#Negan x original female character

[ysoandi]

Y/N: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Negan: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

[hunterssm00n]

Natural Born Sinner / part 3 /

The Comedian has addictions too, and they include more than just cigars and violence. | Eddie Blake/OC |

part 3 of 3

also on ao3: here

*cw include dubcon smut, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, degradation, stalking, emotional/psychological abuse, misogyny, name-calling, breaking and entering, past abuse, dark themes*

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What will I say? / What will I do? / Maybe it's fear / That leads your rage / Maybe you're me, and I am you

He lurched both of them forward so she was thrown up onto her knees, pushed her face first into the peach colored tile wall, and she knew it was all over. 

With one surge, she was pushed face first against the tile wall, and there was barely a beat that went by before he pushed himself inside of her. The girth and length of him stretched her and filled her so good; she let out a wild animal sound that she'd never before made in her life. 

It was all over now. 

With that first stroke, all of her resistance had evaporated. It was all him now - he took over everything like he always did. He'd never left her mind. What was the point in even trying to make him? He was right; no matter what, it always ended this way. And when it was this good, what was really so bad about it? 

Her brain was all Eddie, Eddie, EDDIE!

She moaned his name, her body rocking against the wall in time to his steady thrusts, "I hate you,"

His breathe was coming out in hot gusts against the back of her neck, and he groaned when she used her inner muscles to squeeze around him, "I know you do," He didn't even try to argue with her - he always knew the struggles she had in her mind about him. He was, in fact, irresistible, something he prided himself on. "But ya also fuckin' love me." 

In between gasps, she breathed out, "That's a load of shit!" 

Eddie chuckled deeply behind her, "That's a real sexy thing to say right now..." 

"Shut up," she moaned out, her cheek against the tile shower wall. The man behind her reached around to her front to grope at her breasts, and she whimpered at the feel of his hot, calloused hands palming her sensitive flesh. She was close already, though she didn't want to be. That would just mean he'd won, once again. "Eddie..." But God, she couldn't help it. Everything was just so good, so fucking good - it was like trying to stop a train moving at a hundred miles an hour on a dime. 

As if he could read her mind, he rumbled into her hair, "We just fit so damn good, baby; we're perfect fuckin' matchin' puzzle pieces, that's why it feels so damn good all the time, every time, that's why I can't fuckin' stay away from you and you can't fuckin' say no to me - we're two peas in a pod, hun, uh, fuckkk," He said all of this while he was fucking her, her body bouncing against the porcelain edge of the tub. 

The whole time he was babbling just brought her closer and closer to her release that she knew would be one of many this evening. Her fight was steadily receding back to the recesses of her mind as her pleasure mounted and was brought to the forefront of her brain. EddieEddieEddieEDDIE-

"Oh, no," she moaned out, unable to stop herself.

Eddie Blake chuckled into her hair, taking pride and pleasure in her defeat, "Cum for me, 'Chelle,"

She let out another animal noise that she'd never made; one of pure pleasure and defeat as her sweet release exploded; he was right. She couldn't say no to him. Only he could bring her this type of pleasure, give her this kind of high. Only. Him. 

He slowed at her back as she came down from her orgasm, kissing her hair, her neck, her shoulders. She openly shivered at the feel of his scratchy beard on her soft skin, but it was a good feeling. The thought of defying him did nothing for her anymore; it had all been zapped from her mind with that first release. Her body that had once been held rigid against him with defiance was now liquid and compliant. Her limbs contained no further fury to fight at the moment. Maybe tomorrow she would feel different, but now, she didn't care. Right now was all about her and him. 

He had not come yet; he wouldn't for a while, she knew, and he gently turned her around in his arms in the bathtub and pulled her in to kiss him on the lips. "Baby..." She openly accepted his kiss now, the fight gone from her body, satisfaction having turned her bones to liquid and satiating her for that moment. His tongue met with hers and she let out a low moan against his lips, kissing him back lazily. The wet sounds of their lips meeting gave her a tingly feeling in her lower back, and she felt the familiar arousal slowly returning to her core. She didn't want to fight anymore tonight. She wanted to be with him like a lover, to enjoy his company like he was her boyfriend. She didn't want to fight anymore; she just wanted him.

This was it. He'd broken her down once again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and accepted his embrace, pressing her damp breasts against his equally damp chest. The hair on his chest tickled her nipples and she tried to scoot her lower body closer to his across the bottom of the tub. It was easier said than done; the bath was barely big enough for one person, let alone two people, and one of them being built like a linebacker. Bed. Move to the bed. The thought made her breath quicken and her throat suddenly parched with thirst for him, and she started to rise up out of the bathtub, her hands not letting go of him. He must have misunderstood because he held fast to her waist as she tried to stand up off of her sore knees that she knew would have bruises all over them. "Where you goin'?" came his rasping voice, sounding ferocious, his brown eyes alight with a dangerous fire.

She gulped, her breaths coming heavy with her own arousal, chest heaving, "I- There's more room in the bed," She barely got the words out before he rose up out of the water, holding her body flush against his and pulling her up with him. Apparently she didn't have to tell him twice. When they were both standing and she was flush against him and she realized once again how much he towered over her, how much bigger his body was than hers, the musky smell of him permeating all of her senses. Why did he have to be like this? Why couldn't he be disgusting, not charming, not handsome? It wasn't fair. Maybe a stronger woman could resist him, but she wasn't that woman. She wanted him and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Between her legs ached, and she rose on tiptoes to press her hips against his to try and relieve some of the pressure, hoping his cock would slide between her legs and rub against her soaking wet lips.

"Thought you wanted to go to the bed?" One of his big hands tangled into her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, She let out a wordless whine as he licked a hot, wet line up her neck to her earlobe, where she felt his scruffy chin scrape her skin deliciously. "That's okay, we can go there after."

After?

Then he hoisted her up into his strong arms without warning, her thighs on either side of his hips and his hard flesh pressed against her core. Moaning with need as he pressed her back against the wall, she gripped his broad, sinewy shoulders with both hands as he pressed his hard, steel rod into her glossy opening. "Ohh, fuck, doll, you're so fuckin' wet," he groaned as he began thrusting at a steady pace. The pleasure between her legs exploded almost immediately, and her head lolled back against the tile wall, desperate sounds of pleasure winding their way out of her throat. "Fuck yeah, this what you like baby? Is this what you want?" he huffed as his hips bounced against hers with a wet slapping noise. He spread her open so exquisitely, fully filling her to the brim and giving her a sensation of being stretched that was unmatched. No one else could make her feel like this. Yes she did like this, yes this is exactly what she wanted. At this angle he was grinding against her clit, and with a shriek she came again, her walls clenching down on his cock and her nails digging into his shoulder sinew. "Yes baby yes," His hips stuttered against hers, and he gave a final hard thrust as he spilled himself inside of her. "Oohhh fuckkk," He grunted and held them both there for a few minutes, both of them and trying to catch their breath.

And then he said, "Now, what was it you were sayin' about a bed?" 

Michelle looked at him for a moment before she broke out into giggles - giggles like she was a fucking schoolgirl or something. She realized she was probably drunk on his presence; that was what she would chalk it up to. "You're insufferable." She shook her head, but couldn't help the smile on her face. 

"I'll show you insufferable, baby," With that, he hoisted her up into his arms so they were no longer leaning against the wall in the bath, instead he was supporting them on his two legs with her in his arms. He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue lapping at hers as he stepped out of the bathtub with her in his arms, his large hands holding onto her thighs and ass to keep her elevated in his arms. She kissed him back with fervor, not caring about anything else at the moment. She just wanted to enjoy his presence like he was a normal man, and she was a normal woman. She knew it was hypocritical of her to be cursing his name one moment and (screaming it) kissing him the other, but right now she simply did not care. He'd made her come more than once tonight so far, and she knew he was bound to make her come plenty more times this evening. Heaven knew they had a long night ahead of them; she just wanted to relax and enjoy it without feeling guilty or angry at him, or herself. She was just too damn tired to keep up the act tonight. His presence had a way of doing that to her.

She felt a cool, hard surface under her backside, jumping a little at the unexpected contact, and when she opened her eyes she realized he had walked them into the kitchen and had placed her down on the counter top where he'd first cornered her. 

"This is where it should have happened first." 

The hair on the back of her beck rose, and she knew what was going to happen before it even did. "Eddie-" She was cut off by him leaning down and taking a ripe nipple into his mouth, lightly scraping his teeth across the hard bud. Much like before, she leaned her head back with a smack against her cabinets on the wall, a hiss of pleasure escaping through her teeth. She felt his calloused fingers trailing down her hips, over the tops of her thighs to slip between them, coaxing them further open. She anticipated the feel of those fingers on her core before it even happened - she was practically holding her breath in anticipation. At the first swipe of his fingers on her soaked cunt, dripping with their mixed fluids, it was like a zap of electricity that shot through her whole body. Despite him already just having made her come - a few times - every touch of his fingers felt brand new, like she was a virgin all over again, and he was going to he her first lover. Any other lover she'd ever had couldn't hold a candle to this man, and that was a fact. 

She nearly jolted off of the countertop and onto the floor when she felt his lips replace his fingers, and a gasp came from her throat that she couldn't control. One of his hands reached up to fondle a breast while the other held her thigh open so he could better reach his target. He wasn't kidding when he said he was insufferable. He was literally eating her out on top of her kitchen counter. The surface underneath her was going to be disgusting tomorrow morning, covered with a mixture of water, her fluids, his cum and saliva. That thought came and went quickly though, as it was hard to focus on anything other than the immense pleasure she was feeling. 

He sucked her clit into his mouth, hard, and her body jumped like she'd been zapped. She moaned loudly, the combination of his tongue and fingers and scruff of his beard making her so aroused. "Eddie..." 

He rose from his place between her legs, his hands remaining on her hips. He kissed up her body until he got to her lips, and she could taste herself on his tongue, mixed with his own semen. Their mingled fluids were steadily soaking the countertop she was sitting on; she could feel the slick mixture between her thighs and under them. He was vile, but she would have been lying if she said that wasn't attractive to her. From him, at least. She would have never let anyone else do this to her; never let anyone else do half of the things they had done to each other. 

Suddenly he pulled her up off of the counter, her backside sliding easily across the surface from the liquids pooling underneath her. She expected him to pick her up and carry her to the aforementioned bed. She was surprised again when he set her on her feet and turned her around so she was facing the counter and the cabinets, and she realized, at this moment, he wasn't quite done with her here yet. With one big hand on the middle of her back, he pushed her facedown onto the wet surface, her heavy breasts mushing into the puddle of sticky liquid. 

"Tell me you want it," came his lust shredded voice from above and behind her. 

Had she more will to withstand his power, maybe she would have held out further. He was too strong; too good. And he knew he could break her into pieces. Maybe he wouldn't have wanted a stronger woman. Maybe he thought she was perfect just the way she was. Why did that thought sound so right, so good? Especially since it couldn't have been true; Eddie Blake had hundreds of women chasing him at all times. How did he do this to her? Why did he have this effect on her? 

She gulped, but didn't say anything. The words were still caught in her throat, surprisingly enough. Even after all they had done so far, this was the part she was having trouble with. Because he was such a narcissist, he wanted her to tell him exactly how much she wanted him - as though he couldn't see her right here, naked and willing before him, dripping with water and sweat and various other juices. God damn him.

"Please, Eddie, cut the shit and just..." 

He rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance, already hard again. She highly doubted he was ever soft. He felt so good just brushing against her slit; she thought she would die if he didn't push himself inside of her.

"Just what, baby?" 

She laid her forehead down on the cool surface she was bent over, and growled out, "Just fuck me, goddammit." 

His laughter came from the same place that his voice had, somewhere above and behind her, His big hands grabbed hold of her hips, lining himself up with her entrance. "With pleasure." And then he entered her with one big shove. Immediately he began a rough, fast pace, his hips smacking hard against her backside and making a wet slapping noise of skin on skin in quick succession. One hand stayed on her hip while the other reached up and grabbed the back of her neck to keep her chest down on the countertop. Her chest made wet squeaking noises on the damp surface as her body forcefully rocked with each hard thrust. He wasn't holding back now. 

"Is this what you like, bitch? Huh?" he ground out. This was the real Eddie Blake. Rough, not gentle or loving. A cold bastard. And god she loved it. All she could do was moan his name over and over and over. She felt herself getting closer with every earth shattering thrust. She knew her whole body would be sore tomorrow; knew there would be bruises everywhere. But she also knew it would be worth it. 

"Eddddiiiiieeee," Her voice was jumbled from the forceful pounding her backside was taking by his hips, brutal and uncaring. Justified by his own proclamation in his constant state of self-righteousness. He was owed something by the world, according to him. And this was just him simply taking what he was due. 

Her poor pussy ached, and she couldn't tell how many times she had come around his cock as he'd been pounding into her on her kitchen counter, but from the squelching noises where their bodies met and the rivulets of sticky liquid running down her legs, she knew it had been quite a few times.

"Who's fuckin' pussy is this?" 

"Y- Yours," She sounded drugged, her words slurred. 

"Who's?" The hand that had been on her hip smacked her ass cheek, hard. There would be a mark from that tomorrow, too. 

"Yours, Eddie, it's yours." She felt heat rising once again, and she moaned, her fingers gripping the edges of the countertop she was being rutted against. She was a tough woman, she thought - she shouldn't enjoy being degraded like this. 

"That's what I fuckin' thought." He said this with each hard thrust. That's. What I. Fuckin'. Thought. 

Without warning, her orgasm overtook her, as the main railing into her was practically yelling: "Say my name, baby!" 

"Eddie! Eddie!" she shrieked out, and he gave one last final shove into her with a shout as he came as well, his hot seed filling her womb once again. 

Michelle was completely exhausted. She could hear Eddie behind her sounding none too lively himself as the two of them each tried to catch their breath. After what must have been a few minutes but felt like mere seconds, she felt herself being lifted up off of the countertop. Her legs were so tired and sore she didn't know if she could stand, but somehow she did. Her knees wobbled as the man behind her took her hand and turned her around, then led her towards the bedroom - her bedroom. She was too tired to protest as he opened the door and walked the small expanse of the room until he got to her bed. Lazily, he flopped down onto her mattress, and she couldn't even muster an eyeroll at the self satisfied grin on his lips. Everything was almost a blur at the moment, she was so tired. He pulled her down onto the bed with him, got her pillows situated, got them both snuggled under the covers, and she could feel sleep pulling at her as she laid against his warm skin.

Tonight, she would pretend. But just for tonight, she told herself as she drifted off into slumber. 

"Damn, I missed you, doll." came his voice near her ear, also sleepy with satisfied lust.

She had missed him, too. 

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AN: I do not own the Watchmen franchise or any of it's characters. Michelle is my own OC. I also do not own the song 'Natural Born Sinner' by In This Moment. The above photos are from pinterest, and have links attached to the original posts.

[kaizenwaus]

five hundred sixteen days gone

The worn off denim did nothing to protect the woman's knees from the sand and small stones that made the gravel adorning the forest's ground, not even shifting her weight from one knee to another would ease the pain of her skin fighting not to break. Although all the stinging on her skin and burning on her muscles was nothing compared to the fear and uncertainty that surrounded the clearing.

Everything was... Perfectly set for this exact moment. Almost as if they had taken their time preparing this area for this. The woman could imagine the bald man with the thick mustache cutting down trees that morning, meanwhile the blond man with the burnt face cleaned everything off as well as he planned how to lure the group to this location. Then one of them had to tell the rest of their friends about the place and the time to meet up, and they had to decide the formation of all their vehicles and the armed men. If that had been the case, they did a good job. The scene was, in fact, quite... Intimidating.

