#Negan x plus size

[yetanotherhiddlestoner]

(MDNI 18+, smut will be eventually happening in this story line but still please respect the MDNI)

(Plus size reader x Negan. In the world of the dead rising, you just happen to fall for the one fucked up person who has no interest in you. And I am aware the timeline doesn't add up but for the story I had to make the timeline longer than a couple months)

~Warnings - Swearing. ~ Word count -  2797

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CHAPTER THREE - I FELL HARD, YOU'LL FALL HARDER.

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~1 month later~

Life had gotten busy for you over the last month that Rick had asked you to go to the Kingdom to drop off some of the supplies they had for them and to help with building some small houses for the new arrivals they had to house.

It was your third day back when you had been told you would be delivering Negan his meals. "Good evening, Y/N. Long time no see" Negan greets you; you slide his food tray under his cell, he takes it to his cot and sits down.

You broke the silence to inform of why you were here inside of the priest.  "Looks like I'll be your babysitter for a couple weeks as Gabe has been asked to go to Hilltop for a while." Negan eats quietly, eyeing you off. "You never seem happy around me anymore, do you?" Negan asks.

"I would much rather be spending time with someone who respects me." You say as you watch him dig into his tray.

"I do respect you Y/N. I have never once not" You scoff and look at him. "Pointless words" You murmur.  Negan stops eating, his anger slowing rising, he drops his fork back onto the tray, the clanging noise filling the small room. "I am getting tired of this y/n, you cannot keep acting like a child, stomping your feet to get your way so can we just please be civil, maybe even work on a friendship. I have apologized for what I said in the past, I really regret it." You stop at his little outburst and take a deep breathe, trying to remain calm.

You can't deny it either, this was getting old, you wanted to be able to talk to him without feeling hatred towards him. "Fine, I guess for now we back to square one, I'll try to be civil, but I need to ask you something and yes it's about the kiss" You have to ask. "Are you asking if I regret it or are you asking why I did it? Or pray tell are you asking for another one" Negan says coming over to the bars. You roll your eyes at his comment "Just curious to know if you regret it and why you did it" you say as you lean against the wall.

Negan shakes his head "No I don't regret and the answer to why, because I wanted to, you being there within arm's reach, you looked so damn adorable as you had your little temper tantrum so I couldn't resist"  You nod and accept his answer "You know this, you point to yourself and him. "It's going to take time and a lot of baby steps, right?" You hold your hand out to him waiting for his answer. Negan smirks and shakes your hand firmly "Here's to baby steps"

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After Gabe's return you take turns to deliver Negan his dinner until one night Gabe accidently leaves the cell unlock, allowing Negan to escape. Alexandria is quiet, no lights are on in the houses and for a minute Negan looks at your bedroom window, open and inviting him to climb through it but a part of him wants to leave. He sighs heavily and decides to leave Alexandria hoping that this was the right thing for him and you.

Heading down to his cell in the morning you are greeted with an open cell door, an empty cot and of course no Negan, you drop the tray of food and head to alert Rick. You spend the day searching the woods for him. You feel something break inside you, after agreeing to be civil and finally working on being friends, he goes and takes the first chance to leave. This must have been like when you left, left without a goodbye in the middle of the night, and now here you are looking. For him.  Rick calls it quit at the end of the day and goes home defeated, deciding to double the night shifts just in case Negan comes back for revenge. The night comes and as you stare at the stars above, you feel your cheek start getting wet. You wipe away the tears, you swore to never cry over this man again and yet here you are.

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The days pass and the cell stays empty. 

You do your jobs, you take on more supply runs, expanding the map for Rick. You go on Hunts with Daryl.  But each time you leave the safety of the walls you glance over to the cell window. You miss seeing him there, giving his shit filled smirk or some tongue in cheek remark.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It has been weeks and when the morning comes, you groan at the light flooding your bedroom. It's your turn to keep look out at the gate, you get up and get dressed, armed with a rifle, a handgun and a knife, you climb up the ladder alone. Alexandria is slowly waking up, a small group of people prepare for a supply run, some others are doing some yoga near the church, others work in the garden. Daryl will be joining you soon. You stand there watching and waiting. This was one of the jobs you hated. The sun and the heat didn't help, you look down the road and see a figure, you load your gun, expecting a walker or two but when they get closer you drop the gun and slide down the ladder, "Open that gate now" You shout to the man, "NOW" you scream when he just stands there dumbfounded, you grab the gate and slide it across. 

When the gate is wide enough for you to fit through you take off running, rushing to the person. Your body collides with his and he groans as his arms wrap around you, he stumbles a bit at the force of you body hitting his. "Well, I wasn't expecting this type of welcome." Negan whispers, a chuckle lacing his words, as he holds you closer to him.  "You fucking left, you're fucking jerk" You punch his chest as he laughs at first, but it quickly disappears as he groans in pain as your fist pound on his flesh over and over.  "This was what I was expecting, stop beating up my old man body" He grabs your wrists to stop you from punching. "I've fucking missed you, you arsehole." You admit, looking at him. "Language Miss Y/N. You seem to be hanging around me too much." You both laugh until you hear a gun cocking behind you.  By now Rick and Michonne have come to see the commotion, Rick has his gun aimed at Negan. "Y/N move away from him." Rick orders, Negan releases your wrists as you turn. You look at Rick and then to Michonne, "Please Y/N now, he is a danger to Alexandria" Michonne says.  "No." Is all you say.

"No?" Rick repeats with disbelief, "He escaped Y/N and now he is back, you don't know who he has hiding in the bushes waiting to attack."  You turn to Negan and realize you never thought of that, he could have found some of them old Saviour's. "Rick, I have no weapons on me, I had no-where to go so I came back. You can throw me back in that cell and I won't fight you. Life outside that tiny concrete room isn't what it used to be. The Sanctuary is nothing but a shell of what it used to be." "So, you have nothing hiding up your sleeves?" You ask Negan, he looks down at you, "I have no-one except you. I wouldn't risk hurting the one person who can put up with my shit" His hand gently touches your cheek.  "I trust him, Rick." You say loud enough for him to hear while continuing to smile up at Negan.  "Well, I don't" he fights back, you turn and raise your gun to him. "He could have killed me by now, but he didn't. The night he left he could have killed any of us as we slept but instead, he left, and by the looks of inventory the next day, he didn't even steal anything from us. What does that tell you?" You ask back to your leader.

"Tells me nothing Y/N, he killed our men and women, he kidnapped Daryl, he threw you out like you were rubbish." His words you hard, Rick walks towards you. "Give him a chance, no weapons, you didn't trust me when I came here and I told you where I came from, and don't forget you hid that from everyone. Give him a job, he can stay with me." You lower your gun, placing it back in its holster. "Give him a chance? Have you lost your mind?" Rick yells at you coming to a sudden stop. You jolt at the sudden yelling.

"Oh come on Rick, you give others a chance all the time so why not.? If I am wrong, you can lock me up as well" "You're really willing to put your life in the hands of this man?" Rick asks lowering his gun. "I did once and he didn't harm me, so why not again? So here is what is going to happen, we are going to walk through those gates and fuck whoever tries to stop us. He starts work tomorrow." 

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You take Negan's hand and start walking towards your home. Ignoring the looks from the residents and your friends. People move aside and whispers can be heard.  You open your door and push Negan inside before locking it behind you, you make your way over to the curtains and close them. "They don't need to be gawking right now." You say as he sits down on the couch. "Goddamn sweetheart that was fucking hot, I won't deny I am kinda turned on right now that you stood up to Rick." Negan says, his head thrown back on the cushion eyes looking at the roof.  "Why did you come back? You could have gone so far away from all this and gotten your life back." "I was telling the truth back there, I did go back to the Sanctuary, it was abandoned, most of the stuff was gone, not even the dead were there. I realized though you can never return to your old life, so I came back." He chuckles. "You came back because of me?" Negan looks at you, as he gets up from the couch, "Yeah. I just didn't expect that you would be throwing yourself at me" His chuckle deep.

You laugh and playfully push at his chest; his arm grabs your wrist again. 

"Still a little tender from out there" Negan says eyeing you off. "I didn't throw myself at you. You are my friend; I was happy to see you" you say as you feel him bring you closer to him. "Really? So, you throw yourself at Daryl when he returns?" His hand travels up your arm to your neck. "If he is gone for a long time then yes, he is like a brother to me." "Your friends do this?" His hand travels to your back, pushing your chest to his, you look up at him, you breathe coming out short.  Your body acts on its own as you lean up, wrap your arms around his neck and bring his lips to yours. The kiss isn't like the first one, that one was rushed, urgent and desperate, this one is passionate and sensitive. His tongue dances with yours. His hands move down to your ass and in a quick move he heaves you up and you wrap your legs around him. "You have no idea how long I have wanted you." He whispers as he kisses your neck "When I found you in the woods, you were so beautiful to me, sitting on your little stump, my heart broke for you." He takes you to the kitchen counter and places you down, he stays between your legs.  "I tried to ignore the urge to take you, I wanted to give up all my wives just for you, that is why I was so kind to you, I wanted to protect you." "But then shit got serious with some men. I know the story from here" You respond, not wanting to relieve the terrible memory anymore.  "I should have told you the truth, I should have told those fuckers to fuck off or locked them in the cells, but I didn't. I was a pussy, and I will forever beg for your forgiveness." Negan pulls you in for a hug. 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A knock interrupts your tender moment, and you groan. Negan moves and fixes himself up as you slide off the counter.  Opening the door, you see Daryl standing there, looking angry. He barges in and points at Negan "What the actual fuck Y/N? What the fuck are you doing with him here?"  "Hello Daryl please come in" you say sarcastically. "Fuck sakes when I saw this shit go down, I thought you were fucking joking." Daryl points the crossbow at Negan who just chuckles.  "He tortured me Y/N, he killed Glenn, Abe, Sasha they were my friends" He shouts. "Everyone deserves a chance, Daryl. I have already told Rick the terms and conditions of him being free."

"For fuck sakes Y/N are you really fucking stupid right now?" Daryl says angrily. "You best not call her stupid if I was you" Negan says to Daryl.

"Ok both of you stop. There is too much big dick energy in this room, so Daryl I am asking you to leave, and I will talk to you later." "Don't fucking bother Y/N, don't come to me when he hurts you again" Daryl storms out of the house.

