A/N: Warning: NSFW~ Rick wants his Ambrosia and the idiot Saviors will not stop him.

Warning for severe cussing (it's Negan) and some smut.

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CHAPTER 9

The Walking Fuckheads

The gang finally makes it inside discount Mt. Olympus which Zeus renamed Sanctuary. Rick and Michonne finds and confronts Negan. The Savior's fearless leader has an embarrassing moment and truth is revealed about who is behind it all.

And the fuckery begins…

"What in the holy fuck are you fuckheads doing?" Negan yelled out into the fray. He had been trying to get his Saviors into some semblance of military order and he was failing. There was no order, they only listened to him when he was in their faces. He'd never had that much trouble on Mt. Olympus. The gods followed his every word. His inner voice answered his question, "That's why you have your son and daughter-in-law, fool."

Looking out from the steps of his little pride and joy, he watched people being thrown and kicked into the air. Someone was flipping all over the place. It was dark and there were too many bodies for him to recognize anybody, but he knew that Rick and Michonne were out there in the thick of it. As his voice boomed over the large crowd, all activities came to a halt. The first person he recognized was Abraham's bright red hair.

Then he saw Michonne and it was without a doubt, Rick wouldn't be far from her.

Rick rushed over to his wife when everything stopped. Far ahead and standing at the top of the stairs was Negan…yelling and swinging that stupid bat. Nightfall was upon them and pretty sure the king of the gods couldn't tell who was who. Rick whistled to call his boys and his brothers to come to his and Michonne's location.

As Shane, Abe, Jesus and Daryl made their way over, a few straggling Saviors got punched and knocked out of the way. Andre and Carl stuck with Jesus. When they were all together, Rick poked a thumb toward Negan. "Carl, Andre, stay behind your uncles and don't let your grandpa see you. I'm 'bout to embarrass his butt." He wrapped an arm around Michonne's waist, "Come on, let's get the show on the road." He nodded his head to the others to follow.

They walked through bodies still moaning and groaning on the ground as they made their way up the steps. Simon had joined Negan and stood with his arms folded. When they were face to face, Abe called out, "Oh, look… it's Simone. Hey Simone, how's it going?"

Frustrated, the Savior sidekick harrumphed, "It's Simon." He turned to his boss, "Sir, could you tell him to stop calling me that?"

Negan's teeth gleamed under the bright moonlight, "Shut your bitch-ass up, Simon. If you hate it so much, then make him stop. I didn't bring you into the fold so I could babysit your fucking ass. The only fucking reason you are here is to learn how to survive this world and the ways of battle. If you can't handle my kids, and all you want to do is bitch and moan about it, then you might as well kill yourself, right now."

To his sons, "Rick, I knew you'd find me, but why the fuck did you have to beat up my fuckin' men? I see you caught up with… what's the fuckin' name you're going with now?"

Daryl had been staring at Jesus when he was asked a question, "What? Oh, it's Daryl."

"Daryl?" Negan wiggled his eyebrows, "Really? Daryl? Why am I not surprised?" Back to Rick, "So, you found him and Jesus. Y'all didn't need to fuck up my people. I'm trying to teach their fuckin' asses how to fuckin' fight and here y'all come and start fuckin' shit up. How the fu… Hey! My babies! What are you doing here?" He waggled his fingers.

His tirade abruptly shut down when Daryl and Jesus parted to reveal Andre and Carl standing directly behind them. Puzzlement and disappointment all over their faces. Negan's face turned bright red and he glared at their parents. He leaned closer and growled, "You could have told me you brought my grandbabies."

Rick chuckled, "Yea, I could've. But, this was more fun to watch."

"I'm gonna get y'all for this." He handed Lucille to Simon and nearly smacked him in the face with it, before pushing through his children to reach his grandbabies and give them a hug. "I apologize for my language boys. Grandpa is under a lot of stress down here and I sometimes let my mouth get away from me. I don't ever want to hear you guys talk like that." Everyone around them snickered behind their hands to see the great Zeus humbling himself in front of two young boys.

