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Vows Pt.3

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Series Summary:

The last battle with Negan doesn’t go as it should, with Negan coming on top, and so reader, Daryl’s girlfriend, offers herself as a wife to Negan if he doesn’t kill Daryl or anyone else. Negan accepts, he won’t kill anyone but will take reader as a wife, and he’ll take Daryl and some of the others to the Sanctuary as prisoners, promising not to hurt anyone if reader is one of his wives and the communities work for him.

This has both flashbacks to reader and Daryl’s story since meeting to now, and the present with reader living at the Sanctuary as a wife, trying to keep Daryl and their people safe, and she and the other wives dealing with Negan, plotting… (This is not a Negan x reader fic!)

Warning: It is very implied that reader has sex with Negan to keep Daryl and the others safe, even if I don’t write explicit sex.

You opened the door to Negan’s bedroom and walked inside. 

It was big, also with luxurious furniture, and a king-size bed, in which Negan was sat down against the headboard, seemingly swiping through a magazine, and he looked up at you as you walked in.

“Well, now…” Negan looked you up and down, whistling with that smile that made you anxious. “So that’s what was under all the dirt and baggy clothes…almost didn’t recognize you, doll.”

“Yeah, me neither…” You muttered.

The last time that you had wore something like that, a dress, makeup, it had been for Deanna’s party, and you had been feeling as ridiculous as now, barely recognizing you in the mirror either…

Then…

“Hello?”

You heard a woman’s voice and you looked down the stairs, finding one of those Alexandrian new neighbors of yours, and you wondered what the hell was she doing there. “Hey…you need something? You asked as you walked downstairs, you had been about to take a shower to try and get ready for the party that Deanna was hosting that night.

“No, sorry, I just came to bring you some things,” the woman explained. “The man gutting rabbits outside told me that you were inside and not much else.” The man gutting rabbits…you almost snorted. You should tell that to Daryl. “I bring you clothes.”

“Oh, thank you, but there were clothes already here.” More than what you had honestly expected.

“I know, but I wanted to bring you something else, I got you all girls some night dresses so you can choose for the night.” The woman grinned and even if it seemed ridiculous to you, she seemed nice and helpful, and so you didn’t say anything. “Also a bag of makeup and some razors, I bet you all are dying for it after all this time.”

No, not really, you hadn’t even thought about it… these Alexandrians really lived in another world. You didn’t want to be mean, though, and so you nodded curtly. “Okay, thanks.”

“I’ll leave you to get ready and I’ll see you tonight!”

Soon you were in the shower, scrubbing your body with the berry scented body wash. You had washed your hair a couple of days ago so you didn’t bother with it, you weren’t sure if it’d dry on time for the party. Once outside the shower, you glanced at the makeup bag and the razor. It was stupid, but the woman had managed to make you feel self-conscious, probably without meaning to, and so you ended up using it.

There were some hairpins too and you pulled your hair away from your face and into a half-updo, pinning it in place. One of the pins was bigger, decorated with a butterfly, and you placed it at the side of your head. You had to admit that it was pretty.

Looking at yourself in the big mirror of your bedroom, you decided that you looked…strange, you looked strange, with that dress, light makeup and all that. Like a girl playing dress-up. You moved from side to side, inspected yourself, and you only managed to feel more like an idiot…this didn’t suit you…you had thought that it was stupid, but still, part of you had hoped that you would look nice, but looking in the mirror, you could only think that you looked silly and strange, and like you were pretending to be someone who you weren’t.

You decided to stop looking at your reflection, afraid that you’d do something stupid like ruin your makeup or tear the dress, and instead, you went to look for Daryl to see if he’d made up his mind about going to the party or not.

You opened the front door and found Daryl still sat down on the porch. He looked up at you and scoffed. “You look ridiculous.”

You knew, deep down, that Daryl didn’t mean to hurt you, that he was moody since arriving at Alexandria, but you had been feeling ridiculous and silly enough by yourself, and it hurt. He was right, you looked ridiculous, you had been an idiot.

Your eyes filled with tears that you weren’t able to stop, and you turned around, rushing back into the house and almost running upstairs and into your room, closing the door behind you. You yanked the dress off you, almost getting tangled with it on your hustle, and throwing it to the floor. It was a dress stupid as you. You rubbed your tears, you’d ruin your make-up, but Daryl was right, you looked ridiculous.

The door of the room opened but you didn’t turn around. “Y/N…” Daryl called for you softly, but you were too embarrassed to look at him. The door closed again and Daryl walked to you. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m a prick.”

“You’re honest,” you said, hating that you sounded like you were crying.

“No.” You felt Daryl’s hand on your bare waist and then his lips on your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You said what you think.” You shrugged, struggling weakly when Daryl wrapped his arms around you to hold your back against his chest, but you gave in and let him hug you. “You’re right.”

“I don’t think that,” he murmured. “I was an asshole.”

“It’s stupid, having a party in the apocalypse, and shaving and putting on make-up and wearing ridiculous dresses,” you said bitterly. “And I did look ridiculous.”

“You don’t.” Daryl kissed your cheek and then let go of you. He picked the dress from the floor and before you knew what was happening, he had thrown it over your head and was trying to get your head through the neck hole and your arms through the straps, and when you ended up tangling in it you could help but laugh.

“Stop it, just…stop.” 

Daryl did stop, smiling softly when he saw you laughing, and you put on the dress properly, looking down shyly, but you couldn’t help your smile when you felt Daryl’s knuckles caressing your bare arm softly.

“You look nice,” he told you, and you scoffed. “You do.”

“You just say that to make me feel better.”

“No, you look nice, Y/N,” Daryl said again, kissing your lips softly before you could say anything, and then your forehead. “I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it. I know I ain’t…that I’ve been a prick since we arrived here…”

“You’re not.” You reached to hold his hand and squeeze it. “It’s just taking you time to adapt, and I understand, I feel strange too…we’ll get used to this place together, okay?” Daryl nodded, giving you a small, half-smile, and you kissed his lips again.

When you pulled back, Daryl cupped your face with his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek, before moving to the butterfly pin at the side of your hair. “I like it.”

“Thank you…” You bit your lip, smiling like an idiot. “I hadn’t wear hairpins in…forever.” You chuckled and Daryl kissed your cheek before pulling back. “Or makeup, or…” Something came to your mind and you felt shy again. “Daryl…does, uh…does it bother you that I, uh…that I hadn’t shaved in like…uh, forever, almost…”

Daryl blinked at you. “Are you seriously askin’ me that?” You shrugged and Daryl snorted.

“It’s just…you know…with all the dead walking, and like…surviving and there’s always stuff to do, and…going from here to there, and…yeah, surviving, all that…so I hadn’t even really thought about that until now…so…”

“Y/N.” Daryl stopped you, looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were making a big deal out of it. “I don’t give a fuck.”

“Okay…okay…good…” You smiled and chuckled at yourself, you didn’t know what had gotten into you that day. “I should fix my make-up…”

Daryl nodded and looked at the bathroom. “I, uh…I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Are you?” You knew he still felt weird about it and all these Alexandria commodities.

“Hmm hmm…guessed that I should before goin’ to that damn party.” Daryl shrugged and you couldn’t believe his words.

“Are you coming?” You grinned and Daryl nodded. “Thank you, Daryl, really.” Daryl didn’t say anything, just shrugged again and kissed your forehead before getting into the bathroom, and you went to find him some clean clothes while he showered, looking at yourself in the mirror again…maybe you didn’t look that ridiculous…

Now…

“Look at me, darling,” Negan said, and you forced yourself to do so. “Are you scared of me?” He asked and you shook your head, you would never admit that. “Good. In case those others didn’t tell you, I don’t hurt my wives. Now get that pretty ass in here.”

You could have said many things. How he was already hurting you, having your family, friends, Daryl captive, with the threat of them being tortured and killed, forcing you to be with him…but you didn’t see the point on saying anything like that, it’d just lead to arguing, and you didn’t want to risk the safety of anyone by contradicting Negan and angering him, and so you just did as you were told, and went to join him on bed.

*

You were sat down on Negan’s bed, sheets wrapped around you to cover your body, no matter that he had just seen you naked. Negan was sat down too, and you weren’t looking at him but you felt his eyes on you. You glanced at him, finding him looking at you with that smirk of him, and you looked away again.

“Can I leave?” You said.

“So soon already, darling?” He purred. “You don’t want a repeat.”

You shrugged. “Abby said they were going to watch a movie.”

“And you rather watch a movie than bang your hot, brand new husband?”

“Do you want me to answer that?” You said before could stop yourself, and Negan’s dangerous smile grew. He scooted closer, reaching out to tangle his fingers in your hair, and you tried not to squirm away.

“You know what I think would be even more fun than bang you?” Negan purred and you shrugged. “Bang you and then go tell dear Daryl everything that you and I do…you think he’d try to kill me? I think so, yeah, he’s a rabid dog with no brain, of course he would try, that’d kill him…if I didn’t kill him first…hell, we could just go and get at it in his cell, that would be fun…”

You slapped Negan, hard, and you didn’t know who was more shocked at it, Negan or you. You looked at him with wide, scared eyes, while Negan looked at you in silence, and then a smile spread across his face.

“If you wanted to turn me on, you managed.” Negan chuckled, but then he grabbed your wrist. “Never slap me again if I don’t ask you or I’ll cut Daryl’s hand and bring it to you. Got it?” You nodded and Negan smiled in that way of his. “Good girl...” He purred

Negan didn’t say anything for a couple of tense minutes, seeming to study you. “I can see you biting your tongue all the time around me, don’t think I don’t notice, trying to be all nice and proper...” He chuckled. “But every time I say anything about Daryl? You lose it. You’d kill for him, don’t you?”

“Already did.” You nodded. “As you can see…I’d do pretty much anything for him.” You waved at Negan.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Negan smiled darkly. “I wonder what he did to deserve it…I think he’s just a dirty, stupid dog. You know, I always say, people are resources, everyone is useful, but him? I think I’ve had him around enough to know that he’s worth nothing.”

You were about to explode again, to punch Negan, your brain losing its common sense for a second at his words, but you noticed Negan’s shit-eating grin and you realized that it was what Negan was trying to accomplish, and you stopped yourself.

“Sorry doll, don’t take it to heart, I just like to jab you about him, you look adorable, getting all cute and angry, it’s fun.” He chuckled again.

“Yeah, it’s super fun to talk shit about my boyfriend and joke about raping me in front of him,” you muttered angrily.

“Excuse you? Watch that tongue of yours. There’s a strict no rape policy in this place and everyone better fucking knows than to mess with that rule. Already castrated and left to bleed out a couple of men for that.”

You looked at Negan at that, and he did seem to believe what he was saying, you almost scoffed. “Negan. You have sex slaves.”

“Excuse you again? I have wives…and the spoilest wives in all this shit of a wasteland. You all said yes, no one of my wives is here against their will, and if you are, then you can leave in this fucking moment, doll.”

“And let you torture Daryl, then?” You said and Negan shrugged as if it was obvious. “Then, I’m not free to go.” You scoffed.

“You are, you agreed to make a deal with me,” Negan insisted and you gave up, there was no point on keep talking about that. Whether he didn’t see that by making you sleep with him in order to keep Daryl safe, it was pretty much the same as him forcing you to have sex with him , or if it was just that he didn’t want to see it, you didn’t care, there was no point on talking about it.

