#Negan- the smallest man to ever live

[lostgrimesgirl]

Please know if Lena had access to The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived she would 10000% blasting that shit at Negan’s cell for several months in a row

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

@themuselesswriter

[walkerwords]

“A Silver Lining” Luke x F!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: Gene Page/AMC

Request from anonymous: CAN YOU PLEASEEE DO A LUKE IMAGINE??? Maybe the reader lives at Hilltop or Oceanside and Luke finds her singing one day and he like falls for her but shes shy???

Word Count: 3426

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “I Choose You” by Sara Bareilles

Note: I didn’t make the reader that shy, but I like the little conversation they had. Thank you for requesting a Luke imagine. Note, this is very weird when it comes to timing. i made it so it was like Lukes group got to hilltop before the whole jesus graveyard debacle. *ALL ASL IS IN ITALICS*

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Luke stood under the bright Virginia sun watching the people of Hilltop begin their day.

He and the rest of his group had been at the community for a few days now and he was starting to feel at home. Although, any place that they stayed for more than a night tended to feel that way. However, he had a feeling that this time would be different.

Yumiko was finally feeling better and she and Magna had taken to assisting with guard duty, giving some of the resident Hilltop soldiers a few extra hours of sleep. Connie and Kelly had also offered to help by hunting and helping around the community with whatever was needed. Luke, however, hadn't found his place quite yet.

Tara was great and she assured him that for now all he needed to do was settle in and that soon enough, there would be something for him to do. Being on the road for so long, Luke wasn't very good at doing nothing. Ever since the Turn, he had been fighting, scavenging, running, and of course trying to look after his people. The fact that he now had what Connie called "leisure time", it felt unnatural and he wanted to fix that right away.

Enid had already kicked him out of her infirmary twice. Luke wasn't a doctor by any means but he had helped stitch up Magna multiple times and he knew his way around basic first aid, but Enid had assured him that she was fine. Eventually, he gave up and went to sit at one of the guard posts, giving a guard a break for a bit.

That’s where Alden found him.

Luke had liked the guy immediately. Alden was a blacksmith for Hilltop and also Enid's boyfriend. He had introduced himself when Luke and his people had ridden up to Hilltop with Michonne and the others and the two had become fast friends.

"You know, staring at nothing isn't exactly being on guard," Alden said, pulling Luke's attention back to the present.

"Right, sorry," Luke said, shaking his head slightly.

"Get any sleep?"

"If by ‘sleep’ you mean pure bliss, then yes, yes I did," Luke said with a grin. Alden understood immediately.

"I know the feeling. Nothing like those first few nights when you know you're safe and you don't have to sleep with one eye open."

"I guess that's the beauty of places like this," Luke said, gesturing around. "You been here long?"

"Just over seven years now," Alden said, "I was here during and after the War and then just sort of never left." Luke furrowed his brow.

"This war," he began, "I heard someone else mention something about it at breakfast. You guys really fought a whole other community?"

"Not just Hilltop," Alden explained, "It was us, Alexandria, and two other communities called The Kingdom and Oceanside. We fought against the Saviors, a massive group of people led by a man named Negan. Luckily we won, but there were casualties."

"Anyone you knew?" Alden nodded solemnly.

"Yeah. I was a part of the Saviors at first and we lost a lot of people at the start," he said awkwardly, "then, Jesus and Maggie, the leaders of Hilltop, took us hostage and eventually some of us convinced them to let us fight. Not everyone was as loyal to Negan as others." Luke nodded. He could imagine that none of what Alden was talking about was as simple as it seemed. 

"What happened to him? Negan?" Luke asked.

"Ah, well, he's still alive," Alden revealed, "yeah, he's locked up in Alexandria. Grimes family keeps him under lock and key."

"Grimes? Like Michonne and Judith?"

"Yeah and the smallest one, RJ," said Alden before his face fell a bit more, "There were two others. Carl, Judith's older brother who died near the end of the war and then Rick Grimes...he saved us all about six years ago. He sacrificed himself for everyone. He was a good man."

"I wish I could have met him," Luke said honestly.

"Yeah," Alden said with a crooked smile, "but those kids of his are gonna be just like him and something tells me they’ll be the last survivors of this world."

Luke and Alden continued talking about everything from the War to the latest drama that was going on within the communities. Apparently, the Kingdom, ruled by King Ezekiel and Queen Carol, was going to be hosting a fair that would promote trade between the communities.

Luke thought it was a great idea. Bring some normalcy back into the crazy world. He missed simple things like that, just interacting with other people and having conversations that weren't about the Dead or whether or not they'd get enough food for winter. 

Not that Hilltop had a food shortage. Luke was in awe at how much grain and vegetables they were producing. It was incredible to see how self-sustaining the Hilltop was and he especially enjoyed a particular view from where he stood next to Alden.

Luke had first seen you the day Michonne had brought him and his people in. You had been sitting in the shade of Barrington house adding feathers to arrows. You looked so relaxed as you did your task, your hands moving on autopilot. As Luke watched you, it was Connie who noticed his immediate interest. 

Connie has just winked at him with one of her famous smiles. In return, Luke had used some colorful signs that Kelly had taught him recently which only made Connie laugh. It was the first time in a while she had laughed and so Luke had let the teasing continue as long as it made his friend happy.

However, a few days later and Luke was eager to finally have a chance to talk to you. "Who is that?" Luke asked, pointing to you as you stood in the field speaking to Tara. Alden followed his eye line.

"(Y/N)," he said, "she's originally from Oceanside but moved here after the War. She became really close to Tara and moved to Hilltop to help build up the agricultural and resource farming."

"(Y/N)...," Luke said, testing your name on his tongue. Alden caught on just as quick as Connie had. 

"She's quiet, but once you get her talking, it's almost impossible to get her to stop," Alden said with a smile. "She's also a killer shot with a bow." When Luke looked back at his new friend, Alden was giving him a knowing look. 

“Oh, shut up,” Luke said as he pushed away from the wall and headed down the ladder. Alden’s laughter followed him as he headed back towards Barrington, looking for his friends. He found Connie first as she was heading out of the stables. He waved at her and she returned the greeting. 

The two of them settled at one of the tables in front of the colonial house and Luke immediately dropped his head to the table in defeat. He could hear Connie laugh slightly and then she was lightly touching his arm. He peeked up at her. “What’s up?” she signed. 

“Nothing,” he signed back and Connie narrowed her eyes. She then raised her right hand with her pointer finger and passed it across her chin. The sign for “lie”. Luke scoffed and sat up fully. 