The group of survivors, sinners of innocence and naivety, were on their knees, forming half a circle in front of the motorhome that Eugene had been driving just minutes ago. There were also a couple of cars and other vehicles on the sides, their headlights dazzling the survivors and their engines loud in contrast to the silence of the night.

Behind them stood the army of men and women that called themselves the Saviours, each of them holding a firearm if not two. In front of them there were only three men: the bald man with a distinctive mustache, the blond dude with a burnt face, and... The man. The boss. The leader. Negan himself.

He looked just like Sierra had imagined him: disgustingly smug. He wore dark pants, with a leather belt hanging way too low to be comfortable. It was a cold night, so he also wore a leather jacket with a red scarf around his neck. All of this paired up with leather boots and his weapon of choice: a baseball bat.

This bat, whose name was Lucille (as the man had introduced her), had barbed wire around the top of it, which seemed kind of useless against the undead but was incredibly painful for the living.

Eenie...

After introducing himself and the bat, the man explained the reason why they decided to meet up on this beautiful starry night. He paced from one end of the line of survivors to the other, swinging his bat around as he talked and talked and talked...

The survivors were sweating, the bravest ones looking around frantically to find a way to get out of this situation, but the man did not even let them finish a thought as he laughed loudly or got too close to someone with Lucille.

Meenie...

It was nauseating how free and careless he was, walking around as he sang this stupid little song for kids. Even though he was intimidating, Sierra truly questioned if the man was capable of killing one of them randomly. Deep down she thought this was just his little show, that his random pick was going to be a core member of the group: Rick, Daryl, Michonne, or even herself, she thought. There was also the possibility that Negan only wanted to weaken the leader by killing someone close to him: Carl or Michonne.

Would he really pick someone randomly?

Miney...

Sierra wanted to think a human would not be able to murder someone in cold blood, without a true motive. There was a motive, denying it would be straight up lying, but there were a fair amount of people in this line up that did not participate in said killing.

Questioning human behavior in the context of a literal zombie apocalypse was somewhat difficult if they were trying not to be hypocrites too, so maybe he was going to do as he said. Maybe, as he sang and as he pointed randomly at different survivors he was truly picking someone to kill. Maybe, for him this was just a game.

Mo...

The wielder of the named bat stood in front of Carl, causing everyone to cringe at the thought of the teenager becoming this psychopath's victim. But they were able to breathe again as the man continued his game – ironically, considering that if Carl was not the one tagged then the odds of being of them just rose.

Catch...

Rosita.

A tiger...

Rick.

By...

Eugene.

His toe...

Daryl.

My mother...

Michonne.

Told me...

Glenn.

To pick...

Aaron.

The very best one...

Maggie.

And you're...

Sierra. Negan left his bat staring at the blonde for a few more seconds than anybody else before her, he even bent down to stare right at her, taking in the hateful look the woman was giving him. Without breaking eye contact, the man smirked, winked at her and took blind aim with his bat as he sketched the last word of his song: it.

Abraham.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything..." the man started speaking with a smirk on his face after he looked at who Lucille had chosen, slowly and almost teasingly walking away from the blonde woman to face his victim "Cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start"

The bravery and strength with which Abraham presented himself to his soon-to-be murderer was highly admirable. The red-haired man refused to be submissive to the man's inflated ego, he could not forgive himself if his actions fed that man's grotesque and disgusting attitude. Much to Abraham's dismay, this façade only made Negan both flattered and challenged, making him want to prove what he could be able to do. To prove how much of a cold-blooded killer he could be. How much he truly did not care about their lives and only about what they could do for him.

"You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry..." the man chuckled, firmly gripping his beloved bat and lifting it up slowly "Hell, you're all gonna be doing that"

Abraham was standing straight, subtly giving his most recent lover the hand signal they had translated to "I love you" as she silently broke down before everyone. On the opposite side, his ex-girlfriend could not even watch the scene. Watching the man she had learnt to love standing tall on his knees, keeping eye contact with the monster that was about to end his life. Not everyone was able to watch, it was not only Rosita (his former partner) that looked away into the distance as tears streamed down her face. Others, who were not as close to Abraham as Sasha (his lover) was, also dared to watch as Negan cruelly attacked the man.

Gasps, sobs, cries... Those were the noises that took over the crickets as the bat was smashed against Abraham's skull. The echo of the hit was painful, you could almost hear the metal spikes digging into his skin, the blood gushing down his face, Abraham's incoherent mumbles as he tried to speak his last words: "Suck... My... Nuts"

Negan laughed at him before hitting him again, this time harder and leaving him on the ground. He even taunted him, repeating his last words as he looked to his followers to further enjoy his mockery of the victim. He hit him again, and again, and again, and again... He fully raged at the corpse, letting all his anger out on the innocent man's man until his red hair was too faded with the blood to point it out. In Negan's head, this was his revenge for all the Saviors Rick's group had murdered.

If the roles had been reversed, Sierra would not have considered this enough of a punishment. But her perspective of the situation could not let her think too much about it, at least rationally. Her mind was occupied by the little drops of blood that had fallen on Rosita's face, or how Sasha just had to witness the death of her lover very much like she had to a few years ago (without all the cruelty, surely).

The violence and helplessness surrounding the scene were too overwhelming for the woman to be able to have any other thoughts that did not involve wishing for Negan's death or planning how to murder him and his entire group. It was not only overwhelming for her, but also for everyone and everything around her. It was visible, palpable... So noticeable that not even the undead (or walkers, as Sierra had grown accustomed to call them) dared to approach the small clearing in the forest. Not even the walking dead dared to interrupt Negan's moment, his superiority and control over everyone else scarily good as well as incredibly infuriating.

Sierra's stomach was growling in disgust, her breath going faster, her heart pumping what felt like lava in her chest... She bit her tongue, pinched the skin on her wrists to keep herself from fighting back or talking back to him.

"You guys, look at my dirty girl!" the man yelled, showing off his bloody bat and swinging it around in the air – bits and pieces of Abraham's something flying off, until he just pointed the weapon at Rosita, who still could not dare to look at it "Sweetheart... Look at this"

Her eyes were fixated on the red tinted gravel, too shocked to even register tha taunting words of the man responsible for it. Negan enjoyed the state she was in, he watched her and smiled at how miserable she was and how powerful that made him, continuing his tormenting: "Oh, were you together? That sucks!"

Each word that left his mouth was one more log of wood thrown into the fire growing within Sierra. Her chest was growing tighter, her heart pumping faster and her skin getting hotter... Her whole body became a bomb, the clock showing how many seconds until it exploded being each and every word Negan directed towards her friend.

"But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this" he laughed.

Ten seconds. Ten more cruel words is all she needed...

"Red -- and hell, he was, is, and will ever be"

The blonde woman growled in an animalistic way as she jumped off the ground and lunged towards the man, grabbing him by his crimson scarf to hold him in place and punching his face with her other hand. She was fisting the scarf so hard that he did not even move one inch, his neck and jaw taking all the pain and movement. Before she could land another hit, two of his men grabbed her from behind and pulled her away from him, attempting to tackle her to the ground.

Attempting.

Sierra managed to avoid being immobilized by the two Saviours, pushing and punching them until one of them was knocked out by the motorhome and the other one was in a headlock.

She heard Rick calling her name as a warning, while Negan frowned at her in pure and raw anger. He huffed, and she watched. Everyone watched, holding their breaths, as Negan and Sierra stared at each other in a silent war.

"Let him go" a man behind her talked as she felt a crossbow she knew too damn well pressed against the back of her "Or this will be the last thing you do"

She looked briefly towards her found family, all of them scared of what was about to happen to either them or her. It was Carl that slightly nodded to her, letting her know that the best thing she could do right now is listen.

Very slowly, she let go of the man and raised her hands in the air. The man walked away from her, holding his neck in discomfort, meanwhile the man behind her kicked the back of her knee and grabbed her hair to make her look up at Negan.

"Who do you think you are?" he spat angrily at her, almost in a whisper.

"Your worst fucking nightmare" she smirked.

As soon as those words left her mouth, she was hit by the consequences of her own actions. Lucille collided against her cheek with almost superhuman strength, breaking her skin with the force of impact and the barbed wire dragging against her flesh. It was such a strong blow that Sierra fell to her side, barely managing to collect herself with her hands.

"That!" Negan spoke to the rest of the group while pointing at the injured woman with his bat "That is a no-no! That whole thing! Not one bit of that shit flies here!"

His words reverberated against her skull as her heartbeat moved to the bleeding wound on her face, her whole vision turning red and in her ears growing an uncomfortable ringing. Someone close to her, probably the man that threatened her with Daryl's crossbow, dragged his unconscious colleague away from the motorhome – thus leaving a clear path for Sierra to crawl under the vehicle and hide as Negan ranted.

"Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with... But I'm a man of my word. I already told you people, first one's free, then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!"

Sierra was halfway under the motorhome when someone dragged her out by her ankle, exposing her torso and dragging her skin against the gravel. The man turned her around, making her face him as he pointed the crossbow to her head. She blindly tried to cover her face, her hands clumsy as her vision was deprived of focus and other colors beside red, still she was able to see the blond man with a burnt face speaking to her: "Where do you think you're going?"

"Please..." she whispered, struggling to speak as her mouth filled up with her own blood.

"You've got guts, lady" Negan looked down at her, before turning to the blond man "Dwight, load her up, I like her"

The man, now known as Dwight, grabbed the woman by her hair and dragged her towards a black van. She kicked her legs and yelled in pain, in way too much pain to try to put on a façade in front of the Saviors. In a desperate attempt to avoid being taken, she went to grab... Something. Her left hand flew to the floor, trying to grab some kind of anchor that would keep her from being abducted.

But it was the anchor that found her. Glenn's hand went over hers and gave her a reassurance squeeze, too fast to be noticed by anyone else besides them. She knew what it meant. She knew it was a silent promise, an oath to her that she would not be held against her will too long – and he was going to make sure of that.

Dwight threw her in the back of the van rather aggressively, making her whole body ache more (if that was even possible). She used the last bit of her strength to lunge towards him, but her fist was met by the van's doors being closed right in front of her.

"Feisty, just how I like them" she could hear Negan talking to her people, dwelling on his own gain and the group's loss of a great asset "She's mine now, so... Back to it!"

Sierra only managed to hear a loud thud, similar to the sound of Lucille crashing against Abraham's skull, accompanied by gasps and a woman crying out: "No!"

She hit the van's doors in frustration, hearing the suffering of her friends combined with her own physical pain becoming too much for her, until she eventually felt herself give up to the blood loss and overstimulation. Her knees got weaker and she could no longer hold herself up, her stomach growled as her chest heaved, her heart finally relaxing and her face going numb. She brought her hand up to her open wound, feeling the wetness and roughness of blood mixed with gravel against the tips of her fingers – perfect cocktail for an infection, she thought.

Her back was resting against the van's walls, feeling how they vibrated from the noises coming from outside. She tried to fight off the tiredness that overcame her, but her eyelids seemed to have grown independent from her brain's orders. Slowly all the tension left her body as she felt herself weighting more as she let go... Pain and life threatening anemia made her shut her body down to a comatose state, the last words she was able to register from outside echoing through the van's walls:

No exceptions.

[megggyeggy]

A/N: Hi everyone, so this is my first TWD fan fiction. This will be 18+ so minors DNI. There is cussing in this chapter because it’s Negan. So don’t say I didn’t warn you lol. I didn’t proof read, so if there are any mistakes or if you have any suggestions I’m all ears. This is gonna be interesting. My OC is a close friend of Daryl’s. They are almost inseparable.

The End Of Today

Tylee rode down a leaf covered path, her black and white horses' hooves clicking against the gravel. She held her shotgun close to her hip as she rode, humming to herself softly a song that her mother would sing to her when she brushed the knots out of her hair. “You are my sunshine…my only sunshine..you make me happy, when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.” Tylee sang as they walked until she saw the familiar gates of her home. She smiled to herself as she approached the gates, tilting her head to the side before dismounting her horse. She held the reins in her grasp as she knocked on the metal doors.

She hadn’t been home in months, not since they met the new community called Hilltop. She had left for a while to go search for supplies, when she did leave on big supply runs she was usually gone for months. But she never had someone go with her, she just needed her and her horse. It was easier that way, rather than trying to make sure someone wasn’t getting into trouble. She watched as the metal door slid open slowly. Smiling at Rick who had opened the door and she watched as his brows furrowed and how he tilted his head to the side like he always did.

“Rick.” She greeted as she began to guide her horse inside the community, Rick smiled a ghost of a smile as he closed the gates behind Tylee. “Tylee..I..I thought-” She tilted her head curiously with a small grin on her face as she licked her lips. “That I was dead? C’mon now, Rick..you really think it’s that easy to get rid of me?” She teased with a small grin on her face, biting her lower lip faintly while Rick let out a weak chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck. “Uh..No no..um..I- You’ve just been gone for a while..we were all worried.” Rick answered to which Tylee snickered out softly.

“I’m touched. Hey, where’s Daryl? I wanted to see him.” She spoke softly with a small grin, while Rick cleared his throat for a moment as he stared at her with a heartbroken expression. “Um..I-..Daryl..” He took a deep breath while Tylee’s quickly disappeared as she stared at him with a worried look upon her face. “Rick-..Where’s Dary?” She questioned, her voice shaky and uneven. Rick stared at her with worried eyes before clearing his throat again as he took a deep breath, “It’s..It’s a long story..” Tylee had tears threatening to spill as she spoke through gritted teeth, “Then make it a short story, Rick! Where the fuck is Daryl??” Tylee growled slowly with a small glare, she wasn’t mad at him. She was simply just scared.

Rick swallowed thickly as he took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face stressfully with his own tears threatening to spill. “I-..Do you remember the group that we ran into..a while back? The Hilltop? How they were warning us about..a community- that called themselves The Saviors-” “Yes, Rick! Please-..please just get to the part about Daryl, please..” She spoke just above a whisper as she held onto her horse’s reins tightly, sniffling softly as she wiped her nose. “They took him..” Said Rick as he placed his hands on his hips while looking at her with a troubled expression.

Tylee ran her fingers through her hair as she stared at Rick with furrowed brows, opening her mouth to speak but nothing came out for a moment. She swallowed dryly as a tear ran down her dirt covered cheek as she stared at Rick, she took a deep breath as she shook her head. A whimper escaped her throat as sniffled, “Where-..Where did they take him?” She whispered softly while Rick shook his head, looking down with a distressed expression. “I-..I don’t know..They took him with them..They killed Glenn and Abraham.” His voice broke as he spoke to which Tylee let out a sob, a hand slapping over her mouth as she turned to face her horse.

“Fuck!” Tylee whispered softly as she sniffled, her lower lip trembling as she whimpered softly as she closed her eyes tightly. “Oh my god.” Tylee sniffled as she took a deep breath, trying to ground herself. “Okay, okay…So..So..We just need to find him..Right? We just need to find him..We will find him and- and..it’ll be okay..We’ve been through this type of thing before, right?-” Tylee began to ramble as she began to pace back and forth. Rick frowned as he dropped his head, letting out a shaky breath. Tears of his own escaping as he shook his head quietly. “No. No, Tylee..this isn’t-..there is no way around this..they-..they own Alexandria. Okay? We follow their rules.” Tylee looked at Rick with a look of betrayal as her brows pinched together, her mouth gaped open in shock. “What?” Rick swallowed thickly as he shook his head quietly, “We’ve lost too much..They win, we lose. It’s that simple..We play by their rules and everyone will be safe- but if anyone steps out of line- more people will die, Tylee.” Rick spoke softly while Tylee stared at him with teary eyes, swallowing thickly as she shook her head with a soft whimper.