You feel Negan hugging you from behind "Give them time to adjust to this new change, I can't take back what I did to them, but I can prove my worth by working hard and keeping out of trouble." You lock the door leaving his embrace, "We take it one day at a time. We just keep our heads down and do what Rick says." You look through the fridge and pantry looking for dinner. "Shit I got to go to the Pantry to stock up. You stay here, there is a shower upstairs and your room is right next to it" 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You walk out and head to Olivia, still ignoring the looks from people.  "Afternoon Olivia, I need to grab some stock"  "That is fine Y/N, just write down how much ok?" She says as she hands you the paper. "Of course I will, having a new roommate means another mouth to feed." Olivia nodded "I heard about that, are you going to be safe? I can sneak you another weapon." She offers but you shake your head. "It will be fine Olivia but thank you." She smiles and lets you get back to it.

Once you are done, you write down all you have taken and slide it back to Olivia. "Have a good night, Y/N" "You to hun" you place the bag on your shoulder and head home, the streets now quiet, everyone is heading inside for the night.  You open the front door and lock it behind you, placing your stuff on the counter, you make your way upstairs and notice that it is quiet.  "Negan?" You shout out to him. "In here" he says from the bathroom. "You can come in"  You open the door slightly and see him shaving in nothing but a towel, you quickly close the door.  "I thought you would be dressed." You say through the small gap.  "I have no clean clothing, and I doubt you have anything for me to wear. So, the towel will do." "No, the towel will not do, you can't eat in a towel." You hear him chuckle, "Fine I'll put my pants on but that is it." You hear him moving around in the bathroom.  "Ok you can peek now."  You look again slowly this time. He is wearing his long pants.  "Awe I think I am going to miss the salt and pepper beard you had going on" "Really? Thought you be a clean-shaven type of gal." "No sir" You smile as he washes his face off, he dabs it with the towel.  "Fine I'll let it grow again just for you. Now tonight I am going to cook dinner, it has been a while since I have been in a kitchen" You both make your way downstairs, tonight in this house it is just you and him.  Tomorrow, you have to face the reality of life here for Negan. 

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Hey! Since requests are open may I request Daryl x reader where they separate after the governor attacks the prison but they reunite in Alexandria, or Daryl finds readers dead body being eaten?? You can choose which one <33

If your comfortable with it I would prefer reader with she/her pronouns, thank you <3

Description: The reader and Daryl are separated after the attack on the prison and are reunited back at Alexandria.

Warnings: fluff, swearing

*I'm so sorry for how long it has taken me. I might also do the other option as well*

Requests are open!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 883

The attack on the prison was brutal and heartbreaking, it had been a home and things had been going wrong for way too long. It was only bound that this was going to happen, groups were formed as they went separate ways in order to get away from the herds and the wreckage. Daryl had been separated with Beth, all the others had someone but Y/N. She was all by herself, it killed her and being alone did nothing good for her. She needs people and needs to have someone with her so she was hoping that she could find someone soon. Better yet, hoped that Daryl was alive and that they find each other again. 

Y/N had a system, she walked throughout the day, barely any stops and sipped water all throughout her journey on foot, then would find a new body of water before it was dark and would hide in a car as the night went on. The first moment she saw another form of human life, she hide in the back, her gun firmly in her hand as she watched a man check the back of cars and then leave them. Not wanting to create a problem for herself, she stayed hidden and hoped that the man would look in the back of the car and even if he did that he was nice and would leave her alone. 

Her heart jumped in her chest as the man ran into the car she was currently in, she placed a hand over her mouth as he closed the door hiding from a heard of walkers and holding something in his hands which appeared to be a number plate from a state that she couldn't make out. She placed the gun to his head, speaking quietly, not prepared to make any moves as she didn't want to kill anyone. 

"Tell me your name, what you're doing and your morals, I'll put the gun down as soon as you tell me this and if I agree with your morals then we can both hide in here before they go. Okay?" 

"My name is Aaron, It sounds really silly, I know but I'm collecting state number plates for my boyfriend, it's something that we do. You know, to pass the time and deal with this world. I won't hurt you, you look like you've been through a lot and I can take you to my community you can rest there, have some food and if you don't like it there you can leave." Y/n sat back, apologising to Aaron for holding a gun at him and agreed to go with him. 

Y/n sat in a room, staring at the camera nervously as she answered the questions, it brought on emotions she didn't want to deal with. She was terrified of the fact that she did not have Daryl, that she didn't have her friends and begged that they were all okay and that she would see them again soon. 

A couple of weeks passed, and Y/n had decided to stay for that time, going on runs in the hopes that she would see someone she knew and turned up empty-handed every time. Y/n had come out of her house after what had been a few days. 

Aaron had been stopping by, giving her food, making sure she was still alive and still living amongst the others. The girl sat on the porch, reading a book, feeling happy and proud to touch something new, to read a book that she hadn't touched before and she felt at peace for a short while. 

The girl glanced up, searching the area for a moment, freezing as she saw a familiar face. She threw the book to the side, stumbling as she raced over to the group, tripping over air and already had tears in her eyes.

"Daryl!" She shouted, panting as she ran as fast as she could to finish the distance between them both. Daryl stared at her, he couldn't believe that the girl running towards him was alive and she was safe. He dropped his crossbow to the ground, finishing the distance and picking her up in his arms. He whimpered lightly, Y/n cried in his arms and gripped at the iconic leather vest the man always wore.

Daryl slowly dropped to his knees, soaking into the ground with the girl in his arms and placed kisses on her forehead. Sobbing lightly as the girl was finally in his arms again and seemingly unharmed and in a place that seemed to be safe and with decent people.

"I was so scared, I thought you were gone." She whispered, smiling as he tightened his grip and held her off the ground. 

"I've got you," Daryl whispered, feeling everything he has been feeling for the last little while come back to him and had a couple of tears well in his eyes as he held the girl in his arms. Daryl did not want to let her go, did not want to let her out of his sight. The girl he loved was alive, with him and he felt safer with her back with him. 

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Could I possibly request a little Negan x hispanic!Reader? Reader has 3 kids from before the apocalypse and the toddler seems not to be scared of Negan?

Wandering Babies

Negan x plus size reader

When the ruthless leader of the Saviours bumps into a lost toddler in his city, his life gets changed forever, especially when his protective mother shows up.

Warnings: Negan being Negan, swearing, implied future relationship, fluff

WC: 1.3k

A/N: Hi nonnie! I don't usually write y/ns with a specific race since I like to remain as open as I can with them but I did give her kids traditionally Spanish names so I hope that was ok!

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“Well well well, what the fuck do we have here?” The sun shone brightly behind the giant of a man, casting his face in shadow. To any normal person, it would have scared the absolute shit out of them, especially with the looming threat of Lucille across his shoulders, but the toddler in front of him was smiling the whole time.

His big brown eyes focused on the man in front of him, looking at him in a way that only babies could. Kneeling down, Negan came face to face with the child. “The fuck do you want?” He said like he was addressing someone below him but the two year old just burst out into giggles, obviously finding this whole thing hilarious.

“I think that’s the new-comer’s kid.” Simon chose that moment to speak up and caused Negan to roll his eyes.

“Yeah I fuckin figured that.” He growled, not taking his eyes off the kid who was now inching closer. He wasn’t quite steady on his feet and wobbled dangerously with each step he took. Unconsciously, Negan’s free hand shot out and held the surprisingly plump belly of the child, keeping him upright. Tiny hands grabbed at his wrist but didn’t attempt to push him away. Instead he touched Negan's arm, pulling at the sleeve of his leather jacket. 

“I’m just wondering how the fuck someone could lose a goddamn kid.” The toddler continued to fiddle with the dark fabric, Negan only stopping him when he tried to put it in his mouth.

Simon shrugged behind his boss. “I mean she’s got three of em and she’s working in the kitchens and the infirmary.” That shocked the older man. Working two jobs was unheard of in the Sanctuary, one job could provide more than enough for someone and their family.

The kid suddenly released his wrist and raised his arms over his head, opening and closing his chubby hands in a clear sign. Releasing a deep sigh, Negan relented. He shoved Lucille into the awaiting arms of his second in command and picked up the child with an ease of someone who has done it many times before. His little head tucked into the crook of his neck, his fluffy brown hair tickling Negan’s nose.

“How about we go find your mother huh.” The toddler nodded. Just as Negan took a step forward, already planning a very angry speech to the boy’s mom, a woman ripped out of the building and his breath caught in his throat.

Her eyes were wide with panic but that wasn’t what caught his attention. She was gorgeous, all thick curves and fat like a Greek goddess. She blazed with anxiety and rage, poised for a fight against anyone that might have taken her child. “Tomas!” The child’s head shot back, clipping Negan’s chin as he did.

“Mama!” She spun and locked eyes with the big bad leader of the Saviors and shamefully, he felt his knees buckle. Tomas squirmed in his hold, eager to reach for his mother but Negan was frozen in place. Two other children trailed behind her like ducklings, a pair of twin girls that looked to be 8 or 9 years old. 

As she drew closer, he could see the details of her face, the scars and blemishes but more importantly, the huge dark circles that marred her otherwise perfect visage. She stopped a yard away from him, quickly shoving her girls behind her back. “Thank you for finding Tomas, he has a bad habit of wandering off when I’m not looking.” Her voice was steady, he supposed from years of practice.

“He is a very sweet fucking kid.” One of the girls gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth in a comical expression of shock.

“He said a bad word, mama.” The other whispered just loud enough for Negan to hear. 

“You shouldn’t let your fucking kids run around without supervision, that’s how they get killed.” Her murderous glare set itself on Simon as she took another step forward. Negan could see what she was planning to do, grab Tomas and then go after the tall man. 

But before she could make her move, Negan did. “How about you go and fuck off, I need to have a fucking conversation with this lovely woman and you are really killing the mood with your fuck ugly face.” There was a brief moment of tense silence before Simon thrust Lucille into his free arm and turned with a huff to walk away, muttering under his breath.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, her walls crumbling slightly but they were quickly built back up. “Could I please have my son now?” Tomas was lifted from his arms but Negan realised he missed the weight of the toddler against his chest. He suddenly felt a hell of a lot colder than he did before.

