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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months

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Oh, I don't even want to know how either Colonel or Young Konig would react to some random dude catcalling their beloved when shopping or going out. But the thought makes me shudder.

I actually feel sorry for this poor soul...

Colonel König has seen and done enough, his days of torturing enemies are mostly over so he would simply opt for intimidation tactics. He doesn't need to get physical with pathetic young fuckers like these unless it is absolutely necessary. It's enough to shut most people up when this tower of pure muscle marches slowly in front of them and stares them down, then tilts its head and asks "...What did you say?" It's enough to send any young punk running, not to talk of making squeaky, stuttering teenagers out of greasy middle-aged men.

Young recruit König however... Well, he doesn't have the patience or necessarily even need to think about his reputation. He could care less about handling the situation with tact and discreet. An opportunity to get a little violent arises? What a lovely, lovely day as they say!

He just pulls out a long fucking knife and approaches this poor dude with an evil grin on his face. The knife is not your usual utility knife or even a large tool, but a black coated combat knife, sturdy and fat and sharp with a saw toothed edge on the back, and the smile on his face is enough to tell anyone that you just catcalled the wrong fucking woman...

It's chilling: people are backing away, someone is screaming, a baby starts crying, shopping carts rattle as people try to get away from the aisle and out of the whole store. There's this vile flash of satisfaction in young recruit's eyes when he gets to make this stupid civilian asshole almost shit himself. And it only spurs him on. You can try and grab his arm and say he'll get you both into trouble, that the clerk is already calling the police, but König doesn't even seem to hear you.

"You want me to carve you a new arschloch? HM??"

That's the moment when the poor man actually whimpers and pisses himself... And König just bursts into his most unhinged hyena laugh :(

#both would force this man to apologize to you #young recruit might even make him grovel at your feet #he would sooo want to degrade this man for what he did to you #the “funny” part?#at home he whistles at the sight of you all the time :(#double trouble au #2 königs 1 reader

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amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes · 7 years

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Title: Lemonade Truce

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing and publishing a fic for the public and omg am I sweating bullets lol. Writing for Ash’s 2K writing challenge and this is story #1. Kinda fun to write and I must have changed it like 10 times.

Words: 1,751

Prompt: Lemonade

Characters: OC and basically everyone from the episode “Sign Me a Song.” I sort of combined the episode with the comic counterpart because some stuff happens in the comic that I wished they’d include in the show.

Warning: Mention of violence. A little angst with some fluff at the end. Negan’s and OCs naughty language.

Tagging: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network

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The sound of Mark’s scream filled the air and you just knew the glass in the building would shatter. The smell of burning flesh filled your nose and your stomach flipped. You swallowed hard to keep the bile down as the screams died down only to be replaced by the chilling sound of sizzling flesh.

“That wasn’t so bad. Pussy passed out.” Negan announced, swinging the iron in his gloved right hand rather carelessly. Amber clung to Sherry as tears streamed down her face. Sherry gently caressed the younger woman’s head as the other wives pressed closer to her in an effort to comfort her. You however, stood slightly apart from them and tried not to make eye contact with any of the women or the man holding the iron.

Your group had been overwhelmed by the Saviours and Negan had given your leader a choice: work for him or die. The leader at first denied Negan’s terms, thinking it was a bluff and tried to resist. That is, until the killing started. It took four of your friends to meet Negan’s prized bat Lucille before your leader caved and began to grovel at Negan’s feet. You and a few others in your group hated the fact that the leader stopped the campaign to fight back but there was nothing your group could do. And as a measure of good faith, your leader offered three group members to go with Negan. That seriously didn’t sit well. One woman and two men.

Negan was more than pleased to have a woman come along and made sure you were aware just how pleased he was. He had asked you to marry him the first day you got there and went on to describe in graphic detail every dirty thing he wanted to do with you. It took every fiber of your being not to slap him. You declined through gritted teeth and you suppose as some sort of punishment, he made you wait hand and foot on his “wives”. At first you hated it and hated them. They didn’t actually do anything to you, it was the simple fact that you were there against your will. Negan had made a grand announcement that you were there to do “What-fucking-ever they wanted. And hopefully change your mind about being a wife” and you instantly felt the rage in you swell. The wives didn’t ask for much and after time, your hate towards them quelled even though you didn’t really speak to them. Hell, you even began to feel sorry for them.

And now more than ever did you feel sorry for them. Especially for Amber. You knew how she felt about Mark. Everyone kinda knew. That’s what got them in trouble in the first place. But you couldn’t fault either of them if you were being honest. Love was a rare thing to find in this day and age and to watch the one you love get hurt so, it was disgusting. You couldn’t help the glare of hatred aimed at Negan as he began to talk to the young, new, long-haired boy at his side.

“Clean this shit up.” Negan murmured to a guy in a dirty white jumpsuit. He had also been taken, you had heard, and forced to work. You shook your head and returned your glare. Negan turned to say something to Amber and noticed you staring. Quickly you looked down, agitation beginning to build. Negan walked up to you and using his height as a method of intimidation, leaned close to speak in a low voice.