“I-..I can’t just..What about Daryl?” She questioned, her voice cracking from the pain she was feeling. Rick shrugged his left shoulder as he cleared his throat, “Daryl is fine...he will be fine.” He tried to reassure her but not even he believed it himself. Tylee opened her mouth to speak up only to hear someone else pounding on the gates. Rick stared at Tylee with a look that said, ‘Don’t do anything stupid.’ Before he turned and quietly made his way to the gates, sliding them open to reveal a man with a salt and peppered beard and hair. “Hello, Prick.” Negan greeted with a toothy grin, licking his lips before taking a step into the community as he took in the breath of fresh air. The man looked over his shoulder with a shit eating grin. “Let’s get what we came for and get the hell out of here.”

The men surrounding Negan had begun to march their way inside of Alexandria with guns, while the leader had stayed behind with Rick. “Did you find some more of MY supplies?” The man questioned with a wide grin, one that never seemed to fade. “We got more supplies. Didn’t find much but..” Rick trailed off as he looked behind Negan with a certain look upon his face before his eyes trailed to Tylee. To which Negan’s eyes had followed, an even wider grin spreading across his features. “Who the hell is this? I don’t believe we have met. Prick, are you gonna be rude or are you going to introduce me to this lovely lady?” Negan suggested with a snicker while Rick wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

“That’s Tylee..She left for a supply run a few months ago..” Rick spoke softly, watching as Negan began to approach the woman with a toothy grin. Looking at her horse who had large bags tied to the sides of the saddle. He whistled with an amused expression, tilting his head to the side. “So, I take it you have weapons on you, huh? I know you may not know this, considering you haven’t been here when we arrived..but uh..whatever shit you found while you were out gallivanting, well- it’s ours. The weapons, ours.” Tylee stared at Negan with narrowed eyes, her jaw clenching and shifting as she took a deep breath. She looked past Negan and to Rick who gave a weak nod while keeping his eyes locked on the ground. She took a deep breath before rolling her glazed over eyes as she pulled her shotgun off of her horse's saddle and shoved it into Negan’s hand. As well as her knife that was in her boot, the pistol that was in her hip holster.

Negan snickered out softly with a wide grin as his eyes trailed over her with an amused expression, “Well shit, who the hell shit in your cereal this morning?” Negan teased with a wide grin on his face while Tylee glared up at him with narrowed eyes, shifting her jaw before grabbing her horse by the reins and beginning to guide it to the stables. Negan hummed as he looked back at Rick with a shit eating grin, “Wow. A fireball, eh?” He purred out with a teasing grin on his face. Rick simply didn’t respond. Tylee however, spared a glance back to the men only to see Daryl to which her heart dropped to her stomach. She froze as she stared at Daryl, she knew he had seen her as well. She could tell by the way his hardened eyes had softened. “Daryl..” She whispered softly under her breath as she swallowed thickly, looking down at her boots with teary eyes.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

The End Of Today.

[redqueenphoenix]

OC Meet and Greet!

So I have noticed that my OC Victoria Hawkins has been well received with my fan fictions. So I thought I would give a peek into her life. She is my OC for The Walking Dead fandom.

Victoria's not an only child, she had two siblings. A younger sister named Erika and an older step brother named Draven. Sadly though her mother and step father died in the early days of the apocalypse.

Since the fall of humanity she has kept her iPod with her, charging it from generators or where she can. Here is a look into her mostly listened to playlist!

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Steaming Hot

summary: After coming back from a long exhausting day hauling supplies into and out of the Saviors’ trucks, Jane is in desperate need of a shower. After briefly greeting her husband, Negan, who albeit reluctantly lets her leave. She goes to the community showers, and as she’s in the shower, a visitor decides to sneak up on her.

characters: Negan Smith, Jane L. Carter [OC]

cw: smutty (again). negan is a freaky asshole. also, this is an oc x canon fanfiction! if you don't like oc x canon please scroll we don't condone hate on this page <3

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60747703

tags: negan smith/original female character(s), negan smith/original character(s), bats 'n knives (negan smith/jane l. carter), negan smith, original character(s) of color, the hilltop (twd), the sanctuary (twd), the saviors (twd), shower sex, risky sex, public sex, semi-public sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, negan smith being negan smith, negan smith being an asshole, negan smith knows how to eat pussy, aftercare, porn w/ plot, top negan smith

The convoy of Savior vehicles’ engines rumbled and roared as they neared their headquarters, The Sanctuary. The group, led by Negan’s right hand man, Simon, had just visited the Hilltop Colony for their weekly collection of the supplies they’d been promised. A large truck led the rest, and beside it rode up a woman on a motorcycle. This woman was Jane Carter, a lieutenant and Negan’s wife, who decided to tag along on the trip to Hilltop. Her long curls streamed behind her, capturing the sunlight that occasionally made her wince. Her plump and pouty lips wrapped around a cigarette from a pack she’d taken during the Saviors’ little visit to Hilltop. She pulled it out from in between her lips, holding it between her pointer and middle finger as she blew the smoke out, watching it disappear from her peripheral vision. 

The curly-haired woman looked behind her briefly before turning to look forward again. She was exhausted from going back and forth with supplies. She had to focus on the road.

The group was now approaching the compound, the Sanctuary. She stared at the grand structure. She’d always been in awe of it, ever since she joined the Saviors. She couldn’t comprehend how one man created not just this, but outposts too. It was incredible.

The convoy soon pulled up to the gates, which opened for them. The sounds of the dead chained to the fences were drowned out by the grumble of the engines. The vehicles came to a stop. Saviors started exiting, Simon barking orders in the front. “Make sure every last ounce of this shit makes it inside, and no sneaking off! We can’t afford our own people stealing valuable supplies for themselves.” The muscular man crossed his arms, a scowl on his lips.

Jane's weariness hit her as she parked her motorcycle and turned off the ignition. The adrenaline from riding it had worn off. Simon's order reminding her and everyone else of the next task didn't help. She knew she'd have to lug a bunch of stuff she'd already put into the trucks out while sweating bullets because of the heat. All she could think about right now was a calming shower.

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By the end of it, Jane didn’t know how much time had passed. She was too focused on the heat and how she was sweating. It didn’t help that the Saviors around her were messing around a lot, and Jane had to yell at them like they were disobedient children. She felt absolutely grotty. Being dismissed was a relief, and Jane was one of the first to leave the area. She could head straight to her room to grab some new clothes and get to the showers. She grumbled a few irritated phrases in Spanish, cursing the rowdy Saviors without their knowing, pinching the bridge of her nose as she did so.

A couple of minutes later, Jane entered her and Negan’s living quarters. From what she could see, it was empty. She walked over to her dresser and began to rummage through her drawers for an outfit to change into. She was so focused on the task at hand that she didn’t notice her husband entering the room.

Negan had just gotten done with checking in with Simon and the supplies they’d brought in. He didn’t stay too long, snatching a few small items for himself before heading back to his room to see if Jane was there, and to his delight, she was. He hadn’t seen her all day and was honestly craving her. That signature smirk adorned his face as he put his baseball bat, Lucille, down. As Jane grabbed a tank top and closed the top drawer before bending down to the third to find a pair of pants, Negan got up behind her and grabbed her hips. “Boo.” He spoke, a chuckle following.

Jane flinched upon feeling the sudden hands on her hips. She stood up and almost slapped Negan before noticing it was him. Her brows furrowed. “Dios mío, Negan! You scared the shit out of me!” She exclaimed, lowering her hand.

Negan raised his hands defensively, his smirk warping into a grin as his arms wrapped around her waist instead. “Sorry, doll. Felt like havin’ a little fun with my favorite lady…” He leaned into her ear. “Speaking of having fun…” Before he could finish, Jane put her hand up to stop him as she grabbed a pair of jeans. “Not in the mood.” She responded, her tone blunt. It threw Negan off guard - usually Jane was always into the idea. His wife continued, “I’m sweating like a pig right now. Let me at least get clean.” 

“C’mon… what's the point of getting clean if you’re just gonna end up getting all dirty and messy later?” Negan tilted his head, cocking one of his dark eyebrows. 

“Touché,” Jane responded after a moment of consideration before she became firm again. She looked over her shoulder, now having gathered all the articles of clothing she’d needed. “But that isn’t changing my mind.”

Negan pressed against her, his arousal growing more and more profound by the second. “C’mon, Janey… just a quickie?” He was borderline begging now, his breath slightly heavier in Jane’s ear. His hands went to lift Jane’s shirt. The woman slapped his hands away. “Don’t be a pervert, pendejo.” She cursed, glaring at him before adjusting her hold on her clothes. “You are going to wait for me. Otherwise, you’re getting nothing.” She turned around to face her husband, who sighed and nodded reluctantly. His grin never left, but became a smaller smirk. He never openly admitted it, but he loved how firm and assertive Jane was. He liked a woman who could humble him if he needed it.

“Alright. Okay.” The bearded man spoke with a chuckle. “I'll let you off the hook. But you better keep that fucking promise, baby.”

“I'm a woman of my word.” Jane responded with reassurance. “Be patient, and you'll be rewarded.” She paused before putting a hand on his chest and pressing her lips against his cheek. “I love you, mi chico sucio.”

Negan's smirk grew again. When she pulled away, he grabbed his wife's waist and pulled her close. He pressed his lips against hers as her hand gently gripped his leather jacket. The kiss lasted a few seconds before he pulled away. “I love you too, doll. Now don't keep me waiting too long, yeah?”

“No promises.” Jane teased with a wink before walking off. Negan's hand lingered on her hip until he couldn't reach her. All his senses were telling him to keep her here, but she had already left. He shrugged, supposing that he could wait. He sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing his leg. He wasn’t a man of patience, but he had some hope. He'd waited hours already. He could wait a little longer. 

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Jane practically power-walked to the locker rooms. On her walk, she swore she could hear small noises, like footsteps or something… but she shrugged it off. It was most likely because she was tired. When she entered the locker room, it was surprisingly empty. It didn’t bother her, though. She needed some peace and quiet anyway.

Each Savior had a locker they had “called dibs” on, as the others called it. Jane went to hers, which was right near the doorway that led to the showers. She placed her belongings down on the bench behind her. Jane didn’t hesitate to swiftly undress, as she hated how dirty her clothes felt. She lifted her t-shirt over her head and threw it into the laundry bin at the bottom of her locker. After that, she unclipped her bra, fully exposing her viper tattoo that covered her left chest area and the top of her breast, and leaving her upper body bare. She let out a sigh of relief before throwing her bra into the laundry bin. She was about to undo her belt when she stopped. 

Again, she felt a weird sensation. She hadn’t heard anything this time, but she’d just thought it. She turned her head around as she undid her belt but didn’t see anyone else. Her brows furrowed, and she turned her head back around and focused on undressing. She threw her belt into the laundry bin and unzipped her jeans. She struggled to remove the jeans, as they were tight and she had been sweating for god knows how long. She kicked them off with a grunt and picked them up before throwing them and her underwear into the bin. 

Jane was a tall woman with a curvy body type and long legs. She had three tattoos: a rose on the side of her neck, a viper on her chest, and her most recent tattoo, a graphic of Lucille, Negan’s signature weapon, and the symbol of the Saviors. She had some scarring too, from fighting to survive, which involved hurting a person or two. It was a body Negan loved, which explained why he was all over her not too long ago. Jane chuckled to herself - the fact she could make such a powerful man so desperate by doing nothing definitely gave her ego a boost.

Now that she was ready for the shower, Jane hung her clean clothes up in her locker, grabbed her shampoo, conditioner, and soap,  and closed it. She took another quick glance around before walking into the showering area. A few clean towels were hanging on a rail on the wall across from the showers, and Jane took one before walking to the one furthest away from the entrance. She folded her towel up, set it down on the stool outside the shower, and took a deep breath before opening the translucent curtains and walking into it. She turned the knob and sighed in relief at the stream of water raining down onto her skin.

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As Jane got content in her shower, humming softly, she was unaware that someone had entered the showers. Her husband, Negan, had been tailing her and preparing to sneak up on her. He liked messing with Jane. Of course, she’d be slightly annoyed, but she’d always falter. Even she acknowledged she could never stay mad at her husband forever.

The leader of the Saviors had stripped completely naked and had snatched a towel to wrap around his waist. He knew it wouldn’t be on for long, but he didn’t care. He stepped toward Jane’s shower and his eyes landed on the silhouette of her figure he could see. A lustful grin appeared on his face as he took a second to admire her, his hungry eyes looking up and down, taking in her damp curly hair, the outline of her face as she turned her head to the side, and of course, that body. He could see every curve and dip that he’d touched while he was with her, memorizing her body with his hands. His thoughts were running wild, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He began to inch towards the curtains, his grin becoming devious in nature.

Jane’s humming was cut off abruptly when she heard the sound of the curtains opening. Her breath hitched and she turned around. She took a moment to process it was Negan and was going to scold him for not heeding her warnings. Before she could speak, though, her husband dropped his towel, which landed at his heels. He took one step into the shower and closed the curtains behind him.

Negan captured Jane’s lips in a passionately rough kiss, his eyes shutting and his brows knitting together as he pushed her back against the wall and pressed himself against her. Jane’s eyes went wide at the pressure of his lips on hers. She pulled away after a few more seconds of her mouth moving in unison with his.

“What did I tell you about being patient?” Jane asked, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Doesn’t matter,” Negan spoke, his tone gruff. He took her wrist and slowly pushed her hand down to her side. He watched droplets of water drip down her body and onto the floor, ignoring the water raining down on his black hair. “Spread those legs for me, honey. I haven’t had lunch yet.”

“Ah, ah, ah…” The curly-haired woman wagged her finger. “I told you that you wouldn’t get anything if you didn’t wait…” She brought a leg up to his side to tease him further than she already had. “So you won’t. I’m a woman of my word, remember?”

Negan watched as his wife moved her leg in a slight up and down motion, her thigh rubbing on his. The hand on her wrist moved to her thigh and squeezed it. “And I’m not a man of patience. Fucking spread ‘em.”

“Make me.” A challenging smirk appeared on her lips, a defiant glint in her eye. She liked giving Negan a taste of his own medicine, as he'd always tease her. She was the only woman who even stood up to him like this. Negan chuckled in response, his gaze locking with hers. He watched as she raised a brow, giving him a little ‘Well? What're you gonna do?’ look. 

Negan was quick to pin Jane hard against the wall by her shoulders, making the woman grunt. He slowly pushed her downward, putting her into a sitting position with her legs folded, but still closed. Negan couldn't have that. He got down onto his knees, the water streaming down his back. His eyes had never left hers the entire time, even as he grabbed her legs and forced them open.

 “I told you that I'm not a man of fucking patience.” The leader of the Saviors echoed his previous statement. He grinned at her, admiring her slightly shocked expression and the way her chest rose up and down slightly faster than normal. He didn't hesitate to do what he did next.

A loud gasp came from Jane as Negan gripped her inner thighs and dove between her legs. His tongue was quick to slip out of his mouth and begin to lap up the dampness that had already festered there. His tongue slowly moved upwards, making one long stripe of spit as he collected her juices. When he pulled away with a satisfied groan, Jane’s hand took hold of the back of his hair. “Please.” She whispered, her head lolled back. Negan grunted as she gave his hair a small tug. He’d done the same to her while she gave him blowjobs - it seemed she wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. He shrugged it off, though. He enjoyed it.