The boy gave out a great big sigh as he settled into his mother’s bust, utterly exhausted from his escape attempt. Two little heads poked out from behind her legs, studying the man that had been holding their brother. “Well who are these two pretty girls?” Shyly, they clung to their mom’s jeans, not answering him.

“Isabella and Lucia.” She responded for them.

“Two fucking gorgeous names for two gorgeous girls.” They smiled bashfully but didn’t try to hide again, he took that as a win. “And which one of you are going to tell me your mama’s name? I bet her name is just as beautiful as her.” He raised his head to look at said woman, expecting her to be as flattered as her daughters but instead he was met with a glare even dirtier than the one she gave Simon.

“Oh now that is a dirty damn look! And I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me the fuck on.” Her jaw ticked with annoyance but that only made his smile grow wider across his stubbled cheeks. He gave an exaggerated shiver which made the girls giggle. “Wowie your mother is goddamn scary.”

“Yeah! Once she kicked Derek’s dad in his private place because he said something mean to her.” Isabella finally spoke up, her little voice gaining confidence. Lucia nodded along with her sister in agreement, still too shy to say anything yet.

“Well Derek’s dad deserved it for being such an asshole to your lovely mother. Now how about we go have some fucking dinner and keep disguising how amazing she is.” Those seemed to be the magic words because the twins emerged fully from behind said woman’s legs and ran at him. With absolutely no hesitation, Negan dropped Lucille beside him, kicking the bat away so neither of the girls would accidentally hurt themselves. 

Just like their brother, they each took hold of one of his jacket sleeves and yanked. “Can we have spaghetti?” “Do you have ice cream?” “Mama, can we go with him?” “Mama please!” “Mama!” They screamed in quick succession, not giving either adult any time to answer before asking their next question. Negan gave her a victorious look. 

He could tell she wanted to say no but her girls had finally opened up to someone new for the first time since the world ended and, even though she loved them, she could use a break from their clingy behaviour. “Fine but no complaining about an early bedtime tonight. Remember mama has to work early tomorrow.” They exploded into excited shouts and began tugging the older man forward, eager to talk to him.

Negan let them pull him along but he looked back at the woman that had so entirely captured his attention, throwing her a wink. “We’ll stay up as late as you want and don’t worry about your job mama, I’ve got that all covered. You just need to sit back and relax tonight and let me do all the work.”

Her eyes widened and then darkened with a barely hidden lust at the double entendre and he just chuckled deep in his chest. He’d gotten her and maybe, just maybe, a new chance at life with this little family, all because Tomas liked to wander.

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Loving is Easy

Part Seventeen: Touch

Negan Smith x Reader

Rick Grimes x Reader

Summary: Life becomes complicated as you try to maintain relationships with two older men, your boss and an old family friend.

Warnings: Angst, smut

"Yes. I've been following your advice to a T. It just isn't working." Rick told her, frustration in his tone.

There was a long pause.

"I need someone whose ready to fill the role of being my wife and all that that entails."

Your eyes widened.

"You said she would want this. You were wrong."

You let go of the breath you hadn't realized you were holding and backed away from the door.

Maggie's attitude and odd behavior was beginning to make sense. She had made some kind of agreement to marry you off to Rick. You couldn't understand why she would do such a thing. What could she possibly get out of it?

And Rick. His territorial behavior, his jealousy, his declaring that he loved you. Was it all for show? He had an end game in mind all along. The betrayal and underhandedness of the entire thing aside, if you had known he was looking for marriage you never would have gotten involved with him in the first place.

Your eyes began to fill with tears as you made your way back to your office. You didn't even know who to go to with your heart ache. You couldn't go to your friends, because Maggie was one of them. You couldn't go to your mom and Simon because their views were old school.Fuck. What could you do?

You texted Negan asking if you could meet him at the bar after work.

He replied with a, Sure thing, Doll.

You knew he was far from neutral, but you felt so alone. You needed someone who was on your side. You needed to feel supported and understood.

•••••••••••

"I'll kick his ass."

You shook your head.

"That won't solve anything. He and Maggie still went behind my back regardless. Nothing can change what they've done."

You asked for another gin and tonic.

"This is some fucked up shit. How long have you known this girl?"

You sighed.

"Ten years."

He shook his head.

"What did you say to him?"

You took a sip of your drink.

"Nothing yet. I was too upset. I would have caused a scene and for now, it's still my place of employment."

"I am so sorry. This is a really shit situation they put you in."

You shrugged.

"I should be used to shitty things happening to me by now. The whole thing with Harlan, losing my job. I probably only got hired at GHN because Maggie sold him on marrying me. I have got the worst luck."

"Come on now, Babydoll. It ain't all bad. You've got your health, your smarts, your looks. You've got people that love you.You can get another job."

You struggled to accept that he was right for a second. You also had a place to stay in case Rick fired you before you could quit, you realized. Some people weren't so fortunate.

"I guess you're right." You polished off your drink and asked for another.

"What about your friend? You're gonna have to face her eventually."

You frowned.

"I don't even know what to say to her. I'm so fucking mad. I just don't know."

A drink later, you were making out with Negan in the back room. His hands were under your shirt kneeding and groping your tender breasts. Your hands on his chest felt his coarse dark hair and lean muscled body.

"Let's go back to my place and get you out of that skirt." He panted into your ear.

You didn't hesitate to take him up on it. You barely allowed his front door to close behind you when you started shedding your clothes as fast as you could. You didn't want to miss a second of being skin to skin with him. You got onto the bed, He followed.

Negan's hand splayed over your throat. He squeezed gently, his lips pressed kisses along the side of your face. His other arm curled around your side, holding you against him, your back to his chest. You could feel his hard dick against your ass.

"How do you want me?" His nose nuzzled your ear.

You turned your head and kissed him deeply, your tongue running along his.

"I want you in every way I can have you."

He laughed and it was such a full and beautiful sound.

"Saying a thing like that is dangerous, Babydoll."

You smirked at him and moved forward onto your hands and knees.

You felt him move into position behind you. His hands glided along your sides stopping at your hips. With his right hand he reached down and ran his fingers over your lips. When he reached your vagina he dipped his first finger and middle finger into you and found you weren't quite ready for him yet. His fingers caressed your labia, flirting with your clitoris in very light touches. He leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to your lower back.

Then he dipped his fingers into you again he withdrew them slowly. His minstrations were teasing and arousing at the same time. As your wetness increased so did the speed with which his fingers fucked you. Before you knew it you were clenching around his digits. His breathing had picked up just from hearing the sounds you made, from feeling you get so wet.

He took himself in his hand and aligned the head of his dick with your vagina. The slight stretch as he pressed forward into you was delicious. You made a little humming sound of pleasure. He moved his hips back slowly and then in toward you again. It felt good, but it wasn't what you wanted. You looked back over your shoulder and called his name.

"Negan, harder, please." You requested.

The way he looked at you. His gaze laden with veneration and desire, made you yearn to kiss him.  He adjusted his balance and then his hips snapped into you.

You moaned deeply.

Negan held onto your hips as he thrust into you then pulled out, increasing the pace. Your body bounced as you quaked from the force of his movements. Your harsh breathing and his was in your ears. The squelching sounds your body made as he fucked you turned you on even more.

You moaned his name. You began clenching around him, holding it for a few seconds, then unclenching. You repeated the act as he continued to give it to you rough and fast. It was all that you wanted. He was all that you wanted. His hands at your hips gripped you tightly almost enough to hurt. Your walls were so lusciously stimulated by the feeling of his long hard cock moving in and out of you.

Your fingers curled into the bed clothes as he went even faster. You felt it, your nerves reaching the end, all you needed was one final... You reached down and pinched your clitoris.

You cried out. Like a tidal wave, taking you away from the shore of your consciousness your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your very skin sang with overwhelming pleasure. Your world for the moment was all sensation, all fiery passionate sensation. You felt Negan go tense behind you, his hips stuttering as he came inside you. You went down onto the mattress together a second later. You held each other as you caught your breath. The rest of the night was full of heated kisses and frantic love making.

In the early morning hours your phone rang. You looked at the screen. Rick was calling you. You sent it to voicemail.

[neganwifey25-blog]

As a plus size girlie this got me blushing and giggling like a idiot 😩🫠🥴😂🤭🤭🤭

Could I request a Negan fic where he reassures a plus-size reader that she's sexy and desirable? Preferably with smut if possible! If not, that's understandable as well! Thank you either way for your time!!

of course you can💗

summary - with all these women wanting negan’s attention, you begin to feel like he could do better.

warning - self hate, self doubt, slight jealousy, swearing, smut, zombies, daddy kink, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips.

Another day went on and you watched another survivor flaunt themselves in front of Negan, hoping to gain his attention. You pushed your seat back and left the room in a hurry, not wanting to watch anymore.

You decide to take a shower, feeling dirty and in need of some thinking time. You don’t hear Negan enter the room, leaning against the doorway, neither do you notice him when you step out and look at yourself in the mirror, slowly tracing your fingers over the places you hate.

“Why’re you looking at my body like that?” You jump, letting out a squeak, whipping your head around to look at him. Negan’s brow raises, “I’m waiting, Sugar.”

“Is not your body…” You grumble, mumbling under your breath.

He smirks, pushing off the doorway and stalking towards you, cornering you into the bathroom counter. “The fuck you say to me, Sugar? You are mine, meaning this body is mine and I don’t appreciate how you are looking at it.” Your thighs clench together as he practically growls. “Now tell me.”

“…I don’t know why you want me, I’ll understand if you want the others.” You felt so exposed and aroused with Negan pressed against you.

“Where the shit did this come from, Sweetheart?” He grips your chin in his hand making you look at him. “You think I want them? Do you know how long it took me to get you, Sweetness? So fucking long and I ain’t giving that up for some easy lay.”

“I’m yours.” He spins you around, pressing harder into you, still holding your chin as he makes you look at yourself in the mirror. “Ya see what I see? A fucking goddess, look at these fucking tits.” You whimper when he grabs them, squeezing and jiggling them. “My god, these tits are in my fucking dreams. All I can think bout is suffocating myself in them or shoving my dick between them, making you watch as I fuck them.”