“How’s Kelly?” Luke asked, trying to change the subject. Connie pursed her lips but answered him anyways. The two of them talked for a while and Luke finally began to relax. Connie was telling him everything that she had learned about the community and how nice the people were as they waited for her to write things down. 

Connie explained that Kelly was still a bit wary of the new place as were Yumiko and Magna, but Luke knew those three were like that with every new place they went. It was understandable and he knew that their instincts had saved them multiple times in the past. He did, however, wish Magna would give more people the benefit of the doubt. Luke only hoped that their relationship with Alexandria wouldn’t be affected due to Michonne and Magna’s clear dismissal of each other.

Since the start of everything, Luke had learned quickly how to judge new people he had met on the road. After meeting both docile and hostile individuals throughout the Apocalypse, it was almost as if he developed another sense for the intentions of others. It was clear to him that the people of Alexandria and Hilltop were good and for once, he didn’t feel on edge all the time. 

As Connie told him about a moment from earlier in the day, Luke became distracted as you strolled through the gates, wiping your hands on your jeans. Connie’s hands paused and followed Luke’s gaze as he followed you through Hilltop. You headed for the water tank, eager to cool down after working in the field all morning. Suddenly, Connie kicked Luke under the table. 

“Dude!” Luke exclaimed out loud. Connie pointed at you and then hooked her finger in a question. Luke rolled his eyes. “You and Alden are annoying,” he signed and Connie just grinned at him. Glancing over at you again, Connie winked at Luke and got up from the table. Luke tried to grab her arm, but Connie danced out of the way, still smiling. 

Luke ducked down and watched as she strolled over to you. Connie gently tapped you on the shoulder and you turned to her with a smile. Connie raised her notebook and introduced herself. Luke watched as you shook her hand and then wrote your name on the pad of paper as Connie offered it to you. 

He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you patiently wait for Connie to write and then how you made sure to keep eye contact while you spoke to her. It was such a small thing, but Luke felt warmth in his chest as he watched you and one of his best friends interact. Eventually, Connie asked if you needed any help and you gratefully accepted, handing her an empty crate for harvesting and gestured back out to the fields. As you and Connie passed Luke, Connie turned to look at her friend and sent him a wink. Luke’s forehead found the tabletop once again as embarrassment swelled in his chest. That woman never missed a thing. 

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Later that night, Luke couldn’t sleep. 

His mind would not shut down and while he felt safe and comforted by the walls of Barrington House, he needed some fresh air to clear his head. He walked the perimeter of the community, lightly dragging his hands along the steel walls. The night air was warm and a slight breeze ruffled the nearby trees, drowning out any Walkers that loomed in the distance. 

As he walked towards the rear of Barrington House, he heard someone as they softly sang to themselves. Peering around the corner, he froze as he saw it was you. Luke watches as you carried crates of food towards the main storage area all while you sang in a low voice. Not wanting to disturb you, Luke waited in the shadows, listening to the melodies that escaped your lips. 

You worked with a rhythm as you sang, keeping as quiet as possible to not disturb the residents of Hilltop. It took him a moment, but soon Luke recognized the song as Fleetwood Mac’s “Songbird”. It was one of his favourites from the rock band. Your voice was like honey on a warm day. There was no effort behind every note you sang and you even added subtle nuances in the bridge and chorus. It was near mesmerizing to him as he listened. 

All-day, Luke had been trying to come up with an excuse to talk to you, and here you were locked in your own world as you swayed along to the music you created. When the song finished and the final note disappeared into the night, Luke finally got his courage back. 

“That’s nice,” he said, causing you to jump. The crate of lettuce fell to the ground and you tripped, falling along with it. Luke rushed forward, already grimacing. “I’m so sorry,” he said, reaching for you. You took his offered hands and let him pull you to your feet. 

“It’s fine,” you said, “I just didn’t expect anyone to be out here this late. You know, besides the guards.” Luke realized he was still holding your hands and quickly let go. 

“Still, I shouldn’t have scared you,” he said sheepishly. You smiled at him kindly and Luke felt his heart skip at the beauty of it. “I’m Luke,” he introduced.

“(Y/N),” you said. “You’re Connie’s friend, right?” Luke nodded. 

“Yeah we go way back,” he said awkwardly. 

“Way back, huh?” you asked, trying not to laugh. “As in before the Walkers showed up?”

“Okay, maybe not that far,” he said with a soft laugh. 

“It’s weird to think about time sometimes, don’t you think?” you asked as you bent down to start picking up the lettuce. Luke bent down and started to help.

“Here let me,” he said, grabbing more crates. “Least I can do for sneaking up on you.” You nodded and accepted his help, grabbing the food and the two of you began to finish your task together. As you carried food and supplies to storage, Luke would steal small glanced at you in the low light. If you noticed, you didn’t let him know. Although he thought at one point he saw you smile when you caught him looking at you.

As you worked, you talked about little things. He asked you about Oceanside and you asked him about living on the road. It was a normal conversation for the time. People were always wondering what others did before settling down somewhere. Your conversation with Luke was no different. Slowly, you began to open up a bit more. You weren’t sure why Luke was bringing so much out of you, but it felt nice to talk to someone other than Tara for once.

“What did you do before the Turn?” you asked him as you loaded the final crate of vegetables and locked up behind you. 

“I was a music teacher,” Luke told you as the two of you began walking towards the front of Barrington. “What about you?” he asked. 

“I worked on my family’s farm,” you said, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jeans. “Then when I wasn’t taking care of the animals or tending to the crops, I used to sing at the local cafe. It wasn’t much, but they paid me enough to make a rainy day fund.” You leaned over and bumped his shoulder playfully, “Hey, maybe we can duet some time.” Luke smiled, looking down at his boots. 

“I’d like that,” he said with a grin. You mirrored his look as you found a spot in front of one of the smaller campfires. Luke joined you, warming his hands by the flames. Your presence alone was incredibly comforting and Luke realized Alden had been right about you. Once he got you talking, you began telling him anything that was on your mind. 

“You know what I miss?” you asked, fiddling with a piece of grass between your fingers. “Carnivals,” you said. 

“Carnivals?” Luke repeated. 

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” you asked with a laugh. Luke raised his hands in surrender. 

“Nothing! It’s just not what I expected you to say,” he admitted. 

“There was just something so weird and fun about them,” you said, looking off into the distance. “Sketchy rides, fried food, and rigged games, they were all a part of my childhood.”

“I can’t say I went to many as a kid,” Luke said, smiling over at you. 

“Well, If I find an abandoned one in this hellhole, I will let you know and I will take you to a carnival. It probably won’t be too interesting without, you know, people, but I think we can make it work.” 

“I’d like that,” Luke said. 

