Lucille Morgan - The Walking Dead Comic Series.

Negan: Former Husband.
"You're off your game. Ninjas... Don't use broadswords. " —Lucille to Negan.

Killed By

Cancer (Alive).
Jeremy: Zombified (Off-Panel).

Here's Negan - Comic Series: Part 1 through 5.

Virginia, not much is known about Lucille's life before the outbreak started other than she was married to the walking deads main antagonist, Negan and that she was diagnosed with cancer. Though it is clear Negan deeply cared for her, it was revealed in the comic series and even in the show that he was cheating on her. Lucille knew of his disloyalty, but stuck by him simply because it was clear she loved him more than he loved her. When she was diagnosed with cancer, Negan cuts ties with his mistress in an attempt to apologize to Lucille. Negan stayed with her from the beginning to the end of her treatments, but ultimately she succumbs to the disease and passes away. After she had passed on, she turned into a walker and despite his efforts, Negan is unable to put her down. A boy he had met in the hospital had been requested by Negan to do it for him and though he was hesitant, Jeremy agreed and put Lucille down with a fire extinguisher.

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Lucille Harper - The Walking Dead TV Series, AU

Name: Lucille Harper (Married Name: Morgan)
Gender: Female
Age: Early 50s
Ethnicity: Caucasian-American
Presummed Cause of Death: Cancer
Status: Alive (AU), Deceased (Canon)
Occupation: Former high-school chemistry teacher, Current leader of the Roanoke community.
A town where many came but never really stayed for long, a place where you could settle down and raise a family if you so chose to. Sometime in the 1960's a couple introduced their little girl into the world, Lucille (meaning light) who from an early age was that of a sweetheart, she hardly woke her parents up in the middle of the night and from a young age would even make herself breakfast if her father was at work and her mother was over tired from the previous days events, though she had no siblings Lucille was never selfish or bratty like most single children are, no she loved her parents and was brought up in a loving home where manners and morals were firmly set in place. Lucille loved children ever since she could remember and always told her mother she would be exactly like her when she had children of her own, she would babysit for the neighbors and overtime decided she wanted to be a teacher. When she was sixteen she was on top of her school work, making the most of her time in school and really buckling down so she could have the best education to make not only her parents but most importantly, herself proud of her accomplishments. As soon as she had graduated and was out on her own, Lucille began studying to become a teacher, she began working at an Elementary school as a second grade teacher and loved every single second of it, it fulfilled the need she had been longing to accomplish but that only lasted so long. When she was twenty after three years working with younger children, Lucille studied to become a Chemistry teacher, soon landing a job in Ocean Lake High-school, from there she delved into teaching and made a good group of friends, one being a fellow English teacher named Laura, a woman who was just as in love with teaching as she was. Laura and Lucille grew close and eventually became best friends. In her second year of teaching Lucille met Negan another teacher who taught gym.
The two hit it off straight away and began dating in secret as it was against the schools ethics code for teachers to date. Five years later and the two were engaged to be married with in the following few months, soon enough they tied the knot and worked well side by side as a couple and though Lucille was on top of her game in her department and heading for a promotion, Negan was sinking lower and lower and gaining more and more complaints from parents claiming he was abusing and insulting their children where he also gained a strong penchant for profanity and a crude sense of humor. Regardless of all this, Lucille stood beside her husband and picked him up when he was beaten down. Over time however, Negan's behavior began to irk Lucille and despite her efforts to sway his attitude toward his students, the once happy and in love pair soon began to drift apart. It was only five years into their marriage when Negan gradually became unfaithful towards her, constantly lying and even engaging in an affair with none other than Lucille's now former best friend Laura. Lucille knew Negan deeply cared for her and despite cheating on her and her obvious knowledge of it happening she stuck by him.
It was around her thirty third birthday Lucille collapsed after having yet another argument with Negan over his behavior toward his students, having phone calls from parents who were less than pleased with his continuous behavior. Negan rushed his wife to the hospital and it was from there, the two were informed she was in the late stages of cancer, upon learning of his wife's illness, Negan cuts ties with Laura in an attempt to apologize to Lucille and for a brief moment in time, the two seemed to be okay once again. Negan stayed beside his wife from the beginning to the end of her treatments. However it seemed as though she was only getting worse and within the next five years, Negan ultimately chose to leave his wife's side albeit reluctantly.