“Use your words.” Negan’s hand moved up her thigh and reached her pussy. He brought his thumb up to her clit. He began to move it in a circular motion, the pad of his finger rubbing against that sensitive bundle of nerves that made Jane’s hips lift slightly off the ground as she moaned. “Eat me out. Please.” She repeated. Her eyes were shut now, and there was a slight grimace on her lips. She was such a mess, much different from the defiant wife she’d been moments ago. Negan’s sudden ambush must’ve brought down her defenses. He leaned in again, looking into her eyes as he did. “That’s a good girl.” 

Negan sped up the movement of his thumb. Jane was significantly wetter now, and Negan wanted to take care of that. So, he used his free hand to spread her pussy lips apart and his tongue slipped out of his mouth and went into her entrance. He knew by now what speed and rhythm got her off, so he began to lick and suck like he was on autopilot. The dual stimulation made Jane’s breaths get heavier and her body to tense slightly. Her grip on Negan’s hair got tighter. “Negan…” She called his name, her voice subdued because of the public setting they were in. “Negan,” Jane called out to him again. The leader of the Saviors opened his eyes and cocked a brow, letting out a little ‘hmm’ sound, making his wife moan softly and shudder in response to the vibration. “Don’t stop.” She said through the hushed noises of ecstasy.

Negan didn’t have to be told twice. He went on with what he was doing, and as she got closer, Negan wanted to give her a nice little surprise to finish her off completely. He pulled his face away and Jane’s thighs tightened around the sides of his head, drawing a grunt out from in between his lips. “Stay there.” She pleaded, but Negan shushed her. “It’s gonna be fine, darlin’. Let me do what I gotta do.” He brought the middle and pointer finger of the hand that was rubbing her clit and positioned them in front of her entrance.

Jane’s breath hitched as she felt his fingers plunge into her. She tensed around him as he curled them right against her sweet spot, her hips lifting off the ground once again as she gasped out his name. Negan brought his other hand to her hip, pushing it back down. “Relax. Let go, doll. Come on.” He urged, curling his fingers in a rhythmic fashion.  That was able to make Jane come undone pretty quick, letting out higher pitched noises until she reached her peak. She put her free hand over her mouth and yanked his hair as she came all over his fingers. Her noises of bliss were muffled by her hand, and her eyes were squeezed shut. Negan felt an intense pressure on the sides of his head as he watched his wife climax, a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing he’d done what he came here to do. But he wasn’t done yet.

Jane was much more relaxed as the height of her climax passed. She could only shudder as Negan pulled his hand away, his fingers coated in her release. She opened her eyes only halfway, and watched with a slight smirk as Negan hungrily licked his fingers clean. She could hear him groan softly as he tasted her, his eyes fluttering shut. “God, darlin’, you taste like fuckin’ heaven…” He opened his eyes after he spoke, taking in the view of her as he put his hand under the water to wash his saliva off of it. He looked her over and smirked. He was already getting hard again, and the sight of her body just accelerated the process. 

Negan got up and stood under the showerhead. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the water fall onto him and flow down the front of his body before looking toward Jane and wiping his face. “Need help getting up?” He asked, raising a brow. Jane, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, smiled. “I’m not that incapacitated, amor.”

“Yet.” Negan added, his tone cocky. He was confident in his experience, and in fact he could break a strong woman like Jane down, as she did to him. Jane took a moment before pushing herself up, leaning on the wall as she did so. She then pushed herself off of it and took a step forward. Her body was now pressed against his, and so were her lips. Her eyes closed, and his did the same. Jane was much more gentle when it came to kissing than Negan was, most of the time at least. Negan never minded, even enjoying her gentler approach. His hands found her hips once again as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. 

Time seemed to slow, and it felt like hours passed by the time they pulled away. Their breaths were heavy, and their chests rose and fell in sync. Jane was about to go in for another kiss but Negan stopped her. “Oh, no. I’m not waiting any longer.” 

In one swift movement, he spun his wife around so her back was facing him, and he bent her over. There were two handles on either side of the shower, which Jane held onto. When Negan was kept waiting, that was when he was roughest. Negan’s hands went from her shoulders down her back until they took hold of her hips. Jane adjusted herself so her feet were planted apart. He bit his lip at the sight of his woman bent down in front of him. He could stare at her like this for ages. She was just so damn sexy like this, her curly hair sticking to her skin and water cascading down her body. Her curves were staring him in the face and it made his head spin.

All of a sudden, Jane spoke up. “I thought you said you weren’t gonna wait.” Her tone was one of mockery. She pressed herself against him, grinning as she heard him groan in response to the friction she’d created. “Surely ain't gonna wait now, doll.” Negan took one of his hands off of her hips and gave her a firm smack on the ass. Jane visibly tensed and let out a moan, her eyes shutting and her brows knitting together.

“You need a refresher. You can't make a man like me wait.” Negan took hold of her hips again. He didn’t waste any time, digging his nails into her skin, making her gasp as he thrusted forward and entered her. He grimaced and groaned as he felt her walls surrounding him. The sensation never got old. 

The feeling of her husband’s nails digging into her skin combined with the sensation of him buried deep inside of her made Jane moan in ecstasy. Negan took hold of her long curly locks and tugged, making her face the wall in front of her instead of the floor. Jane grunted, feeling the pain at her roots. She opened her eyes slowly, and Negan leaned down and tugged at her hair again, listening to the groan she made before whispering: “I’m gonna destroy this pretty little pussy of yours for teasing me like that, doll.” He gave one rough thrust to emphasize his point, letting out a grunt as Jane gasped. He continued. “You better hold on tight to those bars, honey. You're gonna need it.”

Negan stood up straight. His grip tightened on Jane’s at the same time she tightened her grip on the bars. He gave her hip a tight squeeze before he began to move his own back and forth. His thrusts were rough, but his pace was slow, so he could make Jane feel every single ripple of pleasure. With each one, he'd pull back and slam back into her, making sure she took the entirety of his cock. 

The showering area soon began to fill with the sounds of the couple’s lovemaking. Curses, grunts, and moans bounced off the walls and echoed through the otherwise empty room. Both were very vocal during intimacy, especially after waiting all day. They no longer cared about being considerate and quiet, letting themselves go completely and only focusing on one another.

Negan’s breaths began to grow heavy as he picked up the pace. With each thrust, he lightly tugged on her hair and gave her hip or the tender skin of her ass a squeeze. When he wasn’t grunting or groaning, he whispered to her. He never shut up, even during sex. “Mmm… fuck. Doin’ so fuckin’ well, doll…” He praised, giving her hair a slightly harder tug. “That’s it. Take my dick like the good girl you are.”

Unlike Negan, Jane couldn’t focus on forming sentences, which contrasted with her behavior minutes before this, making sassy remarks and teasing the hell out of her husband. He’d essentially knocked any words she could muster up out of her with each slam into her pussy. The only words she could call out were Negan’s name, and the occasional curse in Spanish. When he tugged her hair harder, her plump lips came apart and she gasped, her jaw now slightly agape. Her grip tightened on the bars and she, once again, said his name, “Negan.”

“That’s me, darlin’.” Negan spoke with a breathless chuckle. When she said his name like that, told him he was doing something right. “Say it again. Say my name again, doll. I wanna hear you scream it loud and clear.” His hand left her hip while his other tightened its grip on her hair. He raised it and brought it down on her ass, delivering a hard smack to the already tender skin. “Negan!” She cried and tensed in response. The man behind her let out a satisfied rumble as his hazel eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back. It brought him great pleasure to hear his name leave her lips. He gave her hair a tug as a reward and picked up the pace once again.

Negan was now slightly leaned over her, his brows knitted together. The grimace he had when he initially entered her had returned, his breaths coming out fast and heavy. He could feel Jane, who could only vocalize her ecstasy unintelligibly, tighten around him, signaling that she was about to finish. As much as he wanted to bring his wife to orgasm, he felt greedy. He wanted to punish her for teasing him. He heard her try to tell him that she was about to cum, but he shushed her. “Shh, no, no, doll. You won’t until I fucking do.” The statement made the woman whine, her expression one of tension as she focused on keeping herself from cumming. Her grip on the bars was as tight as ever, and her legs were trembling beneath her.

Seeing that her legs were about to give out, Negan decided to change the position they were in. He pulled out and tugged her hair so she could stand straight and he flipped her around. Her hands broke away from the bars and she faced him. He bit down on his lip as he saw her face, her striking eyes staring into his, her lips apart, and her body dripping with water. She looked like she was in bliss. He saw the way her lips were as an invite to kiss her, and he took it. Negan pressed a hard kiss against Jane’s, and the woman immediately responded positively, letting out a muffled moan in response. He pulled away and pressed himself against her, pressing her up against the shower wall again, and whispered, “Wrap yourself around me, baby.” He stroked her side before plunging back into her, making her eyes squeeze shut. She let out a high pitched noise as he began to thrust, his pace frantic. She wrapped all of her limbs around him, her fingernails digging into his upper back, making Negan’s already loud noises grow louder. 

As his pleasure began to peak, Negan’s sounds became moans rather than grunts, and were slightly more high-pitched. “Cum with me, doll…” He managed to pant out the demand. Jane nodded, dragging her nails along the skin of his upper back. That brought the leader of the Saviors to his peak. In one swift movement, he pulled his dick out of her and brought a hand down to replace it. As she moaned out his name in ecstasy one last time, he released onto her stomach.

The only sounds present in the shower after Jane and Negan were finished were their heavy breathing, and the sound of the water landing on the floor. The steam formed as a result of the heat of the water gathered at their feet, some rising up to embrace their bodies as they embraced one another.

Negan was the first to speak up, looking Jane over and smirking. “Look at my dirty fuckin’ girl.” He teased, bringing a hand to rub the side of her thigh. “How about I help you freshen up?” He offered. Jane, still a bit winded and shaky, responded with a nod and a soft, “Yeah.”

Negan let out a chuckle. He liked seeing her when he was done with her. There was something about the way her skin shined with a mix of water and sweat, how her eyes opened only halfway, and how her lips were slightly parted so she could steady her breathing. He drank her in for a few more moments before leading his still trembling wife under the shower head.  Jane leaned on the bars on the sides of the shower and turned around so her backside was facing him.

“You’re shaking like hell, doll. Was I that good?” Negan asked. She’d already washed her body with soap by the time he’d snuck up on her, so he reached for her shampoo. He began to pour some into his hand.

“You know what I’m gonna say. You just want an ego boost.” 

“Can’t deny that.” Negan shrugged before beginning to massage the shampoo into her long curly locks. Jane let out a soft and content groan, the feeling of his fingers against her scalp soothing. When he was done, he washed any excess off under the stream of water and then wrapped his arms around his wife. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and pressed his lips against the soft and sensitive skin there. The kisses turned into bites with Negan trapping her skin between his teeth and nibbling on it in an attempt to mark her. 

Jane’s heartbeat accelerated slightly, as the feeling of his teeth on her skin startled her. She brought a hand up to hold the back of his neck, letting out a moan and tilting her head so he’d have easier access. Her brows knitted together, she spoke, “I haven’t even recovered and you’re already prepping me for a second round?”

“Nah…” Negan briefly pulled away before going in again, licking and sucking on her skin. “Nutting all over your stomach isn’t enough - it just washes off. I wanna give you something a little more… how do I say it… long-term.” He bit a little bit harder into her skin, his hands caressing her stomach and chest.

Jane’s eyes fluttered shut and she bit down on her bottom lip, letting out a short, muffled sound. She stayed like that until Negan pulled away, his eyes on the mark he had left. “Fucking fuck, doll. Look at that…” His hand trailed up her body to the side of her neck. “That’ll surely catch the people’s attention.” He was content with the fact people got to see that she was his. He brought his hand back down to her stomach.  “But one isn’t enough.” With that, he went back into it, biting down on the skin of another part of her neck.

“Oh…” Jane’s shoulders rose, urging Negan to bite harder. She opened her eyes and moved her hand up to the back of his hair once again. She gripped it lightly, speaking in a slightly breathless tone, “You are… insatiable. Absolutely—ngh—insatiable.” She let her eyes close once again, leaning back into him.

Negan adjusted himself as she leaned into his body so he could have a more stable standing. “You bet your sweet ass I am, darlin’.” He murmured into her neck. “And I won’t stop until your whole fuckin’ body is covered in my bites.” He emphasized the ‘my’ to really jam it into her that she was his, and only his.

“We’re gonna be here for a while, aren’t we?”

“We are. So relax and enjoy it, because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

Jane’s grip tightened once again as Negan nibbled on her jawline, groaning as he did. Her breaths accelerated as he grabbed her chin and raised it up so he could pay attention to another part of her neck that was closer to her throat. She swallowed back a particularly loud groan, “You better not go any further than this.”

Negan closed his eyes. He savored the feeling of her soft skin in between his teeth before murmuring in return, “No promises, doll. No promises.”

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REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED

GUIDELINES:

First and foremost, I reserve the right to deny any request. This is a blog that I’ve created as a creative outlet and a form of escapism. If I don’t accept your request, please don’t be offended. I’m just not comfortable putting writing out there that I don’t vibe with. It absolutely does not mean I don’t like your idea, or that I’m judging you in any way, I would just hate to write anything that I wasn’t 100% on board with because it’s my goal to provide you with the best story possible.

MATURE CONTENT:

This blog is ADULTS ONLY. If you are not an adult, DO NOT interact with my blog. If you have your age listed in your bio and you are under 18, I will block you. While I don’t only write smut, there will likely always be some sort of adult theme in my stories because I am an adult and that's what I like to read/write.

FANDOMS:

At the moment I’m only interested in writing for Negan Smith and Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead. Having said that, I do love many other fandoms and am sure there will be new fandoms that I come to adore as I watch new shows/rewatch old shows. So check back, because this section will likely get updated somewhat regularly.

SHIPS:

As far as ships go, I don't actually ship any of these characters with anyone in canon, with the exception of Daryl x Rosita, Negan x Rosita. I don’t exactly ship them though, I just always thought that they would be hot together.

As requests are typically self-insert, that is what I will more than likely write in most cases, unless the request features an original female character.

GENRES:

I write fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, and smut. As previously mentioned, you must be an adult to send me any type of request or interact with my blog.

PROMPTS:

Feel free to send in your own ideas, or link me to a list.

SMUT REQUESTS:

I will write Daryl and Negan as both dominant and submissive because I can see each of them going either way. If you have a preference, be sure to specify.

As far as kinks go, I will not write anything involving characters who are underage. Similarly, no age play. Other hard NO’s include incest, rape, dubcon, and anything having to do with urophilia or coprophilia. BDSM isn’t something that I’m particularly interested in either, but I’m definitely not opposed to writing rough smut (i.e. spanking, wax-play, hot/cold-play, slight choking, etc.).

WRITING STYLE/LENGTH/WAIT TIME:

I write first, second, and third person. Please be sure to state which tense you’d prefer for me to write with in your request if you have a preference. I personally try not to use “Y/N” in my stories. It’s just a challenge that I like to give myself.

For length of story, requests will likely be one-shots, maybe some drabbles. I may consider a mini-series, if the request is detailed enough/inspires me to do so.

I have no way of knowing how long a request will take me to write, as I don't know how many I'll accept at a time. I also work full-time and have my own stories/ideas that I’m working on, so please be mindful of that. I promise that I will tag you in the request once it's posted, or link you if you would prefer not to be tagged.

GENDERS/PRONOUNS:

I am a straight female and identify as she/her, therefore I am not comfortable writing from any other POV simply because I would hate to offend anyone by misrepresentation.

I think that’s it for now, but I do reserve the right to update this post anytime that I feel it becomes necessary.

Please let me know if you have any questions, I’m happy to chat!

