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Fresh Delivery | Negan Smith x Fem!Reader | PT. TWO

Story: Negan discovers a suspicious crate of fresh fruit. In order to keep anyone from dying Rick has to give up the secret about your farm. At 5 can't stand Negan, but in the short time you've known him, he leaves a lasting sort of impression.

Your first run-in with Negan was not without incident, leaving a certain impression on you. He was yiur typical ‘No More Mr. Nice Guy’ type, but in a way that really felt unique. If anything you were curious.

Especially after he had made you such a deal, he wouldn't even give Rick, given the backlash from him and his crew. You really couldn’t refuse. Two of his men would stay to guard the farm in exchange for fresh food for him and his compound. Negan, surprisingly, let Rick keep sharing the small half with you and what you chose to share. He explicitly said it was your choice to trust Rick, much to your surprise.

Negan also would make special visits to the farm and all for a simple chat or civil cinversation. At first, something he wasn't thought to be capable of. However, you thought maybe it was more for his love of apple pie, admitting it tasted like a slice of home for him.

Negan would lament on about how his own mom used to bake the best pies. You'd listen to his old stories, and to say he’d taken quite a liking to you wasn't much of a surprise. If anything, it was odd to have someone be so mean to others, and then you, they were almost a completely different person.

Today was ‘delivery day’ and Negan usually would only bring himself along for the pickups. He would get what he needed, chat for a minute, and then leave. It’s been two weeks since you’ve met Negan, and today, he seemed to need something different.

After his men left for The Sanctuary, he stayed behind. Which was odd for a man like Negan, who could have thought he had such a soft spot for the small things. Currently, he sat at your dining-room table enjoying a cup of coffee and a slice of pie. Something you only offered to very few, but he'd been hinting at it for days and we'll you had some extra supplies laying around. “Damn, this pie is to die for!” He exclaims, almost moaning in content as he dove into the dessert. You couldn’t help the small smile that slipped the danced onto your lips, dimples showing face as you watched him.

“Glad, you like it.” You reach over his shoulder to pour more coffee into his cup, elbow barely brushing contact his his forearm and Negan watches as you do so. His breath almost dies in his chest. His wives never dared to get this close to him. They weren't as gentle as you eirher. Usuallt they moved in quick movements, and he found himself frustrated they'd never get so close. it was unusual for someone to be so relaxed around him. He usually craved the power, to need people to bow to him, worship him, but you were so different. Two souls trapped, drastically different and worlds apart before now.

You reatreat from the table, and he chuckles, clearing his throat before speaking out. “Like it, darlin’. No.” He shakes his head, “Fucking loving it is more like it.” Negan grins at his own comment, and you manage to giggle a bit at that one. He joined, and man, did it feel so good to hear someone laugh. Especially when it wasn't forced, but he loved hearing you laugh at him. He watches as you return to work in the kitchen. Shoulders slack and back turned to him as you work on slicing veggies. The way your hand worked the knife and how your muscles would flex slightly with the action, he became lost in his thoughts. Ones of you, your soft skin, your eyes, the gentle tombre of your voice. That was all he was thinking about until you spoke up. Spooking him out of his trance.

“Negan, why are you so nice to me?” The question had caught him off guard to where he nearly choked on the pie. Nice? Was he being nice? Words that were so foreign to him, was he losing touch with himself, with the rules. He made sure to never forget why he became who he was.

"Aww, am I being too sweet on yah darlin'?" Negan comments from the table and you sigh.

"No, it's just-" You huff, it's frustrating to get things out, "You treat Rick and his people so much differently and-"

Negan clicks his tongue, "Ah, let me stop you right there, sweetheart. Rick and everyone else in his group are assholes. Entitled and selfless." He dropped the fork and cleared his throat. "Rick has killed more people than I ever have. Darlin' his past ain't pretty, and honestly, I'm glad he felt he didn't need to hurt you."

To be honest, you knew that Rick had a bit of a past. However, what Negan was presenting you with wasn't anything you ever heard about. Maybe he was just nice to you because you had provided food for him. If you hadn't, would they have left you for dead? It made you think.

So when next rolled by, the situation you found yourself was less than surprising. However, you never thought this would happen. It was only a matter of time before Rick had taken things into his hands.

He attempted to take more food than you offered to give. The two armed guards made sure to take care of that mess and shut it down before it escalated. Though they still had to radion in to Negan to let him know the situation.