“Whatever…I want to go watch a movie, can I?”

“Sure, doll…you’re free to do as you please,” Negan said and you tried not to scoff. “Don’t be mad, doll, I was just teasing you about our dear Daryl, I know he’s not good for nothing, I liked him, I wanted him as a savior.” You nodded, you guessed that it’d be best to leave on Negan’s good side, for the sake of Daryl.

“Okay.”

Negan placed his hand on your neck, pulling you to him and kissing you, and again you had to stop yourself from shoving him away. “Go watch a movie …but since you don’t want to have more fun, say to any of the others to come here, they can pick who.”

You groaned internally, you didn’t want to make any of the others have to go to sleep with Negan because of you. “Okay, we can fuck again, whatever.” You grumbled and Negan chuckled.

“You’re so cute when you’re annoyed, doll.” He gave you that shit-eating grin. “No, I don’t want to spend you on your first night here, come on, go enjoy your movie, and tell someone else to get their pretty ass here.”

“Okay…” You couldn’t help it, and maybe you were selfish, but you were relieved. You got up from the bed, trying to reach the nightgown to get dressed without letting go of the sheet, but Negan yanked it away from you, taking you by surprise, and you gasped, making him let out an amused chuckle and slap your ass when you cursed under your breathe. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, doll,” Negan said once you were dressed and you nodded awkwardly without looking at him, squirming out of the room.

Once back to the wive’s main room, everyone turned to look at you, and you wrapped yourself in the robe, self-conscious.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Noemi asked you and you nodded.

“He, uh…said that he wants any of you now…” 

“Seriously?” Frankie looked at you. “You were already there, couldn’t you leave him spent enough?” You weren’t sure if she was annoyed or joking, but some of the others chuckled.

“I, uh…I’m sorry…” You murmured.

“So…who’s going?” Frankie asked.

“I’ll do it,” Lila chimed in. “So I’m picking the movie tomorrow.”

“You always want to watch that romantic crap,” Abby complained.

“Would you rather go?” Lila retorted.

“Nah, okay, we’re watching romantic crap tomorrow.”

Lila nodded and got up, making her way to Negan’s bedroom, and you watched her go, feeling guilty, though nobody seemed to make a big deal out of it. You guessed they were used to stuff like that.

“Come on, sit down to watch a movie,” Noemi told you. “We also got you something to eat.”

“I, uh…thank you, but…start without me, I…I want to have a shower again…”

Noemi squeezed your arm softly. “Okay, sweetheart, dinner will be waiting for you when you’re ready.” You nodded and went to the shower again.

When you walked out of the bathroom, some of the others looked at you but they didn’t say anything, letting you be. You walked to your room and noticed that Amber was in the bedroom that she shared with Lila. She was lying on the bed and crying, and you wondered if something had happened while you were with Negan.

You didn’t try to ask her, or to comfort her, everyone seemed to just be letting her be, and you felt like crying enough yourself, you didn’t think that you could be of any help, and instead you went to your bedroom. 

You took off the robe and put on one of those black dresses, wishing that you had something else. You had hidden Daryl’s shirt under the mattress and you took it. You sat down on the bed and wrapped the shirt around you, snuggling with it. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine that you were with him, somewhere else, somewhere safe, at home, Alexandria, the prison, anywhere but there.

The door of your bedroom opened and Abby walked in, closing the door behind her. You thought that she might scold you about being again holding Daryl’s shirt, but she didn’t say anything about it, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“The first day is the worst…it’ll become routine at some point,” she told you, as if trying to comfort you, but you couldn’t see it becoming routine at any point. “Hey…We’ve been talking while you were away. We’re going to trust you with something.”

You looked at Abby at that, confused. “What?”

“Negan can’t know about this, if you cross us, don’t think we’d go softer on you for that than he would, okay?” Abby warned you and you nodded, frowning. She gave you a small plastic package with some pills inside, and you just frowned more.

“What’s this?”

“This one is a morning-after pill.” Abby pointed at one. “The others are contraceptive pills, we don’t have many left, but they should last us for a few months, better take those than having to take another morning after one. I’m guessing you don’t want to end up with baby Negan even if he wants it.”

“Shit…” You hadn’t even thought about that, and it took you a bit not to straight-up panic. “Shit…yes, yes, thank you…” You took the morning-after pill and swallowed it without even bothering to get some water.

“Hide those better than you hide that shirt,” Abby told you and you nodded.

“How did you get these?” You didn’t think that contraceptive pills were easy to find, condoms were scarce enough, and then they had to smuggle those in there if Negan didn’t want them to take them.

“A while ago Negan ordered a run on a big, big pharmacy,” Abby began to explain. “Some saviors died, but the loot they brought was incredible…including packs of those, I heard some saviors talking about it and we convinced one to give us some, Arat. She and Lila used to shag and we told her that we’d tell Negan about it and convince him that she was pestering Lila if she didn’t get us the pills. It worked.”

You didn’t know what to say to all that, and you just blinked at Abby. “Okay…thanks.”

“This place is kind of a soap opera sometimes, you’ll see it,” Abby smiled as if trying to make you feel better. “And Lila…I guess she has a thing for baddies or something. Arat? They say that she and Simon butchered all men in another settlement, Oceanside, including the kids.”

“Shit…” You didn’t want to think it.

“But Lila was really into her…and the other day, she said that all this shit with Negan could be worse because at least he is hot.” Abby scoffed and so did you.

“Yeah, he looked really hot while bashing the head of my friends with his bat,” you spat.

“What about you, uh? Your man, Daryl, I got a glance at him the last time that he was here, he looks like a bad boy too,” Abby teased, as if trying to take your mind off Negan, Arat and all that shit, and you snorted.

“He’s not…well, I mean…he has his things…” Oh, and he had been such an asshole most of the time, when you two had begun surviving together at the beginning of it all, but you had always thought there was something else deep down…very deep down. He’d grown so much since then. “And yeah…yeah, he rocks the look.” You chuckled. “But he has the kindest, selfless heart I’ve met. He’s the best man I know.”

Abby didn’t say anything, giving you a kind smile, and you buried your face in Daryl’s shirt, inhaling his scent again, before looking at Abby. “What does Negan have on you, your husband too?”

Abby shook her head. “My little sister and my nephew. He needs insulin, we couldn’t pay for it, I wasn’t going to let my little sister become a wife so I did. I thought that greedy bastard might want both of us as wives, but for now, he seems content enough just with me while my sister works cleaning, and I work hard to keep it like that.”

You felt like you had misjudged Abby and her appearance when you first saw her and her Barbie, perfect porn wife look, and you felt a bit bad about it, but you didn’t know what to say. “I hate this place and all this shit.”

“I know…” Abby nodded. “But it is what it is. Now come on, we’re watching Pretty Woman to jot tips on how to lure and seduce guys.”

“Seriously?”

Abby snorted. “No, just other old movies, we have some DVDs, we’ve watched them all already, but it’s better than nothing. Come on, you have to eat too.” She got up from the bed.

“Wait…it’s Amber okay?”

Abby let out a sigh and flopped down onto the bed again. “No, she’s not, but we don’t know what to do anymore, when she’s not crying, she’s drinking, and it’s just a matter of time that Negan gets pissed if she starts crying on him all the time,” Abby began to explain. “This happened like a week ago or so. Amber had a boyfriend, she kept seeing him, Negan found out and he was pissed. Cheating on him? I thought he might kill her, but he didn’t…the boyfriend, though, he was ironed like Dwight. But he didn’t make it, infection killed him…and, yeah, Amber is having a hard time dealing with that.”

“Yeah, no shit…” You wondered if you’d ever stop feeling horrified at this place. “What the hell is this place, why are these people like that, what’s wrong with them?” 

Abby just shrugged. “So, you know…in case you were thinking about sneaking to see your beau…don’t.”

“Yeah, didn’t sound like the best idea anyway…” You scoffed.

“Yeah…come on, let’s watch the movie.”

*

So...yeah, reader has to get at it with Negan and I’m afraid it won’t be the last time. But there was a flashback, a idea for a Daryl scene that I had wanted to write for a while. The flashbacks on the next chaptes are going to be about him and reader meeting, and starting their relationship. Honestly, the flashbacks and the relationship between the wives are my favorite part of this fic.

If you enjoyed this, comments and reblogs are always more than welcome, thanks.

Also, as always, excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

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A Not So Merry Christmas Chapter 3

Summary: Negan has some ugly revelations on his path

Warnings: Angst ( Lots of it), Mentions of Infidelity, Swearing, Mentions of death

Author’s Note: This chapter was pretty hard for me to write. I tried to explain everything about his past at once. And, you don’t know what it’s coming for you guys. Please don’t kill me after this chapter lmao

‘’What?’’ Negan slurred. That was the only thing that could come out from his mouth at the moment.

Shock surrounded his whole body. He literally had no idea where he was, or what fucking was The Sanctuary. The room was definitely his style, except for mounted animals. He’d never been a fan of dead animals on the walls. However, Lilith would fucking despise this room and that was the reason why he hadn’t furnished theirs with dark furniture.

He blinked several times before taking a full glance at the man who was standing before him. Funny enough, Negan knew the man very well. He was his childhood best friend Simon, they grew up together and Simon was a bartender in the same small town. Long story short, he died in a terrible car accident three years ago and naturally, Negan hasn’t seen the man since then, but at the very moment Simon was standing in front of him, very much alive and a stressful expression on his face.

''That’s odd'' Negan mused.

It was evident that Simon was tired and, maybe, little bit scared… It was strange, though, cause no matter how intimidating Negan was Simon was one of the few people who was never afraid of him. The others were Rick and Lilith but Negan quickly pushed the thought of them off his mind.

Simon cleared his throat, waiting for to find the right words. Negan hasn’t been himself since that horrific day but he did never forget where he was before. It was new and very much worrying for Simon.

‘’Negan, I know that you don’t wanna fucking remember or acknowledge what had happened a month ago, but you need to find a way to get yourself together. This place needs you.’’ Simon spoke with a soft, caring tone. He knows that his boss, best friend is hurting nevertheless, but, also he is very much needed. There's no way Simon could run The Sanctuary without Negan and, to be honest, he is worried for his friend’s mental health too. It isn’t like they could afford a psychologist these days.

Negan slowly got up from the bed without saying another word to Simon. He was wearing the grey sweatpants and white t-shirt he wore last night just before going to the bed in his own room.

He slowly moved the curtains aside and took a quick glance from window. The view had him shocked. There were lifeless, rotten corpses chained to the fence of the building and a few men with prisoner suits triying to tie them down.

Where the fuck was he? If this was a nightmare then it was, for sure the most horrific and unpleasant one.

‘’What the fuck are they doing?’’ Negan said with a loud voice. It wasn’t his intention to sound angry towards his friend but he couldn’t help it.

Simon was watching the same scenery from window. Though, unlike his friend, it was a pretty usual scene for him.

‘’You ordered for the remained Alexandrians to deal with the biters as a first thing in the morning, boss.’’ Simon shrugged his shoulders and explained like there was nothing wrong with it.

Negan furrowed his brows. His face was frowned. ‘’Biters?’’ He asked with a genuine confused voice.