“Okay, what about you?” you asked, turning to him, bringing your knees up to your chest. “What do you miss?” 

“So much,” he said with a longing look. “I miss restaurants, cars, concerts, movie theaters, and especially just being able to walk outside without carrying a weapon.” Luke realized he was going on a bit of a tangent and quickly stopped talking, but you didn’t seem bothered by it all. It was rare when you got to talk to people like this, especially new people. 

“I get that,” you said, quietly. “There was this one time,” you began, “I was doing a theme night at the cafe where I sang at and it was 80’s night. I was doing all the old ballads and there was this one audience member who kept giving me a standing ovation after every song, no matter what. I thought he was some creepy guy who just wanted to get noticed, you know?”

“Absolutely,” Luke agreed.

“So, I finish my set and then head to get something to drink when the guy comes up to me. He starts talking to me like we know each other and it isn’t until about ten minutes into the conversation, that I realize I did know him after all. He and I had grown up together and I hadn’t even recognized him. We weren’t even in the same state from when we were kids and suddenly this guy I knew as a kid just happened to show up at my gig.”

“Small world,” Luke said. 

“That’s exactly my point,” you explained, “I used to think our world was so much bigger than this, but I guess it’s a lot smaller than I always thought. Like, what are the odds that I would meet you? A music teacher turned Walker-fighter?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve found a bright side to the Apocalypse?” Luke asked, amused. 

“Would that be so bad?” you asked with a grin. “This is our life now, I don’t see why we can’t find those silver linings.” Luke thought about your words then and he realized you were right. Being on the run for so long, he had forgotten to just take a second and enjoy the little things that peeked through the darkness of the new world. He never thought he would find a home like Hilltop or even have friends like Alden. And yet, here he was, sitting in front of a campfire with a beautiful girl talking about carnivals and music and it made him smile. 

“I guess it wouldn’t be bad at all,” Luke said, and then feeling bold, he reached out and gently brushed a leaf that had stuck to your shirt. Your eyes followed his movement and when he finally looked back at you, your eyes met. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful smile?” you asked. Luke hadn’t even noticed he was still smiling. 

“You would be the first,” he admitted. 

“I don’t believe that,” you whispered. Suddenly, a yawn took over you and Luke noticed immediately. “Guess my fatigue is going to win in the end after all.” You stood from your seat and Luke followed. 

“I should be getting to bed too,” Luke said, but it looked as if neither of you wanted to leave. 

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer for a duet soon,” you said. 

“Anytime,” Luke said, completely enamored by the way the fire lit up your features. 

“Goodnight, Luke,” you said softly. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” You stepped towards him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek quickly before turning and walking up to Barrington to get some sleep. Luke watched after you, his hand coming up to touch his cheek where you had kissed him. Slowly, he began to come out of the trance you had placed him in and then he noticed Connie as she walked back through the gates. Connie jogged up to his side and noticed his face. 

“What?” she signed. Luke smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. 

“I just really like it here,” he signed with his right hand. Connie grinned at him and leaned into him as they walked into Barrington to where the rest of their family were sleeping.

Luke may not have figured out his exact place or purpose in Hilltop, but one thing was for sure, he wanted it to be near you. 

TAGS: @thanossexual

[justjessame]

Put Me In Coach 4

The rest of my senior year was pretty fucking pleasant. Negan and I spent as much time together as we could manage, he’d told his wife that he wanted freedom and moved into a nicer than I’d expected short term apartment. It was far enough from school and my house for visits to be easy. Or at least unnoticeable by anyone we didn’t want to notice.

Mom suspected I might have ‘a special guy’ in my life, but I nearly spit my water out during dinner when she made the assumption it was Joe. Fuck, I was choking.

“No,” I gasped, taking my napkin in hand to try to wipe my face and chest dry of the dribbles. I cleared my throat, drying to get my air and voice back. “Joe and I didn’t work out.” Under fucking statement of the decade. “There’s someone, but we’re in the early stages.” I had to force myself not to give a weird giggle that was threatening to erupt. Early stages? He’d left his wife. We fucked like bunnies every single chance we got. And right now? He was making noises about transferring to a school near the college I was heading off to.

“Do we get to meet this mystery boy?” My dad asked, suddenly more interested in me than in his slice of roast.

I nearly shivered at the absolute horror of Negan facing off against my suit and tie wearing father. Shit. “Like I said, Dad, it’s still early.” I took another sip of water, hoping I’d get to swallow it this time.

Dinner went on at a more normal tone after that. Dad went back to studying the meat, Mom went back to tsk-ing at the centerpiece, and I was left to focus on how I was going to tell them. How should I, their only child and pride of their lives, explain to them that I’ve fallen in love with a married man who happened to be my gym teacher? Fuck a duck sideways with a rusty pitchfork. Once I’d eaten my fill, I left the table and rushed upstairs. Shit, just fucking shit.

My phone dinged and I smiled through the terrifying reality of my future.

Coming over tonight, princess?

My grin grew as my fingers flashed across the keyboard.

Oh I better be cumming. Over and over. Tonight.

I hit send and tossed the phone down as I pulled open my closet doors. I heard the ding of his reply and then the phone rang. I pulled out a dress and tossed it on the bed. Picking up the phone, I was surprised to hear Eric’s voice instead of Negan’s.

“Don’t sound so fucking happy to hear my voice, you rancid whore.” I could hear his eyes roll from across the street. “I know you’re probably three steps away from riding Coach Negan into a really really hot fucking lather, but I NEED you.”

“Stop being so melodramatic, you fucking Queen.” I mocked. “What’s the issue?”

He was freaking out alright. He had a date, a really important date, to him anyway. And he was having a full on panic attack over his outfit. Honestly, this boy was worse than Mary. After promising, repeatedly, to come over as soon as I was ready for my own ‘date’, I hung up and checked the text that came in first.

Making dinner, pasta ok?

Fuck, I’d just eaten with the fucking parents. Shit. Maybe I could SQUEEZE a small serving in.

Sure.

I prayed that I could choke down more food. Negan was trying so fucking hard to go full on real relationship with me, that having him cook dinner was a huge deal. I just hadn’t had the fucking forethought to NOT eat. I pulled on the dress I’d chosen, slipped a pair of flats on my feet and brushed out my hair so the curls fell just right down my back. A tiny headband to keep my far too long fucking bangs out of my face, and I was ready to head out. Another ding sounded and I swore.

Bitch, the fuck you at?