Losing touch with reality, being in and out of consciousness for the next five years, Lucille was none the wiser to the impending doom which came in the form the apocalypse, she had heard news reports but chopped it up to her illness making her hear things, ultimately she chose not to take them seriously, with Negan gone thinking his wife was dead, beaten to death with a fire extinguisher by a fellow hospital resident visiting his mother who had ultimately passed and turned, Lucille woke up. Disoriented and confused, she had pulled the tube that kept her breathing and fed, out from her mouth and began to pulled the wires from her body, stumbling into the machine's around her, she hadn't noticed the snarling coming from outside her room which had been blocked with a chair to stop anything or anyone getting in and harming her. Peering out the window, Lucille took several steps back after seeming the wreckage and carnage that had ultimately consumed the outside world, it couldn't be real there was no way. Grabbing the remote from the bedside table, she turned the TV on and flipped through the stations, nothing but static showed on every channel she flipped through, all except one, channel eleven which was showing repeats of the news reports.
"The end of the world has come, the dead are rising and attacking the living, please if there are any survivors we urge you to stay indoors and prepare yourselves, stay armed and stay alive. This is not a hoax, if you're able make your way to the border and evacuate the city. Be safe, and may god have mercy on the rest of you." This was repeated several times, Lucille sat on the edge of her bed, head in her hands until the banging at her door began, standing up, she armed herself with the pole of a broken machine, the door eventually gave way and about five or so patients and doctors all now rotting and disfigured were charging at her. With the little strength she had, Lucille began to fight for her life but it seemed nothing she did worked and they continued to come at her, swinging the end of the pole at one of them and bashing in their cranium, she watched as it slumped forward and fell to the ground though still crawled toward her, raising the pole above her head, she struck it again and watched as it became lifeless. With the other four still coming at her, she moved toward the bathroom while still aiming the end of the broken pole at their heads, one by one she managed to get a head shot and watched as they crumpled to the ground at her feet. Now cornered in the bathroom. she had forced herself to calm down, searching the bathroom for anything she could use, medical supplies, weapons anything to help her get out of the room. Finding a few bandages, aspirin, disinfectant, scissors and a broken piece of glass.
it wasn't a lot but it would do her until she got out of the hospital and outside. Once she was out in the open. Lucille had found the body of what seemed like a visitor in a car slumped over the wheel and strapped into the seat. As she went to reached over to undo the belt, she had jumped back when the thing began to stir. Lucille was quick to ram the broken glass into it's temple and watched as it ceased in movement once again, now undoing the belt and letting the body fall from the car seat, she checked the backseats to be sure no other dead thing was inside and got in, the car stalled the second she tried to start it, and again and one more time, thinking she wouldn't get the car working Lucille had slammed her fist down on the steering wheel and thankfully it roared to life, unfortunately that caught the attention of a small horde gathered near the entrance and were now coming toward her. Lucille revved the engine and floored it toward the opening, blood splattered across the windshield coupled with puss and torn pieces of flesh that had stuck to the windshield blades. Looking in the rear view mirror, she had noticed the opening of the hospital now flooded with the dead stumbling out and roaming around the parking lot.
Lucille drove as fast as she could toward the border and had taken in the destruction of the city around her, her heart broke as she thought of all the people who had perished and lost their ways, Negan being one to strike her mind and had her fighting back tears as she wondered what the hell had happened to her husband. Looking at the wedding ring on her finger, she had clenched her hands around the wheel and drove faster toward the check point. Once she had arrived the border was deserted, dead lay everywhere and now with no hope and no idea how to survive, Lucille for the first time since she woke was an absolute mess. She had decided to haul up in one of the outposts, barricading the door with a chair and sleeping on the floor. Her car was parked directly outside and she kept the keys in her back pocket, making sure she kept herself alert even in her unconscious state of mind, It was roughly two months and in the early hours of the morning when Lucille had heard it, movement from outside, she had gathered supplies she found in deserted cars, other little outposts in the surrounding area and taken down a stray wanderer or two. The nights were lonely and cold but Lucille managed and promised she would move on to find more survivors when she had more will power to move but for now she was safe, she had a radio nearby and had checked channels and stations to see if she could hear anyone calling out, while putting out a message herself however that hadn't been the case and slowly but surely she began to give up on ever finding another person alive again.
