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thedeadwalks · 4 years

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My Savior (32)

Summary: Awoken one morning to noises outside, the reader pushes Negan to take a look. Reluctantly he does, only to find it’s not what he expected…

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 625

A/N: Sorry this is so short! I’ve been trying to get back into writing so, let me know what you think or even what you would like to see in future chapters!

Chapter Thirty-Two: Quiet Reassurance

Previous Chapter: Home Run

“Do, do you still love me?” The sound of your voice broke the near-silence in the truck. His eyes met yours instantly, narrowing slightly in confusion. It was a minute or so before he spoke, except it felt like much longer.

“Where’s this coming from?”

You broke eye contact, dropping your gaze to your lap. Fiddling with the zipper of his jacket you bit your tongue, a part of you wishing you hadn’t spoken up. You knew you had to continue, knew that now his curiosity had been peaked you had to explain, so with a shaky, quiet voice you pushed the question.

“I- I just, do you?”

“You fucking know I do.” He replied, almost too calm. “Now tell me what’s wrong? Has someone fucking hurt you? Has one of those fucks said something?”

“No, no it’s nothing”

You felt his lips press into your forehead then, his chin pushing your head up to look at him. The hand that was on your thigh game up to grasp your chin, his eyes searching your face for answers.

“It’s not nothing if it’s worrying you, tell me, Princess”

You took a deep breath, deciding to let everything out in one go.

“It’s just, since everything’s happened, everything’s changed. I’m scared, okay?” Your words were coming out fast, and the worry in you made your voice sound shaky. You couldn’t look at him as you continued, instead looking down at your lap as water began pooling in the corners of your eyes. “I’m scared. It was me and you, just- just me and you and now there’s her and the ginger girl and-“

His hand was at your chin again, pulling your head up to look at him. You couldn’t, keeping your eyes shut as he spoke, the confusion clear in his voice.

“Darling, in the nicest way possible, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“She-Sherry” you blurted out, the tears now beginning to run. You wiped at them with the back of your hand, feeling embarrassment wash over you.

“You think I’d fucking look at her?”

You looked at him then, speechless for a few seconds. Before a switch somewhere in the back of your mind flipped, and you felt anger rising in you.

“She’s been flirting with you since we found them!”

“And have I flirted back?”

The calm tone of his voice should have made you more angry. But it didn’t. Looking at him, you could see he wasn’t lying, you knew he wasn’t. So you hung your head down, tears slowing, before you shook your head, feeling the anger leave you as quickly as it had risen.

“No, ‘cause I don’t give a damn shit about her.” You bit your lip as his words hit you, wiping at your cheeks with your hands. “You know that. I want you, just you”

You pushed yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face against his neck. You felt his arms come around you, squeezing you closer to him. The tears started to slow then, your breathing beginning to even out. You placed several small kisses over his neck, still clinging to him. When you had finally calmed down you spoke.

“I’m sorry. I got scared. I don’t want to be on my own again” you could feel the tears building again as you said those words out loud, and you buried your head back into his neck for comfort.

“You won’t be.” You could feel his hand smoothing over your back, the other wrapped around your waist. It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again, kissing the side of your head before he did so, his voice sounding uncharacteristically quiet. “I need my little girl.”

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Next chapter: Pasta Sauce

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daughterofhecata · 6 years

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Spread some happiness! List 5 things that make you super duper happy, then ask this same question to 10 people in your notifications. 💜🖤😙

Oh, hey!

1. having finished my “scheduled” amount of studying for today

2. playing Assassin’s Creed, in like five minutes, even though I’ll probably start cursing thirty seconds in, because i haven’t played it in months

3. I have a bottle of Guinness right next to me

4. Sebastian Moran

5. music

6. writing, because it’s somewhat working atm

and yes I realize these are 6 instead of 5 but i don’t really care.

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callmeval05 · 2 years

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neganandblake · 4 years

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

[Blake goes to find Negan and tries to figure out why he’s been keeping tings from her?]

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It took Blake ten minutes to find Negan, now walking alone down one of the darkened Sanctuary hallways.

He was bundled up, with a thick navy jacket thrown over his usual leather one, carrying Lucille in one hand, and Blake noted that Mia was absent from the other.

But knowing that the toddler was likely safe somewhere, Blake had far more pressing matters to corner him about.

"Peaches," grinned the dark-haired Saviour, glancing over her shoulder covertly for a moment, checking there was no one else around. "Can I jus' say, you look like one smokin' hot mamma, this afternoon-"

"Don't flirt with me, Negan," Blake snapped, coming to stop a mere breath away from him, looking stern and jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "Why didn't you tell me that people were getting sick, huh?"