Damn it, Eric. I typed in my assurances that I was on my fucking way NOW, and then a quick shout of parting to Mom and Dad and I was out the door. It took seconds to cross the street and walk into Eric’s house. Knocking was unnecessary with Eric’s family. Unlike my parents, his were shockingly progressive and open. I shouted out a greeting to his mom and looked up to see him glaring down at me from the top of the staircase. Jesus calm down.

“Get your fucking ass up here, you goddamn witch.” Damn it, son. I rushed up as his mom’s laughter followed me. She was as used to his weirdness as I was, more so I guess since she’d pooped him out.

Entering his room, I sucked in a breath. It looked like an Old Navy had exploded inside. I’d never seen so many clothes just EVERYWHERE. Fuck. “What the shit?” I looked around and finally my eyes landed on him standing near the completely empty closet.

“Help.” He squeaked. And I fought laughing.

A half an hour later, Eric was dressed, his hair was coiffed, and he looked hot. Well, hot for a totally flaming gay dude who was thirsty for dick. Hugging him and giving him a pep talk, I rushed back out the front door with another shouted parting to his mom and was in my car on the way to Negan’s.

My phone rang as I was pulling into his parking lot. “Hello?” I answered as I parked.

“Princess? Are you alright?” Shit, I hadn’t let him know about Eric.

I gave a quiet chuckle. “I’m here, Negan. Eric had an-” I rolled my eyes at the use of the word. “Emergency.”

“Is he OK?” The concern in my voice made me want to slap Eric shitless. I was out of the car and walking up the sidewalk as I shook my head.

“He’s fine,” I answered, smiling as I heard him exhale in relief. “Not that he has the perfect outfit.”

“WHAT?” I held back a laugh and his door opened in front of me. He was looking at me like I was insane as I tucked my phone in my bag. “An outfit is an emergency?” I came closer and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Have you met Eric?” I felt him nod above me. “Yes, an outfit is an emergency.” I tilted my head back to look up at him as he pulled me inside and shut the door. “Kiss me.” It wasn’t really a demand, but more like an urgent request. He raised an eyebrow. “Please.” Smiling, he lowered his face to mine and gave me what I wanted.

I could smell the tomatoes he’d used in the sauce. I could smell the yeast of the bread he was heating. And yet, the ONLY thing I wanted to taste was him. Which is why I groaned when he pulled away. Fuck.

“Come on, sweetheart, dinner first, then-” he left it hanging. I bit my lip and let him link the fingers of our hand and pull me along to the kitchen. He’d set the table with a candle and dimmed the lights. Ugh, who knew that Coach Negan could be romantic? I mentally raised my hand. Me.

He held my chair and after I sat took his own. “How was your day?” I asked, as he dished his own serving out. Handing me the bowls, I took slightly more than I wanted or thought I could stomach shoveling in. I grabbed the smallest slice of warm bread I could, and waited for him to take his first bite.

“Not bad,” he answered, after he swallowed. He was watching me and glanced at my plate. “Not hungry?” Fuck.

“For food?” I countered, hoping that sounding as starving for him as I always seemed to be would do the trick.

He smirked and took another bite. “Eat, princess, you’re gonna need your strength.” Fuck, that twist in my stomach of want and lust came hard and fast.

I twirled my pasta around my fork and took a bite. Shit. I moaned at the flavor. Jesus God, who fucking would have guessed that he could fucking cook? I looked up at him and saw, even through the dim light and candle flame flickering, how dark his eyes looked. Damn. Swallowing carefully, I licked my lip and saw his eyes flick to the movement. “Something wrong?”

“Not sure I’ve ever heard that noise come out of your mouth, Amara.” How fucking low could his voice get? “Makes me want to find out what else makes you make that noise.” Shit, I had to squeeze my thighs together at that promise.

“You up for that challenge, Coach?” I asked, playing with my fork.

“You trying to dare me, princess?” He volleyed back.

And then dinner was forgotten, even if that fucking sauce alone made me want to rethink my position for a moment, but then my position was on top of the counter of the small bar and he was cradled between my knees and I forgot the fucking problem all together. He was inside of me and his mouth was latched onto my neck as I made some noises that no human being had possibly ever made in the history of humankind.

“Fuck, Amara,” he breathed into my skin and I growled at the feeling. “That’s right, sweetheart, clamp right the fuck down on me.” I arched forward into his body and he hissed and pulled away from my neck. His eyes on mine, he kept thrusting, watching my face as I bit my lip to keep from screaming. “Let go, princess, we’re all the fuck alone, remember?” And I did. I screamed his name. I begged, I pleaded. I demanded, I ordered. I wanted so fucking much and I got every damn thing I asked for.

Panting and leaning into me, I felt Negan chuckle. “When did you eat with your parents?” I grinned at him, fuck, he knew everything.

“About ten minutes before you told me you were making me dinner.” I answered, holding him to me with my knees tight. “I’m sorry.” I kissed his chin, then his cheek. “I’m sorry I was late.” A kiss to his forehead. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that I’d eaten.” I kissed his nose. “I’m sorry that I don’t have room for more of that fucking amazing sauce you made.” He chuckled again. “I’m sorry that you’re trying so fucking hard and I keep screwing up.” My lips brushed his.

“Amara,” he pulled back so he could look me fully in the face. “You’re not screwing up, honey.” He brushed his nose against mine. “This is new, so fucking new, for both of us. We get a learning curve.” His lips met mine again. “But,” he’d pulled back a bit again. “If you don’t fucking learn to call or text to tell me you’re gonna be fucking late? You won’t be able to sit for a goddamn week.” Shit.

 It took a while. That learning curve he offered, for us to find our stride. Our new normal. I’d give him a heads up when I couldn’t bow out of dinner with Mom and Dad. He’d give me a heads up if he wanted to treat me to dinner, or a movie, which we did without blinking. We dated. Like normal people would. Well, if one of the normal people had a career that could be ruined if the relationship he was enjoying with the other normal person became public.

We found ways to do dates that didn’t threaten either of our futures. Or our combined future? Shit, I was usually so verbose. The point is, we found a retro drive thru in a nearby town that we took full advantage of, sometimes we even paid attention to the movie playing. We had dinner in small diners. We found ways to be a couple without having to face any negative parts that us being together could potentially cause. Mostly.

I had texted him to let him know that dinner with the parents was mandatory, for reasons unspecified by the parents. I didn’t let him know that I’d been given a dress code for the dinner. Or that my mom was shooting me weird looks. Why? Because I didn’t fucking understand the underlying current of the fucking requests.

Not until, about twenty minutes before this required to attend dinner was scheduled to start, the doorbell rang. “Amara, sweetie, could you answer the door?” My mom called from the kitchen.

