Tell Them What I Hoped Would Be Impossible // Private

[dannychan]

the bird was knocked away and hit the ground with a pained squawk. that’s when doc lost it. hthe binds around his hands snapped (thanks zipties) and he tackled negan to the ground, one hand gripping the mans throat and the other began to throw bunches endlessly. “You!” he exclaimed. “do not!” the more he hit, the angrier and harder the punches got, and the bloodier that his knuckles became. “hurt her!” his voice was incredibly deep, and it was obvious he was from new orleans, as he had that distinct accent about him. his grip kept getting tighter on the mans neck, and he didn’t even care that all guns were on him. he stopped when he felt a weak tap on his leg, looking down and seeing nevermore just tapping at him, her wing bent awkwardly. he scooped her up and moved off of negan, growling. “if you don’t thing i won’t bash all of your heads in, you’re wrong!” he boomed.