Blake saw the smile falter from Negan's face.

"Darlin'-"

"No, Negan, I'm serious. I'm done with you keeping shit like this from me," she said angrily. "We're supposed to be a team here-"

"Yeah I know that," said Negan suddenly frowning himself. "But Carson was handlin' it."

Blake gave an enormous huff at his words, raising her hands in exasperation. "And what happens if this spreads? What if everyone gets sick? What if people start dying, Negan?"

But before the blonde could say another word, Negan had grasped both her wrists stopping her mid-gesture.

"If that shit happens, getting wound up about it ain't gonna help anyone!" he said stopping Blake in her tracks, her visibly calming before him. "We've got a damn doctor here an' that's more than most-"

But Blake shook her blonde head looking forlorn.

"I know but at some point were going to run out of meds and if that happens people won't want to stay here. There's only so loyal they can be when people start dying," she admitted, her shoulders slumping dejectedly. "You just should have told me is all."

Negan gave a long hearty sign, letting go of Blake's wrists.

"Sorry, Doll," the dark-haired Saviour exhaled, running a hand down his visibly exhausted face. "Jus' had a lot of shit on my mind lately and didn' wan' to offload any of that crap on you."

And for the first time today Blake looked at Negan. Really looked at him.

He looked almost a shadow of the man he had been just a few weeks ago.

Heavy purple bags lay beneath his eyes and Blake was almost certain his hair was flecked with a little more grey than normal.

His shoulders rolled forward and he looked strained. Like everything at the moment was really taking a hard toll on him.

"Negan, I'm here to help. Offload all you want," Blake said with a small shake of her head. "If I can't help, I won't, simple as that."

Negan gave a hefty sigh.

"I know Darl'. I guess I jus' didn' think that layin' all that shit on a pregnant gal was the gentlemanly thing to do."

Blake smirked at his response, one of her slender eyebrows raising up into her hairline.

"Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?" she teased, licking her lips.

At her words Negan seemed to relax a little, lifting his chin and grinning back at her.

There it was. That spark back within his gaze again.

"So where'd you ditch Mia this time?" Blake pressed as the pair soon fell into step with one another, making their way back toward the large dining hall, as Blake slipped her hand easily into his.

Negan gave a huff.

"With Frankie," he replied, gesturing before him with the hand now carrying Lucille. "Kid was fine one minute, an' the next, all hell breaks loose. She jus' starts bawlin' for no damn reason!"

Blake offered him a bemused look.

"Must have been a reason," the blonde poked. "I swear if you've been telling her any more of your stories-"

The dark-haired man certainly was keen on telling Mia all sorts of gory, boastful stories about his rise to the top during their walks. Never in Blake's presence of course, as he knew full well his balls would be on the line. But of course, every time Mia had nightmares about "monshters", the blonde was very aware it was likely down to Negan these days.

"Wasn' me, Darlin'!" Negan said loudly, leaning back on his legs as he looked at her. "Kid's been outta sorts all mornin'. Huffin' at me one minute like I wronged her in some fuckin' way. Then the next minute its all tears and wailin'. Kinda like her Mom-OUCH!-"

Negan winced as Blake dug him in the side of the ribs with her elbow.

"-alright, alright, cool it, Peaches, I was jus' kiddin' around."

But the blonde looked up to see the dark-haired fiend grinning back at her, and so gripping his hand ever-tighter, the tall pair headed around the corner, leaving the cold hallway behind them silent and empty once more.

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Just a short little chapter to tide you over! Hope that was ok!

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thewalkingdead-imagines · 5 years

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Last Line - WIP Tag

Thank you so much for the tag!! @baseballbitch116 He didn’t seem all too excited about the feast as well, nor about the pear of people that was standing on his side of the balcony, chattering loudly about a whirlwind of topics, including the wedding. You couldn’t blame him, actually, you did the complete opposite, his disinterest in them and the feast made him more likable than anyone inside this castle.

I know, it’s a bit more than the last line but I thought I could introduce you this way to a story I’m working on. It’s gonna be a medieval(-ish) AU 3-parter, my first series/miniseries where all parts are already planned out. Because of this I’m also gonna write 2 of 3 parts before posting them, to make sure that there is just a very small time span between posting each. I hope you’re as excited about this as I am, so keep your eyes on this blog, I will sure try to start posting this story as soon as I can!