Sure, fuck, why not? I thought, glancing in the entryway mirror at the dress my mom had practically picked out of my closet for me to wear. Actually, she did pick it out. Literally. Opening the door I bit back an actual curse. Joe Malberry and an older couple that must be his parents. What the literal hell?

“Good evening.” I offered, breeding taking over my warring brain. Joe was eyeing me head to toe and I was considering making my mom do more than tsk over the fucking centerpiece. I stood back and let the three of them in. They weren’t wearing coats, so I didn’t have to offer to collect them like a fucking coat check girl.

“Ah, hello,” my mom breathed as she glided into the entryway. “Welcome to our home.” She wasn’t looking at me, so I doubt she noticed my look of fucking irritation at this bullshit. “I’m so happy you accepted my invitation on such short notice.” What the fuck?

She was ushering them into the family room where I could hear my dad greeting them. I was glaring so hard at my mother’s back that she should have felt scorch marks. Damn her. I pulled my cell from a pocket in my dress and shot a text to Eric.

Mom invited JOE FUCKING MALBERRY and his FUCKING PARENTS for DINNER. I am going to fucking commit parricide.

I felt the vibration of his reply almost immediately as I slowly walked to the family room.

JESUS...Negan’s gonna fucking tan your ass so hard that it’ll be picked up on infrared scanners for miles.

Fuck. I rolled my eyes. Choices. Text Negan for the heads up, like a good girl and good partner? Or pretend that I wasn’t in the fucking Twilight Zone of all dinners? I tapped out the text.

I didn’t know. I FUCKING swear I didn’t know. But Mom invited Joe and his parents for dinner tonight. Fuck. I’d rather be with you. Or on the moon right now.

I heard and felt nothing come from my cell. Nothing. No vibrations. No ding. No ring. Nothing. But as we were sitting down in the dining room, the doorbell chimed. Fuck. I closed my eyes, and waited.

“Amara, darling,” I opened my eyes to see my mom asking with her eyes for me to answer the damn door. Thank god.

“Yes, of course.” I stood up and noticed that Joe hadn’t rushed to hold my chair. Unlike Negan, by the way. “Excuse me.”

I nearly ran to the door, hoping beyond hope that Eric had come to my rescue. But standing on the other side of the door wasn’t Eric. It wasn’t Mary. Instead, Negan was standing there looking like a fucking thundercloud. Shit.

“Amara,” he gritted through his teeth. I must have looked scared because he pulled me to him and held me to his chest. “You OK?” I nodded, and breathed in his scent.

“Yeah, just REALLY didn’t fucking expect to attend the dinner party from hell tonight.” I was murmuring into his chest. “Thank you for coming to check on me.”

“That’s not why I’m here, sweetheart.” What? Shit. “I’m here to meet your parents.” Damn it.

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Therapy Sessions Ch. 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: NeganxOc. Setting: The Sanctuary. Warnings: None other than Negan being OOC. Summary: Negan begins attempting to get to know the OC (Kelly.).

The next day she woke up to an empty bed and a note left on the dining table. As she picked it up she read aloud, “You are to stay here until I return. Make yourself at home but touch my stash of food and you will be sorry.” She scoffed and tossed the note back on the table.

“Right, so what am I supposed to do here all day?” As she looked around the room she spotted a few books, a small stereo and some CD’s on a shelf sitting to the right of the door, but none of them peaked her interest. Finally she popped a cd into the stereo and started working out.

She had just finished doing cool down stretches when Negan walked in. Lucille propped up on his shoulder. “Good morning.” Negan told her seeing that she wasn’t still in bed like he expected she’d be given the events of the previous night and how late they went to sleep. If he had the chance to sleep in he’d definitely take it, but he had a community to run.

“Mornin’.” She answered as she sat down on the foot of the bed, leaving the dining chairs at the table for Negan. He walked into the room and leaned the sparkling clean Lucille against the bookshelf by the door then sat down in the dining chair crossing his legs at the knees.

“So what’s in store for me today?” she asked bringing her socked feet up onto the bed to sit cross-legged.

“You and I have the rest of the day together and I intend on spending every second of it picking at your dead little soul.” He replied as he sat down in the armchair.

“Why?” she asked, emotionlessly, as usual.

“Because what’s dead doesn’t stay dead these days.” He replied with a cocky smile.

“You think you can bring me back to life?” she asked, her voice turning hard as she crossed her arms over her chest. She wanted to tell him that the walls she had built up, walls constructed from the fallen bodies of her loved ones, were impossible to tear down. However she kept her mouth shut, because telling him that would be letting him in and that wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m going to try.” He answered finding it ironic that while he was going to attempt to fix her, Daryl was being held in a tiny room in which Negan intended on breaking the man.

“Good luck with that.” She shrugged and dropped her arms from across her chest.

“Tell me about who you were before the world got flushed down the shitter.” He told her as he uncrossed his legs and leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees.

“And if I don’t want to?” she asked flatly.

“Then I’ll ask you to tell me what you did for a living.” He countered.

“And if I say that I don’t want to answer that question either?” she asked already getting tired of him and his pointless questions.

“Then I’ll tell you that I am being very generous keeping you in here with me. I could easily put you in the room next to Daryl’s where you can listen to him screaming and crying as fucking Easy Street play’s on loop and you will be fed the same shitty as fuck dog food sandwiches as him.” He told her as his face turned cold and his eyes glaring.

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest again. “Fine, before the dead came back to eat the living, I was a wife and mother. I was chasing two kids around a three bedroom house, changing diapers and getting baby food thrown in my face. My husband worked two jobs to make ends meet. Things were hard, but I wouldn’t and couldn’t have asked for a better family.”

“Do you have children back at Alexandria?” he asked and she simply shook her head no. “What happened to them?”

“Near the beginning my youngest was taken from me by a virus that spread through our community like wildfire. We didn’t have the resources to handle it. The poor baby didn’t stand a chance. He’d always had a weak immune system. He was three.” She answered not looking at Negan, but at her hands in her lap as she picked at her cuticles. “My oldest, was taken from me by some ass holes that called themselves the wolves. I was helping stock the pantry and my husband was out on a supply run when they attacked. She was home alone. The wolves slit her throat.” She glanced up at Negan then back down to her hands. “She was nine.”

“So is that when you started shutting down?” he asked quietly.

“No, I felt every single bit of that shit.” She answered honestly.

“You mentioned a husband. He dead now?” Negan pressed.

“After we lost our son things between us became…strained. We only stayed together because of our daughter. So when we lost her-” she cut herself off not wanting to elaborate too much. “Let’s just say things got really, really ugly. He eventually left the community. I don’t know where he went and I don’t care to.” The whole time she answered his questions her voice stayed the same, flat, uncaring tone as usual.