Simon watched it all and didn't understand. How could Negan have all these grown ass kids? And, they all seemed to be talking in code, like they were saying one thing but talking about something else. When he first started to follow Negan, his plans were to take over the Saviors but Negan was crazy and too unpredictable. He could never pin him down or get close enough to do anything and now that his kids were here, he could kiss any type of coup goodbye.

Negan stopped talking to the kids and stood up straight and turned his head. He didn't look at Simon directly but his words were for him, "Boy, you're thinking too much. Don't make me have to hurt you."

Panicked, he rambled, "Sir, I wasn't trying to…"

"Oh, don't play me, Simon. I've been onto you ever since I recruited you. Just do as I say and if you ever try to overthrow me, you'll wish you hadn't." Negan put a hand on his grandson's shoulders, walked them past everyone and escorted them into the building. He threw back, "Y'all come on in. We have a lot to discuss."

Simon turned to follow, but Rick stopped him to give some advice, "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Simone. For your own sake, don't fuck with my father. He's that way for a reason. Just keep your head down and listen to what he says. There will be a reward for your loyalty."

Surprised at the sincerity coming from Rick, Simon nodded and followed his leader.

Rick turned back to his wife. She smiled, "That was nice of you." He shrugged, "Nah, I have a feeling Negan needs a little help with his men. The way we plowed through them was just sad. They should have been better disciplined and if this upcoming war is as bad as I think, he's gonna need us to shape these people into fighting order. The first thing he needs to work on is getting their respect. This Negan bullshit ain't workin'."

Abraham turns to walk inside, "You guys ready to go in? All this fightin' has got me hungrier than a hooker's vagina. They better have some fuckin' food up in there."

Jesus and Daryl groaned at the same time, "Eww!"

Michonne cringed, "Abe, that's just nasty." Rick just shook his head. Any repugnant thing that came out of his brother's mouth, was not a surprise.

As the saviors began to wake up and pull themselves to their feet and the deities started to head inside, a small vehicle pulled up in front of the entrance. They all stopped in front of the wide doors and watched… entranced. One by one, bodies climbed out.

Shane stared in amazement, "How the fuck can that many people fit in there?" They all stood and counted. Twenty saviors piled out. Bud was the last and he was the driver.

Abe guffawed, "Oh, it's those fuckheads from the road!"

The group walked around their recently beat up comrades to tiredly make their way up the stairs. They all came to halt in front of the people who put them in their predicament. Exhausted and dusty with soot, they gaped at Rick, who stated, "I see y'all made it."

Bud only had eyes for the woman who humiliated him. After they scattered in the woods, they all came back together and went looking for transportation. Of all the cars on the highway, only one had gas and they had to squeeze everyone into a Ford Focus. He didn't have time to find a shirt and he wanted to get back and see if the group made it to Sanctuary and catch the samurai. The entire drive, he kept thinking of scenarios on how to torture her. Negan would back him up and make them all pay.

With delusions still fresh in his mind he immediately rushed her. Rick and the rest weren't worried, though it pissed him off that this idiot tried it. Just because Michonne was the smallest and a woman, this fool thought he could beat her. He watched with anticipation and lust as he prepared to see his wife whoop some ass. As soon as Bud came within touching reach, Michonne snatched him one-handed by the throat and raised him into the air. His feet dangled as both his hands tried to pry her off his neck. He gurgled, "Let me go, you bitch."

Michonne held up her other hand to stop the men around her. She could feel their anger as the heat came off them. "Stop, I got this."

Negan walked back out, "What the fuck is going on?" Rick noticed his sons weren't with him. He nodded to Jesus and Daryl. They immediately turned and went inside to make sure Negan's men didn't do anything stupid. He answered his father, "Your boy here, thought he'd test my wife after she shut him down the first time."

Negan's head tilted, scratched his beard, and glared at Bud, "I'll give you the benefit of not knowing who these people are because you were not at the clearing. However, help me understand this, you've met with and got handed your ass by my daughter-n-law? She fucked you up and now you're gunning for her again?"

Bud's face was turning purple as he tried to answer and Michonne wasn't letting him go.

With frustration, Negan asked, "Michonne, could you let him down, please." He sighed, "I don't know what I'm doing wrong here. These mortals keep doing stupid shit and no matter how many times I threaten and punish them, they keep fuckin' up." He called for his sidekick, "Simon, get this fucker and get him ready for the iron."