“Negan…”

“Shut up. You’re gonna listen to me and then I’m gonna fuck you.” He groans, reaching back and grabbing your arse. “This fucking arse. You should know, half the men I’ve killed weren’t cause of the crimes I said. No, I killed them for looking at what’s mine, talking bout you in ways only I can talk about you.” You moan as he continues squeezing and spanking your arse before his hands move again.

“And these thighs, fuck. Love when you suffocate me with them or wrap them around me as I fuck you. Get so fucking hard when you walk, talk, breathe. Fucking everything you do gets me hard.”

His hands skim your stomach. “Love me a full woman. There’s just something so comforting and homey about one. Ya feel like home, Sugar.” Negan nuzzles his face into your neck, causing tingles to spread as his beard rubs against you.

You moan when he slides into you, you didn’t even know he had taken his cock out. “Now, this cunt. My favourite fucking thing, it’s like Christmas morning every time I slide inside or taste it. You’re my fucking present, baby. Fuck, always feel so fucking tight.” He grips your chin, turning your head and placing a kiss on your lips. “You want me to fuck you in front of everyone, baby? Might have to leave a mark on you so they know you’re mine. Better yet, you leave one on me.”

You clench around him, gripping the bathroom counter as he fucks into you harder and faster, gripping your hips with a bruising grip. Your eyes connect with his in the reflection causing you to squeeze him even tighter. “N—Neg—!”

His hand comes down on your arse hard. “That’s not my name, Sugar. C’mon, what’s my name?” He growls, pounding deeper.

“Daddy!” You scream, cumming so hard your eyes roll back and vision becomes white.

“That’s my girl.” He buries deep into you, filling you up. Negan spins you without pulling out, causing you to face him. “C’mon, mark me, Sugar.”

Your brows furrow.

Negan raises his. “I’m serious, Sweets.” He leans down and moans as you latch onto his neck, sucking, nipping and licking. Pulling back to reveal a large hickey. “Good girl.”

After that, everyone knew he was yours.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi I saw you ask for daryl requests so i was wondering if u could do a daryl fic where the reader and daryl are getting drunk together one night in alexandria and they’re talking about past relationships and they start talking about types and the reader basically says daryl’s her type without saying it if u know what i mean? and it’s just cute angst and skinny love? love your writing so much btw :)

༉‧₊˚. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: early season 5/pre-negan

― summary: a night of drinking turns into talking about your types, and you can’t help but reveal that daryl is yours.

― warnings: mutual pining, awkward romance, daryl's habit of going quiet, a little overthinking, generally none! It's all fluff from there!

― wc: 1376

⋆ a/n: every time i look at my inbox, i die a little inside because of how absolutely horrible i am at answering requests but so far, i've been really trying my best! i really liked how this one turned out and i hope you do too! thank you for loving my writing, it means so much truly!

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Alexandria, hopefully your forever home and a new beginning. 

You were deeply aware of your family’s concerns and distrust for the community and its inhabitants, that they had their senses turned on to hyperawareness mode despite having been shown nothing but kindness so far. You understood their concerns though, because you had to undergo the atrocities that were Terminus before you had gotten to this supposed heaven on earth. You were lucky to have so many people by your side when it happened.. to have Daryl.

There was a hopeful ignorance when it came to your relationship with Daryl. You were crushing on him. Hard. Like, full twirling your hair and kicking your feet kind - only mentally of course, but you had a moment of weakness back in your cell at the prison. Despite having known Daryl since the Quarry, there had been no progress in your relationship.. romantically. He had shown no signs of interest, only gracing you with the reddening of his ears whenever you’d playfully flirt with him or call him a cutesy nickname. You were only able to hide your playful affections behind the fact that Carol teased him like that too, so it would appear your words didn’t come with a deeper meaning.

Sometimes you wished you could stop hiding behind your cowardice, but now, you weren’t so sure. 

The warmth of the alcohol coursed through your body as you sat next to Daryl on the porch of the home everyone shared with the rest of your family. You had snagged it from Deanna’s party once you had seen Daryl hadn’t made an appearance even though it was kind of painfully obvious to everyone else he wouldn’t show. The only reason you had showed up was because you had dressed quite nicely, a sundress kissing the skin of your full thighs as you searched for your loverboy. You found him perched on the railing, sharpening away at an arrow when your approaching form caught his attention.

“Care to join me?” You grinned as you waved the bottle in the air.

There you sat, both of your backs to the side of the house as his leather laid over your bare legs. He had insisted that he didn’t want you to get cold, forever the southern gentleman.

Your past conversation had grown to become a stalemate, so, your fuzzy brain refusing to let the energy die, stupidly asked him, “Do you think any of the girls here are cute?” You desperately tried to play off your bold question as just simply teasing him. He shot you a surprised look from the corner of his eye before looking back ahead, taking the wine from your hand gently and holding the bottle by the neck of it.

“Nah.” He said, before taking a heavy swig.

“Oh.” You nodded to yourself, the feeling of relief settling in your gut before he handed the drink back to you. “I don’t blame you, my last relationship before all this was..” You shook your head, “So shitty.” You exhaled. 

Daryl cleared his throat before speaking. “Do ya.. Do ya wanna talk about it?” He asked unsurely. “There’s not much to talk about, y’know? The whole situation was pretty cut and dry. We get together, we’re in the honeymoon stage, I start to notice I’ve never met any of his friends or family, he lies and I believe him because I assume he loves me, then, I catch him cheating.” You finish with a sigh and take your turn of consuming the alcoholic beverage. “It’s okay though,” You start once again, “Because in the end I realize he wasn’t even my type.” You shrug to yourself with a laugh.

“Speaking of which,” You turn your attention towards the archer next to you. “What’s your type?” 

Your question catches him off guard enough that he let out a surprised choked noise from the back of his throat. “I dunno.” He answers, but he can feel a blush slowly creeping up the back of his neck and the tips of his ears. “Oh, c’mon!” You said with a playful scoff. “I know you have this whole, ‘Southern Gentleman,’ thing going, but everyone has a type. So, don’t even try to bullshit me, Daryl.” He looked at you then looked back ahead, straightening his sitting position.

“I guess.. Someone who knows how’ta fight, brave, uh-” He was growing more uncomfortable by the second, but not because he felt pressured to answer you, but because he was afraid that he might’ve been too obvious about how he felt for you. What? Does he just straight up say you’re his type? That he hadn’t even entertained the thought of other women because you were the only woman on his mind?

“I don’ care about what she looks like. Ain’ shallow like tha’.” With a nod, you pursed your lips in contentment at his answer. He swallowed nervously, “Since yer quizzin’ me, what about you? Since ya said yer ex wa’nt yer type.”

“Well..” You began. “I want someone who’s strong, and kind. A man that’s got some softness to him, y’know? All rough around the edges when inside he’s a big ol’ softy, just for me and his family.” You looked at him softly with a sheepish smile. “Now for looks,” You drank in his disheveled appearance, and suddenly Daryl felt like an ant burning under a microscope, his hands twitching at his sides with the need to suddenly fix his hair.

“Long hair, maybe shoulder-length. Crunealen eyes, the kind that you could get lost in if you stared for too long. Kind of a hard-ass, and very, very stubborn, but that’s only because he wants to keep everyone safe, even if that puts his life in danger a million times over.” You reached a shaky hand up, your motions never wavering despite the waves of nausea that were beginning to storm in your gut. You pushed a strand of hair out of the man’s face, tucking it behind his ear. “And..” You say breathlessly. “His name is Daryl Dixon.”

Daryl’s completely stunned into silence; what does he say? What does he do? You clearly feel the same way, so why won’t he move? Goddamnit, Daryl, move.

Your hand cupped his cheek, stroking his scruff with your thumb softly. Where did this sudden confidence come from? You were still reeling from your lady balls suddenly dropping as you waited anxiously for Daryl to say something, anything that would calm your racing heart and your spiraling head.

You let go of his cheek in embarrassment, a shadow of shame settled over your features as you looked like you were going to explode at any moment. God, how could you have overstepped like that? It was as though all of the wine that was in your system suddenly evaporated, the liquid courage burning away and leaving behind the same awkward person that was you.

“I’m sorry.” You said hastily, tugging his jacket off of your lap in preparation of standing up. 

Much to your surprise, Daryl gripped your wrist, gently tugging on your arm so that you would remain seated. “Don’ go.. ‘M jus’ surprised ‘s all.” His confession was shy, almost bashful as he gazed upon where his hand rested on your skin and let go. You didn’t allow him to do so, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers together. There was an adorable blush that spread from his ears to his neck that was only visible when the moon’s shine would ever so often grace his tanned skin.

“The good kind of surprised?” You asked hopefully. He nodded his head slowly, gazing into your eyes with a type of passion you had never seen before, at least never projected towards you; or maybe it had been there the whole time and you were just too deep into your head to notice, to notice how whenever you laughed he couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips, how worried he’d be when you got hurt to the point that he didn’t know what to do with himself, and maybe one day he’d be able to tell you all of that.

“So, how about it, Dixon? Am I your type too?”

“To a T.” 

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[norman-fucking-reedus]

GROWN UPS 💋 (18+)

summary: “Ya’ really think tha’ bothers me? ‘M a grown ass man, woman. Ain’t ever afraid of a lil’ hair”

era: pre-negan alexandria

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slightly submissive daryl x female reader (the juicy shit: unprotected sex, rough sex, riding, biting, choking, hair pulling, pet names (Darling, sugar, allthat), cunnalings, cumming untouched)

Disclaimer(s): This is not only my first tumblr post, this is my first x reader so forgive me if its bad </3

Considering that I am a black writer I want everyone to be included in the wonderous x reader experience which is why I have some drafts with neutral appearances and plus size so stay tuned if youre interested babe <3

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“Hold on there, big guy. Take your shoes off” A giggle rested on your lips as you watched Daryl huff and haphazardly toe his boots off, keeping his hands firm on your hips. As soon as his socked feet were on the ground, his lips landed back on top of yours, licking deep into your mouth.

He had been out on a run for what felt like weeks, even though it was only a few days. After dropping off his findings to Rick, he went straight to find you.

Daryl’s hands roamed and groped your body like a starved man, grunting and moaning into your mouth. He had you pinned right against the wall in the living room, pressing your bodies as closely together as he could.

He practically had you trapped there, holding you in place as his kiss-swollen lips began sucking and biting at your exposed throat, pulling breathy moans from your chest. One of his strong hands slid up your shirt to grab a handful of boob, which he squeezed through your lacey bra.