“Damn… that all sucks.” he sighed and rubbed at his chin.

“The world sucks now.” She shrugged one shoulder.

“You’re not wrong about that.” He replied as he leaned back in the chair again and brought his booted foot up to rest on his knee.“Let’s lighten things up a bit.” He said and Kelly stopped picking at her cuticles. “Coffee or tea?”

“French Vanilla chai tea.” She answered quickly.

“I’m a black coffee guy myself. What TV shows were you into before?” he told her information about himself even though she didn’t ask.

“The Big Bang Theory, South Park and as embarrassing as it is to admit, The Bold and The Beautiful.” She answered.

“The Bold and The Beautiful was that shitty soap opera right?” he asked and she nodded. “I wasn’t much into tv myself. Did you have a celebrity crush?” He picked up a baseball that was on the floor next to the dining chair and started tossing it in the air and catching it.

“It was always a tie between Channing Tatum and Jensen Ackels.” She answered and for the first time Negan heard what he thought was a smile in her voice.

“Seriously, Jensen Ackles?” he asked as he stopped tossing the ball and cocked a brow at her.

“Hey, dude was hot as hell.” She argued with a small smile that was no where near reaching her eyes, but it was a start. “Just saying.”

“You know Lucille used to tell me that Jensen reminded her of me what I was younger.” He commented quirking Kelly’s interest for the first time.

“You’re bat talks to you?” she asked and he knew she meant it sarcastically but the tone wasn’t there.

“Lucille was my wife. My real wife… before all of this.” He explained and Kelly just made an “Ah” face. “Dog or Cat?” he asked going back to this or that questions.

“Dog, you?” she asked figuring that if he was going to get to know her and keep her in his room for the foreseeable future, she should start getting to know him too.

“Dog. Cats are too fuckin’ moody.” He replied. “Toast or eggs?”

“Eggs.” She answered then motioned for him to answer. He smirked a little, thinking it a good thing that she wanted him to answer his questions too.

“Toast.” Negan answered than asked, “Cardio or Weights?”

“Cardio. Stamina matters these days.” She answered.

“Weights.” He smirked again.

“Cake or pie?”

“Neither. I don’t do sweets.” She answered.

“What’s the matter with you? Sweets are what make life worth living.” He asked dramatically with a shake of his head.

“I’ve never had a sweet tooth. Even as I kid I didn’t eat a lot of candy.” She said with a shrug.

“So what did you do on your birthday, stick candles in a pot roast?” he asked and she cracked the smallest of smiles.

“I had a cake, I just didn’t eat it.” she answered as she dropped her feet to hang off of the side of the bed, not quite touching the floor. “What about you, cake or pie?”

“Classic apple pie with the sugared lattice on top.” He answered. “So you don’t eat sweets at all, none, ever?” he asked stuck on the sweets thing.

She sighed and tilted her head back, people always had this reaction when she told them that she never ate chewy or hard candies or cake or cookies. “I will eat mint chocolate chip ice cream every other blue moon, but that’s it.”

“Mint chocolate chip? Out of all the awesome ice cream flavors you chose the most disgusting one.”

Kelly just rolled her eyes at him. “Okay so out of all the awesome ice cream flavors what’s your favorite Mr. Judgmental?” she asked sarcastically.

“Butter pecan all the way baby.” He answered with a shit eating grin that showed off his dimples and perfect teeth.

“Now that’s disgusting.” She said with a point at him. “Bath or shower?” she flipped things around and asked him a question. He didn’t seem to notice, too caught up in the conversation.

“Shower.” He answered.

“Same, I never understood how someone could soak in a soup of their own filth.” She added and he smiled at her, thinking the same thing. “Hamburger or taco?”

“Hamburger.” He answered without missing a beat.

“Yeah you look like a hamburger guy.” She said giving him an appraising gaze.

“Let me guess, tacos?” he asked and she nodded. “Most important quality in a partner, Intelligence or sense of humor?”

“Why can’t I have both?” she asked and he shook his head at her. “Fine, sense of humor.”

“Intelligence.” He answered “Cups in the cupboard right side up or up side down?”

“Up side down. It’s more stable and causes fewer chips.” She answered. “Toilet paper on the dispenser facing up or down?”

“Down, what kind of psycho puts it on facing up?” he asked with a smile.

“My ex-husband. It drove me absolutely batty. That and leaving his socks right next to the laundry basket instead of in it.” She said getting more rapped up in the conversation than she had meant to.

“Well, as you can see I’m a pretty tidy guy so we should get along just fine.” His statement brought her back down to earth, remembering that she was once again going to be sharing a bed with this man. A man she hardly knew anything about. Noticing her sudden silence and her eyes that stared down at the floor he stood up from the chair and moved to sit next to her, a few inches of space between them. “What are you thinkin’ about, Dead Girl?” he asked as he bumped his shoulder against hers as if they had been friends for years.

“I…am… thinking about how I don’t think you’re going to be able to…fix, me. I know I’m fucked up. I watched you turn two men’s head into tomato soup and yet I still have no problem sharing a bed with you. A normal person, someone in their right mind, wouldn’t have willingly climbed into your truck, slept in your bed, or be sitting here with you like you couldn’t be the literal death of me.” She finally looked across her shoulder at his bright hazels looking at her as he listening closely. “If you can’t fix me will you at least make my death quick and painless?”

“I’m not going to kill you, darlin’. I refuse to except that you are un-repairable.” He replied.

She sighed and fell backwards onto the bed. “I hate this, you making me remember my past, trying to get into my head…”

“Well,” he started as he turned around and threw one of his legs over hers, straddling her, “there could be perks for both of us.”

She bit her lip as she placed her hands on his chest then slid them up to rest on each side of his neck, making him smirk cockily. “You can get into my head, or you can get into my pants. You can’t have both.” She patted him on the shoulder then slid down off of the bed, her nose brushing the crotch of his pants as she did. “Sorry Charlie.” She said as she stood up then turned to face him.

“Okay, then I’ll ask you some more questions.” He said as she moved around to sit in the middle of the bed.

“God, you’re borning.” She groaned then sat down in the dining chair to answer more pointless, boring questions.

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The Savior - Chapter 20

Summary: Negan and Simon help get the house situated for the reader to live with Negan. Negan does something that may potentially hurt the readers future.

Characters: Negan, Simon & reader

Warnings: Swearing, minimal graphic talk about sex. 

Notes:  I wrote this very tired my loves. Please excuse me for any errors that might be here!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/41415272

“Lift Simon,” Negan grunted trying to get his friend to grab a better hold of the dresser that he had gotten for Y/N since she had started living with him. Simon let out a groan that was clear he was losing the fight and Negan could feel the dresser slipping. “If you drop this, I swear to God!”