The saviors that survived the newcomer's assault made their way past the group. Seeing that their leader was speaking with them, it was best they didn't try to fight anymore and that their boss had everything under control. Simon walked out and grabbed Bud and dragged him inside. Rick and the other's followed.

Rick reached over and seized Michonne to pull her close and whispered seductively in her ear, "As soon as we finish talking, you… me… bedroom."

When they got inside, they stood on a balcony that overlooked a wide, open spaced room. The rest of the saviors gathered around a lone chair, facing a giant furnace, situated in the middle of the crowd. When Negan stopped at the railing, they all went down to their knees. Rick stepped next to him, witnessing the groups actions. "You wanna know what you're doing wrong? You're treating these mortals as slaves and if you want their help, this is not gonna do it. I know you don't like them, but you can't make an army out of servants."

"I know, it's just mortals can be hard so take and I have to remember to be nice to them." He started pacing back and forth as the Saviors watched him from below. "Listen up, you maggots!"

"Dad!" Rick cut in.

"Oh, yeah…sorry." Negan cleared his throat, "Listen up, uhm… soldiers. I recruited you for one thing. That is to save the world. We are the ones that will bring order, peace and some other bullshit." He stopped next to Michonne, "Now, I must not be doing my job because you cunts…" Michonne poked him with an elbow, "You fine folks are having a hard time following my rules."

He commenced his pacing, "And, what is my rule?"

The Saviors all spoke at once, "Listen to Negan!"

He put his hands behind his back, "That's right. You listen to me. I provide for you, I protect you, I keep you safe. All I asked in return is that you listen to me. Once you are trained. Once you are ready, then you will be the ones to provide, to protect, and keep others safe."

"For we are," he paused for dramatic effect, "the Saviors."

Shane could be heard whispering to Rick, "Your dad is so corny."

Negan slammed his hands on the railing to keep all attention on him, "I have another rule since some of you can't seem to comprehend. I have several offspring and relatives that are off limits. Do you see these strangers here that just kicked all of your asses? This is the last time I'm going to say this. If some of your friends aren't present to hear this, you'd better tell 'em." He waved his hand toward Rick, Michonne, and the rest. Jesus, Daryl and the boys across the way.

One savior asked, "If there are more, how will we know who they are?"

Scoffing, Negan sneered, "You'll know 'em when you see 'em. If you see someone that looks like they can whoop yo ass, don't touch 'em."

"If you meet a stranger that ain't scared of you. Don't touch 'em."

"If you see somebody who's clean and not a normal survivor that looks like they haven't taken a bath in a week, don't touch 'em." His eyebrow quirked and pointed a finger, "Ex…cept, for him." All heads turned towards Daryl, who looked up in surprise to see all eyes on him. "Who? Me?"

Negan continued, "He may be dirty, but you'll know him by his crossbow and he will definitely kick your ass." Shane and Abe snickered while Daryl grumbled loud enough for the rest to hear him, "Fuck you, Negan. I ain't that dirty."

The king laughed, "If I hear you fuck…" He stopped in time as he peeked over at his grandsons, "messing with any of my family, then it will be the iron for you."

Shane asked, "What the hell is the iron?"

Negan made way for the stairs and quirked his fingers for them to follow. When they reached the floor, Simon had already placed Bud in the chair surrounded by the rest of the saviors. Michonne gave a worried look to Rick and he tried to get his father's attention and warn him about what he said about treating his people. Bud sat in the chair trembling, he knew he was in for it.

Negan walked around him, "I've said time and time again, don't mess with people if you can't beat them. Hurting children and women are off limits. Yet, you actually went after my daughter-in-law. Now, she doesn't need me to protect her and granted you didn't know her identity, but she's a woman and you broke my rule." He bent down in Bud's face. "You. Didn't. Listen. To. Me."

He stood straight and yelled behind him, "Bring me the iron!" Simon put on thick rubber gloves and opened the furnace door, reached in and pulled out an old-fashioned iron, glowing red. Someone else pulled up a metal table and Simon set the hot metal face down.
Worried, Rick hissed at Negan, "Shit, dad. My kids are here!"