That morning though, the one where she heard the sound of someone trying to break into her car, Lucille grabbed the hand gun she had found in a cabinet and had leaned up on her knees to see who was outside, a man maybe in his mid thirties was using a long thin piece of metal to pry open the lock on her car through a slot in the window, Lucille slowly eased the door open and without much warning had swung it open, holding the gun up and aiming it at the man who had held his hands up and stepped back. "Drop it, unless you like the taste of metal." Not as threatening as she wanted it to sound but what was worse was that her hands were shaking, she was scared, she didn't know what she was doing and the male caught on fairly quickly. A grin spread across his face and tightened his hold on the piece of metal he was holding. "You aren't gonna shoot me sweetheart, I doubt you even know how to use the thing." He said, stepping toward her as she slowly backed herself into the wall behind her. The male got into her personal space and was quick to dominate the woman who felt even sicker than she had in her life. It all escalated so quickly and from having her head bashed against the wall behind her, to being draped over the males shoulder and thrown to the ground inside the room, Lucille had pushed herself back to the furtherest wall, that didn't stop him from coming and within seconds he had torn her shirt from her, as much as she tried to fight him off, she was no match for him and he had managed to pull her jeans off her and down to her knees, her screams did little to phase him though to silence her, he had punched her twice, once in the face and the other in the throat to stop her from making any type of sound. Everything else was a blur, she didn't remember much of anything but what she had caught onto, was the sound of gunfire and the extra weight on top of her, pushing herself up and onto her elbows, she had noticed the new hole in the back of the mans head and another directly behind him, lowering his gun and stepping inside before holding his hand out to her. "I'm not here to hurt you, you're safe." His words barely registered to her but she didn't hesitate for a second, wrapping her shirt around her and pulling her jeans back up around her hips, she had taken the males hand who lifted her and quickly stripped himself of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Outside it was barely dawn and three more people were outside scoping out the area, one leaned against a car holding a shotgun close to her chest. Lucille looked around at the others and realized they were a group of survivors. The male who had saved her from what was surely about to happen to her, had introduced himself as Derrick, his fellow companions consisted of his girlfriend Matilda, best friend Marcus and daughter Alicia. They had asked her a series of questions such as how long she had been out, how she survived, if she had other people and if she had been bitten or scratched. Over the duration of a few hours, Lucille answered every question they asked and even heard stories of their own. Derrick and Marcus had served in the army, had been at the gates when the city was being evacuated, Matilda and Alicia barely made it to them and had even had to sacrifice members of their group when the border was over run and abandoned. Over the last two months they gathered more survivors, found a gated community and hauled up there until they decided to loop back and see if any other survivors had made it to the border. Thankfully they had come across Lucille just in time and had deemed her worthy enough to take in and question once they realized she was indeed on her own.
Preparing to leave the area once they were sure they were safe, Derrick loaded Lucille into the van and had allowed Alicia to drive her car back to the compound. Lucille was filled in on how the community was run and had formed a bond with Derrick after he had helped her, the two seemed to become good friends over the next few months and within time Lucille was out doing runs for the community and bringing in new survivors, Derrick confided in Lucille how he didn't like being in charge, how it happened by accident and how he preferred to just be another member so he could be home with his girlfriend and child, Lucille felt for the poor guy and would reassure him she was there to help if need be, over time Marcus was the one to step in and take over however it was obvious he was just as useless as leading as what Lucille thought however she had to give him credit for stepping up and helping Derrick. Still it was hard to just sit back and watch the community being driven into the ground. It was around two years later when all hell broke lose, Marcus hadn't been prepared for the attack from a group who called themselves the wolves, W's carved into their foreheads and scavenging for supplies. It was also around this time that Marcus had gone against them while Derrick insisted they try and work alongside them, give them what they wanted and hoped they'd go away, that wasn't what happened however and it resulted in more than the fair share of deaths in the community including Marcus himself and Derrick's girlfriend and child.
