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This summer I plan on watching "The Walking Dead"
Now till about a month an ahlaf ago I had never seen even one episode, but a lot of the people I follow on here write for some and I went to a "Supernatural" convention back in 2015 and Jeffery Dean Morgan was there and talking about how he was gonna be playing Negan in the new season. But you see i have never cared for zombies. Out of everything I think zombies are the least likely to exist. But I have been reading Imagines for some characters from TWD for YEARS! So I started watching the episodes that have been coming on AMC. So I saw the 2 episodes before Carl got bit then Carl getting bit thenmissed the episodes where he dies. Seen most after that. At least out of what they've been playing. So like Negan in a cell, Alpha, Lydia, LOVE Daryl & Dog, love Judith to!
So from what I've seen and been reading for years I've written acouple of imagines for this fandom/show. I Plan on writing even more. Especially once I watching it all lol.
ALAN WALKER IS A KING! his Sri Lankan concert was out of the world!. fell in love with him...
I fond of The Walking Dead! It's a great game. It make you feel a lot of emotions, so... I haven't comments. It's wonderful!
First meeting of Negan and Whisperer!Carl
It was the feeling.
Danger, fear, look in the back from the shadows.
Negan stopped for a second and took a breath. He was so tired but has no right to run away. Lucille in his arms trembled a little. Sweat mixed with the rotten blood of corpses.
That was some kind of a trap, but Negan wasn't sure and the only one thing he took care of was trying to survive and killing some meat puppets. He left his "home" too far and behind this gully he found an untouched building in which it was possible to find supplies. Well, it was a nice try, but all what Negan found was meat puppets and it made him fuckin' angry.
It was something that doesn't hide, but Negan can't see anything around him except meat puppets.
It was something he don't understand.
It was something alive and it scared him so much.
The last thing Negan saw was the bared face of the puppet, and last things he felt were a fetid breath and someone's hands on his shoulders.
***
Dry heat warmed his face. Negan opened his eyes. He felt himself a little bit dizzy and he felt pain in the back of the head. He was lying on the ground, covered by his own jacket. Bonfire quietly crackled, illuminating a small circle of earth from the darkness, two old backpacks, in one of which Negan recognized his own, and a fallen tree.
At first, it seemed to Negan that he was alone here, but then he saw someone else through the yellow-red flames. Negan tensed, nervously trying to find any weapon. Only his baby girl Lucille. The stranger didn't notice his actions. Long tangled hair, forehead wrinkled and ulcered; the dried skin hung from the cheeks with pieces. A meat puppet? No. Negan was surprised to understand that he was mistaken. None of the meat puppets will sit quietly and sit at all, staring at the fire, which most likely made by self. This one was dressed in a huge checked shirt and was sharpening machete.
It was a human who wears meat puppet's skin!
"Who are you?" coughed Negan and tried to sit up.
Man stared at him. Light blue eyes belonged to a living person, not a corpse.
"Who the fuck are you?!" growled Negan. "Answer me you bastard!"
Stranger ignored him.
"Take it off. Take it off and talk to me!" growled Negan again.
His rude order worked. Man put down machete and raised his hand to his face, pulling off the skin. Negan gasped. It was a boy maybe sixteen years old with long brown hair, pale skin and big blue eyes.
"We live without names. They aren't necessary anymore. If you have interest, I'm Omega and nothing more," whispered he. His voice was so quiet that Negan needed to concentrate to hear his words.
"You are just a little kid."
The boy shrugged. The shirt too big for him created the illusion that he was very small and fragile. But Negan knew it was a lie. Calm and emotionless expression, hard and ice-cold look, skillful movements of hands working with a knife. The same danger that Negan felt earlier.
"Yes I am. So what?" raised his eyebrows Omega.
"What the fucking fuck is going on, lil kid? Boy like you must hide behind his daddy's back not act yourself like crazy bastard."
"Walkers are in herd. I'm part of them."
"Nah shit," grimaced Negan. "Why are you wearing that? Is it perversion or your personal kink? I don't know but this shit is sick shit."
"Dead blood can dry. Dead skin and dead hair smell always," whispered Omega. "I'm part of the smell. I'm part of them. I feel myself safe acting like that. Walkers are my guard."
"It's disgusting actually," Negan winced, but can't notice that something in this kid looked familiar. Omega casually put his hand on the machete handle. "Wait. I know the man who calls them walkers."
"So I don't. Please I have water and food for you."
Well, Negan really felt hungry, only because his own supplies had ended yesterday. Man reached out his hand to a pack of jerky meat and a plastic bottle that looked like a treasure for him right now. He froze.