Honestly, you hadn't thought Rick would or anyone from Alexandria would ever try anything, but the became desperate. So it seemed. The click of the radio was faint as one guard. Dwight, you remembered his name was, helped you up off the ground. "Uh, we got a red situation over at the farm."

All you knew was that someone was going to be in big trouble.

((Sorry I didn't post this Monday! I was at a family function all day and also I'm sitting to leave it at a cliff hanger! However if you wanna be added to the tag list let me know!

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Fresh Delivery |Negan S. X Fem!Reader | PT. ONE

Warnings: mentions of blood, explicit language, guns, kinks, cursing, negan being smug, mentions of iprisonment.

Story: Negan discovers a suspicious crate of fresh fruit. In order to keep anyone from dying Rick has to give up the secret about your farm. At first you can't stand Negan, but in the short time you've known him, he leaves a lasting sort of impression.

“Well." Negan drawls, turning his back to his men as they work to gather the last of the supplies. Every bullet, can of food, and hope snatched from the good people of Alexandria.

"Everything seems to be in order, Rick." He gives the officer a harsh pat on the shoulder, before he reached down to pry Lucille from his grasp. "You're band of heroes are doing a bang up job of gathering all this shit." He gestures to the items with the end of Lucille as Rick stood in silence giving Negan that famous ‘stink eye’, as he liked to call it. He was going to correct him for it, but as soon as he thought to chastise him one of the soldiers had a little slip up.

They had let one of the cases of fruit tip over. Fresh tomatoes, apples, and other delights tumble out onto the concrete. Leaving brusies behind on the skin as they thumped and rolled to a stop at the two men's feet. This said fruit was currently being looked over by Negan, who had not seen a single sign of a garden since taking over. His eyes narrowed and his grin returned. The air grows cold and tense as he bends down to pick up one of the apples. Rick’s whole body is frozen in place as Negan examines the fruit then slowly turns to face him.

“Rick?" The brunnette casts his gaze down before looking up at him. He holds up the ruined fruit, “Do you have any idea where these little delights came from?"

Surely the truth was just as dangerous as a lie. Either way someone would get hurt. Rick would only hope he'd just punish him by taking more supplies, but that wasn't how things worked. So a lie it was. “We found trees-“

“Bull-fucking-Shit.” He hisses, tossing the apple aside and pressing Lucille to his chest, tapping it ever so lightly, not even bothering to let Rick finish the lie. Negan wasn't dumb. He didn’t like it when people tried to make him look that way, sure he believed in a little fun but he got the shit done.

Apparently nobody learned anything from a few days ago, after he beat the crap out of two of the most important people in Rick’s original gang. Not a single thing. “Did you not learn your lesson the first time?” He snarls, hazel eyes narrowing dangerously as he eyes the dumbfounded expressions on Rick's face. Oh he caught him alright. “So, quit feeding me shit and tell me where the fucking fruit came from!”

Rich shakes his head a huffs in defeat. Sweat dripping from his brow as he locked eyes with Negan and gave in. “It’s a small farm.” He finally gives in. “She gives us fruit, in exchange for very little-"

“Oh, she?” His interest is piqued at the mention of a woman. “You let a little lady fend for herself, Rick. That’s cold!” He lets out a rolling chuckle, and smiles. It was odd that anyone would choose to be on their own versus living in a nice community. However, he knew that being on a farm was also a smart choice.

“Well lets go pay her a visit!” He waves his hand, and the other Saviors work quickly to pick up the fruit that fell. The other members stood in a small crowd watching their every move. Negan throws his hands up in the air. “We’ll give her the good ol’welcome wagon!” He hands off Lucille to Dwight, who lowers his weapon to take the bat. The leader turns and grabs Rick by the collar of his shirt, dragging him off like he was some dog towards one of the trucks, “Arat! We’ll be back. Keep an eye on the Brady bunch, will yah!”

It had been at least a week since Rick had come to see you. The Alexandrians had become close friends of yours after discovering your lovely little farm, which had been lucky enough to outlast the horrible world that surrounded the small walls of the land. Most farmers didn’t build walls like the ones you’d been graced with but it was necessary way before the biters walked the earth. From deer, to boars, and other such rodentia it prevented unnecessary destruction to the fresh garden and small patch of crops blessing your land. When Rick and his gang first came across the farm you were dry adamant about privacy, but grew to enjoy the company, and decided to pass on small crates of fresh foods on occasion since it was only you left standing to defend the farm.