I’ve already seen a couple people doing this but got no idea who’s exactly already been tagged, so I’m just gonna go ahead and tag these great blogs: @twdsunshine @pseudonymfox @genevievedarcygrangerwriting @thedeadwalks @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

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the-citrus-scale · 5 years

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The Walking Dead Issue

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blackleatherjacketz · 5 years

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Blackleatherjacketz’ Anniversary Writing Challenge

Hey there friends! I’ve been writing fan fiction for two years now, and in order to celebrate I’m going to host my first writing challenge!

1. You can write for any fandom I’m involved in (The Walking Dead, The Punisher, Marvel’s Cinematic Universe, Hannibal, Brooklyn 99, The Good Place or even Star Trek!), although you probably know who my favorites are by now.

2. You can write for any character(s) in the fandom including canon ships, rare pairs, reader inserts, original characters, or even crossovers if you want!

3. You can write any genre (fluff, angst, smut, etc.), just no rape or non/con!

4. You must include trigger warnings and/or citrus scales at the beginning of the fic along with a word count.

5. If your fic is over 500 words, please include a “Keep Reading” line.

6. No incest or pedophilia, please.

7. Send me an Ask with the Character/Fandom/Prompt you’d like to write for.

8. Follow me and tag @blackleatherjacketz in your fic so I can reblog it and include it in a final master post!

9. Use the tag #blackleatherjacketzwritingchallenge

10. Deadline is April 15, same day as your taxes :)

11. Reblog this and share with your friends. I’d love to meet new writers.

12. Have fun, and feel free to message me at any time!

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Situational Prompts:

An Unexpected Union

Today at the Amusement Park

A Romantic Scene in an Unromantic Place @annablack1102

A Much Needed Vacation

Having the Boss Over for Dinner @genevievedarcygranger

A Strange Proposition From a Stranger @rasa1945

Picking Up a Hitchhiker @chuckyegg7

Amnesia @onlydarylnormanfic

The Main Character Wakes Up Missing One of the Five Senses

A Spy on the Job

A Famous Fictional Character in the Wrong Story

Enemies to Lovers

Time Travel @sloth-lady-s

A Deal With the Devil

Caught in the Rain

Blast From The Past

Stranded on a Desert Island

Snowed In

Dialogue Prompts:

“You did what?”

“This isn’t fair!”

“You make me feel... things.”

“Can we just get this over with?” @sweetcannolicarisi

“That looks nice on you.” @negansdirtygirl22

“That was your choice, not mine.” @sexykitty96

“What are we going to do?”

“Scoot over.”

“You’re mine.” @rasa1945

“I want to hear you say it.” @acutecupidity

“I tried.”

“It’s over.”

“This isn’t what I expected.” Me

“But you promised!” @jewelswrites-ish

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noodlecupcakes · 5 years

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Happy Fucking Valentines Day (Negan Fic Exchange 2.0 hosted by Annablack1102)

My prompt was ‘What the fuck?’ and this is for @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 (can't tag her for some reason)

I realize this isn't quite OC or reader like in the rules but this idea was just too good to pass up so sorry, please forgive me

Lucille’s P.O.V

I glanced at the clock for the tenth time this evening. He was two hours late home. He’d told me this morning he’d be home around five. It was now seven. Dinner was cold, and it seemed like I’d wasted my time in trying to make a nice fucking dinner for him. On Valentine’s day too. Way too go Negan. He hadn’t bothered to answer my calls or texts. This was officially the worst Valentine’s day. And not just because he was two hours late home. The drive to work wasent that long and even if traffic were bad he would have been half an hour at the most. He normally didn’t have paperwork on Wednesdays, so he couldn’t use that excuse. It didn’t take a genius to work out why he was so late. And this wasn’t the first time either.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Fuck him. I got up from the table and cut myself a portion of lasagne to put in the microwave. I set the timer and leant against the kitchen counter, waiting for it to heat up. It was then that I heard the familiar sound of his key in the lock. Now he shows up. And this time I was done being the stupid blind wife. Negan came in with an apologetic look on his face. “I know I’m an asshole for being this late, on Valentines day too,” he spoke. He met my gaze, he knew this time sorry wasn’t quite going to cut it. I waited for his excuse, what lie was he going to tell me this time? “There was a lot of paperwork and then my car wouldn’t start so I had to call someone out to take a look at it,” Negan explained.

I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms over my chest. Really? This was by far his worst excuse to date. “Then why didn’t you answer my calls or texts?” I asked. “My phone died.” All of this was seeming more and more convenient. “And nobody had a phone you could borrow?” I continued. “I know how it sounds sweetheart, I’m sorry. I really am. You know I’ll make it up to you.” I knew there was one thing that would definitely confirm my suspicions. I stepped closer to him, holding him at arm’s length. I could already smell the fucking perfume on him, cheap perfume too. One that only a fucking student could afford.

