HIRAETH ˎˊ˗

lemonade

❝sweet as lemonade.❞
— negan.

[ + negan pov ]

Leadership has always been my area of expertise, but I'd be a liar if I didn't admit to the following – I've never claimed to be a saint, but dishonesty just pinches my knickers in an uncomfortable manner.

Sometimes, new groups of people unsettle me.

The noise new personalities bring in usually all sound weak, their bargain to be kept alive sometimes humorous, but more often than not –

pathetic.

But every now and then, there's a diamond in the rough inside every new group and that can make it hard for me to – think.

A new group in the Sanctuary always means one of two things:

1) I'll have the time of my life scaring
new fuckers who are fun to watch unwind,

or

2) I'll still have a blast nit picking new brains,
but come up short handed when that
one special person in a group
proves to be defiant,
D I F F E R E N T.

Rick's group contained a bunch of pussies. Yet, for every weak minded individual, there was also a balance of fearless spirits in that unit.

All of them were scared shitless,

and still,

they fought.

Even after I gleefully crushed their spirits by literally smashing in the heads of some of their beloved members, those fuckers still held onto a glimmer of hope.

And I'll tell you what

–— nothing is more arousing for me ,
then to keep knocking a rival out.

To keep gnawing at, to keep having to try to break someone down, that's my favorite kind of challenge because the satisfaction that comes after victory is unlike no other feeling in the world.

With the most recent group brought in, my mind's been left a bit

— scattered.

At one point last night, fear lived inside every new freshly brought in victim. Jeremy and Bellamy proved to have more balls than some of the little bitches on my compound when they took down not one, but four of my men.

They unleashed war all within the span of the night they were brought in.

STRIKE ONE was when they brought
down the first two of my men who
tried taking them up to the tower with Simon.

STRIKE TWO was when
even partially unconscious,
they knocked all of my
men down at the tower.

STRIKE THREE was when
just minutes after
being thrown into the
cell compound where the
rowdiest criminals lay captive,
they sparked Armageddon on purpose.
While the chaos raged,
they managed to escape.

i.
ii.
iii.

Sure, it was only for a few minutes, but still. I have to admit,