Create a diversion, pretend to negotiate, then strike. Maybe Desa was lying. Maybe these people can be reasoned with.”

“Doubt it,” Drake mumbled, beating Negan to his own words.

The group combined consisted of over a dozen cars, and over a dozen armed Saviors and Alexandrian’s. The tense air between the two groups was palpable, but Negan knew that Rick’s people would die for their leader.

So would his.

“You ready, Drake?” Negan quipped.

“Not really.”

“Fair enough. Let’s get this shit over with.”

#vizhi0nw #negans thirst squad