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Here’s the first thing that came to my mind, these are the first paragraphs of my Negan imagine for the season 8 finale “Wrath”:
The wind blew softly over the endless seeming hill, moving each blade of grass in a gentle rhythm. The warm sun let the green of the grassy hill shine in an even brighter shade while the sun’s rays hit the framed and colorful glass that was hung up on a tree not too far down the mound.
Normally, nothing on this idyllic hill would indicate or stand in any relation to a battle, actually, it looked more like a landscape that would be used in movies to let happy children play and run over the mound in all peacefulness and with heartwarming laughter.
But now, now instead of happy children there were men and women armed with guns placed almost on the hills top, just a bit behind its peak so that anyone who’d approach from its foot wouldn’t see the lingering danger.