(Credit: Divider by @firefly-graphics)

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♥️ To Do List ♥️ 1/19/23

Hi everyone! I wanted to give you guys another, updated idea on what I have planned to post over the next week or so.

Just a reminder that my requests are opened and I have updated my character list and masterlist so give it a peek :)

Let me know in the comments which ones you guys are most excited for!!

-Liz :)

Planned (this upcoming week or two):

Liability Part 4 and Part 5: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Sorry I've taken so long to update this fic, I was on vacation and then I was in the hospital twice since I've been home

Smut Request by @leahlovestwd: The original request was deleted in the tumblr-verse so this will be a completely new formatted oneshot about Daryl where he and the reader have had a sort of sexual tension for a while and it finally becomes too much when Daryl sees another man flirting with the reader.

Requests (next few days):

Smut Request by @honey-on-my-lips: Spencer Reid x Reader "Part 2 to this fic".

Flirty/Fluff Request by @sleepless-lies; Elliot x Reader; Summary: "can you please do prompt 25 and 26 where he’s trying to apologize for something stupid he did (flirt with her friend or something)."

Fluff Request by @what-muses; Summary: "May I request a Jonathan Byers x female reader where they play “never have I ever?” And somehow end up kissing?"

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "Y/N calling Loki “My King”."

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "Y/N (or another hero) has a perfect opportunity to capture Loki, but Y/N stops it so Loki can escape."

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "'Why are you here?' and 'I didn’t have anywhere else to go'. Maybe Enemies to Lovers?"

Angst Request by @tearsaura; Summary: "Can I request something angsty with the prompts 11 and 15 for Aaron Hotchner?"

Eventual (TBD):

Anon Smut Request: JJ Maybank x Reader; Summary: "JJ Maybank smut with best friends to lovers? Maybe they get super high and they get into mischief?"

Oneshot Request by @bringinsexybackk69: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader Summary: Daryl and his wife were separated at the fall of the prison bit the Reader manages to escape with Glenn. When they end up upon Abe and his crew, reuniting, they form a group looking for the rest of their family. At Terminus, once all the fighting is over, Daryl and Reader reunite.

'Him + I' Multipart Series: Bodyguard!Daryl x Mafia!Reader Summary: Daryl is entrusted with protecting his bosses daughter which, in all of his years of working, is proving to be one of the most difficult jobs he's been given. Not because the job is difficult but because she is difficult.

'Breathe Me' Multipart Series: Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader Summary: Bucky's difficult part and sharp attitude makes their sessions difficult but his therapist gets right through to him with some 'unconventional' methods.

'Cruel Summer' Oneshot: JJ Maybank x Reader Summary: JJ Maybank makes it his personal job to see that Topper's older cousin is given the full tour of all that the Outer-banks has to offer, including his way of life.

'Daddy Dearest' Oneshot: Negan Smith x Reader AU Summary: Strictly for the pleasure of @ncllywrites, this lengthy oneshot is about the situationship between Negan Smith, a CEO in New York City, and one of his many assistants. Of course he goes after the one girl who doesn't fall at his feet, making it his personal effort to win her over by any means necessary.

'Lights, Cameras, Action' Oneshot: Rafe Cameron x Camgirl!Reader Summary; Rafe falls in love with his most recent camgirl that he's been going to when he craves human (electronic) interaction and affection. Simple as that.

'The Chain' Multipart Series: Summary; The Mandalorian is tasked to take on a high risk, high priced bounty, an escort, who he later realizes isn't wanted for the right reasons and takes it on himself to see that she's handled properly.

Unnamed Oneshot; Spencer Reid x agent!reader; Summary: "After Reid gets out of prison and they're interrogating Cat, it comes out that she's pregnant with Reid's child. Following a big blow up, the reader has some words with Spencer but also with Cat."

Unnamed Oneshot; Aaron Hotcher x teacher!reader; Summary: "The reader meets Aaron at Jack's parents teacher conferences and he's heard all about Jack's 'cute teacher' through Penelope who's done snooping and also through Jack who's completely infatuated with her. When he gives her his personal number to reach out to him regarding Jack when he's off on a case, does she take it as an invitation to reach out to him or does she not?"

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ABOUT ME ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

eighteen years old | she her hers | intj-t

THINGS I WRITE

female oc x male character

female oc x female character ( depends on the request )

different types of headcanons

oneshots

fanfictions

how characters would react to

nsfw alphabet

sfw alphabet

—> request are open!

FANDOMS / CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

I also write for other fandoms and characters, just send a request <3

death note — l lawliet ,light yagami ,near ,mihael keehl ( mello ) ,teru mikami ,mail jeevas ( matt ) ,misa amane

alice in borderland — shuntarõ chishiya ,ryõhei arisu ,suguru niragi ,daikichi karube ,morizono aguni ,õki yaba ,sunato banda

game of thrones — jon snow ,jaime lannister ,robb stark ,viserys targaryen ,oberyn martell ,tyrion lannister ,podrick payne ,eddard stark ,bronn ,petyr baelish ,ramsay bolton ,daenerys targaryen ,sansa stark

house of the dragon — daemon targaryen ,aegon targaryen ,aemond targaryen ,jacaerys velaryon ,cregan stark ,lucerys velaryon ,benjicot blackwood

vikings — ragnar lothbrok ,bjorn lothbrok ,ivar the boneless ,ubbe ,rollo ,harald finehair ,hvitserk

the last kingdom — uhtred ,sigtryggr ,aethelstan ,edward ,aethelred ,finan ,sihtric

gladiator I & gladiator II — commodus ,maximus ,lucius ,acacius ,emperor geta ,emperor caracalla

cobra kai — miguel diaz ,robby keene ,eli moskowitz ( hawk ) ,anthony larusso ,kenny payne ,kwon jae-sung ,axel kovačević ,sensei wolf

karate kid — daniel larusso ,johnny lawrence ,terry silver

the walking dead — daryl dixon ,rick grimes ,negan smith ,carl grimes

lord of the rings — aragorn ,legolas ,boromir ,faramir ,kili ,

the hobbit — thorin oakenshield ,bard ,thranduil ,legolas

the boys — homelander ,the deep ,soldier boy ,billy butcher

RULES

Do not copy ,translate or modify my content without my permission! All rights ( except for the original characters and plots ) belong to me. Everyone who does one of the things above will be reported and blocked!

I have the right to deny or ignore requests I am not comfortable writing

I won’t write specific kinks or themes and nsfw content ( for some characters ). It depends on the request. If I am not comfortable with your request ,I‘ll decline so you don’t need to wait unnecessarily <3

Do not interact with me if you spread hate and disrespect towards me or any other creator / user, or you will be blocked!

If I accept your request ,give me time. I am still going to school and don’t have much free time. I am just writing for fun ,so please respect that

English isn’t my first language ,so you might find some spelling or grammatical mistakes. You have been warned

MASTERLIST

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[hunterssm00n]

Natural Born Sinner

The Comedian has addictions too, and they include more than just cigars and violence. | Eddie Blake/OC |

part 1 of 3

also on ao3: here

*cw include dubcon smut, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, degradation, stalking, emotional/psychological abuse, misogyny, name-calling, breaking and entering, past abuse, dark themes*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

He lifted up Himself and said unto them "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her."

The day had crawled by, and the commute home had crawled even more. All she wanted after a long work week was to be holed up in her apartment with a book, something hot to drink and a warm bubble bath. Maybe that's what she would do tonight - she thought of this as she exited the bus at the stop on the corner. She waved at the driver as she walked down the stairs through the open doors, and he'd crooned at her to have a nice weekend, Michelle.

It was still raining, like it had been the whole day - lately, that seemed to be the only thing Mother Nature wanted to do. Maybe she was sad, Michelle pondered as she crossed the first of three blocks that would lead to her apartment. She didn't have her umbrella with her - it sat idly next to her swivel chair in her cubicle at work, probably still damp from this morning. That was okay though, she didn't mind the rain. And it wasn't like she'd be seeing anyone else tonight anyways. This rain would no doubt frizz her hair in some ungodly way. If it wasn't so damn cold outside - mid October in the city was not at all it was cracked up to be - she probably would have even considered jumping in the puddles. But she didn't. She probably would've ruined her heels, which would've been a big upset.

As she neared her apartment complex entrance, she reached into her pocket to fish around for her front door key. Tiptoeing up the steps to the door in her black high heels, she noted that the lock had been broken. Hmm, no use for the key then. Swinging her long black hair over one shoulder, she simply pushed the door open and stepped inside, attempting to close it behind her to the best of her ability. This was not uncommon - happened all the time. She thought nothing of it as she unzipped her coat, shaking it off during her trek up the stairs to her tiny apartment. Rounding the corner to the right, she did, however, think it was odd that her door was open.

This meant one of two things. Someone was robbing her place, or he was there.

"Shit," she stated. Her unladylike mouth tended to get her in trouble more often than not, but she knew that if he was actually in her apartment then he would be very amused by it. Slowly, she crossed the short span of floor to her front door. She noted that the lock was not broken, the door was merely propped open. Even slower, she reached out and pushed the door open, waiting to see what awaited her inside of her apartment.

Nothing.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Her apartment was the same as it always was; a little messy, smelled a bit like the candle she'd accidentally left burning all last night. No lights on, so she couldn't be sure someone wasn't hiding in the shadows. However, she was sure that he wasn't there, because if he was, he wouldn't be hiding from her. He'd probably be sitting right in her favorite chair in front of the TV, smoking a cigar, one ankle propped up on his knee as he waited for her to come home.

In fact, the only difference she noted was the faint trace of that cigar smoke in the air. The further she walked in, turning on lights as she went, the more she could smell it. She glanced back at the door warily, eyes roving for anything that could have been out of the ordinary. Had he been here? She didn't smoke, so it wasn't a normal smell that was prevalent in her space... Unless he showed up, of course. Then the smell overtook everything. However, no one was there, she concluded. She'd gone through every room, turned on every light, and there was no other trace of anyone having been there. If he had been here, he was gone now. 

Michelle allowed herself to relax for the first time since she got home, sure that she was alone in here. She went over to her front door and made sure it was locked - maybe she'd not locked it properly when she left for work in the morning. Doubt clouded her mind at that thought - she always made sure the door was locked completely when she left her place. Don't worry, there's no one here. She let that thought settle in her mind, trying to let it comfort her. Maybe she was just imagining the smell in the air as well; maybe the thought of him was playing tricks on her like a ghost.

After unloading herself - taking her coat off and hanging her purse up on the coat rack, toeing her shoes off - she immediately went into the bathroom to start drawing herself a bath. That was her goal for this evening: absolute relaxation.

Once the water had run warm and filled up the tub, she added a lavender smelling liquid soap to it and stripped off her clothes, eager to jump into the nice smelling concoction. She pinned up her long hair, thinking how sad it was that she was excited to sit here and soak for the remainder of the evening. But, she needed to majorly de-stress, and this was the best way to do it.

She stepped into the soapy water, sinking down into it with a sigh. Leaning her head back against the porcelain edge of the tub, she closed her eyes for the first time all day.

Not even a minute had passed when she heard a noise from outside her front door. Footsteps, heavy ones. She opened one eye, listening hard. It was probably someone passing by to get to another apartment. From her bathroom she had a direct view to the entrance to her apartment. Since she lived alone, she never bothered closing the bathroom door. She noted a shadow underneath the door from the hallway that wasn't moving - somebody was definitely outside her door, hovering there.

Michelle had seen enough movies to know that she was no way in hell going to call out. That was a sure-fire way to get murdered. She waited in the tub to see if they would leave. The shadow shifted once, followed by a metal clanking noise. It took her a moment to realize that whomever it was was attempting to pick the lock. Now the panic started to set in. Did they know someone was in here? Did they care?

She thought of the smell of the cigar smoke from earlier. Was he outside the door right now, picking the lock? She rose up from out of the water, the soapy suds dribbling down her naked body. She reached for the towel hanging on the rack bolted to the wall next to the tub, wrapping it around herself while stepping out of the water. The clanking from the front door continued, and she quickly cut through the door that led to the bathroom, heading for the kitchen. Her thought was on the giant breadknife that lay dormant in her kitchen cabinet - if she could get to that at least she'd have something.

Halfway there, her door swung open, and instead of freezing in her tracks she took off in a run towards the dark kitchen to her left. She heard the door slam and footsteps thunder towards her just as she slipped into the kitchen. Quick as lightning, she yanked the drawer open and grabbed the massive breadknife, whipping around to point it towards her assailant just as they were about to grab her.

Much to her (non) surprise, he stood behind her. The Comedian himself, Edward Blake. He gave a huff of amusement at the sight of her holding the knife, pointed right at him. "Baby, if I knew this was gonna be the welcoming committee, I woulda come a helluva lot sooner," He winked at her with one of his grins that could put city lights to shame. His problem was that he was handsome, and he knew it. Many a woman had fallen for that smile, those eyes that could stare right through you; he was the very definition of tall, dark and handsome. The devil in disguise. Many a woman, including her.

The difference here was that while she'd fallen for that charm, she wasn't stupid enough to believe him and put up with his shit. She knew the kind of man he was, which was why she tried to avoid him at all costs.

It was a lot harder to avoid him, though, when he did things like this - this wasn't the first time he'd broken into her apartment, unannounced. It just had been a while; a few months. The last time she'd seen him was about three weeks ago (not that long), and it hadn't been in her apartment. Then, he'd visited her at work... after hours, and hadn't let her leave until he'd gotten what he'd wanted.

Still standing with a tense posture, she did lower the knife, but didn't put it down on the counter, "Eddie, you're not supposed to be here."

"Says who?" He eyed her up and down, noting how she was still dripping wet from leaping out of her warm bath at the speed of light. There was a puddle pooling on the cracked kitchen floor by her feet - the rapidly cooling water was now touching her toes as the slope of the floor caused the liquid to roll towards her bare feet.

She could not deny, though she knew how wrong this was, that she felt a twinge of excitement upon seeing him. And she knew how wrong it was, completely and wholly. She always wished Eddie was a better man - if he had been, she could honestly say she would have had no problem with this. Hell, she probably would've gotten down on one knee and proposed to him.

"Says me," Now she did put the knife down on the counter behind her, crossing her arms at him, "I told you not to come here."

"Yeah," he sighed, taking his heavy swaggering steps towards her, one hand reaching up to stroke the scruff on his chin, "But we both know you didn't mean it."

She made herself stand her ground as he came near - it took all of her strength to keep her feet planted on the ground. "I did mean it, and I mean it right now when I say: Get out." He stopped uncomfortably close to her - she could feel the heat radiating off of his large body, smell the musk coming from him as he towered over her. There was tension in the air as he looked down at her, pondering her statement with a smirk. His eyes were dark and smoldering beneath the mask covering them; the mask did nothing to diminish their devious intensity. "You can't push me around."

He chuckled, like this was funny. "Sure I can," He grabbed onto her damp, bare shoulders and pushed her back against the counter. Her lower back hit it firmly enough to startle her. If this was any other situation with him - if he was actually a good man, she could have stood to play this game with him. But she couldn't do this because it was him. He had to go now.

"Eddie," There was an edge to her voice, but it didn't come out as harsh as she wanted it to, "Don't," She pushed her hands against his chest, which was protected by the hard bullet proof vest that he wore with the rest of his costume. Her push, which was rather flimsy, she noted with annoyance, did nothing to him. She chalked it up to her being nervous - she knew what was going to happen, and she knew there was a point where she was going to stop protesting.