You so badly wanted to take this session upstairs where you know you’ll get your core guts rearranged, however for the past few days you’ve been having a small insecurity, and that was your recent lack of shaving.

Even though you are in the middle of an apocalypse and razors have become a lot more scarce, it still made you feel a little bad about yourself, considering you did have thicker hair down there. As these negative thoughts began to cloud your mind, you started to get turned off, absent mindedly humming under your boyfriend’s touch. You didn’t want him to think that you were gross.

He took note of this and withdrew his hand from under your shirt, and brought it up to your face, redirecting your focus onto his face. “Ya’ alright there, plum?” Part of you wanted to say yes, but your head was already shaking no. “I’m sorry it’s just…” His blue eyes stared into yours, patiently waiting for your response. “I haven’t been able to shave in a while” You mumbled, tearing your eyes away to try to ease your embarrassment.

After a few moments of silence, Daryl scoffed, as if he just processed that you were being serious. He stared at your face for what felt like forever until he finally tilted your head back to look at him, studying your face closely. “Ya’ really think tha’ bothers me? ‘M a grown ass man, woman. Ain’t ever afraid of a lil’ hair” His voice was raspy and dark as he spoke, and oh, how you loved yourself a bold man.

His words shot straight down your core and to your cunt, which had begun to throb again. With his words still fresh in your head, you pulled him by the collar up the stairs to your room, where you would get exactly what you wanted.

You swung your door open and slammed it shut, giggles and moans falling from your lips as Daryl scooped you up and dropped you onto the bed, ready to continue his earlier attacks on your body. This time around, he took your shirt completely off, frowning at your bra. “Quit pouting. Help get my pants off and I’ll undo my bra” You spoke as you readjusted yourself to grab at the hooks, while Daryl tore your pants off your long legs, hands immediately going for your underwear. “Nope. Your mouth is gonna be real busy tonight, since you’re such a man” Daryl smirked as he settled his hands obediently on your hips before he hooked his teeth onto the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, taking them out his mouth and stuffing them in his back pocket. “Fer later” He said as he looked at the amused look on your face. “I’m confused why you’re talking and not eating me out” Daryl licked his lips as he pulled your legs further apart, eyeing your hairy cunt for a bit longer than you’d like. He on the other hand was enjoying the amazing view.

He tightly gripped your hips and pulled them upwards, giving your clit a wet lick as he deeply inhaled your natural scent. It was so intoxicating to him as he really started to go down, licking and sucking at your clit. His spit trickled down and mixed with your slick, and he began to tease your fluttering hole with his finger. Your bottom lip was caught harshly between your teeth, as moans rumbled from your chest, some being a little higher than others. You moaned especially loud when two thick fingers began sliding in and out of you, curling into your sweet spot and scissoring open.

Daryl himself was painfully hard in his pants and had been working up to his own orgasm, as he literally couldn’t get enough of you. The feel of your skin under his burning palm, the taste of your wet cunt on his tongue, cheeks turning red from a combination of pleasure, and your pubic hair rubbing against him. It was so overwhelming for him, as his dick twitched harshly in his pants. Pathetically, he began to grind down on the mattress, groaning erotically against you as he did. Your plump thighs tightened around his head when his relentless attack on your clit became stronger, his tongue hardening up against the bundle of nerves. “Fuck my baby that feels so good” Your fingers tangled in his brown locks, tugging at his scalp in a way you knew he liked.

Little did you know your short tugs would throw him over the edge, body trembling roughly as his cock throbbed in its confinement, shooting ropes of cum in his boxers. His moans vibrated against you, and you could feel yourself nearing the edge, unaware of your boyfriend's situation. You had started to grind down on his tongue and fingers, legs tightening and shaking as you climbed to your peak, moaning lewdly when you tumbled over.

Daryl pulled off you, and his face was a wet deep red mess. His hair was disheveled and your eyes landed on the dark spot in the front of his jeans. “Would you like some help with that sweetheart? How pathetic that you came from only eating me out” You tugged him forward by his vest collar, which you prompted him to take off. Your hands moved to unbuckle his pants as he leaned down to kiss you, the taste of yourself still lingering heavy on his tongue. You tossed the belt onto the floor and yanked at his pants. “Are ya tha eager ta see me naked, darlin?” A smug smile landed on his face as he kicked the offending piece of fabric off, spoiled underwear following suit.

When your eyes landed on his thick cock, engorged tip looking just so damn sensitive, you nodded your head as your dark gaze stared into his. “Get on your back” You placed your hands on his shoulders as you rolled him over, straddling his strong hips and leaning over the bed to snatch his belt up. “Hands.” You snapped the leather in your hands, staring down into his core. Holy hell did he love it. He loved the feeling of you tightening his own belt around his wrists and pinning them above the headboard by wrapping the extra leather around a post. He was an absolute sight for only you.

Your mouth watered as you stared down at your man, who was on complete display for you to gawk at, as you ran a lean hand up his chest, capturing his lips in yours before slamming down onto his cock, high gasp coming from him as his swollen tip bumped your cervix suddenly. You were only getting started as you placed both hands on his chest, grinding your hips skillfully and bouncing steeply, pulling yourself back down when he was only halfway out.

It drove you both crazy, Daryl even more so as you kept saying dirty things to him in an alluring tone. He had a brief thought that you were some type of sex demon attempting to fuck his soul out, which it was definitely working.

Daryl couldn’t keep his head up to watch the pornographic way you were riding him, his hands had began to tug at their restraint.

“Does that feel good baby? I wish you would look at me so I can tell” He whimpered in response, eyes rolling back when you increased your pace. Your fingers traveled up into the front of his hair, which you tugged forward to raise his head. The action went straight to his dick. Your fingers trailed out his hair and down his face, back down his chest.

“Keep your eyes on me, my sweet. Do you feel good?” You tilted your head as you ground your hips down, his dick blissfully bumping your sweet spot. “S’ so good, please let me touch you, sugar, please?” His voice sounded weak and pathetic to his own ears, but it went straight to your cunt, a smile creeping on your lips. “Earn it. My poor legs are tired.” You cooed, making a pouty face at him as you rocked slowly back and forth. “Gonna pound ya’ from underneath, ‘mma make ya’ feel real good” His senseless babbling encited a moan from you, especially when he planted his feet on the bed and lifted his hips, immediately started a rough pace.

He was so desperate to fuck the shit out of you. As he panted heavily, watching intently as he quickly slid in and out of you. He had been so focused that he didn’t feel you undoing his restraints until his hands were guided to fat hips which he gripped tightly and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips up before ramming back in, one hand going up the headboard to steady himself. Even with the position he had you in he still felt compelled to do what you say, deep whimpers falling each time his sensitive tip roughly bumped inside you.

From where his hand was on the headboard, it had began to slam into the wall at the same harsh pace as his hips, which he angled up to hit your sweet spot and slide that much deeper. Fuck, he was starting to become dizzy with pleasure. Your erotic moans filled his ear as he leaned down over you, burying his face in your neck to inhale your strong smell, somehow increasing his pace. “Daryl baby I’m so close… you make me feel so fucking good” You mumbled into the comforter, the hot sounds of your boyfriend’s breath and the banging headboard filling your ears. A calloused finger trailed down your stomach and rubbed your clit in quick circles, Daryl’s strained voice right in your ear. “Cum fer me, darlin’ please let me make you feel real good, fuck- please” You could tell he was much closer to the edge than you, his voice had raised by an octave, his strokes had gotten short yet stronger, and he was practically panting like a dog. You reached a hand back and yanked his hair harder than you intended, crashing your lips together. You felt your body shake as Daryl’s strokes had become sloppy as his second orgasm hit him like a fucking truck. It was so strong that he couldn’t help but pull away and release a harsh whine that burned in his chest. Your own release had you pulling Daryl back down for a kiss, harshly biting his bottom lip. His finger slowed to a stop on your overly sensitive clit.

When you pulled away, it felt like you couldn’t get enough oxygen, breathing heavily as Daryl rolled onto his back, groaning as he pulled his soft cock out. Your hips landed on the fluffy comforter and Daryl’s cum had started to leak out of you, heating your sweaty face a little more.

After a few minutes, you felt soft lips on your back and a warm towel between your legs, followed by Daryl climbing back into bed and pulling the covers over you, wrapping big arms around your lower back as he pulled you closer. Laughter rose from your chest as he peppered you with kisses. “Told ya’ ‘m a man” He mumbled sleepily, and you scoffed. “My big strong adult man” You kissed his chest, and he hummed, already falling asleep. In the back of your head, you made a mental note to check the damage that was done to the wall in the morning.

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A/N: this was way longer than i intended it to be but i hope y’all enjoyed!! <33

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

“Oh fuck,” she gasps out, her eyes fluttering closed. “Whatever you want, baby.” 

Fucking a, this last line is the perfect summation for how I feel right now. The whole premise of this is hot to begin with. His anger at her holding back - which, btw, her insecurity on this is so relatable, I mean who hasn't felt this at some point? - and demanding her to sit all the way down 🥵

But then when it actually happens!! The visuals. Hot damn. I just want to thank the person who commissioned this, thank you. And a great big thank you, to you Bee for writing it. It's such a treat. Thank you. ❤️

Sit - Soldier Boy x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Y/N finds herself in trouble when she doesn’t listen to her boyfriend’s instructions. 

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Soldier Boy x plus sized!Reader

Tags: angst, self worth issues, body image issues, oral sex (fem rec), face sitting, face riding, biting, p in v

WC: ± 2.2K

A/Ns: This smutty little fic was commissioned by someone who doesn’t have tumblr, but wanted me to share it with you guys anyway! Hope you all love it! <3

The Boys Masterlist

“We need to talk.” 

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly as she looks up at her boyfriend from her place on the couch, and then a small frown begins to crease into her forehead as she sees the darkness in his green eyes that tells her that whatever this is isn’t good.  

“Okay…” she hesitantly replies, sitting up straighter. “Is everything okay?” 

No, it’s not, he’s had enough of you and he’s leaving. He’s finally realised he can do better than you, that he is so far out of your league you’re barely a spot in the distance.