Simon took a deep breath before his next words. He slowly put his hand on Negan’s shoulder as a supporting manner. ‘’Look, Negan. I know you’re suffering and I wish we could go back in time and make things right but, as you can fucking see, that’s not the case. Locking yourself in that mind of yours and trying to forget everything might have seemed a better choice but it’s not. You have to move on.’’ He was watching Negan with almost pitying eyes.

‘’Plus, Rick the Prick has started to be a pain in the ass. You need to take care of him, too.’’ Simon stated.

Rick? If he’s in this shit hole then, maybe he knows what the actual fuck is going on too.

Negan nodded towards his best friend, licking his lips. ‘’Okay. Fucking wait outside while I put on decent fucking clothes then.’’

Simon turned and left the room just like an obedient dog.

An inanimate object caught his eye. A barbed wired baseball bat is just standing beside his wardrobe. It had a few scratches on it, but other than that the bat looked fine and, well, deadly. Probably it’s a fucking weapon for dealing with the moving corpses.

As Negan went through the drawers he couldn’t help but think about the one person he needed at the moment.

Lilith… Maybe it was all her doing, since she was always talking about witchy stuff he hadn’t believed nor given a second thought. What if it was his punishment for breaking her heart?

‘’Bull-fucking-shit.’’ He muttered under his breath. Negan wasn’t an illogical person. Of course, he believed in things like religion, and he considered himself a believer. He wasn’t religious or something but he understood the religion, at least the logical parts of it.

I’m trying to rationalize this fucking hell hole with irrational things. He told himself.

But when he opened the drawer he met his very own clothes. Bunch of white shirts he loved so much and his one and only leather jacket, and lots of black shirts.

‘’You fucking kidding me?!’’ He roared with an uncontrollable anger. He was rubbing his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He dressed hastily and got out of the room with heavy, rushed steps. His heart was pounding in his stomach.

Simon watched him with a concerned glance. Thinking about if he should inform him about the absence of his precious bat, probably he forgot to take it and considering his commitment to the object, he decided to tell Negan.

‘’Boss, I see you’re pretty preoccupied today. You left Lucille in the room.’’ Simon said in a humoristic way. Trying to hide his worries with a reassuring smile.

WHAT THE FUCK FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK?

Negan’s face fell instantly. He felt the blood in his veins going cold. His already pale and tired face became paler in seconds. He could feel the wave of nausea  washing him.

‘’What the fuck did you just say?’’ He tried to sound firm but failed miserably. He could barely speak and his voice was shaky.

Simon was shocked. His friend had never spent a day without Lucille by his side, but, apparently the latest events had Negan shook more than Simon had cared to admit. So, he took a deep breath and decided to drop asking about the famous bat. ‘’Let’s get you something to eat first, then we’ll take care of everything else.’’ He put his hand on Negan’s shoulder with a soothing manner.

As they started to walk in long, dim hallway Negan tried to convince himself that this wasn’t happening for real, it was just a dream, a fucking trick of his drunk mind, but, unfortunately he couldn’t bring himself to believe that the place wasn’t real.

He meant to ask Simon what was going on and what he fucking exactly meant by ‘’Lucille’’, but he was already feeling so goddamn tired, and he shouldn't scare Simon if he wants to get out of this place.

‘’You’re quiet, boss. Care to share your thoughts?’’ Simon interrupted in an attempt to collect the attention of Negan.

Negan closed his eyes for a second and tried to sound normal to his death but somehow alive friend. If he wanted to know about where he fucking was then he had to play by the rules.

‘’So many things but I’m just feeling fucking tired and goddamn hungry, y’know.’’ He dropped the words with an uninterested tone.

As two men walked towards the stairs they passed by a grand wooden doored room. The door was open, so, Negan forced himself to look the other way. He didn’t want to come face to face with anybody else, especially if the person was someone he knew. He didn’t know if he could take it. What if Lilith was in there? But, he caught glimpse of an enormous crystal chandelier and shiny shelves filled with alcohol.

Despite his efforts to avoid the parlor a petite, feminine form slightly moved and caught his attention.

‘’Negan?’’ A soft, almost afraid feminine voice was heard in the empty hallway.

When Negan turned around he couldn’t recognize the blonde immediately but felt a strange familiarity.

I’M IN FUCKING HELL.

The blonde was twirling with her long hair. She had a concerned expression on her pretty face. Her baby blue eyes were wide with curiosity and hesitation.

Negan tried to remember the blonde’s name. It had to be something like Amanda or Amber.

Amber… She was one of the women Negan had cheated on Lucille with. He met her during one of his team’s matches. She was the sister of one of his students, and he fucked her in that particular evening on the benches. They had fooled around for a few times but she had become clingy over time and made herself believe in stuff like he was going to left Lucille for her. So, he had put her away like the trinkot she was and looked ahead for his fair share of women.

Negan’s throat was closing up. He could feel his stomach dropping and cold sweat was running down from his back. If hell is real then it is this exact place.

‘You’ve been avoiding us for a month… I wanted to know if you’re okay, y’know, if we can help.’’ She said with the same calm and hopeful tone Negan had known back then.

We? What the fuck is we?

Without thinking Negan walked towards to the parlor and felt a delicious horror with what he has just seen.

Four women, clad in black dress and high heels, looking pretty with their makeup on. And, unfortunately, Negan knew every one of them very well. He had forgotten their names in time but couldn’t forget their faces. He hated them with every cell in his body and they made him hate himself even more. They were the cruel evidence what he had done to the two women he had loved so dearly.

Sherry,

She was the first woman he had cheated on Lucille with. They were neighbors. Sherry lived in the house across from Negan’s, and she was married but, of course, it didn’t stop him. They had an affair going on for at least two or three months.

She had always find Negan attractive and when she came to him he couldn’t find the strength to say no to her. They ended the affair when her husband, Dwight found out.

Tanya, she was a simple lay. Negan met her in a restaurant. She was working as a waitress there and looking forward for a one night stand. He was supposed to book that restaurant for Lucille’s birthday but when he saw the deep V neck blouse Tanya was wearing he immediately forgot about his wife, as always, and took her to the first motel he could find.

They fucked roughly that night and Negan went back to home, to find out that his Lucille had cancer.

And, the redhead, Frankie. He didn’t have to force his mind to remember the details with her cause what had happened with her was recent. She was the first and last woman he cheated on Lilith with.

When he asked Lilith to move in with him she didn’t say yes immediately, like he had imagined. So, they got into a meaningless stupid fight because of his insecurities and he hit the bar that night. Determined to get drunk like an ass but, what he hadn’t planned was fucking the redhead who was giving him come and fuck me eyes for whole night.

He ended up fucking her there and then in the small bar toilet and couldn’t shake the fact that he wasn’t fully drunk while he was fucking her against the wall, making her scream his name over and over. He got mad at Lilith and tried to get revenge on her…

When he came to his senses he was already at his own home, looking at the caller ID of Lilith. Thinking about calling her and telling what he'd done that night but he couldn’t bring himself to do it because he knew that Lilith would never forgive him. She’d leave him in the blink of an eye and never look back.

He wasn’t strong enough to live without her, at least that was what he thought, he had no idea what guilt was gonna make him do back then and he passed out on his couch. Tears on the corners of his eyes and vomit on his lips.

Negan was looking at them but wasn’t able to understand what they were saying to him. All the four women’s mouths were moving but he couldn’t hear them. His ears were pounding so hard that for a moment, he thought he was going to black out. Oh, how that was the only thing he wanted at the moment.

What did him bring back to reality was Sherry’s sickening touch. She was shaking his shoulders gently, trying to tell him something.

‘’Negan, we’re your wives. You can’t neglect us like that.’’ Sherry stated with an unpleasant tone.

‘’GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!’’ Negan roared. His throat was one fire. He was pretty sure that he damaged his vocal cords.

‘’I’m fucking done with you. Get the fuck out. I don’t wanna see any fucking of you ever a-fucking-gain. Get out of my fucking sight before I fucking kill you!’’ He yelled like an animal. His saliva was on the corners of his mouth.

‘’D-do you want me to give you a m-massage? Don’t mind Sherry. I-if you’d like, of course.’’ Frankie asked with a scared voice from the place she was sitting. She was fumbling with her fingers, afraid.

‘’You! Especially you! If you say one fucking more word I’m going to fucking chain you to the fence. Get the fuck out before I come fucking back.’’ Negan yelled the last time and got out of the room, never looking back.

Simon was sweating while trying to catch up with Negan. He hadn’t seen his friend that angry since the day he had slaughtered all of the other communities.

‘’Simon!’’ Negan barked. His hazel colored eyes were almost dark with danger. He was fuming like an animal.

‘’Yes, boss.’’ Simon tried to sound obedient , finally catching up with Negan’s faster than lightning steps.

‘’I want them fucking gone by the end of the day. Do you fucking understand me? I don’t wanna fucking see any of them. If they wouldn’t be gone until tonight, then you’ll be the one to take their punishments. Am I fucking clear?’’ Negan hinted with a dangerous voice.

‘’Yes, sir, boss. Don’t worry.’’ That was the exact thing Simon was afraid of. Having to deal with his wives. They were all bitchy and spoiled. He didn’t know how to remove them from The Sanctuary, but he had to find a way if he wants to live.

Finally, they got to the first floor and Negan found himself in a pool of people. They were clothed badly and he couldn’t say they were living under hygienic circumstances either.

When people realized Negan was there they got on their knees immediately. However, Negan wasn’t in a state to understand why they were kneeling so he began to wander around in hopes to get something to eat and maybe find another familiar face, though, he wasn’t sure if seeing one more person from his prior life is gonna make him feel good.

Simon cleared his throat as an attempt to warn Negan. ‘’Ugh, boss, you need to…’’ He showed the still kneeling people.

He furrowed his brows. He had to tell them to stand up? ‘’Alright, okay. Stand the fuck up. I don’t have whole fucking day.’’

As people stood up the whispers started immediately. All of them were shocked with Negan’s attitude. Sure, he hasn’t been himself lately but he’d never forgotten to tell them ‘’As you were.’’

‘’Umm, boss.’’ Simon nudged Negan’s arm with his elbow. ‘’You always say as you were when you’re ordering people to stand up, but I guess, you’re pretty tired today.’’ Simon said as if people kneeling before Negan wasn’t something important.

Am I a fucking cult leader? Lilith, if it’s your doing then you’re fucking right. I deserve all of this shit.

His hunger and the abominable morning he was having made Negan’s whole body ache. Sure, he also wanted to cry and crash every fucking thing he could find but he, also, wasn’t sure if his mental state and body could take it.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of brownish red locks. The woman’s back was turned and she was wearing a pastel pink flannel. For a moment, he thought about the woman who was occupying his mind, his heart and his whole being but he quickly realized that the woman wasn’t the one he was looking for.

Jane… Lilith’s mother. She was having a chit chat with an older lady. She sounded nice but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she wasn’t happy. Instead, her sadness was dripping on her face. Her bright blue eyes were absent from their usual joy. They were full with a grey melancholy.

Jane was quick to realize that someone was watching her, and that someone was the only person she hated with every fiber in her body.

She abruptly stopped her chit chat with the older lady and turned to Negan. If looks could kill Negan would have been dead by now. Jane was practically throwing daggers at him with her intense glare.

‘’How dare you? How dare you are standing there, living your life after what you’ve done?! Have you no fucking shame? How could you continue to fuck your wives after… a-after.’’ She let out a sob, couldn’t finish her sentence.

The whispers had stopped. All of the people were in silence and shock. They stood there, watching the scene unfold before them.