Two more years had passed and with Derrick refusing to do anything but pick up a bottle and drink after the loss of his girlfriend, best friend and child and having to be put back in charge of the people he no longer really cared for, Lucille had done her best to keep them safe, they had lost a total of twenty people and now only consisted of ten including Derrick and Lucille, their walls had been torn down and overrun by a horde of the dead, Lucille by this time had advanced her knowledge in weaponry and combat thanks to learning over the years from fellow community members and Derrick himself, they were ready and prepared to fight but were no where near as experienced as what the wolves were and that ultimately became their downfall. The group had found a little block of houses and searched through the area, building walls and making a new home there. Lucille hated what Derrick had become and how mercilessly he had turned his back on his people and cut them out, she couldn't help but feel for the guy who was now a shell of himself and did what she could to help him regain his humanity. But it seemed everything she did was a waste of time, Derrick wasn't Derrick anymore he didn't care about his people and he was getting short with Lucille over the most minor things. It was when he snapped, when he started seeing people /his/ people as the dead that Lucille had to make a decision, it started out as him yelling and making a scene only to snap back into it and apologize, to him attacking another community member out of the blue, but it all came to a head when Lucille was meeting with a few of the members to lock Derrick up before he did anything stupid that it had all gone down, a scream emanated from outside the door, Lucille jumped up and threw it open before stopping and feeling her heart sink.
Derrick was covered in blood, Louis one of the community members and barely even fifteen now laid on the ground underneath him, his intestines in Derricks hand's and half wrapped around his throat. Derrick was staring at his blood covered hands and had turned to look at Lucille, getting up he began to apologize, stuttering through his words, he began to step toward Lucille but through teary eyes she had drawn her gun and aimed it at him. Stopping and holding his hands up, Derrick knew what was going to happen, he knew it was over and before she could say anything else he began screaming at her to shoot him. She could barely look at him when her finger pulled the trigger and the gunshot rang out through the silence, she didn't say anything else and instead turned to leave the immediate area, dropping the gun onto the ground and heading back into the room she had been in before. Both Louis and Derrick were buried in the backyard and Lucille did very little to visit them. Another attack seemed inevitable and when it came, the group left before it could get out of hand, this time they were prepared but they knew the area was far too small for them and they had to move onto a bigger community lot. More survivors and more mouths to feed it seemed like Lucille was in way over her head, since losing Derrick the group relied on Lucille and she was labelled the new group leader.
Lucille didn't really want this, she couldn't do it and she felt almost unequipped to deal with the leadership role but these people, /her/ people began relying on her to keep them safe. So instead of turning away from it, Lucille took to the new title and began leading her people the only way she knew how, she had militants train others in weaponry and combat, had more experienced people who had seen the world for what it was, scope out areas and gather as many supplies and weapons as they could, she even had them looking for a more permanent place to live as they were all grouping together in the small houses and they really needed to expand. It took a few more months before they came across a single man, wandering out by himself but knew how to protect himself if need be, he was clearly an expert in weaponry and even more trained in combat, there wasn't much to learn as he was more than standoffish and Lucille honestly didn't know if he would fit in with their group of if he would even take the offer when she had handed it to him, bringing him back Lucille had the opportunity to pry some information out of him and had been somewhat impressed by his knowledge on the world beyond fences and walls. He had been on his own after his people had been wiped out by the dead, lost his girlfriend and everything else he held near and dear to him, it was from there he had come across a group of men who had taken him in, people who called themselves the Saviors run by a man called Negan but had been separated from them during a run and just hadn't stopped moving from then on until he came across Lucille's people.