“I’m trying,” Simon hissed, his face turning a bright shade of red as he grabbed a tighter hold of the wood and managed to fix his handling of it. Carrying it into Negan’s bedroom, they set it up in the spot that Negan had made for Y/N and Simon dramatically dropped to the ground when they were done. “So you two are living together, huh?”

“Yeah,” Negan simply nodded, wiping the sweat away from his brow line before moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “She’s been here the last few weeks.”

“And you still want her to stay and make it official?” Simon questioned with a laugh which warranted a glare from Negan. Simon threw his hands up and shrugged from where he was laying on the floor. “I’m just saying after a few days I’m ready to strangle my wife.”

“I quite enjoy having her around here,” Negan answered honestly. Every moment he felt with her felt special and he couldn’t complain with having her around all of the time. He missed her when she was gone and that told him something in itself. “I never knew what it was like not to be lonely.”

“Whipped,” Simon grunted only to feel the smack of a pillow hitting him in the center of the face and he started laughing. “I’m sure you enjoy the part where you can have sex any time you want, whenever you want.”

“We haven’t had sex since before she moved in here,” Negan replied honestly almost in shock realizing it himself. “Sometimes you are just satisfied with being around someone. You don’t need the sex.”

“Wow…where is your man card? I demand to have it,” Simon snapped his fingers from where he was laying on the floor and Negan rolled his eyes. “Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?”

“Oh fuck off,” Negan snorted with a roll of his eyes before standing up. Negan reached for the things that Y/N had in bags in his room. When he offered to give her part of his dresser she denied and insisted that she could live out of the bags she had brought. He wanted to surprise her while she was away at work with the updates. Setting the bags on top of the dresser, he started going through them and sighed. “It’s just nice to be living with someone again. Someone that I love.”

“So how does this work? How are you going to keep others from finding out about this? She needs an address for the school. What about her parents?” Simon slowly sat from the ground and looked to Negan for an answer. Even Simon was suspicious about this whole thing and how they were going to make it all work out.

“She got herself a PO box at the post office. If someone asks…everyone knows that her father is an abusive asshole. I don’t think people will question it. We got her a new cell phone that she is paying me back for while working. She keeps in contact with her mother, but during my prep hour one day we went to her house when she knew her parents wouldn’t be there and grabbed what she needed. It’s not like she is underage or anything,” Negan explained what they had done thus far and how he felt. “We’re going to make this work. Other than you, who comes over here anyway?”

“Other than the past people you would bring home to fuck?” Simon recalled and caught the glare that Negan shot him again. “No one.”

Negan started cleaning some things up while Simon got more comfortable where he was at, “So where does she work?”

“I got in contact with Eli. Remember he asked us a while ago if we knew people that needed work for his restaurant?” Negan reminded Simon and saw a smirk press in over the corner of Simon’s lips. “What?”

“You mean his sports bar?” Simon pointed out and Negan’s thick eyebrows arched. “It’s more of a bar Negan and he kind of has those girls dress….”

“Nah, it wasn’t that…” Negan thought back to how Y/N had been dressing for work and he cleared his throat uneasily. “It’s just an innocent…”

“You are comfortable with your girl working for Eli in the first place? Your innocent, virgin girlfriend that has only been with you and she’s ridiculously young,” Simon dug in the facts making Negan shift on his feet uneasily. “That’s brave of you Negan. Not exactly the first place I would have sent my girlfriend. I’m surprised you’ve never been to the place. It’s exactly the kind of place you would have hung out at in the past. I know it’s new, but…”

“It can’t be that bad. I mean she’s making decent money,” Negan recalled to the payments she insisted on giving him for the cellphone he had bought her. When Negan thought about it, he cussed to himself and shook his head. “She’s mature enough to handle whatever is going on. I’m not going to be a jealous shit…”

“Okay then,” Simon looked up at Negan seeing his friend begin to pace the more that Simon spoke of the place. When Negan had suggested Y/N get a job with his friend and Eli had called right after she had moved in with him, Negan had seen it as a good sign. Now that Simon was making him nervous, he wasn’t so sure.

There was a silence that pressed in over them as Negan continued to fill the dresser with Y/N’s things. Simon had gotten up by this point and had moved over toward Negan’s dresser to look at the necklace that Negan had fixed for her. He was planning on surprising her with it soon, but didn’t know how to at this point.

“This hers?” Simon looked over the diamond that was in it and let out a long whistle. “Where did she get something like this?”

“I bought it for her,” Negan answered without even thinking about it and Simon laughed. “What?”

“Where the hell are you getting the money for this Negan? Are you going to be able to afford the bills this month?” Simon lectured Negan and Negan’s brow rose realizing that Simon was making that deduction from the expensive necklace that was in his fingers. “Negan, this is…”

“Don’t fucking lecture me,” Negan ordered and Simon tensed, his jaw clenching when he looked over the necklace once more time before handing it to Negan. Negan shot Simon another glare before putting the necklace away. “I can do for her what I want and my bills will manage for a month.”

Negan knew that keeping his second life from his best friend was wrong, but he wasn’t about to let Simon go and tell everyone when he was drunk one night. No one was going to ever find out about his money that he had on the side and he was going to make sure of that.

“She showed me her face the other day,” Simon recalled and Negan looked over his shoulder at his friend feeling his chest ache at the thought. “I can’t believe her father actually did that to her. I can’t believe you didn’t get me to go kill her father with you. Weeks later and it still looks bad. If she wasn’t good with the makeup…”

“I know. I wanted nothing more than to kill that son of a bitch, but she begged me not to,” Negan informed Simon with a heavy sigh. He never felt so hopeless in his life than he did the day that Y/N begged him not to go and hurt her father. “I just need to keep her safe and that’s my goal from here on out.”

“What even led up to all of this?” Simon tried to figure out the details, but Negan shook his head and shrugged. “Why’d her father do this?”

“You’ve seen her father; does he ever need a reason?” Negan reminded Simon and Simon nodded with a sigh. “The smallest thing would blow his fuse and he would lose his shit on her. Even if she had a good game, he was ready to break her damn wrist.”

“I recall,” Simon agreed, whistling to himself as he looked around the room and noticed that on Negan’s dresser there was a photo of the two of them together. Simon shifted on his feet when he knew that Negan was paying attention to something else. Simon picked up the framed photo of Negan kissing her on the cheek and Simon cleared his throat uneasily. “So no future staff parties here, huh? I think I’d try to have as little evidence as possible…”

“Sometimes you need to mind your business Simon,” Negan grumbled under his breath, looking back at his best friend who was looking at the photo. “Some shit just doesn’t need to be talked about and I think sometimes you need to fucking learn that.”