However as you had been careful as to keep track of their visits, you’d notice it’s been a few days almost bordering on five since seeing Rick last. It was odd. Maybe they were busy with the herd. You knew that they had been planning for the worst, but you weren’t exactly sure. So you decided to make the decision to make the delivery yourself, you’d an abundance of fruit, veggies, and bread this season and you surely weren’t going to use it all before it was going to spoil.

As you gather the last of the fruit into one of the wooden crates, there was an unusual loud rumble from outside your gate. It sounded like a car, maybe two. Maybe it was Rick or maybe anyone from Alexandria, you drop the basket of tangerines and rush out to undo the wooden bar locking the metal gate in place. The walls were just high enough to provide coverage from the outside. So you missed the large truck and were in such a rush to make sure you’re friend was safe. So when the doors swung open to reveal Rick but not just him your face fell. He stood next to a much taller man stood behind him, his left arm hung around his broad shoulders. A large truck sat off to the side, one guy inside, and another tall, skinny, dirty blonde hair had a gun aimed on you and Rick.

The more animated one sported a huge grin and cocked his brow. "Ding-dong. Sorry I didnt ring the bell, darlin'."

You stood frozen watching between the two before you were able to say something, “Who?” You gasp, “What’s going on?” You are shocked by the situation. Had he turned on you?

“Listen, I’m so-”

“Ah, none of that Rick.” The older man speaks, swinging his right hand, handling the bat laced with barbwire up in his direction. You stumble back and he chuckles, “Dwight keep an eye on that will yah?” He shoves Rick towards the man he addressed, the guy in the truck sat unmoving watching. Rick shot this man a glare, but it was cut short by Dwight knocking him down on his knees. You lunged forward in order to help Rick, but your kept at bay by the quick movement of the stranger swinging out his bat towards your chest.

“Ah, not so fast darlin’. Rick deserved that one, he kept this little slice of heaven a secret then lied about it.” He was kind to inform you, “See Rick and his community are now under new management, but he still seems to forget the rules.” He chuckles, shoulders shrugging as he glanced back at Rick.

“Negan.” Rick hisses, “Leave her out of this. She’s on her own.” The bat at your chest lowers but does nothing to help steady the increasing beat of your heartbeat, the rise and fall of your chest comes in rapid movements.

“Ho-ly Shit!” Negan speaks out suddenly, “It’s just you out here?” He asks. As if he didn't figure that out back at the community.

You open your mouth to answer by are cut short by him once more, “Fancy livin’ you got there sweetheart. A little garden, some fresh crops, maybe a cow or two in the barn.” He tosses the weapon in his hands back and forth as he swaggers closer towards you. “So where is mama and pop-pop. I wanna meet the Mr. and the Missus."

With everything that happened in the moment, all of your adrenaline and confusion, you reached out and smacked him. Rick, despite his position, knew how Negan would react to such an action, and he wanted to help you, but the barrel that dug into his temple kept him still. "Not an inch." Dwight reminded him.

The man in the truck moved to aim his own weapon towards you. Negan holds him off with a wave of his hand. He chuckles, throaty and heartfelt, almost if he had enjoyed it.

“Day-yumn!” He nearly shouted, “You got quite a hand on yah, sweetheart.” He laughs as you clench your hands at your sides. He waits for a response or some kind of sass, but you say nothing. He leans down to be eye to eye, “Why don’t you give me a tour huh?” At this proximity you can smell the bitterness of beer and brisk scent of pine. When he didn’t get the reaction he wanted, he reached his gloved hand under your chin, finger digging into the flesh of your cheeks, “I said give me a fucking tour, princess. Don’t make me ask again.” He growled, your eyes trailing up his face.

Now you could really take in his features this close. The well trimmed peppered heart, perfect lips, hazel eyes you could lose yourself in. Sure he may have insulted your intelligence, but it felt good to have a man put you in your place. “Yes, Sir.” You reply without a beat. His lips pull into a smirk and he chuckles.

“See, Rick! We’re gettin’ along just peachy.” He finally releases your face and the dull ache in your jaw is only an afterthought as he kindly places a hand on your lower back and ushers you further towards the garden. “B-R-B.” He sings leaving his men to watch over Rick.

The gravel crunches beneath the weight of your steps as you and Negan approached the garden abundant with many fresh goodies. He swings his bat as he walks, "So what's your name, sweet cheeks?"

"Y/N, and that's all you're going to get out of me."

"Oh we'll see about that darlin'." Negan chimes in.

((So I had this all planned out and I think it'll do better in multiple parts. So keep checking back for more! Thank you for reading 📚))

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