Negan, the man she had been married to and shared a life with, a man she had known before this was more than likely the man surviving and running a group of his own. However the information shared was enough for her to almost be discouraged, he wasn't the man she loved anymore he had changed, turned into a malicious and almost psychopathic type of person who killed to prove a point. Lucille was so unsure of how to take this news but hoped the new comer would stay, revealing himself as Tig, Lucille had decided he would be a good asset to the team and was hoping he could shed more light on Negan. Over the next few months the two talked, he accompanied her on runs and in due time they had found a fairly big area that was hopefully enough for them to move in on, a place called Roanoke, somewhere that seemed like it was a suburban area filled with rich snooty people who thought they were better than anyone else. Raiding the area and killing anything that moved that was either dead or proved to be a threat, it took a few days for them to move everything in but with the new set of vans that lined the gates that were in somewhat good condition and more than enough people to help move, everything seemed to be looking up from there. Over the next year year Tig came and went from the community, he and Lucille grew close and she had found a new reason to give caring about someone a go, the community grew in supplies, weapons and people, they trained, repaired the cars, vans and even the walls surrounding the area along with the gates. In this time Negan had found his way to Roanoke having been tipped off by the new community goer.
Lucille didn't know how to feel when she had been in the same room as her now ex husband, she thought he was dead and seeing him alive and in the flesh only proved that this man was a hell of a lot stronger than he had ever been before, the two eventually began talking about how they had survived and how their communities came to be, hearing Negan's story only provoked curiosity in the older woman and almost had her feeling something of the old nature for him again, here's how it went: Thinking she was dead, he was unable to bring himself to put his wife down, this act of weakness would continue to haunt him and thus Negan strove to become a much stronger person. Sometime later, he acquired a baseball bat which he modified with barbed wire which he then named it "Lucille" in honor of his "late" wife. Years later he formed a group of survivors he named "the Saviors," one notable member being Simon, with whom Negan formed a firm loyalty, and thus Negan later appointed him as his right-hand man aka his second-in-command. Negan and his group discovered an abandoned factory where they managed to seize control and took residence inside, and which Negan established as his central headquarters as well as his personal home which he titled 'The Sanctuary'.
Over time Negan revealed he was married, and the two decided to bury their pasts, Simon burying his late wife and daughter, Negan doing the same for Lucille. Negan was devastated over the burial of Lucille and threw in his wedding ring and a picture of the two from their earlier years, Simon tossed in his own ring and a picture of him with his little girl and his wife Anne. Later, together the two paid a poignant tribute to the women they loved and from here, Negan decided to name his bat after his wife before apologizing for not giving her a proper burial and for naming a baseball bat after her wishing he could have done more. Lucille learns he is merciless for a reason, having lost people of his own and deciding weaknesses are what keeps you from growing, what makes you pathetic and what will inevitably be what gets you killed. Lucille did not agree wit his methods and though she keeps the peace with her ex, she decides to keep her and her people out of harms way and out of any line of fire that may draw attention to them.
However within the next eight years, Tig had become a loyal and well respected member of the group now being appointed Lucille's right hand man and second in command, keeping people in line when she couldn't. The leadership role is equal between the two and Lucille refuses to make final decisions without Tig's okay. In the time it has taken to get to the point they're at now, Lucille made the mistake of drunkenly sleeping with Negan's right hand man and it has only sparked a feud between both right hand men between the communities. Simon has recently found out his wife isn't exactly dead either and since finding out, the two have made it their mission to piss off the folk of Roanoke, Lucille and Tig specifically. It's been two years and the feud continues to boil on the brink of almost boiling over, Lucille is a completely different woman to the one she was and has since become a better woman for it as well. Still she avoids war and has joined forces with Rick and his people, even taking in Rosita, another woman who Negan cheated on her with, and her children whom she had fathered by Negan himself, thanks to Tig's encouragement and note that she wouldn't turn away children despite who they may belong to. Now they live in somewhat harmonious peace with the occasional issue flaring up every now and then, but she is sure as long as she can keep the peace between her community and any other that may come along, and as long as she has her right hand man by her side, there isn't anything she can't do and truthfully she is so much happier because of it.