Negan looked up from the iron, "What?" Puzzled from the concerned look on his son's face, "Oh, you think I'm gonna hurt him? Far from it." From the side, someone else brought over a table and set it in front of Bud. The crowd parted for more Saviors wheeling in several bins filled with clothing.

He looked down at Bud, who's face now hosted terror, "You have until morning to get these done. I like my cuffs crisp and my creases sharp."

Michonne couldn't believe it. "You're making him actually iron clothes?"

He spun around, nearly falling off balance, "Well, yeah. What did you think I was gonna do? Burn him with it? I ain't that sick."

She laughed, "You are so 80's."

Negan clapped his hands together, "Alright, now that we got that settled. Why don't we get something to eat and you all can meet my wives."

"Can you believe it? My father has twenty women. Did you see that? Twenty women!" Rick took out his gun and placed on the table of their room. He pulled off his holster and threw it in a corner.

Michonne went over and picked it up and placed it near the python. She placed her katana next to her side of the bed. "Sounds like you might be jealous, Rick."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, agitated. "Jealous? Hell no, you are more than enough for me. I'm pissed because he's married to my mother. I knew something was going on. He may not have said it, but I think she's down here."

She walked over, put her hands on the sides of his face, kissed him and began to pull off his shirt. "You may be right and from what I gathered, she may be at the place he called Terminus. If she is, then someone else is with her. Someone your father hates and could be as strong as him." She unbuckled his belt.

He lifted his butt so she could pull down his pants, "Did you see him clam up when I asked how did he create the plague? If he got it from Pandora's box?" Rick's eyebrows shot up as an idea came to him, "When we were down in the Underworld, did you see my uncle?"

She had just chucked his boots against the wall and pulled his pants down all the way, "No, I just saw the queen. Why?"

"Hmm. Nah, I'm just thinkin' too much. I need to shut my brain off this shit." He eyed his wife bending over his feet, "I'm still hungry."

Rick sat on the bed naked. She laughed, "We just ate."

Giving her a voracious leer, he leaned back, "Take off your clothes, Michonne."

She started peeling out of her tank top, then her pants, warning him, "We have to be careful. We're not at home and these walls aren't soundproof." She stepped in between his legs where he sat.

He placed his hands on her hips, "I don't care. Turn around."

She pivoted slowly until her ass was right in front of his face. Rick palmed her lushness and squeezed them, then ran his tongue along her crease. She cooed as he began to eat her up and down.

"God, I love this ass," he rasped, kissing both cheeks and giving her little love bites, licking afterward to ease the sting. He pressed his face in, moaning and tasting as he smacked each juicy cheek, making her ass smack his face in return.

Michonne reached back and snaked her fingernails through his curls and gripped tight, pulling him closer, "Yea, yea," his voice muffled, "just like that," as she wiggled her bottom. Rick groaned loudly as he tunneled his tongue to reach her nether lips, "Mmm, so thirsty," while clenching her tighter. He backed out quickly then gave her a slight smack as he scooted back on the bed, laying on his back. "Come on, sit on my face." Rick patted the bed for her to hop on up.

Crawling over to him, he aided her by clasping her thighs and pulling till her pussy was right above his mouth. Rick didn't even allow her to settle down before he starting licking. He sighed and moaned as he began to feast. With a grip on her thighs, he urged her to place all her weight on him.

Barely able to speak with Rick's tongue moving rapidly, Michonne gasped out, "Rick, I'm gonna smother you," she said between pants.

He lifted her slightly so he could talk, "I don't care, suffocate me," then he went back to his evening meal. Her juices dripped down into his mouth and he drank it all, burrowing deep. He curled the tip of his tongue to scoop out as much as possible, his jaw and tongue moved together rapidly, as he buried his face between her thighs. The intake of his breathing sharp as he came up for air.

Michonne hissed and cooed as he slurped and sucked her essence. She began to swivel her hips, teasing herself as his lips bounced off her clit, "Yes, baby… that's it, right there. She glanced down to see his bright, blue intense eyes staring back at her, his face flushed. Her hand found its way back into his hair to rock his head in time with her movements. Feeling her thighs begin to quake, Rick knew it wouldn't be long before she came all over his face.

More for him.