Negan was stunned. He couldn’t keep himself from thinking that what he had done to Lilith this time… How badly did he hurt her? And wives? He couldn’t touch any other women after that disgusting night full of regret and guilt.

Jane took a deep breath and let the words out from her trembling lips. Her face was shiny from the tears she couldn’t stop. ‘’I fucking hate you. You’d better watch out, Negan.’’ She said his name like it’s a disease.

‘’When I have the chance, and I swear to god, I will. I’m going to fucking kill you. I’m going to fucking bleed you ‘till you go fucking numb and then I’ll kill you. You fucking monster.’’ Jane spit on the ground before turning back and going back to her work.

Negan could feel his heart is squeezing so badly. He immediately left the building and found himself in the yard of The Sanctuary.

He was sweaty and feeling dizzy. Bending, he couldn’t keep it together anymore and threw up his empty stomach, only bile coming out from his mouth.

When he straightened up he found Simon beside him.

He was standing there, unsure of what to do. Negan was being hard on himself and according to Simon’s experiences the day has triggered a panic attack for his boss.

Negan finally caught his breath. His face was dreading colour but he forced himself to be strong. At least, he had to know about Lilith. He had to find her and make this right.

What if he cheated on her with those five women and she saw it, or she was pregnant and she lost it because of him being such a dickhead. Maybe, she was with someone else, trying to be happy and forget him.

To be honest, Negan would be miserable and sad for the rest of his life if Lilith is moved on and happy with someone else, but that was the only thing she had deserved from the beginning. A healthy relationship with a person who loves her and makes her feel loved.

So, Negan took a deep breath and braced himself for what was coming, and asked the inevitable question.

‘’Simon, where is Lilith?’’ His voice was filled with exhaustion, fear and a little bit hope.

Simon didn’t know how to answer this question. He could mince the words and gain some time or left his question unanswered but this would be the cruelest thing for Negan.

In Simon’s mind Negan already knew the answer but apparently didn’t want to face it, so his mind had deleted the truth or hided in somewhere.

Therefore, he decided not to sugar coat his answer or delay the unbearable ugly truth. So, he let the words out without giving a second thought about it.

‘’Negan, Lilith is dead.’’

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@buttercandy16​ 

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

Thinking of writing a little 6 part one-shot about the Wives inspired by 10 minute All Too Well. Any interest in me cross-posting on here?

[dixonlvr-online]

Is it worth it?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Negan x Reader, Carl x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Sexual relationship by coersion (nothing more graphic than kissing is described), Negan >:(

Genre: Angst

Challenge: Loss of needs / Oh no, you're a morning person / "No, anything but that." @fictober-event fanfiction - The Walking Dead

The black dress you wore was itchy. It was also a little too tight, which combined with the itchiness, made it the most frustrating piece of clothing you owned.

You guessed you owned it. You weren’t sure how possession worked around here, in the Sanctuary. If the dress was yours because you wore it everyday or if the dress was Negan’s because, well, everything was Negan’s.

How did I end up here? you questioned yourself daily. Of course, you knew how you got there, and if you had the choice to do it again, you would.

Two weeks ago, Negan had arrived in Alexandria for his first visit. One week early. You watched as they raided each house, taking your mattresses, dirtying your clothes, mocking your tastes. It was humiliating, to say the least. But what really got you fuming was the man they’d brought along to taunt you: your husband, Daryl.

They’d dressed him up in oversized clothes, clearly beaten him into submission, and were doing everything in their power to humiliate him in front of his family. When one of them pushed him to the ground, you finally lost it, punching the man in the face. That had gotten you pinned down, one of the Saviors ready to shoot you while Daryl fought the rest. Then Negan appeared, his devilish smile and calculating eyes taking in the situation.

He’d made you an offer: come back with him and be one of his wives, or watch him cut off Daryl’s hand for your disobedience. You’d taken the former, obviously. It wasn’t even a question.

Now here you sat, reading in the lounge with the rest of the wives, listening in on Sherry comforting a sobbing Amber. You’d grasped the rules here pretty quickly, and knew that Amber’s secret boyfriend Mark was a goner after neglecting his duties to see her. It was easy to blend in here, to ask questions, when you were only seen as one of Negan’s wives. You logged all the information you could, hoping it would prove helpful in the long-term.

The door opening interrupted your thoughts, and you let out a gasp at who stood before you. Carl, head down, stood beside a cheerful Negan. He raised his eyes slowly, locking on yours. You shook your head subtly, warning him not to reach out. It would get one of you hurt, and would make your job here a lot harder. He nodded in understanding.

You resumed your reading, though your eyes just skimmed the page. You saw Negan pull Sherry over from the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t hear what they said. With Negan distracted, you gestured to Carl. He watched your movements carefully, without revealing your attempt at communication. 

With your eyes, you sent him a question: What are you doing here? Are you safe? He nodded, indicating he was here of his own will and not being harmed. You relaxed a little, but still wanted to know what he was doing here. Before you could gesture again, Negan was striding over to you.

“Hello, doll,” he grinned, reaching a hand out to pull you up. “You recognize the kid over there? ‘Course ya do! You were livin’ with him two weeks ago!” You shot him a tight grin, averting your gaze from Carl.

“Don’t you worry, darlin’, I haven’t touched a hair on his head. He’s our guest today. You makin’ him comfortable, ladies?” He directed the last statement to the room, to which the women responded with low murmurs of affirmation. He chuckled, turning back to you.

“Anyways. I wanted to ask you somethin’,” he said. You furrowed your brows. In the time you’d been here, Negan had only asked one thing of you: to come to his bedroom occasionally and commit unspeakable acts. You couldn’t imagine that’s what he wanted now, but you shivered at the thought regardless.

Before he could speak, the door opened again. You quickly cut your eyes away, not wanting Negan to see your reaction. Standing before you was Daryl, accompanied by Dwight, who held him tightly by the shirt. You spared a brief glance at him, your eyes meeting for a second before the both of you looked away. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen each other here, and it was painful every time.

Negan grinned between you, clearly enjoying the discomfort this caused. He cleared his throat, returning his gaze to you definitively.

“My dear Y/N, what I wanted to ask you was…” he paused, shooting a devilish grin at Daryl. “Do you love me, dear wife?”

You froze. You’d been asked this before, almost every encounter you’d had with him, actually, but it never failed to make you shudder inside. Of course you didn’t love this monster, but you knew the role you’d been given. But saying it in front of Daryl, the man you truly loved more than anything…

You met Negan’s eyes. The humor behind them indicated he knew exactly what he was doing, and he took great pleasure in tormenting your husband. You cleared your throat, eyes averted.

“Yes,” you muttered. Negan gripped your face, raising your chin to meet his eyes. 

“Yes, what?” he growled. You swallowed.

“I love you,” you ground out, pulling out of his grip. He laughed, and you couldn’t help but glance at Daryl. He had his head down, clearly trying to hide all emotion, but you could see he was fuming inside. Negan reached for your face once again.

“Shall we seal it with a kiss?” he said. Without waiting for a response, he pulled you to him, shoving your lips against his. You couldn’t make yourself kiss him back, but he was persistent. He drew it out as long as he could, before pulling away with a smile.

As soon as his back was turned, you faced Daryl. This time, he met your gaze, a look of resignation in his eyes. He wouldn’t blame you, you knew that, but it still hurt nonetheless. You peeled your eyes away from him, needing to catch your breath.

Negan gestured for the men to leave, and with one last look at you, Daryl was gone. You collapsed into a chair, your head between your hands, wondering if this position you’d gotten yourself into was really worth it.

–

You were startled by a quiet knock on the door. The rest of the girls had gone down for dinner, but you’d claimed not to be hungry. Instead, you curled up with a book, hoping to transport yourself out of this life for a while.

The knock was unexpected, and confusing. No Savior would ever knock that quietly, that politely. You gathered yourself and walked over, inching the door open. You gasped at the sight in front of you.

Daryl, in new clothes, stood before you, gesturing for you to hurriedly get back inside. He followed you in, shutting the door behind him, and pulled you into the far corner. You couldn’t speak, could barely breathe. You knew this was not a sanctioned visit, and if he was found in here, they would kill him.

“Daryl, what are you doing here? Are you trying to get yourself kill-” you exclaimed, crying out in shock when Daryl placed a hand over your mouth.

“We’re gettin’ out of here, right now,” he said. You moved his hand, your brows furrowed.

“What are you talking about? How?” you questioned. Daryl pulled you to the door, opening it just enough to check the hallway. He closed it again, gesturing for you to listen.

“Everyone’s at dinner, righ’? The door’s been unlocked, we can get out. Trust me, we gotta go now,” he said. You shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around it. When he pulled you to go, you held your ground, releasing his hand from yours. He sent you a confused looked.

“Daryl…I can’t. If we both go, there won’t be anyone here to gather information on them. Look,” you said, interrupting his protest. “I need to stay. They’re treating me alright, I promise. I won’t be harmed. I need you to trust me on this and get out while you can. I’ll be okay.”

Daryl shook his head, ready to take you by force if he had to. You placed a hand over his heart, urging him to look at you. He held your gaze, a pleading look in his eyes.

“You need to go. You need to leave me here,” you said.

“No, anythin’ but that,” Daryl begged, taking your hands into his. You gently smiled, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on his lips. He kissed you back with a fervor, but you pulled away before the moment was lost. You knew he needed to go now if he was going to make his escape.

“Go,” you urged, gently pushing him toward the door. He tried one last time to beg you, to stop you from sending him away, but your mind was set. You opened the door for him, peeking outside for any sign of Saviors. The coast was clear, so you turned back to the devastated man.

“I love you,” you said. “It’s going to be okay.”

With one last squeeze of the hand, he pulled away, exiting the room. Before turning the corner of the hallway, he sent you one last glance. Everything was in that look: the love he had for you, the trust, the pleading for you to come back to him. And then he was gone.

You shut the door quickly, leaning your back against it to breathe. It’s all going to be okay, you thought. It’s all going to be worth it.

[wickednerdery]

“Is it true?”  The new wife’s all wide-eyed and fidgety so I already know this isn’t gonna go well in any fucking way.  Time for a fucking beer.  “Did you really give Lorien away to some other group?”

“Fuck no, I didn’t give her away!” 

“Then what happened to her?”

I sigh out of my swig because there’s no way in fuck I can tell her the truth...tried that with Simon and it went over like I’d fucked a lead balloon.  “Look, uh...” fuck, I forgot her name.

“Shirley.”  Thank fuck she offers it.  “I roomed with Lorien, remember?”  But she’s not happy about it.

“Ah...well, Shirley-girl, I didn’t have much of a fuckin’ option given we were surrounded by a buncha fuckin’ animals and my own fuckin’ men had left my ass in the dust.”  There’s a jolt in her chest that suggests a laugh.  “What the fuck’s so fuckin’ funny?”

Lovely tits rise and fall in a deep breath before she shakes her head.  “You wouldn’t let yourself be left behind unless you wanted to.”  She smiles, soft and too fucking sweet.  “And you were left behind with Lorien...just Lorien.”

“Fuck...” I chuckle; she’s smarter than I thought.  Good for her, bad for me.  “Ya got me, beautiful, I was tryin’ to fuck ‘er.  Just didn’t wanna go disrespectin’ my newest wife with a piece on the side, but you’re too smart for my lyin’ ass, I’m sorry.” 