I slapped him hard. I wanted to keep hitting him, I wanted to scream at him. How fucking dare he?! He looked hurt and confused. “You fucking cheating asshole!” I spat. “Whoa, what the fuck? Cheating? Where the fuck did that come from?” “Please have some fucking decency and don’t continue to lie to my fucking face! I know its been going on for months now, I guess I just didn’t want to believe it at first, but now I guess I have no choice. Two hours late home to your fucking wife on Valentines day because you were too busy fucking a student! Your disgusting!” Negan sighed, looking defeated. At this point tears were rolling down my cheeks and I felt like pulling my hair out, screaming, throwing something, stamping my feet. Something to express the rage I currently felt towards my husband.

Till death do us do part my fucking ass. This asshole fucking cheats on me and is now going to outlive me, it just wasn't fucking fair. Negan tried to hold my hands in his, but I snatched them away. “I never meant for it to go on as long as it did,” he explained. “That’s supposed to make feel better?” “There's nothing I can do or say right now that will make this better or fix this. I know that. I’m sorry Lucille.” Was this because I wasn’t good enough? I wasn’t young enough anymore, wasn’t pretty enough or as adventurous in the bedroom? Was this because I couldn’t give him a fucking baby like we’d wanted so bad?

“I guess that you’ve told me your news, I should tell you mine. Seems only fair right?” I spoke. If it were possible Negan looked even more panicked at my words. What other bomb could possibly go off tonight? “I had an appointment at the hospital today. I did mention it to you before you left this morning but I’m guessing you had more important things on your mind,” I snapped. He remained silent, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, trying to not sound weak. “T-turns out I’ve got cancer. And I'm already at stage three, which pretty much means I’m fucked,” I managed, my voice wavering and cracking.

Negan looked at me like his world had come crashing down around him. I guess it had in a way. His eyes filled with tears, unsure what to say or do. What could he do with this situation? His stupid affair was no longer a secret and his wife was now dying. Two for the price of one. At a time like this we should be comforting each other, but I didn't want him to even try to touch me. “I don't know what to say that'll make this better,” he spoke softly. “There's nothing you can say, for once. There's nothing I can say. This situation fucked.” “That’s one way of putting it.”

I looked him dead in the eye. I didn't want to be mad at him forever and I didnt have the time to hold it against him or make him grovel and beg. I didn't want to spend what time I had left feeling angry and bitter. We would have to move past this eventually. “I don't want to talk about it tonight but tomorrow I want you to tell me everything. I want you to promise me right fucking now that this affair shit is done with. You'll call it off with her tonight,” I said as calmly as I could. He nodded in agreement, not trying to worm his way out of it or put it off. He knew it was the right thing to do. If he wanted me to start forgiving him.

“I'll take the couch,” he spoke. “That’s probably a good idea.” I took my dinner out of the microwave, that had finished heating up ages ago. I'd have it upstairs in bed, he could do whatever so long as that affair ended tonight. “Happy fucking Valentine’s day Negan,” I spoke. He slightly smiled at this, finding a little humour in my sentence, “happy Valentines day.”

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stevie-cyco · 4 years

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vjonathanalonso · 6 years

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neganandblake · 5 years

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hands, Peaches... Chapter 207 - Worry

Chapter 207 - Worry

[With a broken generator, Blake, Negan and the Saviours know they have a hard winter ahead.]

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Blake paled, clutching Mia tighter to her hip, as she stood up straight, moving quickly over to where Negan stood.

Their generator was broken and by the looks of it, the rest of their winter was going to be hard. Without power, heat or hot water the survival of the Sanctuary residents was going to be difficult, Blake knew that.

Since Eugene's stark announcement a murmur of voices was already steadily growing around them as lieutenants all shuffled about exchanging anxious look with one another.

She knew that once this got out to the other Saviours, the workers, the families, there was going to be nothing that could stop the ugly rumours and the worrying.

Blake knew she needed to help. Her position of power here at the Sanctuary had to mean something.

"We'll be fine," she said suddenly, in a loud voice, gazing around, not at Negan, but at everyone else standing in the bleak room. "It's gonna be hard, but we'll make it all work."

Everyone fell silent, looking to Blake now, Negan included, staring at her like she was the most precious thing to him, before giving a hard sniff and leaning back on his long legs, addressing the crowd too.

"Peaches here is right," he barked. "This shit is gonna be hard, but we are the Saviours. And we need to keep doin' what we've always done. We man the fuck up, we deal, and we come out the strong motherfuckers we always come out as."