“Careful. Careful how you’re looking at me sweetheart or I’ll give you something to look at.” He warned while bringing a hand up tilt your head up to look at him. You forced yourself to soften your eyes and Negan let out an amused laugh. He released you and walked back to the young boy, guiding him upstairs. Once you were sure he was gone, you rolled your eyes crossed your arms over your chest. Aware that probably people were staring at you, you made a point to turn your back to the crowd and turn your attention back to Amber who was now reaching out to Mark as a few people were assisting in carrying his limp body away.

“Mark? I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” Amber sobbed. Dwight quickly stepped forward and grabbed Amber by the wrist.

“Don’t. People will see and not hesitate to turn you in. It’ll only make it worse for him.” Dwight spoke low and quick, his words coming more from experience than anything. You took the opportunity to look at him good and inferred that he must have met the same fate. Sherry took Amber’s hand from Dwight and held it tight.

“Dwight, I’ll take her to-” Sherry started

“Shut up, bitch.” Dwight spat out.

Sherry swallowed hard and opened her mouth to say something but quickly decided against it as hurt clearly played on her face. She gently tugged on the still sobbing woman in her arms and pulled her towards the stairs to the wives quarters. As everyone began to dissipate, you thought about what you could do to make Amber feel better. You didn’t care for the wives but no one deserved that. Biting your lower lip, you looked up at Dwight who was watching the new recruit mop the floor. You wanted to ask what that little outburst was about but decided to table it for later.

You wandered the first floor as your mind went into overdrive thinking about what you could do to cheer the women up. In your aimless wandering, you ended up in the kitchen and looked around. Maybe food? Nah, they weren’t really the snacking type. Besides, Negan tended to make fun of people who had a little jiggle to them which pissed you off even more. Scanning through the cabinets, you came across a little yellow canister of light yellow powder. Grabbing the canister, you shook it to see if anything was inside it. The light rattle of the power let you know that it was enough to make what you wanted. Opening the canister, you let the lemon scent drift to your nose and you took a deep breath.

“What are you doing?” a voice asked behind you almost making you drop the container. You turned on your heels to see Dwight watching you with suspension. You sighed and put the canister down before you dropped it and waste the power everywhere.

“I’m going to make lemonade for the girls.” you answered as you found a clean pitcher and reached for the sugar. You began to combine the ingredients in the pitcher and looked for a spoon to stir. Dwight watched your every move, not really sure what to make out of it.

“Did you poison it?”

“What the actual fuck Dwight?! You just saw me make it! Are you kidding me right now?!” you exploded, slamming the spoon down on the counter. Now you were mad. No, now you were livid. Did he really just say that? How could he even think that?! Dwight just shrugged and wrote off your anger.

“Just a question, calm down. Can I get a glass?”

You blinked at him for a few seconds before continuing to work on your project. These damn weird ass people. The hatred of your current situation grew to a new level and you had to steady your hands to keep from shaking. Once you were sure that the lemonade mixture was fully combined, you searched a nearby cabinet for a tray and the adjacent one for glasses. Dwight licked his lips as he watched you pour his cup of lemonade. You slid him the glass slowly and watched him gulp down the liquid. You rolled your eyes and secretly wished you had poisoned it. You sighed again and loaded the tray with the pitcher of lemonade and the glasses. Picking up the tray to leave, Dwight sat his glass down with a soft clank and stopped you.

“That was really good. Thanks for that. They’ll like it. You’re nice.” Dwight spoke low before walking out the room. You smiled to yourself and shook your head. Dwight wouldn’t think you were so nice if he knew you’d mentally killed him.

Making your way to the wives quarters, you could hear Amber still sobbing down the hall and the soft chatter of the other wives. Cringing, you steadied yourself and walked into the room. As soon as the women looked up and saw you standing there with the tray, all speaking stopped. Immediately you kicked yourself for trying to be nice. You stepped further into the room and sat the tray down on the nearest table. No one spoke as you began to pour the first glass and walk it over to Amber.

“Here, it’s lemonade. Thought it may make you feel better. I don’t know.” you rushed, shoving the glass in her hand with a shrug. Amber gazed up at you with red, puffy eyes and looked at the glass. She blinked back up at you and looked at the glass again before sitting it on the floor. You frowned and were about to voice your displeasure for her rudeness before Amber jumped up and embraced you in a hug that nearly knocked you off your feet. Stumbling backwards, you let out a squeak of surprise as the blonde woman squeezed you with all her might.

“Thank you so much.” Amber chocked into your chest. You sighed and patted the woman on her head, your anger melting away. From behind, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and then another and another until the wives were all embracing you and Amber in a hug. After a few minutes, you began to feel uncomfortable with the show of affection and began to wiggle in the women’s embraces. Sherry was the first to release you and the others followed shortly after. You poured each of them a glass and turned towards the door.

As you headed back to the kitchen, you allowed a smile to form on your face as you remember the hug. You hadn’t allowed yourself to get close to anyone since the world went to shit and honestly that was nice.

“And all over some damn lemonade.” you laughed while shaking your head. As you cleaned up, you didn’t notice Dwight standing in the doorway watching you with a curious expression.

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