𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄
⎯ Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars.
The Walking Dead. [ S3 ⎯ S8 ]
Carl Grimes x Fem!Oc
K4REVSREID- / 2020
Book One / A Work In Progress
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AFTER NEGAN GOT HIS ASS SLAPPED AGAIN BY OLIVIA THIS TIME AND THEN MET JUDITH, HE DECIDED TO PREPARE DINNER. Daphne stood beside Negan, eyeballing him and looked over at Carl, rolling some dough as Negan prepared the sauce for spaghetti.
"Ah. Damn, that smells good. Mmm! Either of you want a taste?" Negan questions, looking at Daphne and Carl. "Okay. Dinner's almost ready." Negan says as Olivia walks in, already getting to making the lemonade Negan wanted.
Negan sat at the table and Daphne grabbed the plates and forks and began to go and set up the table. She set herself, Carl and Negan a plate, Olivia said she wasn't eating. Negan clicked his tongue and "We're gonna need another setting." Daphne sighs and rolls her eyes getting another setting.
Dinner had been finished and everyone sat in utter silence. Negan sat at the edge while Carl and Daphne sat on one side. Everyone was quiet until Negan spoke up. "I'm not waiting for your dad anymore. I don't know where the hell he is, but Lucille..." He placed his bat on a seat. "...is hungry." Negan looked over at Daphne.
"Daphne, pass the rolls..." Daphne stares daggers at the man and just stared at him and Negan had to admit, it scared him just a little bit, though. "Please." Negan said and Daphne sighed.
Well, since you said 'please'. Daphne thought and grabbed the rolls and handed them to him.
While the awkward dinner went on, Debbie sat in her bedroom and watched the Saviors closely down the street. Michael looked over at his daughter and stopped as he had been passing by her room.
"Deb," Michael began and Debbie looks at her father. "They'll be gone soon." Debbie scoffed softly and shook her head. "No, they won't. They'll never be gone. We're stuck like this forever." She told.
"Debbie—"
"You said it was like torture," Debbie looked up at her father. "Watching him... beat them to death. How are we ever supposed to be okay if we're working with serial killers?"
Debbie looked down below as two of them stood in front of her house. She had hated what had happened. She hated seeing her dad the way he was acting. She wanted everything to go back to before.
"Debbie, I know it's hard right now, but we just gotta hope that—"
"Screw hope!" Debbie shouted. "I want those sons of bitches dead. All of them. I hate that they made you feel like that. Like you were hopeless. And I never wanna feel that way or anybody else to feel that way... ever."