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  • (Will reply when I can. A friend  from my childhood that was my next door neighbor across the street, someone I also dated.  Just found out they died.


    So my response time will be a bit slow and my posts short or not real great. I thank you for your patience. 

  • "Ha ha haaa... Aren't you fuckin' funny. Well. Truth be told
    what I lack in kindness,I make up for in the sack.. You
    know that much.. Come on,Luci. Let's go reminisce."


  • "Cautious? Well fuck me,Luci.. You sure as shit didn't get that from me...
    The good shit. Vodka,Hennessy,found a bottle of SoCo,the other day."

  • "Thanks Luci. You uhhh...
    Wanna come back to the Sanctuary for a shot or like.. Ten?"

  • "Oh.. Well... To be fair as fuck,I really didn't know.
    But!! I shall deal with this,to the fullest extent of my fuckin' law,
    I kid you not,Luci."

    "Kinda weird,though.. They usually know where to find me.."

  • "Luci,my dear.. I have no fucking clue,
    what the flaming fuck,you're talking about."

  • (If Lucille met Zura and got to know the twins more. She can easily see they are like their mother and father. As Negan would say. 50 % Demon. Like their mother   

    50 % Asshole like their father, Negan.  Hehe. 

    The twins are mentally unbalanced and insane. Like their mother. So that will explain their random and unpredictable nature.  But it’s fun getting to play the Crazies for a change. Since all

    my other characters are very much sane or have zero sense of humor :p. )

  • “Oh we heard of him. Heard of him very very well!  Comes and goes as he pleases. Takes what he wants.  Basically lives in this world like it’s natoonal Purge day. The 28 amendment from the NFFA- National Founding Father’s of America. Purge day. All day. Every day.  Sooo....”


    The one next to her would elbow her in the gut and cut off her train of thought. 

    “What the fuck?”

    The cloaked one pointed off to the woods and Skylar simply sighed.

    ”So? Just kill them? There like only a few. Not a heard. Don’t interrupt me. Just go kill them while I talk to this Nice old  lady here. What? Fine. I’ll hold it for you.”


    Skylar would be handed a metal baseball bats with large metal spikes in it, the same as the one she currently held. The cloaked stranger then walked off a bit as at that moment, half a dozen Walkers came right out of the woods. Apparently the cloaked one somehow sensed? They were coming and knew from what location and it seemed the one who was talking, knew it was only a small amount. 


    The cloaked one waited for the first Walker to approach her. When it got close enough to grapple her, she side step the walker and pushed her hand on its back to send it flying face first into the payment. The second Walker was then right behind it and she quickly grabbed its arms, pivoted on her right foot, and lifted the walker off the ground and flipped it over her. Then she waited for the final four to be right on top of her before she managed to remove her cloak and wrapped it around all four of the Walker’s heads simultaneously and then somehow lit it on fire and then yank the cloak to make the four fall ontop of the first walker she knocked down.

    She then watched as the tangle mesh of Walkers flailed about as the fire erupted into a full blaze as they burned. She then calmly walked over to the other one she had flipped over, who was now just getting up off the ground.  She got right behind the Walker and  simply clapped her hands together on the Walker’s skull, crushing said skull and killing the Walker instantly. 


    Then she walked back over to her sister and got her bat back. The woman looked exactly like the one who has been talking the whole time. Blaire looked up to Lucille for a second before Skylar spoke again. 


    “Feel better now sis? Always gotta be the center of attention, don’t you? See no big deal. Just six of them. Surprised you didn’t go bat swinging like Daddy but then you always did like getting hands on.”


    Blaire looked to her twin then to Lucille, back to her twin again and back to Lucille before she finally spoke. 


    “Motor mouth over here should have just gotten to the point. “


    ”Excuse me?! You talk just as much as do and mommy. So don’t give me that shit!”


    Obviously from the looks of them and how they were acting, one could safely assume they were siblings, indentical twins at that.  Another odd thing was the ease with which one of them took out the Walkers barehanded and in a manner not seen before done by human hands. Blaire then spoke to Lucille once more. 