Blake was almost certain she'd heard this speech before, but it of course was enough to sate the murmurs of the crowd all around them

"So, Eugene," Negan uttered again, taking a looming step into the portly man who was still stood before them in his long black coat. "You up for sharing exactly what it is we're lookin' for out there with Simon, Arat an' the boys?"

"I am," replied Eugene with a prompt nod.

"Alright then," said Negan gruffly. "The rest of you I want out there fetchin' supplies, blankets, coats, all of that shit. Oh an' some of you need to start boardin' up soma' those broken windows. Get this place sealed up."

The crowd all shuffled, nodding again at the dark-haired man.

"Well then alright, lets get the fuck to it before we all start freezin' our balls off in here," he commanded, gesturing with his hand for them to go.

And go they did, the rest of the room clearing away before their eyes

Blake remained by Negan's side, peering up at him as the last couple of people filtered out of the room.

"People are gonna get sick," Blake said in a worried voice.

Negan gave a sigh, dragging a hand down his tired-looking face. "I know, Darlin'."

He didn't say anything further and neither did Blake, for right now both adults knew just how all this was going to go down. Winter was harsh and even with Carson here, the likelihood of sickness was bound to rise. And with the Saviours living in such close proximity to one another, something like that was bound to spread quickly.

Mia in Blake's arms gave a whine, as the blonde shushed her gently again, pressing her lips to the tops of the toddler's dusty hair.

"I cowld," the baby girl murmured, turning her face towards Negan and chewing on her little fist.

Negan gave another huff at this, reaching over and smoothing his large hand over Mia's soft hair.

"You an' her need to get somewhere warm, Peaches," he said seriously. "It's gonna be dark before we know it an' I don' wan' the pair of you traipsin' up an' down those stairs after sundown."

"I need to go see the workers first. They're going to be panicking-" began Blake, but Negan cut her off sternly.

"No, Peaches. An' I mean it this time," said Negan standing up straight and glaring down at her, his dark eyes burning with love and concern for her. "You can go see them an' settle their damn nerves tomorrow, but tonight I need you to go back to our room an' stay warm. We clear?"

Blake knew that she would normally have scoffed at Negan's commands, but right now, maybe it was to do with the small life she had growing inside her, but she didn't really feel like arguing.

So much to Negan's obvious surprise, Blake closed her mouth, giving a nod in return and replying.

"Ok. Just for tonight."

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By the time Negan strolled in through the door to his and Blake's room a few hours later, looking harassed, the temperature had dropped at least four or five degrees.

Normally, Blake suspected that she wouldn't have noticed the slight drop in temperature as darkness fell. But now, she could feel the icy wind that seemed to blast out from beneath the doors, creeping into the bones of, likely, every person in the Sanctuary.

Mia was already tucked up in their king size bed asleep, with an extra fleecy blanket thrown over the covers just in case.

Blake knew that she was lucky. Being with Negan meant that they had an abundance of everything up here. A gas lamp, extra blankets, winter clothes in her and Mia's closet…

Blake knew that she and the toddler would be safe and looked after no matter what, but it was the others at the Sanctuary she was concerned about. Those who worked for points. Those who toiled hard to earn just a small portion of what she had had given to her.

The blonde woman, who was sat on one of Negan's large leather couches, legs tucked up beneath her staring out at the darkened sky though the window, turned to look at the dark-haired man as he entered their room.

"How is everyone?" she asked in a quiet voice, as Negan tossed Lucille down onto the sideboard and glanced over at Mia sleeping soundly in their bed.

"Cold….and pretty goddamn nervous," he sighed, running hand down his exhausted-looking features.

Blake chewed on her lip as Negan moved over and slumped down into the seat beside her on the couch.

"It's only gonna get worse," Blake mused in a quiet tone as Negan looked her way.

He was silent for a long moment, sighing again.

"C'mere," he finally murmured placing an arm around Blake's shoulders and tugging her body close to his.

The blonde cuddled herself into him, tucking her face into Negan's tanned neck.

She didn't want to think about what would happen if a part for the generator wasn't found. Could they survive the winter? Longer even than that?

What would happen if the place eventually became uninhabitable?

There were now hundreds of Saviours. Where would they find a place with heat and power big enough to house them all?

But that wasn't the only thing worrying Blake and she knew it had likely crossed Negan's mind too.

What if the other camps- Alexandria, the Hilltop and the Kingdom, found out about this? It would certainly mean that the Sanctuary's defences would be down and it could be seen as an easy target.

All Blake knew now, was that they all needed to stick together.

They all needed to survive, to stay strong, just like Negan had said.

For if they didn't, Blake knew that this could be the end to the Sanctuary as they knew it.

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