"Honey, I'm not gonna hurt'cha," He nuzzled his face into her hair, cradling her now so that her head was under his chin, her lips inches from his throat. She wanted to bite the skin of his neck, wanted to kiss it, lick it, tear into it with her teeth. She wouldn't let herself unwind from this rigid posture - she feared that if she did, the motions would all come back full force, and she would lost herself to this lust that he brought out of her.

"I just missed ya is all," Big, warm hands cradled her jaw, trying to lift her face so she would look at him, "C'mon baby girl,"

God, that voice was her undoing. Deep, hot drawl that poured out of him like molasses. She could feel the vibration of his chest against her hands, rumbling with each word he spoke. Oh, hell. She tried to keep her face away from his, but those calloused palms could be so strong yet so gentle at the same time. He managed to lift her face, tilting her head back with skill. She turned her cheek as he leaned in for a kiss, his scruffy beard grazing her cheek as did his lips. Undeterred, his mouth continued to kiss down to the crook of her neck, and she felt his tongue lap at droplets of water that still clung to her bare skin.

She balled her hands into fists against the hard covering on his chest, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around his waist. He kissed a warm trail down to her shoulder, having to lean down the farther he went. As if he'd been thinking that at the same time as she, he suddenly gripped his hands onto her towel clothed waist and hoisted her up to sit on the countertop behind her. This swift motion caused the top of her towel to unravel from her chest, leaving her exposed to the chilly air. Her nipples hardened in the coolness, and his administrations were not helping as he stood between her legs and trapped her there, hands stroking her thighs and mouth working all over her neck and shoulders. She did let out a moan, a quiet one that escaped her throat, when he knelt down so his mouth could reach her exposed breasts. The heat between her legs was molten with desire, burning hot with want that she knew wasn't going to go away. She banged her head back against the cabinet on the wall behind her when he tugged on a nipple with his teeth. She didn't even realize her hands were in his hair until he hissed at a particularly hard pull, and she tilted her head to look down at him.

"Not that I don't enjoy the fight you put up, but," Those large hands fumbled with untying the rest of the towel and getting it off of her, "I don't know why y'even bother when you know you're just gonna wind up on your back begging me Eddie, Eddie please-"

With a glare and a surge of energy, she shoved at his chest with her feet, pushing him back away from her. He landed on his back with a massive thud that shook her entire kitchen, pots and pans rattling in their cabinets and under the stove. Jumping down from the counter top, she clutched at the towel in her hands, bringing it up to cover her chest once more. She reached back and snatched the knife up off the counter, pointing it at him as he started to sit back up with a growl.

"No," she stated firmly, swallowing down as much of the arousal as she could. Eddie sat up a little off the floor, leaning on his elbows as he watched her brandish the knife at him. "You need to go. Don't make me say it a third time."

"Awww, 'Chelle," He smiled at her like he thought she was cute, that megawatt grin lighting up the dark kitchen, "Put that damn thing away, honey, only person you're gonna hurt is yourself."

She took a step closer, jaw clenched (as well as her thighs), "You know damn well I know how to use this - I'm not fucking around, Eddie, I want you to-"He lunged up at her suddenly, and she let out a shriek as she jumped back, still holding the knife steadily out in front of her as he leapt to his feet. "Jesus Christ!" One hand clutching her towel closed over her chest, her hand that held the knife trembled ever so slightly as she kept it pointed at him, "Just stop it already, would you please?!" She knew he was trying to scare her, and damn it, it worked. He had that look in his eyes he got when he was about to do something bad - that sick light in his dark iris's that meant he was more than willing to take her even with the knife still clutched between her fingers.

Instead of acting upon whatever he'd been thinking about doing, he relaxed his posture and reached a hand up to smooth his hair out of his face. He sighed, "Believe it or not sweetheart, I'm not here for a fight. I miss you - I wanted to see you." The words sounded foreign, awkward coming from him. The Comedian rarely got sentimental, rarely got serious unless he was pissed off. She almost felt uncomfortable hearing him say them, as much as he himself was saying them.

She swallowed thickly again at his low voice as it crawled over her flesh like a warm breath of air. She didn't let herself loosen her grip on the knife. "You broke into my apartment - into my building."

"Okay," He held up one large hand, palm facing out towards her, "That was broke when I got here - your fuckin' landlord is a piece of shit, wouldn't know how to fortify a building to save his damn life. Then I had to rush on up here and make sure you were okay, but you weren't home. So, yeah, then I picked your lock." He shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. "And I wouldn't have to break in if you didn't keep changing the damn locks."

She stared at him in outrage, "I never gave you a key!"

"You left a spare lying out on the fucking coffee table - what else were ya gonna do with it?"

"I wasn't gonna give it to you! Not everything is yours!"

"'Course it ain't," There was that grin again. God, he was going to be the death of her. "That's why when you want something, y'gotta take it."

Instead of arguing with him further, she shook her head, "You're fucking insufferable."

"And you love me for it," He winked at her, taking a step closer, not caring about the potential danger of the knife she held. She raised it at him in warning - she would not be swayed by his charm. Looking down at the blade like how one would look at a flower, the man before her tilted his head to one side before his eyes once again rose to meet hers. Then, "Were you takin' a bath before I came in?" The tone of his inquiry was general curiosity laced with suggestiveness - which meant that she should not answer this question. She didn't give him any indication that she'd heard him, but that didn't seem to deter him from his goal... Whatever it was at the moment. "Well hell, doll, don't let me stop ya! You know what, I've got a great idea: Why don't I join you? I'm feelin' real dirty right now..."

She narrowed her eyes at him, but he was already turning and heading towards her bathroom - her very tiny bathroom that could barely fit one person, let alone the both of them. He himself was the size of two and a half people - tall and broad, and his costume just added to his bulk. Still clutching the knife, she followed him, stepping carefully over the trail of costume he was leaving behind. She had half a mind to pick up all the pieces and throw it all out the window, but she didn't want to give him a reason to be walking around naked in her apartment. At least if everything was here, she could maybe chuck it all out in the hallway and shove him out with it. Maybe. Her heart stopped when she saw his pants lying in the doorway to the bathroom, and she gulped despite herself. "Eddie..." she warned, knowing the sight that would await her when she rounded the corner - she steeled herself for what she would see.

The sight before her she was sure would be the death of her, if nothing else he did quite did the trick. The Comedian was laying in her bathtub, which was not big enough for him, and he was naked. He scrubbed at the black paint around his eyes with the soapy water - he didn't seem to mind the girly scent. Everything was off - his clothes, his gloves, his mask. There were no weapons in sight, so unless they were submerged under the water with the rest of him, they were lying dormant on the floor with the rest of his costume. He cupped his large hands in the water to gather some, and poured it over his head, smoothing back his damp hair. God Almighty. He had to leave now before he caused her to do something she would regret.

"C'mon, 'Chelle, I need help gettin' my back. You know there's that one spot I can't ever reach,"

"No, what you need to do is go, just please, go."

"Please, please, please, so Goddamn polite," He plucked her purple loofah off of the hook it had been hanging on suctioned to the side of the shower. "You're even polite when my tongue is in your pussy." He chuckled at the thought, squeezing her loofah between his hands so the soap suds spilled over his fingers, "'Oh Eddie, please, oh unnh please...'"

She tried her best to ignore what his words did to her. She didn't know what to do - he wasn't going to leave and her resistance was fading. Her conscience was even whispering Just give him what he wants, what you want, and he'll go. But every time she did, it was harder to let him go.

She knew she wasn't the only one this whole situation was hard on.

Her lack of words caused him to look over in her direction, dark eyes trailing up her towel clothed body before meeting her own. He seemed to sense her conflict (which wasn't difficult given their past), and he stood up out of the water.

She'd been right about the whole 'no clothes' part. That was for certain.

Her mouth watered at the sight of him, much like the water that cascaded down his naked body as he stood there. She didn't stop her eyes from roaming; she couldn't. He extended a hand out to her, one long leg lifting over the edge of the porcelain to step out of the claw foot tub. Water dripped off his body onto the floor mat beneath him, and it wasn't long before he stood right in front of her once more. Her eyes were on his chest - where her eye level pointed directly since he was so tall. She focused on the hard muscle beneath the skin, a protective layer of fat covering the muscle - he was dense and warm, the kind of body that you wanted to cuddle up to; the kind of chest that you wanted to fall asleep on. She didn't want to look in his eyes; instead she focused on the dark hair on his chest that the water droplets clung to, the hair that traveled down and down and down - No, she wasn't going to look there, either.

"Where'd all that fire go?" he murmured, his voice low and sensual. It was said so quietly that she wasn't even sure if he was talking to her or of if he was commenting to himself. She felt his fingertips graze the backs of her hands, then close around her clenched fists, including the one still holding the giant breadknife. From there his hands stroked a line all the way up to her elbows where he lifted her limbs and placed them around his neck. It was so much harder not to look at him now - she had to keep her head tilted downwards. "'Chelle," She closed her eyes to keep from looking up into his. His hands were on her face then, gently but firmly tilting her head back. She knew what was coming, and she knew once she hit that certain point she wouldn't want to say no, wouldn't want to tell him to leave.

When she felt his lips touch hers, she knew that point had come. There was no going back now.

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AN: I do not own the Watchmen franchise or any of it's characters. Michelle is my own OC. I also do not own the song 'Natural Born Sinner' by In This Moment. The above pictures are from pinterest, there's links attached that go back to the original posts.

part two

[antoxsmith]

Negan, give me strenght

Warnings - Just Negan rooting for you, I guess reality shifting /kinda/ /it's weird, just read hehehe/

Pairings - Negan x Reader

A/N - Just a little something I wrote to give myself some confidence for my presentations at Uni. Maybe it can give you strenght too!

NEGAN MASTERLIST

Everything might feel like shit, like it's becoming too much for you to handle. But he's always there; he's always going to be there.

He sees you struggling, knows you need him. Sadly, he isn't part of your actual universe; but he manages to send a message to you. When you see the letter on your desk, you just know it has to be him. He found a way to reach out for you, even when being so far away. It said:

Hey, dollface. I don't have much time, so I'm gonna go straight to it.

Listen, baby girl. You didn't just go through four months of barely sleeping, keeping up with the assholes you are supposed to work with, taking over every damn piece of work your professors give you and turning in straight tens and A's all the time; just to quit the race right now.

I know you. You are amazing, you are a fighter; hell, you are the strongest woman I know! And if you quit... well, just know that no matter what, I'll always be here rooting for you.

But I know you won't do that. You'll keep going and you'll take over this fucked up world, with those bright eyes of yours and that top notch brain... ah, fuck, just thinking about it makes me want to marry you and fuck you till you can't use that fantastic brain anymore, ruin you for everything.

Maybe I'll do that. But!... Only after you're done with your responsabilities.

I love you, alright? But most importantly: I believe in you. You can do anything you dream of. You are strong, and I'd pick you every damn day.

Have a good day, baby girl. Now, go get them!

-Negan

You held the letter to your chest, smiling to yourself. He was the only thing you needed to keep going, to gain the strenght you needed to go through this.

You chuckled into the distance, wondering what he had to do in order to be able to deliver that letter. With a small whisper, you answered into the universe: "I love you too."

[fernando-jpg]

Y/N: I slept incredibly well before I met you.

Negan:

Y/N: Stop snoring you cunt.

[wittystiles]

Prisoner || Negan (Walking Dead)

author: wittystiles

word count: 3k

relationship: Negan x Fem!Reader 

warnings: 18+! Smut! Vaginal sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), cursing, dirty talk (if you squint, I tried), choking (barely lbr)

Summary: Prisoner!Negan gets a special surprise for Halloween. 

A/N: This was written for @thewalkingdead-imagines​ Halloween challenge, and unfortunately its ridiculously late because I got sick and shit. :-/ Anyway! I tried my best with the smut, it’s not the greatest but, she’s okay. As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy! (-:

Prompt: Dirty Talk - “Do I scare you?” - Prisoner

You crept silently down the stairs of the makeshift jail. A shiver ran up your spine each time your bare feet met the concrete floor. You tiptoed to the bars separating you from the man sound asleep on the bed. You took a moment to look him over, appreciating the way the sunrise cast a warm orange glow over the cell and his soft face. He’d been granted permission to shave the night before and you would have been lying if you said you were sad to see his disheveled beard go. 

You shimmied your hips a little in excitement before shouting, “boo!” 

Negan shot up on the bed, hands coming down behind him to steady himself. He was wide eyed when he turned to look at you. Unable to stop yourself from smiling, you stood on your tiptoes again, pressing yourself tight to the bars. “Oops,” you let out a soft giggle. “Did I scare you?” You winked at him, watching with obvious interest as he found his footing. He pressed himself up from the bed, crossing the small cell to stand in front of you, eyes narrowed now to angry slits. 

“No,” he replied, voice not shy of annoyance. His large hands wrapped tightly around the bars on either side of you. “What the hell do you think you’re even doin’?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, pressing your face further between the bars. “It’s Halloween. Figured you deserved a trick,” you winked, pursing your lips together for a kiss. He pulled away from the bars, denying you silently. You couldn’t hide your clear disappointment, brows coming close together as you moved to stand at the door to his cell. “Are you mad?” You wondered, crossing your arms underneath your chest, perking your breasts up. 

He shook his head, sitting back down on his bed. “Not at all.” He rest his elbows against his thighs, leaning forward with his hands clasped between his knees. “How the hell do you know it’s Halloween?” 

You took a moment to consider your answer, frowning a little bit. “Well, I don’t really.” You replied honestly. “It’s autumn though, and well - it just feels like it could be Halloween. Everyone else agreed with me, and we all decided to celebrate for the children here.” 

“Sounds like a waste of fuckin’ time.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a little down about his response to Halloween. You’d gone out of your way to wake up early to sneak down and surprise him and he didn’t even seem like he was interested. “Sorry I was trying to include you in something outside of your cell. I thought I was doing something nice.” 

“If you wanted to do something nice you’d have worn a sexy little costume for me, babe. Really encompass Halloween.” 

A smile spread across your lips as you pulled off the oversized and worn sweater you’d pulled on, revealing a tattered police uniform you were concerned was probably meant for a porno. Negans expression instantly shifted, his tongue getting caught between his teeth as his lips turned up in a smile. His eyes looked like they’d nearly lit up. You shimmied off the pants you were wearing, showing off the bottom of the outfit. You felt like you were barely dressed even though you were /mostly/ covering all of the important parts of your anatomy. 

“What is this, darlin’?” He looked you up and down, standing from his bed. 

You licked your lips to keep yourself from laughing excitedly, “well. You’re a prisoner. I figured it would be best to wear a matching costume. Also, how funny is it?”

“Very funny, baby.” He looked down at his own attire, sighing a bit. “Sorry I didn’t change for you. Not a whole lotta fuckin’ options in this place. I get this or - this.”  

“Don’t be sorry.”  You unlocked the cell, pulling it open. “You know? You have really been a model prisoner lately,” you mused, looking him over with a thin smile on your lips. “Hmm, what should I do to reward you?”  

“You should get your little ass in here and crawl to me on your fuckin’ knees.” You felt a shiver run up your spine, slowly sinking down to your knees, working your way silently across the floor until you reached him. You sat back on your heels, looking up at him with an expectant smile. 

“Happy Halloween,” Negan greeted, leaning down a little toward you. You lifted yourself up a bit, expecting a kiss. Your eyes shot open wider when instead his hand closed around your throat, pulling you up to your feet. He backed you up until your back met the bars, tightening his hold slightly on your throat. You clammered to grab hold of his wrist, looking over his features. He didn’t look pissed or particularly murderous, instead his pupils were wide and his face was that of a man who was damn near ravenous. You switched rapidly from fear to excitement. 

