Who: Derek Souza What: Hitting Negan for Carl When: Wednesday Afternoon Where: In the TWD Portal/Alexandria Warnings: Violence. Have you seen TWD??? Status: Narrative/Open for reactions
Finding out a portal to zombie land had been the highlight of Derek's day yesterday. The only sad fact was that he had been working, and then had kid duty that night, so he wasn't able to get away right then. Which was probably for the best, because no one wanted him playing with zombies in the dark. He might accidentally hit someone who wasn't, you know, undead.
Because that shit was going to be on purpose. He'd made the offer, and Carl had taken him up on it, which meant that this baseball carrying, leather jacket wearing jerk named Negan was going to get punched. And Derek saw no reason to hold back, not if the guy was carting around a weapon. It was probably wrong of him to hope the guy got back up and let him do it again.
Okay, so he had a bit of energy built up. It happened when he wasn't on the run for a while.
So, he took his 6'6", linebacker looking self through the portal. At first he kind of wandered around, smiling and saying hi to people. He offered to help carry some farm stuff, and talked up the fact that he was going to head out and take care of some walkers while he was there. Just, made himself useful while scoping things out. It wasn't hard to find that Negan guy. Really, acting like he owned the place and wearing a damn leather jacket in 70 degree weather.
He had been in town the better part of two hours before he started heading Negan's way. Derek even made a point of saying Hello and introducing himself, but he gave one of the aliases that he'd used when he was younger and on the run with his dad. And it was just after he'd shook Negan's hand that he smirked and dropped the bomb.
"Oh, by the way, Carl says hello," he happily informed the man, just before punching him in the face. He didn't pull it much at all, so he wasn't surprised when the man hit the ground, out cold. He'd probably have a pretty bruised face, if not a fractured cheek bone, when he woke up. And the silence that fell after the punch only lasted a few seconds before people were screaming and freaking out. Derek just smirked and turned, heading for the gates. His job was done, and now he was going to go kill some zombies.