"I don’t care if you bang every woman in The Sanctuary...you’re Negan, no woman’s gonna say no to you.”  Somehow I doubt that’s as much of a compliment as it sounds.  “I just want to know what happened to my friend, I...I want to know it’s not that you gave her up, that you’ll get her back.  I need to know that, wife or not, I’m not available to be traded.”

“Of fuckin’ course not!  That shit’s actually offensive, ya know.”  I grin out so she doesn’t think I’m actually pissed or hurt before setting the beer aside.  “Look, Shirley-girl, I fuckin’ hated havin’ to leave her behind, but they made it pretty fuckin’ clear it was her or me and this fuckin’ place doesn’t run without me.”  I narrow my eyes.  “Right?”

“Right.”

“Fuckin’ A, right.  So, I fuckin’ had to leave her behind, but I’m already workin’ a fuckin’ plan to get her ass back and teach those fuckin’ little forest beasts a major fuckin’ ass-fuck of a lesson.”

I finally get a fucking smile from her, but when I lean in she pulls back a touch.  “Oh, I...wouldn’t want to distract you from your plans, Negan.”

“You wouldn’t be, darlin’...you’d be helpin’ my ass.”

She leans in with a laugh and kisses me deep, like she means, it, before setting hands on my chest and pushing us apart once again.  “No, really, Negan.  You have so much on your plate and now, without Lorien, someone has to look after little Kaylee.”

“Right you fuckin’ are,” I grin out.  Ah fuck, I forgot about the kid.  “And thanks for doin’ that...knew I fuckin’ picked right when I asked ya to be my fuckin’ wife.”

“Right...” she nods, but I’m not so fucking stupid to think she’s buying any of it.  But fuck it, it doesn’t matter.  Shirley can think whatever the fuck she wants; shitty as it is, she’s not a fucking priority right now...even if she’s hot as fuck wiggling that tight little ass of her in that too-short club dress.

So this takes place around the same time as the last one or two with Lorien.  Shirley was the roommate Lorien had at the beginning of the piece who Negan then asked to be his wife - in part, I think, to make Lorien jealous - and Kaylee is the little girl Negan put Lorien in charge of.  Clearly what’s happened has spooked at least one of the wives and, haha, Negan’s not getting laid just now, hahaha!  Sadly I think Negan could well continue to make things worse for himself as he tries to cover his wounded pride and the fact he was bestest by Bear’s tribe.

Tagging: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @strangersangel9, @dusty-cookie, @dwaynii @kthnxbyeeeee @cemmia @crzcorgi @negans-network @ericuhlorain @imfuckin-gcrazy @angelfuzzy2 @thewalkingdeadfanatic @browneyesandbadjokes @vizhi0n @smuttwd @superwholoki @stone-met @trashforwinchesters @scarygoodfanfics @negansfavoritegirl @toxic-ink @sillywiseone @wadeyourebarelyalive @jane-alca @despoinak27 @zoesmama2024 @cass-xxo @purplejellybean @deez666  @manic-mamma @absentguile @magpiegirl80 @andherlifeis @nracha @lynnliciousadnan  @xomissi @suileidead @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @backseat-negan @karaokke @reneeisnotsane  @ugh-yuck-gross @jeffrcy  @collette04

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs from @mypapawinchester )

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,  Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30  Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 …Or go to the Masterlist, lol!

[negansmutweek]

Well Hello There

Hello Darlings! It's been a while... I hope everyone is having a super sexy hiatus... 

I think we might be overdue for a smut week or weekend??? 

What do y’all think? 

I’m thinking perhaps mid-July ish... Does that give everyone enough time to prepare their minds, bodies and word documents? 

Let me know... 

[hunters-instinct-fanfic-blog]

Apresentação de Personagens

Meredith Pankhurst

Idade: 34 anos.

Cor dos cabelos: ruivos acobreados.

Cor dos olhos: verdes-âmbar.

Particularidades físicas: pele branca, cabelos encaracolados, estatura média para alta, magra porém curvilínea, cintura fina, rosto bem conservado, olhar dócil e submisso.

Tatuagens: nenhuma.

Altura: 1,68m.

Estado civil: esposa de Negan.

Parentes vivos: nenhum.

Naturalidade: Richmond, Virginia, EUA.

Data de nascimento: 18 de julho

Vantagens: resistente ao álcool, intelectual, inteligente, astuta, sociável, confiável, companheira, criativa, ligada à família, instinto materno apurado, leal, engenhosa, gentil, observadora, furtiva, versátil, organizada, metódica, mentalmente resistente, atraente, paciente, silenciosa, agregadora, boa atriz.

Desvantagens: não sabe atirar nem lidar com armas, um pouco obsessiva, tímida, reclusa, fragilidade física, um pouco apática, tendência à depressão e passividade.

Antiga profissão: dona de casa e trabalhava em uma franquia de livraria por meio período.

Virtudes: adaptável, determinada, furtiva, leal, empática, sensível, boa amiga, generosa, amorosa, agradabilidade, cortesia, reputação ilibada, lealdade,  discrição, raciocínio rápido, habilidade de dedução, boa intuição.

Função no Santuário: esposa de Negan, atua como “irmã mais velha/mãe” das outras esposas. Cuida delas.

Personagens que tem mais proximidade no Santuário: Sherry, Julie e Tessa. Callie a respeita.

Signo: câncer.

Curiosidades:

Apesar de ser muito inteligente, Meredith não tem nenhuma formação universitária.

Ela se casou ao engravidar de seu filho único, Ian.

A criança foi sua razão de viver. Quando perdeu seu filho, como revelou a Mavie, perdeu seu chão. Continuou viva apenas porque sabia que as outras “esposas” de Negan precisavam de sua ajuda para suportar a dura realidade do Santuário.

Pretendia abrir sua própria livraria, um comércio pequeno, mas ficou grávida no meio do caminho e teve de gastar suas poupanças nos cuidados da criação de seu filho.

Acabou se apaixonando pelo marido apenas depois do casamento. Passou a amá-lo ao descobrir nele um pai muito dedicado a Ian.

Meredith descende da britânica Emmeline Pankhurst, uma das fundadoras do movimento sufragista. Tem muito orgulho desse parentesco.

Fazia parte do grêmio de sua escola, sempre foi uma garota interessada em ajudar a comunidade, apesar de ser tímida.

Desde que perdeu Ian, decidiu que faria seu próprio “movimento sufragista” dentro do harém de Negan. Dedicou o resto de seus anos a cuidar das esposas do ditador e esperar a oportunidade para se revoltar contra ele.

É uma leitora voraz, lia pelo menos três livros diferentes por semana.

É bem organizada, e estimulava a leitura e o apetite por conhecimento das outras esposas de Negan. Queria que elas tivessem pensamento independente.

Foi ela quem organizou as estantes de livros do harém de Negan. Não é nenhuma coincidência que a biblioteca do andar em que o mandatário mora está cheia de volumes ligadas a sagas e histórias que retratam revoluções.

Quando chegava ao seu limite emocional, Meredith fugia para seus mundos de fantasia literários. Passava mais de dez horas lendo se fosse necessário, para se esquecer das dores da realidade.

Tem certa aversão à exercícios físicos, mas come pouco, por conta de sua personalidade mais apática. Não engorda por isso.

Toma remédios para dormir, para não ter pesadelos. Sem eles, não consegue dormir um sono sem sonhos. Os traumas que Negan e o Santuário causaram a si aparecem em seu subconsciente durante a noite.

[such-fun]

Fic: Live to Tell (Negan x Reader) Part 4.

Title: Live to Tell

Pairing: Negan x Reader          

Summary: You were tasked with scouting out the Sanctuary, but soon your mission starts to spiral out of control.

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Four:

Living at the Sanctuary meant dealing with monotonous days that felt like an eternity. Wake up early in the morning; find out your assignment for the day (which usually included strenuous manual labor, Negan didn’t want you feeling too comfortable after all), short breaks for food, and finally passing out from exhaustion at the end of the day.

You missed the more laid back environment of Alexandria. Everyone had their parts to play, Rick made sure to give everyone fair assignments, but you were also allowed time to relax and appreciate living a somewhat normal life again. There was nothing normal about the Sanctuary. It was a safe haven from walkers, but inside it’s walls it was practically a prison. And Negan was an unforgiving warden.

You were becoming adept at the art of avoiding Negan. The man was absolutely everywhere. You cherished the days when he left to go on runs with his boys. The atmosphere was less tense, and you were able to move more freely around the compound.

Today was not one of those lucky days. You could see Negan observing his people from his perch on the second floor of the factory. Your assignment for the morning had been to mop the factory floor. Normally that would take place in the evening when most people had gone to bed, but there had been an incident earlier that left the concrete stained with blood. As it was, people gave you a wide berth.

Negan’s gaze rarely left you. You kept your head down, unwilling to meet his stare, but could feel his eyes on you. You found your body hunching in on it’s self slightly, back stiff and shoulders curved.

The moment you felt his eyes leave you, you dared a glance in his direction. A woman had joined him, speaking to him quietly. Tall and lean, she was lovely but she appeared closed off and apathetic. Negan was jovial as ever beside her, but she didn’t grant him even the barest of smiles.

She was one of his wives that much was obvious. Her clothing was far too impractical for work, and while your hair was knotted into a messy bun, hers was clean and straight. You hadn’t made much of an effort to learn about Negan’s wives. They would hardly be a concern when the time came to fight.

Unexpectedly her gaze flicked to you, leaving you feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. Negan followed her stare and you turned away swiftly, but not before you saw the amused tilt of his lips.

You finished the mopping without further interruption. Negan had gone soon after your little stare down and your body nearly sagged in relief.

When you were done cleaning, you tossed out the water in the mop bucket and headed to the supply closet to return everything. Propping the mop up against the wall and placing the bucket beside it on the floor, you stepped out of the closet and shut the door.

You turned back toward the yard and were surprised to see the woman from earlier lingering in the alleyway. Offering her an awkward wave hello, you went to pass her.

“You should be careful,” she said, causing you to pause and look at her in confusion. “You’re his newest obsession. Negan,” she clarified, and you swallowed nervously. “I’ve seen him watching you. We all have.”

“His wives?” you questioned, and she smiled grimly.

“His wives, the saviors, everyone,” she admitted. “I’m Sherry,” she introduced herself, but there was no welcoming handshake. “I just thought you should know. That you should be—prepared,” she grimaced.

“Prepared for what?” you wondered, suddenly on edge.

“Negan always gets what he wants,” Sherry warned ominously. “I—people have tried running, tried denying him…it always ends badly. Bloody.”

“So you’re saying I should just give in?” you asked incredulously. Sherry was one of Negan’s wives. She said yes to him and she looked absolutely miserable. Why would you want to resign yourself to that fate? Besides, you had friends outside these walls. There were people who still cared about you, people willing to fight Negan. You weren’t about to give in to Negan’s demands, Rick was the only leader whose commands you respected.

“I’m just letting you know what to expect,” she shrugged, looking past your shoulder and into the mass of people in the yard. You followed her gaze, surprised to find it resting on Dwight. His scarred face made him easy to pick out of a crowd.

“I—We tried to fight him once, to leave. Now my sister’s dead, my husb—Dwight is hurt, and I’m Negan’s wife.” The devastation in her voice shook you in your core and found yourself pitying her and Dwight. “Negan always gets his way. You just have to ask yourself how much pain you want to go through before you accept that.”