    “My sister here is Skylar Morgan. I am Blaire Morgan. We are the Morgan Twins. Our Buisness here, the reason we are here is not because Negan pissed off some other community. “



    ”More like pissed off Mom. Wait no. Mom doesn’t get angry that easily anymore. Especially not when Negan is in one of his moods. “

    Skylar chimes in again but Blaire just looked at her and told her to zip it for now. Then Blaire resumed speaking or tried to before Skylar opened her mouth again and said .


    “ We are members of CON.  C.O.N.  Something we came up with. The Children of Negan.  “


    Blaire placed her hand  over her sister’s mouth so that she could get a word in edge wise.


    “Excuse my sister here. She doesn’t need know when to shut it or get to the point.

    We came  here looking for Negan, simply because he is our father and he is due for some father daughter quality bonding time.  We are not here for some community retribution for the actions of Negan or something like that. We want to know where our father is. Nothing More. Nothing less. We simply miss our daddy. A girl needs her father after all. “

    Almost as if Blaire was remarkably intuitive and could perhaps sense or guess what Lucille might be thiking. She would add in.


    “We are not here to attack our half brothers and sisters if they happen to be here , nor are we here to stir up trouble. “


    Skylar removed her sister’s hand from her mouth and slapped the hand away as she looked at her sister with sheer annoyance on her face. Skylar then looked to the little Walker BBQ going on. With the dead walkers laying in a heap as the fire still burned. Skylar would let Blaire take over the talking as she simply went and got herself a stick, took out a bag of marshmallows and put some on the stick and held it over the burning corpses of the walkers.  When Blaire looked back to see what her sister was doing and arched a brow. Skylar simply said. 


    “What ?! You made this little zombie bonfire. No sense letting it go to waist. Not when I got a bag of perfectly Good marshmallows that I just keep around for such an occasion. It’s a good a time as any to roast some marshmallows. Maybe if you are nice, I’ll get the graham crackers and make you some s’mores. I know how much you looooovvvvve those. “


    Yeah these two.  Definitely were not normal in more ways then one. Skylar looked back to Lucille while she was roasting marshmallows over the corpses of walkers like it was just another day in the woods.

    “If you don’t believe us. Next time you see Daddy. Ask him about a woman he likes to call, Zozo.  That is our mommy dearest. Considering the harem father has amazed with all his wives and lovers  and his libido. Would it really be a surprise that he is planting his seed all over creation? Maybe he raising an army of Neganites. Hahahahahahahahah   “

  • Little Riptor has just returned from her little tune up session with Mama Mia and was already good to go. Her cybernetic parts had been cleaned and taken care of and it was time to return to the Sanctuary to see if Papa Negan had any assignments for her or some prisoners laying around for her to eat. Course she also wondered if he left any food for her period.  Many of the people at the compound always got on edge whenever Riptor showed up and for good reason.


    She was a freak of nature in a sense. A cybernetic enhanced Dinosaur from a bygone era.  One that breathes fire and has many other tricks up her scales.  When She couldn’t find any sign of Negan, she looked for a few others that she knew. At some point in time, Auntie Rose had left, along with her little ones in tow. Riptor hadn’t though to much about her recently but she did miss her when she first left. She stilled remembered when Rosie first opened the door to the truck that Negan was keeping her caged in and let her out. Givin Riptor her first taste of freedom. Over time Rosie had gotten use to the little dino who often played with her kids when they were little. I mean what kid didn’t like dinosaurs?? Or having a cool “pet” for that matter. 


    Playing with the little ones had made Riptor think about what it would be like to have hatchlings of her own to raise. An errant thought it was, thinking about offspring of her own.  Such a thing was not happening which was why she was find with the large pack of Raptors she had gathered and became the leader of. Still sometimes she felt homesick and lonely and there was little she could do about it. Not finding anyone that she wanted, she decided to go track Negan down by scent and go after him. 