You tugged on his wrist as best as you could, trying not to react too much when he shoved his knee between your legs, supporting your body against his thigh. He kept his hand on your throat as he leaned forward, lips right beside your ear, whispering in a tone that would have soaked you through had you not have already been turned on the moment he grabbed your neck. “Do I scare you?” 

You slightly shook your head, relaxing down against his thigh. “No, baby.” You replied in a soft voice, tilting your head back between the bars, letting him keep hold of you. “You are making me want to reward you even more now, though.” 

He smirked, dropping his hand from your neck, gripping the front of your little cop costume tightly, “I’ve always fucking hated the law.” He supplied before he made quick work of ripping your costume down the front, smiling with excitement when he saw you weren’t wearing anything underneath. You lifted your arms a little so that he could pull the sleeves of the costume off of you, leaving your top half completely exposed. He dipped his head low, kissing along your chest, sucking your nipple between his soft, plump lips. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the nub until it was hard enough to catch between his teeth. He gave it a tug, making your breath hitch hard in your throat, your back arching to press your chest up. 

Negan released your nipple, kissing his way across your chest to the other side, repeating his actions as he began rocking his thigh against you, giving you attention you didn’t even realize you’d needed. Your hands came down from the bar, one finding its way into his short hair, giving a soft tug to pull him away from your chest. He lifted his eyes to meet yours, a hand leaving your side to come up and grab your wrist, moving your fingers from his hair. “Now, now, little girl. Don’t think I said you could go gettin’ grabby, did I?”

His drawl always made your heart flutter just a bit, and you gave a rock of your hips in replacement of  a response. Your eyes darted frantically from his lips, to his eyes, to his hand on your wrist. You had been anticipating getting into his cell and getting his hands on you for weeks, months even, and now that you finally were, your brain could hardly process it. He hadn’t done anything to you, and you were his already. Pliable, easy, ripe for the taking. His hand dropped from your wrist and you went back to holding the bars, bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

“Think you can be my good girl and keep your hands there for me?” His mouth was beside your throat as he spoke, his breath tickling your skin. You nodded eagerly, hands flying back to grasp the bars you were pressed against, fingers wrapping so tightly around them that your knuckles were turning white. 

Negan smirked, withdrawing from you, ripping your costume completely, watching the tattered remains fall to the floor at your feet. “Someone excited?” He gripped your hips hard, looking you over slowly. “You’re here to finally get off with me uh, baby?”

You nodded, hooking your leg around his to pull him closer, trying to keep him as close to you as possible. He dug his fingers into your hips hard, sure they were going to leave bruises if he didn’t let up. “Keep still,” he ordered in a tone that was more serious than you were ready for. You dropped your leg from around his, breathing deeply. He kisses his way down your bare body, getting comfortable on his knees in front of you, kissing softly along your hips, his hands coming down around your butt, giving a hard squeeze. “Hold onto the bars still,” he whispered against your skin, hooking his fingers into the flesh of your thigh, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. You held tighter to the bars to keep yourself up and supported, feeling the heat of his breath heavily between your legs. 

You knew he was going to touch you, but your flesh felt alight when he finally made contact with you. He spread your thighs wide enough to delve his tongue between your lips, licking slowly and deliberately along your core, looking up at you as he circled his tongue in slow, hard circles around your clit. You couldn’t look at him, eyes heavily lidded. You couldn’t remember the last time you were touched, let alone eaten out. His tongue was hot and heavy against you, lapping at your already soaking core like you were his favorite meal. Your head lulled back against the bars, hips barely rolling of their own accord.  You knew he was enjoying himself, feeling a soft vibration against your clit when he made the smallest sound. You wanted to beg him for more but you didn’t know how. You’d know you’d been deprived of intimacy but not enough to make you forget how to speak. 

He worked his mouth on you faster, circling the tip of his index finger around your entrance to coat it in your juices before he slowly slipped it inside of you, hooking it at just the right angle to get you to roll your hips hard against his face in a small spasm. You gasped in a breath, fingers feeling like they were going to break as you tightened them around the bars, keeping you together. He sucked hard on your clit as he added a second finger, the tips rubbing against a rough patch inside of you, your body tensing tightly. You dug your heels into his back, moaning loudly into the morning air. You were desperate, close, frantic for him to move his fingers faster inside of you, his mouth to work more on you. 

He could feel your thighs tightening around his head as he continued licking and sucking on you, damn near writing out your pleasure with his tongue. He picked up the pace, feeling you tensing around his fingers and relaxing.  You felt your thighs begin to squirm, your hold on the bars loosening.  

He pulled away instantly, feeling more pressure on his shoulders than before. “Ah, ah. You’re not holding on like I told you to,” he frowned. He slipped his fingers out of you, licking them clean slowly before pushing your legs off of his shoulders. You swallowed hard, missing the feeling of his tongue on you and his fingers inside of you. You were tensing around nothing and desperate for more, tightening your hold again. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed. “I didn’t mean to, just. Go back. I’ll be good. I was nearly there,” you whined. 

He stood, smirking at you like he was enjoying this. “You’ll get there again, baby. But I’m not gonna keep doin’ something you like if you can’t even follow one fuckin’ rule, princess.” He brought his hands down to his belt, unfastening it, letting it fall open as he unbuttoned the loose fitting grey pants he wore. You smiled excitedly, sinking down while holding onto the bars, settled on your knees expectantly. “What’re you doin’?” He asked, raising a confused eyebrow at you. 

“Aren’t you wanting me to return the favor?” You asked, licking your lips while looking from him to the opening of his pants. 

“Oh darlin’,” he shook his head, a smirk spread across his lips so damn devilish you felt a rush straight to your core. “It’s been years since I’ve been fucked,” he spoke in a tone that sounded no-nonsense, licking his tongue over his wet lips. “And right now, baby? There's nothing I wanna stick my dick in more than your perfect little pussy. So wet and ready for me. Could’ve probably fucked you the moment I had you undressed, baby. But you know how greedy I am. Couldn’t get away without having a taste of you.” He winked, “stand back up and spread your legs for me.” 

You practically shot up, spreading your legs wide to allow him access. He pushed his pants down to his ankles, hard cock bobbing up against his shirt clad stomach. You eyed him hungrily, hips jutting forward instinctively toward him. He wrapped his hands around the back of your knees, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You obliged his every move, holding yourself up by the bars, legs loosely wrapped around him. 

He gripped his dick at the base, swirling the tip of it around your entrance in a way that had you wanting to loosen your hold on the bars, sink down on his cock like it was going to save you. “Please,” you whimpered, giving a quick squeeze of your thighs to his sides. “Please, Negan. I’ve wanted this for so long.” You were nearly whining now, looking at him like a bratty child. 

“Patience, baby.” He pressed his lips to yours, pushing himself an inch or so up into you. You moaned against his lips, working your tongue between them to lick at his tongue. He bit down gently, causing you to gasp in surprise. He took this moment to sink himself into you to the hilt, not giving you any warning. Your eyes shot open wide from the unexpected stretch. You felt your walls tighten reflexively around him, and his kiss grew more wanton. You let yourself sink down the bars just a little, feeling like he had somehow managed to get a little deeper inside of you. He brought his hand from your thigh up to your throat, gripping it like he had earlier and you squeezed around his dick, pulling away from the kiss. 

“Tell me how fuckin’ badly you want me baby,” he whispered into your ear, kissing at the junction of your neck and jaw. 

You swallowed hard, “so bad. Fuck, Negan. Please… Fuck me.” 

He pulled out slowly as you got your words out, squeezing the sides of your throat as he slid back into you. His head was swimming from the stimulation, missing the feel of velvety warmth around his cock after so long. He concentrated on his actions, keeping his lips on your neck while rocking in and out of you at a pace he knew wouldn’t have him bursting too early. 

You weren’t much better, writhing and whimpering with each thrust of his hips. You were practically panting, your clit being brushed against every time he moved because of the angle you were held at. “More,” you whined, lowering a bit more. He picked up the pace a little more, his hand dropping from your neck to between your bodies, finding your clit instantly. He pounded into you ruthlessly, circling his middle finger around your clit in time with his thrusts. 

Negan could feel every reaction your body had. “That’s my good girl. You're taking me so good,” he whispered against your skin. Rapidly you felt your stomach tightening, your orgasm rushing in on you. You dropped your hands from around the bars, wrapping them around his shoulders, clawing your nails into any flesh you could. Your head dropped to the crook of his neck, hiding your mouth against his skin to keep yourself from yelling out as you reached your crescendo, thighs shaking and walls spasming around him. 

Negan wrapped both arms around your back to hold you up against him, fucking desperately up into you. Your orgasm threw him into a spiral, his own chasing yours. His movements grew sporadic, keeping himself buried as deeply in you as he could, barely pulling out. You were too preoccupied with your own bliss to realize he was filling you. 

Your breathing evened out as you came down from your high, feeling the last few little thrusts Negan could manage before he pulled out of you. You released your arms from around him, dropping your legs from the floor. He bent to pick his pants up, putting himself away. 

“Happy Halloween,” he managed, voice rougher than normal. “Guess we both got our treat today, huh, baby?” 

You nodded slowly, finding your sweater on the outside of his cell, half aware of the fluid dribbling down your thigh as you moved. “Guess we did,” you sighed contentedly, pulling the sweater over your naked body. “Can’t wait for Christmas,” you mused, tugging your jeans on. 

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Warnings - Mention of rape (no details, not between reader x Negan), you hit your head a lot, angst. First time writing Negan so probably very ooc. 

Requested - anon - based of 09x9. When Negan leaves Alexandria, he comes across the reader hiding in the saviour’s old place about to be bitten by a zombie. When he realises there’s, nothing left for him he takes you back with him. Just go from there Angst & fluff w/ a happy ending please, thanks x

Prompts - “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. That’s it breathe for me, it’s okay. We’ll sit here for as long as you need. You’re safe, I promise.”  & “You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake.” & "While there is life, there is hope.” &“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” & “Sometimes it’s good to be scared because it means you still have something to lose…” & “I’ve never met someone so optimistic. It’s impressive, but how?”

‘There’s nothing out there for you, for anyone’ Judith had told him. Deep down he knew she was right but he ignored that part of himself, he had to leave, had to see for himself. He hadn’t had to lie to Judith when he told her she knew him better than anyone, that was the sad truth, his only friend was a kid who defied her mom to come talk to him outside of his little prison.

As he walked, the sun on his skin, a slight breeze around him, he was glad he took his chance. Maybe the kid was right, maybe there was nothing left out here for anyone but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to look.

After stopping in a deserted town, and a close encounter with a couple of dogs, he knew where he had to go, just needed to see for himself what had become of his Sanctuary.

“Home, sweet, home.” He murmured to himself as he gazed upon the place he once ran, a place where he was looked up to, a place where he was practically treated like royalty, especially in comparison to his position at Alexandria. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked.

Judith’s words ran through his head as he looked at the place. Empty and trashed, nothing at all like the Sanctuary he’d built for his people. He didn’t leave though, he looked around remembering everything that once was. Hearing a banging in the distance he followed it, recognising one of the Walkers made him grin, people stayed loyal apparently.

He walked deeper into the Sanctuary, hearing the occasional moan and clang. Each room brought back a different memory, some made him smile whereas many made him frown. He’d lost what he had built, of course he’d known that from the minute his throat was slashed and he was thrown in Alexandria’s prison but seeing the reality, well it hit hard.

Negan was pulled out of his head when he heard a loud bang echo down the empty corridor. He raised an eyebrow thinking it was nothing more than a stray walker until he heard a scream. He was running towards the source before he could even think about it. He found where the screaming was coming from quickly, taking note of the scene in front of him.

A girl with tattered y/h/c hair and various blotches of dirt covering her skin was huddled in the corner of the room, two walkers drawing in on her. From the looks of it she had no weapon. Quietly, he made his way over to the one closest to him before attacking, the pipe smashing down on the walkers head a few times before killing it, gaining the other walkers attention as he did so, he turned his attention to that one and made sure it was dead too before looking at the girl who was covering her face with her arms.

Negan knelt down in front of you causing you to look up at him in awe.

“Hey there.” He said as he reached out to touch a deep looking cut on your arm but stopped when you flinched away. “It’s okay, I ain’t gonna hurt ya, just want to take a look at that nasty cut there.” He told you, you hesitated before offering the arm to him.

“That a girl. I’m Negan by the way.” As he looked at your arm, he couldn’t help but wince, it was deep alright and looked like it was getting infected.

“Y/N.” You managed to croak out. Your throat was dry and you were hungry but that wasn’t new. Hell, you’d been on your own for so long, not trusting other groups of people after a few bad experiences with the few you had blindly trusted.

“Nice to meet ya, Y/N. You know,” he started, ripping a small piece of his shirt, “this place here used to be my home. It’s not anymore of course but that’s a story for another time.” You winced as he wrapped the torn piece of fabric around your cut.

“You get separated from your group or somethin’?” Negan asked, looking at you questioningly. You just shook your head causing his eyes to widen. “You’re on your own out here? Hell kid, you don’t even have a weapon.”

“‘M fine.” You whispered causing Negan to wince in sympathy, he didn’t have any water on him to give you either.

“Look, you don’t gotta trust me but come with me and we’ll at least try and find ya something to drink, yeah?” He could have left you; it would have been so easy for him to walk away but something about you made him want to help you. He could see you looked hesitant and your breathing had started to come out more rapidly than normal.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. That’s it breathe for me, it’s okay. We’ll sit here for as long as you need. You’re safe, I promise.” Negan said soothingly, slowing his breathing down and exaggerating his breaths a bit but it worked and soon you were copying his breathing. You couldn’t trust him, that had gotten you hurt in the past but he said this used to be his home so maybe he knew his way round better than you.

“Okay.” You told him, voice still barely above a whisper.

“Good girl.” He whispered back, standing up before holding a hand out for you to take. You hesitated before taking his hand and letting him pull you up. He gently grasped your shoulder in his other hand when you wobbled, dangerously close to falling over.

“Jesus kid, when was the last time you ate something?” He asked causing you to shrug, it had been so long. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can find you anything.” Negan said, moving his hand from your shoulder but keeping his other hand intertwined with yours.

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“Listen, you gotta stay here until I come get you, don’t make a sound. You got it?” Negan asked as he led you outside and surveyed the walkers. You could probably get through them, there weren’t many but you figured this guy knew what he was doing so went with it.

“Okay.” With that he turned and walked towards the walkers, you swore you could hear him talk to the one in a plaid shirt but shrugged and focused on making sure none came too close to you.

Watching Negan kill, was that even the right word, I mean killing something that’s already dead sounds insane but these are insane times, should have been scarier than it was but for some reason you really felt safe around him. Hell, you didn’t want to trust anyone but you’d been alone for so long maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just stick with the older man, at least for a while.

You also were curious about Negan. Watching him now you thought he looked defeated, seemed like he’d lost a part of himself. It made sense, anyone who is still alive this late into the apocalypse has to of lost something, if not everything. You yourself knew that from experience.

“Come on, kid.” Negan called and you followed after him watching as he pulled a necklace or something out of his shirt. Leaning closer you realised it was a compass, you refrained from asking any questions when you saw Negan’s face. If this was before the apocalypse you would have avoided a man like Negan at all cost just because he looked like he could be trouble but after spending only a few minutes in his company it looked like he had more to him than that. He certainly let his expressions show on his face without hiding it.

“Damn kid was right.” He mumbled, still looking at the compass.

“Kid?” You asked, hesitation clear in your tone. He seemed to snap out of his thoughts, remembering you where there.

“Don’t matter. C’mon I know where we’re goin’” He told you before grabbing your hand again and gently tugging you along.