Sherry looked you up and down, her expression blank. “You should get back to work,” she declared dismissively.

You didn’t bother with a goodbye, and instead turned on your heel and got the hell out of there.      

 Getting Sherry’s voice out of your head had proved complicated.

As you worked, your eyes would dart around the yard for any sign of Negan. But his appearances were thankfully sporadic. You relaxed slightly and allowed yourself to focus on your secondary mission.

Now that you had finally caught a glimpse of Daryl, you kept your eyes peeled for him at all times. Most of the time, your survey of the yard came up empty. Daryl wouldn’t appear for days at a time, and when he did return he looked like a shell of his former self.

Paying careful attention to the movements of the saviors, and Dwight in particular, had led you to an outbuilding on the property. It wasn’t much, and appeared to be used as a barracks for the saviors where they could sleep and relax in between runs. But the saviors weren’t the only ones inside those cement walls.

You watched Dwight carefully that day, both relieved and horrified when you finally spotted him barking orders at a beaten and bruised Daryl. You tried your best to keep them in your line of sight the rest of the day.

As the sun began to set, you noticed Dwight dragging Daryl away from the heart of the compound towards the outbuildings. He led Daryl into the barracks as you trailed them from a distance. You stuck to darkened alleys and corners, internally praying that no one would spot you.

Minutes passed and nothing happened. You began to wonder if there was any point in waiting. Everyone was beginning to head to the cafeteria for dinner, but Dwight still hadn’t left the barracks.

Moments later, you perked up when the door once again opened. Dwight was now alone, but his face was a mask of utter fury as he marched back toward the yard. Biting your lip anxiously, you started sneaking your way towards the barracks.

The anger on Dwight’s face made your heart race. If Daryl had provoked him, there was no telling what he might have done in retaliation. And Daryl, while normally stronger than any member of your group, was in a bad way. He couldn’t take much more.

You crouched uncomfortably near the door, taking a second to listen for any voices. Hearing nothing, you tried the handle and were relieved when it turned easily.

The hallway was dark and empty and you moved as silently as possible. Peaking around the corner, you froze when you spotted light spilling out of an open door and the murmur of voices. Creeping down the hall, you tried to get a glimpse inside the room. A small group of saviors lingered there, thankfully consumed in a poker game. Reminding yourself not to rush, you made your way fast them cautiously.

The first cell you noticed was open and unoccupied. A tiny room shrouded in darkness with no bed or even a bucket, you shuddered at the thought of Daryl spending who knows how many hours in a hole like that.

The sound of a woman’s voice caught you off guard. Pressed up against the wall, you glanced into the next hall. The lack of light made it a little difficult to see, but you recognized the form of the woman standing in front of a cracked open cell door, speaking softly to whoever was inside.

Sherry.

You were debating whether to leave when you heard her whisper Daryl’s name. Apprehensive and uneasy, you knew it was a gamble but a small part of you wanted to trust her. Wife or not, she wasn’t loyal to Negan. And you were willing to bet she wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the barracks, let alone talking to a prisoner.

Hearing the click of a door shutting, you steeled yourself. When she turned the corner, you were ready.

“Sherry,” you murmured, and she held in a shout of surprise. Her body tensed and she stared you down with an intensity you didn’t know she was capable of mustering.

“Did you follow me?” her voice was a hushed snarl.

“No,” you revealed, “I followed Dwight.”

“Why?” she demanded, taking a threatening step forward. You didn’t back down.

“Because I—I needed to know if Daryl is okay.” Sherry hadn’t expected your answer, but she schooled her expression.

“How do you know Daryl?” she didn’t bother to hide her suspicion.

“He was a friend before—this,” you sighed. You wanted to remain as vague as possible, but some admissions were necessary. “We got separated. And then I saw him the other day in the yard and I—I just need to see him. Please.”

Sherry was silent for a long while before shaking her head ruefully and turning back towards the cell. “You’ve got one minute,” she said softly as you followed her closely.

When the cell door opened, you were afraid of what you might find. Sherry took a step back to give you a little privacy.

Daryl was curled up on the floor, the sweat suit he wore stained and dirty, hair a greasy mess. His clothes covered his body, but you could tell he lost weight. He didn’t react when the door opened, but after nothing happened, he finally tilted his head back and looked up. One eye was blackened and swollen, but the other widened and he tried to scramble into a sitting position.

Not wanting him to hurt himself, you knelt down and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. You tried to look unaffected by his appearance, but you were holding in tears.

He was struggling to speak, his mouth too swollen and painful to form the proper words. He managed a raspy “What—?” before you stopped him.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, mindful of your audience. “I’m okay,” you assured with a wobbly smile.

Leaning in closer, away from prying eyes, you gave him a light hug. You didn’t want to risk aggravating any wounds. “I’m going to help you,” you spoke softly into his ear. “We have a plan. I just need you to hold on. Please,” you entreated before pulling back.

Daryl didn’t look reassured by your promises. In fact he looked terrified, shaking his head furiously.

Sherry stepped into view, looking down on the two of you disquietly. “We need to go,” she said bluntly, and you reluctantly nodded. Taking a step back, you tried to hold in tears as Sherry closed the door amid Daryl’s silent protest.

The two of you made your way out of the barracks through the back. Sherry looked familiar with the layout so you followed her blindly.

When you were finally outside, the yard and the rest of the compound in sight, you opened your mouth and struggled for words.

“Don’t thank me,” Sherry interrupted your thoughts with a warning. Her gaze was hard, jaded, as she studied you silently. And then she was gone, leaving you to fend for yourself as she returned to her rooms.

You collected yourself, wiping away any errant tears before making your way back to the yard and toward the cafeteria. You were exhausted, but hungry, and going to bed on any empty stomach was only going to leave you feeling sick.

The line in the cafeteria was long, but you didn’t pay any attention. Your thoughts were still wrapped up in Daryl. He needed rescue and soon. You needed to find a way to get word back to Rick and Michonne. That was certainly easier said than done.

Once you gathered your food, you found a spot to sit, keeping to yourself. You shared the table with six other people, but no one greeted you and you remained quiet as you ate. You hadn’t exactly made friends in your time here, but you weren’t really looking for any.

Engrossed in finished off the rest of your mashed potatoes, you paid little mind to the sound of approaching boots and the shadow that now hovered on the table. It was only when the rest of your tablemates went silent that you looked up.

Dwight stood at the head of the table, Daryl’s crossbow resting mockingly in his hands. And his eyes were locked on you.

“Boss wants to see you,” he grinned and it was an awful sight.

Everyone at the table stared at you, you could see the concern in their eyes, but they stayed silent.

You got up slowly, putting your dishes in the bin as Dwight watched your every move.

“Get moving, sweetheart,” he grunted, grabbing you by the arm and shoving you in front of him when you didn’t react fast enough.

Stumbling, you righted yourself and headed for the stairs. You let Dwight lead you the rest of the way, having no clue where you were going.

Once on the fourth floor, he brought you to a set of double doors and knocked indelicately.

Negan’s voice, a bit muffled but still deep and forbidding, answered, “Come.”

Dwight opened the doors, giving you a rough push inside. Dwight knelt beside you. Negan, not in the mood, simply told him to “Get the fuck out, D.”

Your gaze darted to Negan, his face hard and arms crossed. Lucille rested in the armchair at his back menacingly, and Sherry stared off into the distance at his side.

Dwight moved fast, back onto his feet and closing the doors behind, leaving you alone. You tried to catch Sherry’s eye, but she avoided you. Negan didn’t have a problem staring you down, you could feel the weight of his glare.

“Sit down, doll,” he ordered, his usual pet name feeling like a taunt. “We need to have a fucking chat.” You hesitated and he snapped. “Sit. The. Fuck. Down. Now,” he growled.

You moved as fast as lightening, propping yourself on the edge of the couch cushion. Negan sauntered confidently toward the couches, running a gentle hand over Lucille as he collapsed onto the seat across from you. His smile was something out of your nightmares.

“Sit on down, wife,” he called to Sherry disdainfully, “this has to do with you too.”

You watched Sherry, who still wouldn’t even look at you, join him on the couch. Her body was stiff and expression vacant. But Negan, his eyes were blazing and his hands curled into fists.

Sherry had said not to thank her, and now you knew why. It had been your own fault. You placed trust in a stranger, and in this world that could get you killed.

And from the look of rage on Negan’s face, you were a dead woman.    

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written by: avintagekiss24 | @avintagekiss24

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Rick hates these things. He pulls at the sleeve of his fitted, black Armani suit, then rolls his shoulders as he clears his throat. He’s been pretending to be interested in the fellow Senators conversation but if there’s anything that he hates more than these boring dinner parties, it’s listening to the Republican platform. He glances around the room as he brings his champagne flute to his lips, taking a long sip as his blue eyes scan the room. He spots his wife across the room, standing elegantly among a group of wives, laughing heartily. He lets his eyes linger on her, a soft smile springing to his lips as he drinks her in.

Her gold Versace dress clings to every curve she possesses. The deep V neckline plunges down to damn near her belly button. Her long, toned arms are bare and on full display, her hair piled high on her head in a bun. Her diamond earrings glint underneath the lights of the ballroom, which eventually catches her large, five karat wedding ring as she places her hand to her chest. He is the luckiest mother fucker in this room and every other dude here knows it. His phone buzzes after a moment, and he pulls it from his pocket, taking his eyes off of his long time love.

I see you lookin at me old man.

He chuckles at her text and taps his fingers across the glass screen of his iPhone. Just admiring the view… can you honestly blame me? You look incredible in that dress.

He watches as the three dots appear on his screen, jumping every so often as she types her response. Her text finally comes through and his mouth drops open as he skims over her words.

You wanna fuck me in it?

He scoffs lightly as his lips curve into a shocked smile. He shouldn’t even be surprised, she does this to him every time he has a function like this. She takes a sick pleasure in getting him riled up at exactly the wrong time. He throws his eyes toward the group of women to only find his wife gone. He turns his head, looking around for her to no avail. He shoves his phone back into his pocket, not even wanting to reply, knowing that he’ll get another raunchy text in return. Unfortunately for him, the damage is already done. He brings his champagne to his lips again, chugging the rest of the glass as his mind begins to swim with images of him pulling the dress up over her ample, fat ass. He can practically feel her pressing that magnificent behind into his crotch as he nibbles at her earlobe and palms her breasts in his hands. Stop it! His inner voice hisses, you have to give a fucking speech in a few minutes.

He clears his throat again, trying to rejoin the conversation happening around him, but his vision and hearing is beginning to tunnel. He is now acutely aware that all the blood in his body is rushing to his stirring dick. Six words. Six little words have completely broken him. He rubs at his beard with his hand, pulling at his chin and mouth as he tries to redirect his thoughts to cold showers, Lena Dunham, and his mother. He runs his hand through his long, curly hair as he tries desperately to get the picture of him pounding her from behind in the broom closet out of his head.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She whispers as she wraps one of her long arms over his shoulder and begins rubbing his chest with her fingers. She bites down on his ear lobe quickly and giggles quietly as he jumps in both surprise and lust.

“Well, hello beautiful.” Negan Castle, Rick’s Republican counterpart coos, a wide, toothy grin spreading on his face as he turns his attention to her, “Goddamn, you are a vision tonight.”