He locked onto her clit and fluttered his tip swiftly. Her eyes closed as her mouth fell open as rapture spread throughout her body. Her moans rose high in volume as Rick rubbed his entire face in her juices, basking in delight of his Chonne Ambrosia.

Hunched over, she opened her eyes and smiled seductively while easing her fingers through his sweaty hair as she recovered. Though she enjoyed herself, she felt it wasn't fair, so she lifted off his face.

Rick whined, "Where are you goin'?"

She chuckled, "Nowhere, babe." She stood and turned around, her back facing him and put her pussy back in his mouth.

Happy to continue eating, Rick clutched another handful of booty, he buried his face back inside his blissful paradise.

Leaning forward, Michonne lay her thighs over his shoulders to rest fully on top of him. His cock looked so lonely, she felt it was her duty to give him some company. Reaching out, she lifted the heavy weight. Hard and straining, her mouth watered at the thought of what she was going to do to it. Taking a firm hold she swirled her tongue around the tip, flicking his slit and moistening the bulbous head. Slowly, she inched her way down, his dick glistening with her saliva as she worked to swallow him whole. The more his dick hardened the more it curved and with the angle of her position, his cock followed the natural curve of her throat as he sunk deep.

Rick came up for air as he groaned in ecstasy and squirmed in pleasure as the locs of Michonne's hair rubbed against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Michonne had pushed his legs wide and for a second, he felt a little vulnerable, then it completely skipped his mind as her mouth tightened around his shaft. Rick was torn, he found it hard to concentrate on his meal when the love of his life was going ham on his dick. Her mouth was slick, his sack dripping wet. As he burrowed down her throat, her sopping hand squeezed and massaged his balls. He lifted her hips, took in oxygen then gritted out, "Aah… slow down, babe. You're gonna make me cum."

She let him go with a loud plop, "That's the idea," looking back at him then went back to work.

"Fuck!" He growled as she gobbled him down, his legs opening wider and his toes pointed towards the walls. His dick was so hard and her sucking so intense, his head kept dropping on his pillow between lapping at her creamy center.

Unbelievably, her mouth produced more moisture, so much he could feel it dripping down the crack of his ass. Her fingers were working the shit out of him, his hips humping involuntarily, "Oh, oh, fuck… MICHONNE…" His holler went up an octave as she slid her finger deep inside his ass at the beginning of his orgasm.

Rick's eyes widened to saucers as a burst of euphoria wrecked his fucking mind. He shed tears as his cock rested in his wife's throat being milked for every shot of cum she yanked out of him.

Outside the room and down the hall, in Abe and Shane's shared room, Abe sat up straight, startled at the sound of high pitched wailing. "She's fuckin' killing him!" Shane curled up in a fetal position and squeezed his pillow over his ears, his muffled voice rang out, "That's my sister, man."

Abe chuckled, "So, that's my brother and I still say, she's killin' 'em."

When the sounds of howling died down, Shane sat up, "You know we're gonna have to go out pretty soon and kill walkers, don't you?"

Abe picked up his machete, "Why do you think I haven't changed my clothes. Negan is gonna be pissed."

Shane agreed, "Yeah, it's a good thing the boys went up to the top floor. They'll hear the horns, but at least that can't hear that fuckin' screeching. Rick sounds like a girl."

"Can't argue with you there, brother."

Shane thought of something, "Say… how about a bet?"

"What are the stakes and what's the wager?"

"Since it's a guarantee the walkers are coming, whoever gets the most kills, the other has to do their supply runs for the rest of the year."

Abe looked intrigued, "So, if I kill more walkers, I can stay at home while you go out and find stuff for me?"

The god of strength and power gave him a crafty smile, "That's if you win, but yes, that's the deal."

"You're on, bro and prepared to search high and low because I can be very specific."

Shane laid back down and once again put the pillow over his head, "I'm gonna take a nap. We got about an hour."

KEY

Michonne-Nike-Goddess of Victory.

Rick-Ares-God of War.

Daryl-Atlas-Titan god that led the war against the Olympians.

Jesus-Hermes-God of athletes, thieves, and adventures. Messenger and trickster of the gods.

Abraham-Hercules-world's greatest hero

Shane-Kratos-God of strength and power

Negan-Zeus

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