“No, it’s not actually,” Soldier Boy replies, confirming to her that her inner monologue is right. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at her, making her only grow more and more uncomfortable. 

Just get on with it, she begs him silently in her head.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, timidly. 

“When I tell you to sit, I mean sit,” he explains. 

Only it’s not an explanation at all, and the frown creased into Y/N’s forehead only deepens, as she glances down at the way she’s currently sitting and shifts her weight slightly, wondering what’s wrong with the way she sits and why her boyfriend suddenly has such a big issue with it. 

“I don’t get it, Ben,” she admits, still shuffling in her place. 

“You hover,” he adds, clearly irritated by the very fact. Y/N licks her lips, opening her mouth to reply, but no sound comes out to begin with, and so she clears her throat and then frowns deeper yet. Now she’s completely lost, because she has no idea what Ben’s talking about. “When I tell you to sit on my face I mean sit not hover,” he concludes. 

Y/N’s eyebrows raise, and then a smile begins to curl over her lips, and suddenly she’s giggling to herself. She really thought this was going all wrong, that maybe he was trying to find some ridiculous excuse to break up with her because he didn’t want to just tell her the truth; that he could do better. But now she’s realising it’s got nothing to do with the way she sits on the couch. He’s talking about sex. Of course he is. The thought only makes Y/N giggle harder as the relief floods her entire body. 

“What’s so funny?” he asks, frowning himself now that he’s the one that’s confused. 

“Jesus, Ben, I thought you were seriously angry, then!” she scoffs, shaking her head and relaxing a little, so glad this was just some joke. Jesus, the guy’s a good actor. 

“I am,” he replies stubbornly. But she’s not falling for his teasing any longer.  

“Oh c’mon, it’s no big deal,” she brushes him off, laughing again. “Besides, I don’t wanna crush you, I’m hardly lightweight,” she points out, gesturing to her body.  

Ben’s frown only deepens at her words, and he huffs a breath, staring her down until the smile has faded a little more from her face, and she starts to second guess if he is only teasing, or if he’s actually mad about this. She’s never known the supe to be a huge joker, so maybe she should consider the fact that he’s actually annoyed.

“Are you seriously mad about this?” she checks, just to be sure. 

“Yes,” he confirms with a brief nod of his head. “What’s the matter, you think I can’t handle it?” he challenges. 

“Look at me, Ben, I’m not going on magazine covers any time soon,” she scoffs, shaking her head. “Last thing I need is to suffocate the world’s first superhero to death with my fat thighs.” 

“You flatter yourself too much,” Ben argues back. “You think that’s all it would take to kill me? You just said so yourself, I’m superhuman, I’m sure I can handle it.” 

Suddenly, it all clicks into place, and Y/N realises just why Ben is so upset about this. He thinks that she’s going easy on him, he thinks that she thinks that he can’t handle it. He’s a very proud man, she should’ve known something like this would annoy him. But that doesn’t mean that she can’t point out how ridiculous he’s being. He knows exactly what she thinks about him and his powers. It’s never hurt to call Ben out on his ego trips now and then. She likes to think it keeps him grounded. He does seem a lot more level headed since they started dating. 

“Oh, I see,” Y/N smirks slightly, crossing her own arms over her chest. “I’ve bruised your ego,” she points out. “Ben, it’s nothing personal. It’s just all my exes never meant sit when they said sit,” she explains briefly, not seeing the big deal. 

“Yeah, well until now you’ve only dated boys,” he counters. That’s when he uncrosses his arms and leans down over her, his hands resting either side of her head as he brings his face closer to hers. “You’re dating a man now, honey, so next time I tell you to sit, I expect you to sit.” 

“Yes sir,” she replies sassily, smirking once again before rolling her eyes, but the supe doesn’t smirk back, and she realises he’s once again not messing around. Just the thought actually begins to make her sweat a little. The fact he wants her to stop holding back is quite the turn on. The darkness in his eyes adds to that too, of course. “Next time I’ll sit,” she confirms, with a lot less teasing in her tone. 

Soldier Boy reaches up and grabs her chin softly, kissing her lips briefly. “Good girl,” he husks, before walking away, leaving Y/N dazed and flustered. 

Soldier Boy’s POV

The supe is feeling just a little better that evening as he relaxes back on the bed and amuses himself with the Soldier Boy comic books that had been released during his time away. Though, he’s not too fond of the way he gets portrayed sometimes, like he’s a big baby that runs and hides at the first real sign of danger. Maybe that’s added to his stress, because while he’ll never admit it, Y/N had been right that his issue this morning had mainly been an issue because of a bruised ego. Of course it was a little insulting that Y/N might think he can’t handle a woman sitting on his face. When really, he could think of nothing better, especially when it comes to a woman like Y/N. 

At the thought of her, he hears her humming quietly to herself under her breath as she emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. She smiles over at him softly when she notices him looking, and then proceeds to head over to her dresser, opening her drawer and pulling out her pyjamas. Ben can’t help but notice they’re the silky ones he likes most, and just the thought of seeing her in them starts to get him going. But the thing that really sets him off is watching her slowly remove her towel, using it to dab herself dry slowly, exposing more and more of her perfect naked body. 

He can’t help the soft moan that escapes his lips as he appreciates his view, and Y/N glances his way at the sound. 

“What?” she asks coyly. 

“You know just what that body of yours does to me, honey,” he hums, unashamedly. Y/N rolls her eyes and turns her back to him, but he doesn’t appreciate the view any less, his eyes dropping to her perfect, full ass and her thick warm thighs, and he imagines his face trapped between them and has to reach down to palm over his thickening cock. “C’mere,” he commands with a soft grunt. 

Y/N slowly approaches his side of the bed, still clinging to her towel as she attempts to cover up part of her body with it. The supe is quick to reach out and tear it from her grasp, throwing it to the floor so she’s got nowhere to hide. His eyes rake hungrily over her curves, and he realises it doesn’t matter how many times he sees her, he’ll never grow tired of seeing her. 

“Remember what we talked about earlier?” he asks, peeling his eyes off of her body and looking up at her face instead. 

“Yeah,” she replies hesitantly, seemingly only growing more timid. 

“Good,” the supe grins, shuffling himself further down the bed and throwing his head back. “Then sit.” 

“Right now?” she checks. 

Soldier Boy only has to turn his head and look at her to prompt her into action as she bites down on her bottom lip and begins to climb onto the bed. He can tell she’s still hesitant, slowly and carefully lifting her leg to begin straddling his body, and the supe grows impatient and grabs her thigh, tugging her down almost forcefully as he makes her squeal and giggle slightly. Instantly, her sex is pressed against his mouth, and Ben wastes no time opening up, extending his tongue to push through her folds as he begins to taste her sweet juices. He hums in delight, feeling the full extent of her weight pressing down on his face, feeling utterly suffocated by her and loving every second of it. This is what he’s been craving. 

He laps up every drop she gives him; and she only gives him more and more the longer he toys with her clit, or fucks her opening with his tongue, and while her voice is muffled thanks to the warm, soft flesh of her thighs pressing against his ears, he can still hear her hums and moans of pleasure above him, and he can hear the slight groans and creaks of the mattress and headboard as she holds on for dearlife and rocks her hips to aid him. His arms wrap firmly around her hips, holding her down tighter against him, wanting to struggle to breathe in anything but her and her intoxicating scent, and it works, his cock desperate and throbbing between his legs at the very sensations flooding him. 

When he begrudgingly pulls back for air, he turns his head and begins to bite and suck on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, making her gasp for air and tense them either side of his face, only making him feel even more wrapped up in her. 

“God you taste so good, baby girl,” he growls against her skin, once again encouraging her pussy back onto his mouth, already missing the sweet tang of her juices. 

He feasts on her once more, not stopping until her legs are shaking either side of his head, and she’s trying to speak coherent words, but the only sounds falling from her lips are in broken english and near enough gibberish, until he can feel her walls pulsing inside her, her thigh muscles quivering. 

He moans himself as he pushes his way out from underneath her, leaving her on her knees, supported by the headboard she’s still clinging to for dear life, and he’s quick to kneel behind her, pulling out his throbbing erection and finally giving it some of the attention it’s craved. He places one hand on her hip, his fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh, and keeps her in her place as he shuffles a little closer and teases her pussy with the tip of his cock. She moans, rocking her hips back seemingly instinctively, and Soldier Boy wastes no time teasing the two of them for a moment longer. 

He thrusts forward, feeling her pussy still pulsating from her orgasm, sucking him in perfectly, and he moans, his eyes beginning to roll as he hones in on the rapid speed of her heartbeat. 

“Fuck, honey,” he hums, folding himself over her, “you almost feel as good as you taste.” 

He presses his face into the side of her neck, dragging his teeth along her delicate skin, biting and sucking occasionally, knowing how much she loves that as he starts fucking into her from behind, wrapping his one arm around her front to keep her elevated just right. Y/N moans, reaching to hold onto his arm rather than the headboard as she fucks back into him too, her nails digging into his skin everytime he gets deep enough. 

“Did that feel good?” he asks breathily against her ear. He can feel her nod, but she clearly can’t reply with words, which only makes him feel even more smug. “Good, so next time I tell you to sit, you better fucking sit,” he growls, his cock throbbing at just the thought of next time. 

“Oh fuck,” she gasps out, her eyes fluttering closed. “Whatever you want, baby.” 

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(Plus size reader x Negan. In the world of the dead rising, you just happen to fall for the one fucked up person who has no interest in you. And I am aware the timeline doesn't add up but for the story I had to make the timeline longer than a couple months.)

*Trigger Warning - There will be a few hurtful words. Negan is going to be an asshole for the first part of this so if you want the fluff and smut just skip past this chapter. Fatphobia. Eating Disorders. Fat shaming.*

CHAPTER ONE - I FELL HARD, YOU'LL FALL HARDER.

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You remember the day that you were found and bought to the Sanctuary by Negan himself. You had been abandoned by your own people and left to die in the woods, Negan and his crew were on their way back home when he spotted you sitting at the base of the tree.