Michonne presses her chest into Rick’s back as he grabs the wrist slung over his shoulder, “Why thank you Senator. That is awfully kind.”

“Grimes, you are one lucky sonovabitch.” Negan laments, “She’s the only reason I remember your name half the time.”

“Really?” Rick squints, “You don’t remember me demolishing your anti-abortion bill nearly six to one?”

Negan’s shit-eating grin grows wider as his dark eyes twinkle under the fluorescent lights at Rick’s quip, “Well, and maybe that.”

Michonne laughs lightly with the rest of the group before she leans into his ear once more, “I want your dick in my mouth.”

Rick inhales sharply as she presses her lips to the side of his neck. He closes his eyes and exhales slowly before turning his face to the side. They don’t make eye contact. He stares to the side as she keeps her eyes on the ever-talking Negan as he mumbles, “Quit it.”

She rests her chin on his shoulder and smiles brightly again, “Why daddy?” She whispers as she turns to him again, taking a deep breath of his expensive cologne.

He squeezes her wrist, “You know why, damn it. Why do you do this to me, woman?” He whispers harshly back.

She shrugs as she wraps her free arm around his waist, brushing her fingers quickly over the bulge growing in his pants, causing him to jump again, “Because I like it when you shut me up.”

He groans lowly, reaching behind to pinch her side. She smiles widely at the group of men, removing her grasp from her horny husband, “Well, fellas, I must make my leave. Another glass of champagne and this expensive caviar are calling my name. I’ll see you after your speech darling.” She kisses his cheek sweetly and lightly, to not leave remnants of her lipstick, “My pussy will be waiting for you too.” She whispers before turning quickly on her feel and sauntering off to find a waiter.

Rick clenches his jaw as he cuts his eyes toward her as she moves off, her hips swaying back and forth seductively as she peeps over her shoulder at him. He stands in awe in of her for a few more minutes as sweat springs up on his forehead. He swallows harshly, unable to reduce to the lump of desire in his throat as his erection presses against the constricting material of his dress pants. He checks his Hublot watch; he’s got thirteen minutes until he takes the stage.

“Excuse me gentlemen.”

He turns quickly and makes a B-line to his wife who’s joined another group of women to gossip with. He grabs her wrist and pulls her away without so much of a word as he passes by the group, faintly hearing her laugh as she jogs to keep up with him. Thirteen minutes will be plenty of time; for round one anyway.

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I need you (Negan x Reader)

Warning; Attempted Suicide, suicidal, Self harm, despression, Negan.

A Negan x reader fanfiction. Where the read is suffering heavily with her depression. I have not reached season 7 personally so some things will not follow the walking dead guide line. As I know Daryl was taken away by Negan and some what returned... I think XD just dont be angry when I end up twisting the walking dead plot to fit the Fanfic.....

Part 2

Words - 935

Gif does not belong to me

She laid once again within the hospital bed within Alexandria. Blooded bandages still around both her wrist. This wasn't the first time she had done something like this. Wanting to end her life and join those of the dead. But every time she attempts to sub come to her desires. Why did she always want to end her life? she didn't know. It was always on her mind, as if someone is controlling her. Her past kept on creeping up on her, before the dead began to walk. From parents disowning her for their new husband and wife. Her child hood friend giving her a hard time from taking money and pushing her away due to finally having a lover. One man always stops her: Daryl Dixon. However this time it wasn't the hunter, it wasn't anyone from the camp. But the most hated man around; Negan.

Doing his usual scouting from one house to another. Amusing himself with the looks, people of Alexandria gave him. Within his mind he planned on sending one of his saviours to dig around. But something caught his eye with this one particular house. Its front door was wide open, somewhat left unattended. Having his curiosity take hold of him. Negan made his way in. "Honey! I'm home!" He sings at the top of his lungs. Making sure his presence is known. The man reminded standing there. A grin appearing over his lips. There wasn't any can of answer, no noise what so ever. Until he turned on his heels. A whimper of some sorts echoed throughout the house; quiet but hearable. Curiosity once again took over the man's body. Having him follow the cry. The whimpering had lead him up to the bedroom. Upon opening the door, Negan could not believe what he saw. "Fucking hell doll!" He ran to her side. Her palms were sitting in the sink, blood covering both hands and her wrists. Tears damping her eyes, cheeks and mixing with the crimson. Before she could even attempt to focus what was happening. Her mind was blacking out. She only saw what she thought was Daryl's hands rushing to cover the slices

God knows how long she had been out. But as she came too her eyes landed upon the hand curled within one of hers. It was gentle and soft? Confusion had circled her mind. Knowing fully well that the hunter's hands were far more rougher and a little bit more dirty. Who did this belong too? It wasn't Rick's either. Slowly turning her head to the man next to her bed. She couldn't believe her eyes. Why was he there? Holding her hand. Even sitting at her bedside. Was he the one that saved her? frowning, "Negan?" Her voice was that of a whisper, that grabbed the man's attention. "Wh-where's Daryl?" "Thank fuck!" His voice boomed, completely ignoring her second question. "I thought you was a goner, baby doll" Negan tightened his grip on her right hand, causing her eyes to dart down with fright. "Shhh, its alright" Negan cooed. "Just rest that sweet fucking head of yours" He raised his free hand. Running it through her hair. Negan's eyes falling down to her lips. Witnessing them open once again. "[Y/n].... my name.... [y/n]" "Well the pleasure is all mine, [y/n]"

Negan remained with her for the whole day. Every now and then one of his saviours would enter the building. Poor Denise having to put up with the big man and his minions. But she put up with their not so friendly manner, for [y/n] sake.  When ever his minions 'disturbed' him. It is mostly because Rick kept asking questions. Wanting to check up on [y/n]. Each time Negan would turn him away. Stating that she is okay and for them to speak to the doctor. It as if Negan had claimed the young lady. Even though deep down someone else wanted her for himself. [y/n] wasn't fully sure as to why Negan was even sitting with her. Well still sitting there. He had kept her company, even when she felt her eyes grow heavy and fall sleep. The gentleness of his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand, wasn't helping. Negan didn't say a word to her, only when she wake up a little. Or when she mumbled a little thank you. Of course she could hear his booming voice when ever someone came close to them. [y/n] didn't understand the thoughtfulness of such an evil man. He killed so many humans for his own gain. He somewhat forced women to be his wives, promising they will be very well looked after. Of course that was true, or from what she had heard. [y/n] never had the pleasure of meeting his wives. To her she believed it to be okay to have such luxuries and to return the favour with sex. The idea of being wanted even if it's just for bodily pleasure. The more [y/n] thought about it. The more she began to struggle. Her hands turning into fist, even the one hand holding tightly against the man's next to her. Tears began to roll gently down her cheeks. "You should have just let me die" She spoke with such anger, alerting Negan with confused look. "No body wants me here, I'm just a burden. Even on runs I just slow people down!" [y/n] roared, sitting up as tears continued to fall from her eyes. Her outburst alerted Rick and Daryl outside, having those too rush to her side.

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Comic Negan Fic Recommendations

Welcome to my compiling of compelling Comic Negan fanfiction! If you’re looking for fics that focus more on Negan’s comic incarnation, well, here you go!

I used to try to update this list monthly, but it’s going to be probably every few months from now on. New additions are at the bottom and in italics.

As of this update, I’m also including fics I’ll describe as (Exception To) These are fics that are either based off TV Negan or seem to be based off him, but I still think Comic Negan aficionados will enjoy as well.

As always, if you like a fic, please leave the writer a comment or give them a kudos/like/reblog or whatnot. Writers appreciate your support and feedback so very much!

(updated on Sept 1, 2018)

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In no particular order:

Stigmatic by 217. Follow Negan’s POV as he leads the Saviors in what starts off as comic canon, before venturing into wonderfully AU territory. Also featuring 217’s most excellent OCs; she is truly a master at crafting real, well-rounded and interesting characters. She also has such a talent for writing Negan true to the comics and yet making her own unique version of his character as well. The plotline of this story is always moving forward as the Saviors travel through the highs and lows of life in the apocalypse. On ff.net On A03

217 has also done some AU series within the Stigmatic verse:

Phlegmatic: which is an AU take on Alice and Negan if they had met before the ZA. On ff.net On A03

Haematic which is another pre-ZA AU take where Negan struggles to raise his and the late Lucille’s daughter, Lulu (and her pet lobster, Crusty!), all by his lonesome. On ff.net On A03

Fics by WattStalf. She has quite a few Negan fics, most of which are nice bite-sized reads and quite enjoyable. Here’s three of my favorites.

His Favorite Girl Smut involving Negan and his favorite girl… why, who else but Lucille the Vampire bat?

Making Like A funny and sexy Negan/Rick fic.

One Night Stand Negan and Olivia smut. Hell yeah.

And here is her complete TWD list

A Wolf at the Door by Misterkingdom: A very well-written fic where Negan makes sure Rick knows who the King Dick Motherfucker is around here.

Beautiful Tragedy by 217: Yet another gem by this master writer of ole Negan. However, RM (aka ‘Rude Motherfucker’) the OC of this story, doesn’t see Negan in the most flattering light. One of Negan’s (aka ‘Dumpy’s) wives, she uses his perks to support her ongoing drug addiction, that is, until Negan takes note…and he doesn’t approve. The dialogue in this story is absolutely a riot, as RM’s mouth and thoughts are every bit as vulgar and outrageous as Negan’s! On ff.net On A03

217 also has quite a few shorter fare for those that balk at lengthier stories (but trust me, they are worth every word!) My personal favorites are The Cleansing which is a pitch-back affair, Negan’s Number What? (a birthday present to me a few years ago, and the hottest Negan/Sherry smut EVER!), and Non-NEGotiable which is a Stigmatic smut where Negan loses a bet and his ass to Alice. On ff.net On A03

The Life of Negan & Lucille by TeamCarlisle: Based off the ‘Here’s Negan’ backstory, it’s Negan and Lucille’s pre-apocalypse days before it all fell apart. Sweet and yet heartbreaking, it’s a treat to see Negan in his pre-Savior days. But get your tissues out for this one!

Recollection by 217: Another goodie by 217, this is based off the ‘Here’s Negan’ backstory and contains part of his life with Lucille. On ff.net On A03

Embracing the Apocalypse by Embracetheapocalypsewithme (SomewhatSlightyDazed) Sanctuary and the Saviors has gained a new member, Rebecca, who struggles to find a foothold in this new society, but soon has captured the attention of Negan. He himself has been newly reinstated as the Savior’s leader and is also on unsure ground, unlike his previous bout of leadership. The two share a similar sense of humor and a need for a new start, but nothing is ever easy in the post-apocalyptic world.

This is yet another story that captures the charm, awkwardness and humor of Comic Negan, and features a very funny OC as well. Very much worth a read!

SomewhatSlightyDazed also has several shorts (mostly smutty, but a few aren’t.) They’re great for a quickie. A quick read, that is. ;) My personal favorites are: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School, Guys Like Him (Olivia and Negan, always a treat!), and Double-Dare (Smutty threesome with Negan and his wives. Yum!)