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Your arms were wrapped tightly around Negan’s waist, your faced pressed into his back as he rode the motorbike to wherever it was the two of you were going. You hated the fact you were putting so much blind faith into the man, telling yourself over and over you couldn’t trust him but something about the man calmed you, you felt safe for the first time in a long time, maybe since this entire mess of walkers began.

Cruising down a road, your eyes were scrunched shut so you had no warning and no chance to prepare yourself for when the bike skidded and you were flung from it. You rolled down the hill at the side of the road, hitting your head hard causing you to groan in pain. You hated the damn apocalypse.

You heard Negan groan too and managed to look up to see what looked like a little girl stood with a gun pointing towards the man who saved you.

What the hell was going on?

“Alright slow down kid.” You heard him say as he sat up, his attention solely on her. “I know you said you’d shoot but damn.” He knew this kid? What had you gotten yourself into?

“Whole lotta people are out looking for you.” The girl told him. You lost focus for a moment, the world seemed to spin in and out of focus causing you to put your head down. You didn’t want to take your attention away from the girl who clearly had no problem using a gun but god you were in a lot of pain and she seemed more interested with Negan.

You heard them talking as you struggled to stay conscious, they were clearly familiar with each other and you felt so sick. Lack of food, water, potential infected cuts and now a bang to the head, things weren’t looking great.

“Yeah, cell and all.” Cell? Your heart raced, just who had you decided to let help you?

“There is nothing here for me, not anymore.”

Negan watched as Judith shrugged, letting him off the hook. He quickly turned his attention from her to you and frowned when he saw a cut on your head, blood pooling out of it.

“Oh shit.” He made his way over to you, propping you head up and calling your name. It took a few tries but you somehow managed to open your eyes.

“Hey there, pretty lady. Keep those eyes open for me, ya hear, we’re gonna get you some help. I promise.” You groaned, shaking your head weakly and turned it into his stomach as best you could.

“You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake.” Negan told you, sitting you up further making you groan in pain. “I know, I know, but you’re gonna be just fine.”

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Negan managed to get you back to Alexandria, thankfully you weren’t too far from it. He ended up having to carry you despite your protests after you lost your footing for the fourth time. Judith kept looking at you and Negan but refrained from asking any questions.

The fuss over Negan when you got back concerned you. He’d mentioned a cell but you hadn’t been able to focus on that for too long with the pain. You were taken away from Negan and carried to their doctor who quickly began treating you.

You were given food and water, your wounds cleared and stitched before the little girl from the road walked in with another women.

“How do you know Negan? No lies.” She asked, tone hard as she glared at you.

“I-I don’t know him, not really-” You began but she cut you off.

“I said no lies.” She didn’t shout, she didn’t need to. The way she lowered her voice made her sound more dangerous than any raised voice, though the sword on her back did help with that.

“I’m not lying!” You protested, voice still sore and croaky. “He found me today. I was alone, he saved me.” You could see her mulling over yours words before looking at the kid who shrugged and nodded.

“You can stay but the first sign of trouble, you’re out. Understood?” She asked and you nodded. Relieved that you were granted permission to stay in this place that seemed like heaven compared to the rest of the world.

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People talked about Negan but the story seemed to be different depending on who you talked to. You decided, after hiding away for a week, to go directly to the source. You were a little scared to go and talk to Negan, not because of what you’d heard of the man but because of the women who spoke to you in the infirmary, Michonne.

Deciding to risk it you left the house they’d let you stay in and found where he was being kept in what was Alexandria’s prison. From what you’d heard Negan had been in there for many years and you couldn’t blame him for running away, what you didn’t get was why he’d willing come back to a prison cell.

Noticing the bars on the small window, you sat on the steps next to it.

“Negan?” You asked, feeling slightly stupid.

“Y/N?” He asked back and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face. “Well don’t you sound better.”

“Thanks to you.” You told him and it was true. The people here had given you food and water, you had access to a shower which felt so good. You’d forgotten what it was to be a civilised person after all these years of just trying to survive each day.

“Yeah well, I’m just glad they didn’t kick you out on your ass for being with me.” He told you and from the way Michonne treated you every time she saw you, you knew Negan wasn’t exaggerating.

“So, what can I do for you? Sure, you’ve heard the stories by now.” So, there was no beating around the bush here. You didn’t mind, this conversation would be easier without trying to not be blunt.

“I’ve heard the stories but I also don’t believe everything I hear. Thought I’d come and see if you’d tell me what happened.”

And he did. You felt he was telling the truth too; he didn’t make himself out to be the good guy but he defended his actions and knew it would end bloody. He admitted he didn’t think they’d keep him alive but apparently that’s the sort of person Rick Grimes was. After listening to Negan’s story, you still decided that the man who had saved you for no selfish reason was okay.

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It had been a month. You were healed, though you had a few more scars from where you’d been stitched. You never took any of the luxuries available within the walls of Alexandria for granted and you’d visited Negan daily. You could even admit you were beginning to trust him.

“So,” he started, breaking the comfortable silence the two of you had been in, “I told you my story, am I ever gonna get to hear yours?”

You mulled it over for a long while, looking over at him now that you were sat opposite him as opposed to sitting on the steps outside.

“I was alone when the apocalypse broke out. My family had gone to visit some distant family members and I hadn’t wanted to go. Two days into them being gone the world seem to turn. I called them and they said they were safe; they’d gotten to my aunt’s house and they were safe. The reception was lost sometime later in the week and that’s the last I heard from them. Hell, I don’t even know if they’re dead or alive. I stayed in the house as long as I could, mom had stocked up on food so I wouldn’t have to go shopping so I was good for a week or two but then the real panic set in with everybody. My neighbourhood seemed to get infected real quick and I was terrified. You couldn’t sleep with the screams and the banging on the doors, people begging to be let in but I couldn’t.” It had been so long since you let yourself remember the beginning and your eyes filled with tears. Taking a deep breath, you smiled as Negan stretched his hand through the bars and let him take your hand in his. He squeezed your hand encouragingly.

“I had to leave eventually. I nearly died just trying to leave my neighbourhood, I probably would’ve but someone pulled me away just in time for the walker to bite the air instead of my ankle. He said he was savaging for supplies and that he had a group. I trusted him and he took me to them.” Here Negan began rubbing soothing circles onto the back of your hand with his thumb as a single tear escaped your eyes. “A few days into being with this group, one of the men tried t-to,” your words were muffled by a sob but Negan understood and felt himself fill with anger. How dare someone try and cause any harm to you.

“I got away before he could do anything. I’ve been with a few groups since then because, well it was harder to be alone. Some groups were nicer than others but for the most part it all sucked. Before you found me, I was alone for months. Not too many people out nowadays and walkers are easy enough to deal with but supplies are so hard to come about now.” You finished lamely, shrugging as you turned your head to look at Negan. He pushed his other hand through the bars and wiped away the tears you hadn’t even known had fallen before squeezing your hand again.

“Damn, you’re tough as nails surviving this long on your own for the most part. Hell, even I needed people.” He said with a weak laugh.

“Yeah well, some people let the fear get to them I guess.” You said understandingly.

“You know what I don’t get though? Every time we talk, all the shit you’ve been through, you’re still so goddamn hopeful. I’ve never met someone so optimistic. It’s impressive, but how?” He asked and one look at his face you could see how genuine his was.

“I guess I just don’t want to believe that this is it for the world, ya know? Part of me still seriously believes it’s gonna change. Maybe we won’t find a cure, maybe we’ll be stuck with walkers forever but a part of me knows it’ll get better. Hell just seeing this place strengthened that belief. And I guess whilst there are people who want that future, who are working for it then there is hope. While there is life, there is hope.” You told him. He couldn’t help but smile softly at the way your eyes lit up, seeing the belief and passion that made you seem so damn innocent.

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“You ever get scared?” Negan asked you one day out of the blue.

“Pardon?” You turned to him, looking up from the cards you held in your hands. You didn’t really know how to play but having Negan teach you was fun.

“Well you’re so damn hopeful for this bright future, you ever get scared? Not just that it won’t happen but just in general.”

You’d known Negan for a few months now, visiting the man every day. It pained you at first to admit that you trusted him but now you loved the friendship the two of you had, maybe even a little too much when you noticed the blushing that occurred on your cheeks when he held your hand or the way your stomach filled with butterflies.

“Of course I get scared but I think sometimes it’s good to be scared because it means you still have something to lose and, in this mess, having something to lose is surely one of the most important things in keeping you human.” You told him, noticing the way he grinned at you. He always grinned at you like that when you got a little insightful. Negan had told you once if he didn’t know what you had been through, he would’ve thought you were sheltered from everything to have that much faith and hope in a future.

“Do you get scared?” You shot back and he looked at you for a few moments before nodding.

“You know what? I do.”

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“Negan!” You called. They were finally letting Negan out of his cell and putting him to work, though he still is under the watch of guards which made you roll your eyes but you couldn’t judge too harshly because you weren’t here when the two sides were at war.

“Hey Y/N.” Negan grinned, pulling you into his arms when you were close enough. People talked. Some didn’t mind that Negan was out whereas others protested it, not that they said anything to you about it. You’d been at Alexandria for over six months and people didn’t trust you because you liked Negan, though enough people had warned you about him. To this day people still hounded you over what kind of person Negan was.

“You know,” you started, pulling back slightly but letting your arms stay wrapped around Negan’s neck, “everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” You smirked causing him to roll his eyes.

“That so?” He murmured, dipping his head down so his forehead rested on yours.

“Yeah but see I think they have it all wrong, I think you’re a big ol’ softy.” You said, as serious as you could before laughing at Negan’s expression.

“I think you’re a big ol’ pain in my ass.” He told you as he placed a kiss on your head before pulling away.

“That’s not very nice.” You pouted before moving to help him with some of the plants he was tending to.

“Well maybe you should listen to people when they say I’m a bad guy.” He laughed before moving to your side.

Together the two of you worked, Negan teaching you some basic gardening skills and the two of you playfully flirting with one another.

Both of you were aware of the chemistry between you two but neither was brave enough to actually bring the topic up yet so the pair of you settled for shamelessly flirting with each other.

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Michonne had sent you out with a group of people to collect some supplies, despite your many protests. You weren’t even allowed to say goodbye to Negan as she dropped it on you last minute though you knew that was done purposefully. She hadn’t liked you from the moment you’d arrived with Negan and since your friendship with the man continued to evolve she hated you more.

Thankfully her daughter promised you she’d tell Negan where you were.

Being outside the walls of Alexandria after so long felt strange. It was easy to forget the world when you were in your own little bubble that was Alexandria. You didn’t realise how much you actually depended on the place and that thought scared you. Maybe the people didn’t like you but you like it there though it probably helped that Negan was there too keeping you calm when you wanted to panic.

You were collecting some medical supplies when you felt something grab you. It pulled you down causing to smash your head on a counter. You groaned but tried desperately to kick the walker off of you but nothing was working.

“Help! Please! Please, help me!” You shouted, tears flooding your face as you kicked. The world around you became dizzy and just as the walker was about to bite you somebody brought a pipe down on its head killing it. That was the last thing you saw before passing out.

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“C’mon y/n/n, you gotta wake up for me. You gotta, you can’t leave me. Who else is gonna put up with me every day, huh?” You heard Negan laugh weakly. You tried to open your eyes but they felt too heavy.

Negan held your hand in his, resting his forehead on linked hands. When Judith had told him Michonne had sent you on a supply run his blood ran cold. Flashbacks to when he’d first met you, defenceless and close to dying, invaded his mind and he made Judith promise to let him know the moment you stepped through the gates.

What he hadn’t expected was to see a pale Judith running into the jail, clearly out of breath panting that you were hurt and in the infirmary. When she told him that you weren’t waking up, he begged Michonne to let him out, begged her to let him see you. He’d do whatever she wanted; he’d stay in that cell forever if it meant he could be with you now.

He thanked every God he could think of when she let him out and he’d been sat at your side for four days. Still you showed no sign of waking up.

“God, I should’ve told you how I felt earlier, now I might not even get the chance. Because, damn Y/N, I like you. I haven’t liked anyone like this in a real long time. Even back at the Sanctuary I never actually felt anything like this, don’t think I’ve felt anything like this since before the world went to shit. So, you gotta open your eyes and tell me you feel the same and I ain’t ever gonna let you go sweetheart. But you gotta wake up.”

You heard every word and wanted to scream because you felt the same but you couldn’t move. Frustration kicked in and you tried your hardest to show him that you’d heard him but nothing worked and eventually tiredness caused you to slip into unconsciousness again.

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“Damn princess, you’re killin’ me here. I’m a god damn mess.” Negan muttered to himself. It had been five days since Judith had told him you were back and six long days since he’d last seen your beautiful y/e/c eyes or heard you laugh. God he really wanted to hear you laugh.

“If you’re a mess I’d hate to see what I look like.” You managed weakly, a dry chuckle leaving you before you started coughing.

Negan shot up, helping you sit up before guiding a glass of water to your dry lips and helping you as you gulped down half the glass.

“Bout time you woke up, sweetheart. Had me worried there for a second.” He told you as he moved closer, his palm coming up to rest of your cheek. You smiled and turned into the palm, just closing your eyes and savouring the moment.

“How you feeling doll?” He asked softly.

“Think imma be ok. My head hurts but that’s about it.” You told him, keeping your voice low too, not wanting to disturb the peace that settled between you too.

“Listen now probably ain’t the best time to be confessing shit but…” Negan started, looking more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

“I heard you, when I was out. I like you too, Negan, a hell of a lot. Funny how it took me nearly dying again for us to finally admit it though, huh?” You laughed causing him to roll his eyes.

“Can I kiss ya, sweetheart?” He asked leaning closer so his forehead was on yours, you couldn’t help but grin up at him before nodding slightly.

“You don’t have to ask.” And with that he leaned in, slotting his lips against yours and it was so much better than you had imagined in your own head. You fitted against each other perfectly. Negan kissing you softly as you snaked your arms around him, one hand playing with the hair on the back of his head.

“Damn baby, I could do that all day.” He told you as he pulled back, letting his forehead rest against yours again.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You smirked before leaning in again.

The two of you kissed until you were interrupted by someone awkwardly clearing their throat, you groaned against Negan’s lips causing him to laugh and peck yours one last time before pulling away.

“Sorry about that, Doc.”

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“You know when we first met,” Negan said after a peaceful silence had settled between you two. Your head was against his chest in his cell, somehow Judith had managed to convince Michonne to let you in. One of Negan’s arms were wrapped around your waist and the other hand was playing with your hair. “Judith told me there was nothing out there for me anymore.”

“Guess that’s why you were so willing to come back to this place then, huh?” You asked, shifting slightly so you could look up at him causing him to smile and kiss you.

“Turns out the kid was wrong.” He whispered against your lips as he pulled back, “You see if I’d have listened to her I woulda never have gone back to the Sanctuary and never of come across this beautiful woman who I’d soon fall in love with cause damn lemme tell you she is one hell of a chick.” Your eyes widened as you sat up slightly looking him right in the eyes.

“What?” You managed, mouth opening and closing but no other words coming out.

“Yeah, you see, the moment I met this girl I knew there was something about her. Then she came to visit me every day and she’s so damn hopeful about life and the future even though everything she’s been through should’ve made her bitter and angry at the world. The kicker of it all is for some reason she thinks I’m a good person despite everyone warning her that I’m a bad guy. How could I not fall for her?”

You felt your eyes fill with tears and let your head fall against his chest before letting out a wet laugh.

“Fuck Negan. I love you too, so damn much.” That was all he needed to hear before titling your head up and smashing his lips against yours and taking his time to show you just how much he loved you.