"I don't trust you. How do I know that you will not kill me and don't cut me for another one of these pretty suits?"
"I don't trust you too. The smell of your skin will not work. It is too alive. Go away from my way. You don't understand."
Obviously Omega didn't have the habit of speaking louder than a whisper.
"Go away from your way?" teased Negan. "I'm here because of you. So let's explain."
Kid ignored his words. It was silent between them for couple minutes, and Negan gave himself the opportunity to view him better. He couldn't be sure that Omega was as young as he was made by the warm reddish light of the bonfire. But he saw Omega's plump lips, shadows of his eyelashes on high cheekbones and dark curls. Omega was… intriguing.
"With the sun dawn you must leave. There is no place for you among us."
Omega looked him straight in the eyes, and Negan felt some kind of timidity. It was bad, so his natural reaction was anger.
"Us? Are you not alone with that shit? I mean people not meat puppets?"
"Give me a favor, forget about this meeting and never look for us."
"What? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't know who are you Omega and I don't owe you."
"I saved your life. They could poison your blood. I didn't allow them. You seem like a good person."
"Am I a good person? God you are so wrong kiddo."
Negan looked at him surprisingly. Omega wasn't kidding. He was as honest as Negan could understand.
"You are good person for me, because I don't see evil in your actions."
"Argh, that's all my rules. Wait… Don't tell me you spied on me!"
"A few months ago you and your people were in our territory, killed our man. This should not be allowed. I must learn about you because you are leading them. But I warned you."
Negan laughed. Looks like Omega wasn't that person who couldn't surprise. Unpleasantly surprise. None of the Savior never noticed persecution.
"Fuck okay. But I need favor too."
"What kind of?"
"Tell me your name. I mean your real name and I tell you mine.
"Why? It isn't game."
"Seriously?" rolled his eyes Negan. "I know that kid or Omega. Whatever."
"It's important. I haven't name anymore but if you want it... I don't use it for years... Name's Carl Grimes."
"Holy shit! Son of that bloody bastard Rick Grimes?! Oh my fuckin' God that's insane! He told me you are dead!"
"Be quiet. Carl Grimes is dead. Omega is not."
"Don't you dare. That man is obsessed with you and your destiny. Four years and he remembers every moment of that day."
"His memories are false. I can escape because of dead blood, I can find my new people because of dead bodies. Now Carl is gone because it is payment for Omega's life. I don't have any regrets. You can tell him or you not. I don't care."
Negan clapped his hands and stood up.
"Alright Omega. I'm Negan. Can we meet each other once again?"
"Why?"
"You look like a interesting person."
"We can't but my way and your… They can cross. And Negan… You must act quickly because for this moment I'm not part of the herd. Walkers can smell us. You need to go now. Your car is on the road two miles north."
"My car?" raised his eyebrows Negan and patted his pockets for keys. "I don't have any cars."
"Well, my car for you as my food and my water for you."
"Jesus it's weird. I'm stranger for you why are you so nice to me?
"What?"
"Uhm I think you must be pissed off. I'm the reason of Rick's problem. I mean it was so many bad things between us. Violence, death, betrayal. You know about that?
"I know and I repeat I don't care. It's only your and Rick's business."
Well, it was very strange and felt differently than Negan must feel this thin and pale boy. The End of the World have changed people, Negan changed himself and forced everyone around him too, but how could Carl Grimes destroy his personality and become Omega, whose only difference from a corpse was a living brain? Fuckin' weirdo.
"Was it some kind of brainwash? Omega you are living person not some kind of the rotten piece of meat."
"If you say so."
"Fuck alright!"
Omega looked at him intently, as if he will judge him. Negan didn't like it. Usually he was the person who evaluate people.
"Good luck or I need to say "Don't be killed?"
"Good luck is enough, I guess. And kid… I keep it secret."
Negan wanted to reach hand out to ruffle Omega's hair but warning glance stopped him. He smirked.
"Okay sweetie. Don't frow, it doesn't fit you."
It was his last words. Then he left. When he turned for the last time, he didn't even see the smoke from the bonfire. Negan shivered. He wasn't even sure that Omega was real.
Michonne Hawthorne and the Grimes kids
The Grimes family hat
Siddiq × The Whisperers
The Walking Dead
"Enough is enough
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
'Cause if my heart can't stop it, I'll find a way to block it, I go"
I love how people in TWD have different names they call the zombies. Skin-eaters is a cool one but walkers is definitely the best.