Through the Valley by Dusty Cookie Another merry jaunt into Sanctuary and the lives of the Saviors. Several Saviors, while out on a run, spot a female apparently living all on her lonesome and think she might be a good asset for Sanctuary. Now Negan just has to convince her she has a place there, and our story begins. :)

Dusty writes an absolutely fantastic Negan and her OCs are also well-written and interesting. Her dialogue and overall writing style is also so entertaining, witty, and just a pleasure to read. Try Chapter 1, and you’ll be hooked! On ff.net on A03

Dusty also has several short fics that are all equally great… but watch out for that catty Miss Fiona in The Hand that Feeds!

Tender Prey by bigcatsandkatanas I’m very bad and haven’t reviewed this one yet. I haven’t read a lot of them, so maybe it’s a bit pre-mature to say, but I think this is my favorite Regan fic. We have a bit more of a humble and lonely Negan due to his incarceration by good ole Prick Grimes, and it makes for one smutty tale I adore. Negan is written really great in this and despite being mostly smut, it’s also got some nice character moments for Negan. I really like it.

Gifts by redheadedwhat A nice little Negan/OC smut for your reading pleasure. Some humorous bits and of course, some very lovely smut.

Hurt by opheliadawnwalker3 Perhaps leaning more towards TV Negan, this is still a really good (and heart-wrenching) short about Negan and Lucille and her very bad news.

Satellite Days by Kinkozan After the Whisperer War, Negan has been living in an old outpost from the Savior days, and he finds himself in the company of Toni, another survivor who isn’t quite welcome around her old communities anymore either. They must try to survive in their new environment, as well as survive each other.

Backspin by Kinkozan Negan’s wife Charli’s plans of giving him a much-deserved spanking and trying to assert herself in the relationship might come back to bite her in the ass. Smut and angst.

Lupienne’s Negan fanfictions. Here’s my additions to the Comic Negan bookcase. I have a long WIP involving Negan and the boring domestic affairs of his wives, as well as a few shorter reads that are mostly of the smut variety. On A03 On ff.net (I don’t have them all on there, but if you prefer reading on this site…)

Enigmatic by 217: Based off Here’s Negan 15, where Negan receives a nasty wound from a fellow survivor. Upon going to clean out his wound, Negan meets an OC who is all too eager to give him some ‘healing.’ On ff.net On AO3

Love(d) by Dusty Cookie A pre-ZA short with Negan and Lucille. Dusty doesn’t just tug at your heartstrings, she rips them right out of your body.

WIP by Metal Butter Metal Butter mentioned a prisoner Negan fic they were writing, and upon my request, posted a snippet of it! It’s not complete, but it’s awesome just as it is. I love the way Negan is written as he narrates from his prison cell. Also contains shades of Regan. Yum!

In the Twilight Kingdom by Embracetheapocalypsewithme (SomewhatSlightlyDazed) Filled with grief over his recently deceased Lucille, Negan struggles to live and find a reason for doing so in the dangerous new world of the apocalypse.

Decomposition by 217: “Do you know what decomposition is? Answer the goddamn question.” A dark short of Negan’s thoughts as Lucille claims another life.

Bedtime Stories by Embracetheapocalypsewithme (SomewhatSlightyDazed): What happens when Negan finds out some of the Sanctuary women have been writing porn about him?

Last Chance Revival by 217. This fic follows an AU, non-ZA Negan as he tends bar in a rough part of town, where the highlight of his night is watching quirky OC’s Murphy’s ass leave the bar in her tight leopard print spandex. On ff.net On AO3

Heart in a Blender by Bigcatsandkatanas. A Negan/Rick fic set in a non-apocalyptic AU verse. Negan, lonely and despondent after his divorce with Lucille, decides to take a chance and use a dating app. When he accidentally matches with Rick Grimes, it’s the start of an awkward friendship (and maybe more?) Bigcatsandkatanas writes an excellent Negan, from his personality to his dialogue.

I Bless the Rains Down at Sanctuary by Redheadedwhat. Negan’s wife Tallulah discovers the hilarity of a drunken Negan. And an important question is pondered…just what did happen to the band members of Toto after the apocalypse?

Exhaust by Spliced-up Angel. An AU take on All out War. What if Negan hadn’t lost that last battle? Told from Carl’s POV, the young Grimes struggles to adapt to Negan’s rule over Alexandria. Since the story is all from Carl, Negan isn’t painted in the most flattering light. His dialogue is hilarious and poor Carl finds himself in a few embarrassing situations due to Negan’s lack of shame.

The tumblr Masterlist for Dusty-cookie. Suitable for liking, rec’ing and reblogging!

Dixon Dallas by 217. An AU smut involving Negan as a porn star :D

Priorities by Dusty Cookie. A fluffy short, perfect for snuggling up with on a cold winter day!

Happy Fucking Birthday by Dusty Cookie. Negan gives the present of smut to his favorite birthday girl.

Careful What You Wish For by Dusty Cookie. More glorious smut! I only wish for more!

The tumblr Masterlist for Embracetheapocalypsewithme. Great for reblogging and giving this writer more exposure. Do it!  

An Enemy of the Crows by redheadedwhat. A chance encounter with a crow will change Negan’s life forever. :)

Cursed Land by Embracetheapocalypsewithme (SomewhatSlightlyDazed on AO3). This tale begins with a map with a blacked-out section Negan refuses to speak about… a fic to read with all the lights on!

The Love You Take by Embracetheapocalypsewithme (SomewhatSlightlyDazed on AO3). A lonely, exiled Negan investigates mysterious music he keeps hearing at night…

Yes, Mistress by Embracetheapocalypsewithme (SomewhatSlightlyDazed on AO3). Negan gets some new jewelry for Sherry to wear. She isn’t exactly enthused about it…but Negan can be pretty convincing ;) Glorious smut!

I’ll Always Be With You by Maggie Monster. Lucille has passed on, yet she has never left Negan’s side.

Irrational Fears by Embracetheapocalypsewithme. Even the fearless Negan has some irrational fears.

Hush by Dusty Cookie. Nothing like some public sex to get Little Negan all riled up ;)

Illicit Intervention by 217. This fic takes place before the apocalypse and involves Negan’s troubled marriage to Lucille and the woman he finds outside of it.

After Life by Dusty Cookie. Angsty Negan and Lucille.

Untitled (Regan smut) by Likeagoddamn cat. Some nice Regan smut based off Negan’s infamous ‘sad eye contactless handjob’ line from the comics.

His Beautiful Lady by Dusty Cookie. Negan foot-fetish smut! The world needs more of this! ;P

217fanfic’s Tumblr masterlist, suitable for reblogging and bookmarking. :)

Help Me Out by genevievedarcygranger. Prisoner Negan, Rick, and comments about handjobs lead to some Regan goodness.

Fics by Bunnylouisegrimes. Bunny is a new writer to the Negan scene and here’s some of her works I’ve enjoyed. Since I believe she writes more for TV Negan, these are (Exception To) :)

Lullaby of a Dead Man - Negan finds himself betrayed and fighting for his life.

Regret An intro to Bunny’s OC and a look into Negan’s regrets.

My Imaginary Friend isn’t that Imaginary AU in which Negan is the guardian to a young girl who is very special to him.

Gone Away, Out of Reach by Marium. (Exception To) TV based/AU and heavy on the angst. While in his cell, Negan learns some tragic news.

Fuck You by Annablack1102 (Exception To/seems comic-Negan enough to me) Sub Negan, smut, and strap-ons....what is not to like?

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Ok guys, that’s it for this update! Happy reading! I’ve got a big ole reading queue to catch up on, so hopefully come next update, I’ll have another heaping pile of fictional joy for ya’ll.

(Reblogs of this post are appreciated to help give these writers more exposure. :))

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Time zone reblog!!

Given I can’t sleep and it looks like I’ll be getting fucked in none of the good ways for the foreseeable future I decide to work on unfucking what I can. I hunt down my map of the area to look over. I know where I am, where my outposts are, where the rest are…I just have to figure out where the fuck the animals live. Once I know that, I can get the upper hand and put them on a leash. (These fucking animal jokes write themselves.)

They jumped us halfway between where I introduced myself to Alexandria and home, but given they could’ve been following us the entire fucking time that’s not much fucking help. Also there are so many directions to go from that spot, some miles and miles into wooded areas not even we’ve fucking set foot near. …It’s pretty fucking clear there’s no fucking way I can figure this shit out without a fuckload more info.

At the moment there’s little option but to bite the fucking bullet and give the fucks what they want. Thank fuck I’ve got a brand-fucking-new source for shit like medical supplies so I don’t have to go dipping into my own people’s fucking supplies. Early visit will keep Rick and the pricks on their fucking toes too.

There’s a knock and even with every fucking fiber of my exhausted fucking being not wanting to, I order them in.  “Shirley,” I grin out. Maybe shit’s looking up for me.

“I’m surprised you remember.”

Maybe fucking not, but I press on. “What can I do for your fine fuckin’ ass?”

“Kaylee wants you.”

“The fuck for?”

“She wants to know what happened to Lorien…and I’m not sure what to tell her.” Pretty sure this is a setup to deal with a crying kid, but I go to see the girl anyway.

Kaylee looks like Cindy Fuckin’ Lou Who all tucked up in a spare room of the wives’ quarters. Covers pulled up, clutching a ratty fucking doll, eyes all fucking wide…definitely a setup.

“Hey, darlin’,” I grin out, setting Lucille against the wall near the bed. “What’s up?”

“Where’s Ien? Is she with Mommy?”

“Fuck no,” I blurt out before sighing as my conscience calls my ass every fucking name in the fucking book. “She’s just…” I hesitate, debate, then go with the truth. “Some fucks took her, but I’m gonna get ‘er back, don’t worry.”

The girl blinks, bites her lip, and her chin starts to quiver as tears fill her eyes. Fuck, wrong move. “Did the dead things take her? She gonna end up in the yard?” She sobs, then wails. “I don’t want Ien in the yard!!”

“Ah, shit.” A little girl bawling is the last fucking thing I can handle right now. “Hey, no, that is not gonna fuckin’ happen.” Kaylee keeps going until I can’t even make out the words as I sit on the edge of the bed. “Com’on, kid…Kaylee…please, com’on, hear me out.”

Exhaustion seems to calm her more than my ass, still… “I…want…” she hiccups, “Ien.”

“I’m gonna get ‘er back.”

“Promise?”

“Fuckin’ A, I promise.”

She seemed to debate if she had more questions while I silently prayed to fuck she fucking didn’t. Thank fuck my prayers were answered…for the most part. “Will you tell me a story?”

“A story?”

“I can’t fall asleep without a story.”

I gave my most charming smile. “Shit, I’ll have my wives tell you stories all fuckin’ night long, if ya want.”

“No.” Apparently, my smiles aren’t worth shit to kids. “I want you to tell me one. Please!” The please is the longest fucking please I’ve heard and, because I probably already fucked this kid up enough for the week, I relent.

“All-fucking-right,” I move closer. “Move the fuck over, lemme get in on this fine-fucking-sleep action.” Not to minimize shit, but I’m way more fucking tired than her. Kaylee giggles, scoots, and I relax back beside her before making some shit up on the fly.  “Once upon a time there were three little princes…”

This came out both a lot longer and a lot sweeter than I planned, but hopefully that’s a good thing, haha!  Because it’s been awhile since I’ve written either of them, Shirley is Negan’s latest wife and Lorien’s former roommate, Kaylee is the little girl Lorien was put in charge of before everything went sideways.  This takes place around the same time as the last two pieces, I think.  If you’re curious the Three Princes story is actually from another TWD universe I wrote and is here.

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