"Well Shit looky here" he said, and you looked up at him as he flung the bat over his shoulder. "You lost little lamb?", you were too scared to reply so you just nodded. "You alone?" again you nodded. "Do you speak?". You took a deep breathe and shallowed the ball of fear that had made it way to your throat "Yes, ummm" you didn't know this man, but holy hell was he hot. "I'm Negan, you may have heard of me?" He questions again. "No sorry I haven't." You tell him truthfully. "Well fuck me girly you have no fucking idea who I am" He looks shock as he lowers himself to your level, your eyes lock on to his. "Where did you come from; I own all the survivors in this area?" "My group never settled down, we were constantly wandering in search of supplies and would bunk down wherever we felt safe." Negan nodded understanding now how she wouldn't have known him if they were always on the move. "So where is your group now?" "They left me here, so I don't know."

"Excuse my fucking language but they fucking left one of their own out in this shithole world, what are you gonna do be walker bait? you don't seem to have any weapons on you, you're as helpless as a baby." You shrug, "I really don't know what I am going to do." He gets up quickly, but not before grabbing your hand and making you stand up to. "You are going to come to the Sanctuary with me. It is safe there, plenty of supplies and you can work for you food and other things," "Ok" is all you said as you follow Negan back. The first night there they didn't have a spare room for you so Negan let you crash in his room while he went and have fun with his wives. You had wanted to object to staying in his room, no doubt you could bunk on the floor anywhere else but he insisted that you had a goodnight sleep and that was that. For the first time in years, you slept peacefully.

You had lived with Negan as your leader for a few months now. You were thankful for the first time in your life to be a fat person, it meant Negan didn't want you as his wife, you could fly under the radar when it came to that way of living. You had been told many times by the other women there how they all had been asked to be his, but they had decided not to, they were allowed to live and work here.

He had a type as you could tell by the wives that he paraded around the compound daily and the ones he checked out when new people were bought in. His type was the tall skinny type, the ones that would go out nightly and party, who now obeyed him and gave themselves over to him whenever he wanted.

Yes, he was nicer to you than he was to most, he spoke to you with a kind voice, but he never asked you to be his, he never asked you to go hunt the dead down or even fight the ones who threaten to take over. Whenever you had interactions, he would never yell, and would often be smiling at you, of you took it as he was being a friendly leader. He disliked it when his men would interrupt your conversations. You did see his dark side, you saw what he did to people, the punishments, the torture.

After a while you started developing feelings, you tried to deny them, try to tell yourself it was pointless but it never worked, the more he spoke and showed you affection the more harder you fell and it made your heart break every time he had his body wrapped with his wives, it hurt to hear him talk about how they pleased him, how hard he was for them almost every day.

That changes in a blink of an eye.

"Hey Y/N Negan wants you in his office now" Simon says, leading the way to him.

You panic, have you done something wrong, have you not been pulling your weight? Had you missed an order he had given you?

"Come in" Negan says as soon as Simon knocks. "Sit" He orders you and Simon leaves you two alone. The room ran cold suddenly, this was not the Negan you knew. "It has been bought towards me by some of my men that maybe you should have less portions than the others considering how fat you are" Negan smirks, a laugh in voice. The words cut you like a knife. You look away from the man in front of you. "It really wouldn't hurt to lose a few now, would it?"

All you can do is nod. "Answer me dammit" he screams his hands hitting the desk. "Yes Negan" you muster up in a quiet voice. "I agree"

"Well alrighty then you can go finish your job then." he says dismissing you. You walk quickly to the bathroom, rushing past people trying to hide the tears.

"You, ok?" A female's voice says from one of the stalls.

You know her, she is one of his wives. "Yeah, I'm fine"

She puffs on a cigarette, "Let me guess you're Y/N?"

"How....did you know that?" You ask wiping your face.

"He talks openly around us, without realizing we hear and remember all, and from the tears he said some hurtful things, right? He has been boasting that shit all week. I am so sorry he said those things."

You shake your head, afraid of saying anything in case she would report it back to Negan.

"It is the truth, I am fat, I could use less food. I am not going to deny it. Less portions for me means more for others."

You leave the bathroom, feeling more shit about yourself than before.

It took about 2 months of planning before you had snuck enough weapons and food to make your get away. Sherry had helped you plan and save up for you to escape when nightfall came, she wanted to give you a chance, something that she didn't have at this point in time.

"Promise me you will never come back here" She asked as she opened the gate for you quietly.

"I promise but you deserve this so much more than I do" You whisper back to her, tears forming in both.

"I know Y/N but if I can help you and the others than maybe one day, I can be free to" she says wiping your tears away.

"You shouldn't have fallen for such a cruel man; I hope you find your happiness out there one day." Sherry gently places her hand on you cheek and smiles then closes the gate, leaving you in the woods once again. You run to the car that she had bargained just for you about 15 minutes away.

Once you started driving away you fought back the urge to cry. You were alone again, traveling to God knows where.

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12 Months later ~ Alexandria.

You had been at Alexandria for about 6 months when those trucks came rolling into your home. You had heard the stories about what he had done with Ricks gang and Rick knew that you had been one of his people before you escaped, only he knew the truth, he kept your secrets.

He made sure that each time Negan came to collect you were out scavenging. He wanted to protect you from him, with fears that maybe he would force you to return or hold some grudge over you leaving.

But on this day Negan had decided to come two days early and you looked at Rick for answers, you couldn't run and there was no point hiding as they searched the houses. Today you would be out there, you had just hoped that he didn't recognize you.

"Go over to the garden. Keep yourself blended with them; keep you hat down. He shouldn't bother you." Rick says pushing you to go.

You run over and quickly make yourself look busy, you picked up the small rack and you grabbed a spare hat and put it on, hiding your face.

You heard the tires, the brakes of the trucks squeal and a very familiar voice.

"Well Ricky boy look at you, your so close to pissing yourself aren't you."

You couldn't hear his reply. His men started to grab the goods that you spent time getting for him, a couple of them walked past you are smiling and wolf whistling at you and the others. You could hear him and Rick walking to the pantry, Olivia greeted them.

Negan laughed when Olivia was explaining that they were running out of food and staving.

"You got a fat chick guarding the food, are you sure as hell she not sneaking it at midnight.?" Rick stayed silent and Olivia started crying, you couldn't bear it.

You storm over to Olivia and Negan and slap him hard across the face. You turn to hug Olivia tightly.

"Fuck me, who the fuck do you think you are?" He says rubbing his cheek. You look at Rick from under your hat, "I'm Sorry" you whisper to him as he stares in shock.

"I asked you a question, you are to fucking answer it" he says grabbing you from Olivia pushing you to the floor, aiming Lucille at your face.

The hat still hiding your face, "You come here and take our stuff, that we worked hard on, that I don't care about but to talk shit about someone's weight is the fucking worse thing. You have no right to judge us on appearance." You say getting up, ignoring the protests from your friends and the fact that Lucille was still aimed.

"You must have some lady balls to speak to me like that. Who are you?" He uses Lucille to push the hat off and stops smirking. For the first time in 12 months, he locks eyes with you. Negan cannot believe what he is seeing.

"Y/N." he whispers. He notices that you have changed so much, you look good, not that you didn't look good before he thinks to himself.

"Are we done here?" Rick asks, everyone not sure what is about to happen.

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"Leave us, I think I need a word with Y/N alone." Negan places Lucille on his shoulders and one by one they leave. The group questioning Rick about you.

"Have you been here the entire fucking time?" Negan was mad.

"What does it matter?" You respond, eyeing him off.

"You fucking left in the middle of the night. Why?" He growls.

"Not like you cared but so what. One less fat mouth to feed would be a good thing, right?" He can hear the venom in your voice.

Now Negan understands, "So that is why? You were hurt by what I said."

"I am not the only one who wanted to escape you that night." Negan raises and eyebrow., you ignore his question.

"Let me guess, Sherry helped you. I had a feeling when she acted all weird the next day, avoiding me and shit." Negan slams Lucille down onto a coffee table, smashing it.

You don't flinch, you just look at the table, all broken. Wondering if you could repair it.

"AFTER EVERYTHING I DID FOR YOU. " Negan screams. You just breathe deeply.

"I was always thankful for what you did for me, saving me, giving me a bed and a room and a job." you say ignoring the tantrum that he was having.

"THEN WHY LEAVE OVER A STUPID COMMENT?"

"WHY?" You scream back before taking a deep breath "I was already eating less portions, if you or your men even cared to have noticed I only went to 2 dinners a week, I skipped most breakfast and lunches. I was already feeling bad for being fat, the looks I got for having the EXACT amount of food then everyone else confirmed what everyone was thinking and then you go and listen to your men and ask me to cut down more without even consulting me."

You tell him the truth; you were starving yourself anyway.

"You acted like an asshole; you could have maybe noticed that I was trying to change but you didn't." You spit back at him.

"So, you come to ole Ricky boy here and he takes you under his wing?" Negan eyes blacken as his says Rick's name.

"They saved me from a horde, I was stupid enough to try something and got overrun and stuck for a couple days on the roof of a shop. Simple as that, Negan."

"YOU WOULDN'T HAVE GOT STUCK IF YOU HAD STAYED WITH ME" Negan shouts the anger is bad once again. "I never asked you to scavenge, I kept you inside for a reason. I didn't want you to get hurt. I was always nice to you; did you not notice that?"

"And that is why your men did what they did, you showed me kindness, you showed them weakness, so when they came to you, telling you lies, and shit and you felt scared and put on the Big Bad Wolf pants and did what you did." "I have nothing more to say to you Negan. So, get the shit Rick and the rest of us have collected for you and get out." You look at him straight in the eyes, he just stares at you sternly, pointing Lucille at you. "If you were anybody else, I would have killed you." With that he turns his heels and stomps out, you hear shouting and the sound of the trucks being loaded. Once the gate closes, you break down crying. You feel Rick hugging you as you cry.

The next time you run into Negan, he a prisoner in Alexandria.

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hear me out : daryl gets teased by the group because he’s supposed to be a tough guy but when it comes to the reader he’s so soft is it established that these are just c reader relationships LOL

Description: The reader is defending Daryl who is being teased by the group about not being tough but sweet with the reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

*I'm loving these so much!*

Requests are open!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 507

First Person's POV

The group all sat around the campfire, I sat by Daryl, his leg resting against mine and he held my hand in his with a gentle look as he stared at me. Rick glanced at the two of us, I shot him a look knowing exactly how things would play out in the next few moments. Daryl brought my hand to his lips, resting a gentle kiss on my hand and gave me a loving smile. 