    Before she would go off on her own, she did gather a pack of zombiefied raptors, to accompany her. She didn’t like using the living ones as she wanted to keep them safe from any unexpected gunmen or walker herds.  The zombie raptors were already dead and couldn’t die easily, so she had less regard for their physical  wellbeing.  Off she went into the great unknown with her undead pack of loyal raptors following behind her.  They were very good at killing Walkers since being dead, Walkers always tended to ignore them, even when being attacked by them and the raptors basically got trained to feed on dead flesh and not the living. So they only ate the dead and left the living alone. Unless one got to close to them and did something stupid, then they went onto the day’s menu. 



    The journey was a bit longer, longer then she cared for and she wished she ate a bigger meal before setting off on this trek.  She had to hunt several small rodents to keep her energy up as she finally tracked down the scent to a location she had never been before. It was well over a good days travel or so on foot but she finally reached a place that she would later come to know as Roanoke.  Riptor sniffed the air and did a double take when she discovered not only Negan scent had traveled here, but she smelled Rose and her offspring here as well. She remembered back when she stumbled upon Rosita and Negan after they had got done mating and was curious as to what the smell was. The scent of human sex being a new experience to her and the whole situation was awkward, well for Negan and Rosita anyhow. They would find the whole thing amusing later on though. 



    Riptor let out a screech and her pack came to a halt right outside the gates. Riptor took a second to look at the sightlines around the fencing for signs of any sharpshooters and told her pack to go hide in the shadows. Since she had a feeling some human might freak out at seeing a pack of undead dinosaurs and a cyborg one leading the charge, right outside the gate. Course such a thing was understandable as it was not an event you saw every day.  Riptor firmly has her voicebox attach for communication purposes though she found her human form to be easier for that. But that form was a well kept secret and only Negan knew about it. Though later she would reveal it to Mama Mia. 


    As of the moment, Riptor was deciding if she could jump the fence or make noise to get someone’s attention. Course she worried that some human would take one look at her and not begin firing. So she activated her body armor to cover her head and vital areas Incase someone got trigger happy. She then let out a series of roses to alert the entire compound that something was outside the gates. A bit risky of a move but if it went sideways. She supposed she could jump onto one of the humans that might fire at her, and then enter the base from that point on and defend herself if need be. She was hoping human curiosity would make them wonder whata creature like her was doing outside the gates and not shoot first and ask questions later.  


    All Riptor knew was that Negan and Aunti Rose, as she affectingly called her, their scents lead to her and the first thing on her mind was to wonder if they were ok or harmed.  She had no idea if they were held prisoner or doing ok there. 

  • Skylar thought for a moment on this, tapping the non spike part of her bat in her hand while looking to her sister, who was covered in a cloak for the time being.  She glanced around to watch the others at the gates. To take stock of those with guns on her and whatever else might be lurking behind the gates. Not so much the shadows as she could guess what would be lurking there. 


    “Hmmm. Wellllll. I’m looking for a man. About yeah tall. Charming as fuck. Has a baseball bat like mines but his is made of wood and has barb wore around it. Not to mention he gave it a chick name, like all guys seem to do with their precious Toys and belongings. Be it a gun, a boat, or a baseball bat. So sorta the same bat as me but different Since mine is metal with spikes in it and currently is not named after a passed loved one or whatever.


    This man has what you can call a “cult” like following and he likes to Save people. Assuming save them from breathing or living, by the way he and his merry men, seem to go about “saving “ people.  The man is known as Negan.  A little birdie told me he was going to a place called Roanoke. Which made me think of that island where all those people vanished without a Trace. Some famous thing in history class I heard of or whatever.  So I followed the clues and breadcomes and was lead here. To a place with the same name as that infamous place where a shitload of people vanished without a Trace. One of life’s great unsolved mysteries, like Stonehenge.  Not sure if it is a good idea to name a community, a place, after they insland or whatever, with all those missing people. Kinda feel like it’s asking history to repeat itself but the name is kinda cool. I guess. Anyhow. 

    We are looking for Negan Fucking Morgan. By chance you happen to see the handsome bastard come by here?”

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