"I love 'ya." I smiled at the man, laughing as he rested a kiss on my cheek, glancing at the others, the sweet smile fading as they all stared at the man in shock and with laughs starting to escape their lips. 

"Close your mouths, you're gonna catch flies." 

"Since when are you all lovey-dovey? Daryl, since when do you not act all stone-cold and stoic?" Carol asked with a smile, I shot her a look, frowning lightly as Daryl slid his hand out of mine and rested it on my thigh. I took a breath, sighing as Rick laughed a little loudly, Daryl looked around, biting the inside of his cheek and listened to the teasing of the others. 

"Where's Daryl, you're not Daryl. The Daryl I know. is tough and chops off walker heads. This Daryl is a pile of lovey goop." 

"Come on, leave him alone," I stated, watching the man I loved look embarrassed and shy. I rested a kiss on his cheek and grabbed his hand. Staring at the others a little angrily, sick and tired of the fact that they weren't leaving him alone. This had been happening for the last little while. He couldn't seem to catch a break, I hated that he couldn't catch a break and that they still thought Daryl was a cold and tough man. 

"Y/N, think about it, Daryl rarely smiles and he never acts like this around others. He's a tough guy, some think he's a jerk at first glance."

"Since this shit show started, we've all known that Daryl isn't a douche, he's a good person and I wouldn't have fallen in love with him he if was a jerk. I love Daryl, he loves me and he shouldn't be judged by you lot for holding my hand or telling me he loves me." I defended, standing up and dragging him with me. I led him away from the group, looking at him worriedly and sighed as he hugged me tightly. 

"I appreciate what you're doing for me. You don't have to though." 

"Daryl, I love you, I wouldn't let them treat you like that." 

"I'm sorry." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I got all embarrassed and I stopped holding your hand. I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything." I hugged him tightly, smiling lightly at the man and rested a kiss on his cheek. 

"I love you, I hope you know that." 

"I always will."  

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paladin's 100 follower celly and new request list!! ✨

ahhh thank you so much for 100 followers! im so happy 🥳 and on my birthday too?? its like a gift 🎁 but, i hope that you guys like these prompts and the people i chose but if you have anybody that you want me to write for or a different prompt you wanna read you can still send it in and i'll see what i can do!

I love you all so much! keep reading to see the prompts and the people for your requests! ⬇️

the people who you request for are referred to as "name" in the prompts. and sorry, but none of these will be NSFW. even though i read it sometimes, im not comfortable with writing it just yet. all fics written will be under the tag "paladin's 100 follower celly!" make sure to check it out and drop a follow to see when a new fic comes out!! ❤️

some will be written in headcanon form and some will be in fic form! but let me know which one you want it in! ❤️

please let me know if you want the reader to be plus size, i'll happily write it for ya!

current request status: open!

✨ prompts!! ✨

1 - "I'm sick, don't get near me" "I don't care"

2 - "I want you to meet my parents." "but we just met!"

3 - crying in his arms

4 - him crying in your arms

5 - "listen to me, everything is going to be alright."

6 - "I'll take care of you."

7 - "they didn't deserve you."

8 - sugar baby x sugar daddy

9 - "I'm gonna be here for you whether you like it or not."

10 - bodyguard!(name) x reader

11 - sunshine!reader x (name)

12 - lazy morning

13 - team staff member x (name)

14 - comparing hand sizes

15 - cooking for his team (athletes only)

16 - cooking for his parents

17 - meeting his team (athletes only)

18 - (name) x baker!reader

19 - reader brings cookies or cupcakes for players team after a huge win (athletes only)

20 - reader gets hurt and (name) takes care of them

21 - wearing another players jersey (athletes only)

22 - (name) cooks for reader and it goes terribly wrong

23 - (name) cooks for reader and its good

24 - reader cooks for (name) and it goes terribly wrong

25 - reader cooks for (name) and its good

26 - reader hosts a suprise party for (name)

27 - rival player chirps player about reader, player goes crazy (athletes only)

28 - reader is a ref for the nhl, slowly falls for player (athletes only)

29 - reader cooks for (name)'s friends

30 - reader's child takes a liking to (name)

31 - reader is a storm chaser

32 - reader meets (name)'s pet and the pet loves reader

33 - reader watches an episode of her and (name)'s show without him knowing

34 - (name) comforts reader in a storm

35 - reader and (name) go to a pet store and reader convinces him to buy them a pet

36 - going to the eras tour with them

37 - going to a nba game with them

38 - going to yours/his little siblings sports game

39 - hairstylist!reader / doing his hair

40 - he teaches you how to play hockey (athletes only)

41 - reader compliments their eyes

42 - reader is a florist

43 - reader is a coach for a pee wee team

44 - teacher!reader

45 - coaches daughter

✨ nhl players! ✨

matt rempe

jack hughes

luke hughes

quinn hughes

trevor zegras

jamie drysdale

sidney crosby

cole caufield

nico hischer

timo meier

dawson mercer

andrei svechnikov

arturs silovs

sergei bobrovsky

matthew tkachuk

brady tkachuk

auston matthews

igor shesterkin

connor bedard

jeremey swayman

andrei vasilevskiy

stuart skinner

marc andre fleury

nico daws

jacob markstrom

aleksander barkov

brock boeser

j.t. miller

macklin celebrini

leo carlsson

mason mactavish

david pastrnak

artemi panarin

✨ other fandoms! ✨

tyler owens (twisters)

javi (twisters)

boone (twisters)

daryl dixon (the walking dead)

rick grimes (the walking dead)

carl grimes (the walking dead)

negan smith (the walking dead)

eugene porter (the walking dead)

abraham ford (the walking dead)

(there may be more added later)

[thefreakydeaky]

Loving is Easy (Part Ninteen)

Negan Smith x Reader

Rick Grimes x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Reader finds herself exploring a new type of relationship with an old family friend of questionable morals.

Warnings: None

You didn't hear from Negan for two weeks. He didn't come to brunch. He didn't answer your texts. You were beginning to think he was ghosting you until he finally called you. He asked you to meet him at the cafè and you were happy to.

When you arrived you saw him sitting on the patio waiting for you. He wore a black tshirt and jeans, baseball cap low casting a shadow over his eyes. Negan looked uncomfortable as you walked up to him. Up until this point the man had dealt with difficult situations in his calm unflappable way that made you think nothing could shake him. Seeing him out of sorts made you uneasy.

He was bouncing his leg nervously. You sat down beside him and reached a hand under the table, placing it on his thigh.

"What is it? What's wrong?" You used the calming tone you usually reserved for clients.

Negan took a deep breath and let it out, but it didn't seem to ease his tension.

"I don't wanna put anything on you, 'cause I know you're going through a hard time right now. I know it, but I realized something and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since."

You reached for his hand and took it gently between both of yours.

"It's going to be okay. Just take your time. I'm listening."

He chuckled a bit, it only sounded half hearted.

"That's the thing. I don't think it will be, but I gotta say it." His hazel eyes looked directly into your eyes.

He spoke your name softly.

",I love you. I fucking fell in love with you and I think I've been in love with you for a while. I just didn't realize it until a few weeks ago."

You stared at him, shocked.

"And I think, we're meant to be together, because there isn't a thing about you that I don't love. Be honest, have you ever had that with anyone before? This, this thing where you don't get tired of each other, where you just get each other, where you don't find it hard to forgive them because none of the little shit matters. All you want is for that person to be safe, healthy, and happy. Do you, know, what I mean?"

You found yourself nodding and sniffed. Negan reached over and wiped a tear from your cheek. You hadn't known you were crying.

"I'm not asking for anything, but I have to tell you how I feel, because you deserve to know, no matter what you choose to do about it."

Your heart felt full of emotion, full enough to burst. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. He kissed you despite your tear streaked face and trembling hands. His lips kneaded yours tenderly. You kissed him back for a moment and then he gently broke away.

"What about Olivia?"

"I ended things with her last week. You're the only person I want to be with. So tell me, is this it? Is this goodbye?" He asked, his eyes trying to read your face.

You shook your head.

"No." You looked down at his hand in yours.

"I won't lie. I'm scared. Really scared, but I can't deny that I love you and I want to be with you."

He leaned forward and took you into his arms. You held onto him.

"If we can go slow and I mean, really really slow. It would give me time to work on my fear. Could you be okay with that?"

He moved back just enough to look into your eyes.

"We can go as slow as you need to. As long as we're together. That's all I want."

He kissed your cheek and pulled you closer into his embrace. Although it had been a long and winding path to get here, you knew that you were in love with him and from the beginning you had been running from those feelings.

••••••••••••••

The snow that winter was fluffy, you got an inch or two every couple of weeks from November to Christmas. That Christmas eve you and Negan were the last to go to bed again though this time, you would be sleeping together in the guest bedroom. Your spot in front of the cozy fireplace was too good to give up and so you stayed snuggled up on your parent's sofa, Negan's arm around your shoulder, staring into the flames. After a while you could feel him looking at you and turned toward him.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asked for the third time that day.

You laughed softly.

"You tell me all the time."

Negan tweaked your nose.

"Good. I'll make sure to keep telling you everyday."

You kissed his cheek.

"There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about." You told him, gazing into his honey dappled olive eyes. "I've been thinking about it and I'd like to move in together." You held your breath, taking in the widening of his eyes and the dropping open of his mouth.

"I would love to have you move in with me Doll! Are you, ready?"

You nodded.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

You nodded.

"Yes, If I've learned anything in the last six months, it's that you are nothing like Harlan. You are a wonderful boyfriend and a kind person. I believe this is going to be good for us.Since I don't start teaching until mid January, I figured we could start moving me in after Christmas. If that's okay with you."

He leaned in and began peppering your face with kisses.

"Doll, you have no idea, how happy this makes me."

You threw your arms around him.

"It makes me so happy to think about getting to wake up next to you each morning." You pecked his lips. " So unbelieveabley happy."

He chuckled.

"Same here, Doll. Same here."

You served yourselves another glass of wine and sat sipping them in front of the fireplace until you were ready to go to bed. Hand in hand you walked slowly down the hallway and into the guest room.

After all you had been through, you no longer wanted to be anywhere that he wasn't. You no longer felt you were being caged in. You felt safe with a man you whole heartedly knew you could trust and would love for the rest of your life.