“Did I hit a sensitive button there Negan?” Simon shrugged, turning to face Negan. “I’m only saying…you are risking a lot having her living here with you. The old you…”

“There are a lot of things that are different about me now. I know what I’m doing,” Negan insisted with an unsure breath. He moved across the room and sat on the edge of his bed, letting out a long breath. “I wanted her to move in with me for a while so that way I could protect her from her father. She’s safe here. Every day she spent with him, the abuse kept getting worse. I was worried what would happen next. She was the one that kept denying moving in with me until her father’s last fucking beat session on her. I can still see that she is nervous here. She feels like a bother.”

“I think it’s a smart to be nervous. The two of you have to play it safe, I hope you know that. Your career could be over with one wrong move. It’s alright with me knowing about the two of you because I support you. I know your relationship is oddly…healthy,” Simon moved across the room and pulled himself up to sit on the edge of Negan’s dresser. “But if the wrong person sees any of this or knows what the two of you are like…then I don’t know what you are going to do Negan.”

“I’m going to do my best to prevent that shit from happening,” Negan mumbled, reaching up to press back his dark hair and he looked around the room. “You just have no idea what it feels like to be loved by someone again. Shit, my favorite part of the day since she moved in is the morning. When I fucking wake up and I’m holding her in my arms, nothing feels better than that. I’ll push the alarm back just a few minutes because the feeling of her in my arms just…”

“Gay!” Simon hollered from where he was sitting and Negan reached for another one of the pillows to whip it at his friend. “Hey!”

“You’re a dick. Just because your wife is a fucking ball buster doesn’t mean you have to be a fucker about my relationship,” Negan snarled and Simon laughed, holding his hand up to block himself when Negan reached for another pillow to throw it at him. “Plus, what kind of an insult is that? Can’t you do fucking better? You’re like a teenage boy.”

“I’m the teenage boy? You sound like a teenage girl swooning right now,” Simon retorted with a snort and shook his head. “Most men go on and on about sex. You…you’re bragging about cuddling in the morning.”

Negan rolled his eyes when his friend’s laughter filled the room, “Of course we have good sex, but a relationship can’t be just about fucking. It has to be more than that.”

“Oh, right and you are the first person that would understand something like that,” Simon leaned further back and let out a long sigh. “I can see why you feel the way you do though Negan. She was a virgin when you got with her and I can’t imagine sex is the main thing you are going to focus on.”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t say that,” Negan shook his head, a smirk pressing in over his features as he thought about the sex they did have. “Yeah, at first she was nervous, but as soon as she got used to everything…it’s pretty great. The fact she was a virgin means that she learned what was good for me. She came in knowing what I liked, not something she learned from someone else. Plus she still remains incredibly ti…”

Simon leaned forward and Negan could see his friend was now very interested in what he was saying, “Oh, don’t stop now Negan. I used to live off this kind of shit from you.”

“I’m just saying I like the sex. A lot,” Negan knew it was wrong to brag in this way about his relationship, but he was proud of what he had. “It’s so easy to make her cum and I gave her some pretty big orgasms.”

“What? Like squirting?” Simon snickered seeing Negan think for a moment. Negan’s thick eyebrows raised and he nodded slowly. “Oh, bullshit.”

“Hey, you can believe what you want, but it’s been pretty fucking awesome. Plus with what I’ve taught her, she really handles me well and can pretty much deep th…” Negan started to ramble on, getting caught up when he realized this was not something he should be sharing with Simon.

“So you’re telling me that you found a girl that squirts, can deep throat you and you haven’t had sex with her in weeks?” Simon confirmed and laughed when Negan nodded once. “If I had that in a girl, I sure as hell would not be waiting weeks to stick it. I get you want more in a relationship and you are trying to live life the opposite way you did before, but fuck man…why waste it? I know your dick; he must be fucking dying in there…”

“He’s fine,” Negan looked down toward the center of his pants and bit into his bottom lip. Negan lifted his gaze to see Simon laughing. “Trust me. He’s perfectly fine.”

“If you say so…” Simon got up from the dresser and moved across the room to pat Negan on the shoulder. “What are you going to do when she goes to college? If I remember correctly she had some high, high hopes for certain colleges when it came to softball.”

“We haven’t really talked about that shit,” Negan answered truthfully and he reached back to rub at the back of his neck. “She’s gotten a few interested in her, but not the ones that she really honestly wanted. I think…I think I kind of fucked that up for her.”

“How’d you do that?” Simon watched Negan started to put more of her things in the dresser they had just set up.

“She had been set up to see this really good trainer for softball. The guy has a lot of connections to scouts and schools,” Negan explained with an uneasy breath and he gulped down heavily. “I kind of gave her detention that day and she missed the training because of me. The guy got angry and said she wasn’t serious about it.”

“Yikes. Good job dickhead,” Simon inhaled sharply and Negan looked over his shoulder to glare back at Simon. “I mean, yeah, that’s hard, but she had some contact her junior year if I remember correctly. She’s a good student, she has good grades…”

“I think she was counting on getting that ride for school from softball,” Negan frowned, thinking back to when he let all of that happen. She did have a lot of colleges interested in her not long ago, but he did recall her saying something about worrying about not hearing from those that had originally contacted her.

“Oh, so you fucked up big then,” Simon nodded and let out a heavy breath. “I think I need a drink after that. How about we go get a drink from Eli’s place?”

“And have her think I’m spying on her and shit? No fucking thanks,” Negan shook his head and continued to put her things into the dresser.

“Oh come on, you aren’t the least bit interested in seeing how things go?” Simon urged Negan and he watched Negan slowly stop putting things away. Negan sighed heavily before nodding. “Yes! Let’s go do some spying and shit.”

-

“Would you stop acting like we are on some kind of secret mission here?” Simon grunted from across the table he was with Negan at. Negan had a baseball cap on and he had his head angled down at the table. “No offense, but the girl is fucking you and living with you. Plus, your voice is distinctive as fuck. You can’t really hide your big ass.”

“I just don’t want to draw her attention and think we are spying on her,” Negan answered, looking over his shoulder to see Y/N at the bar talking to his friend that had hired her.

“Oh right, because you don’t look at all suspicious sitting there with the hat and trying to hide yourself or anything,” Simon pointed out with a roll of his eyes. When one of the waitresses came over, Simon ordered drinks for the both of them while Negan continued to watch the way that people interacted with Y/N. The way that some men clearly flirted with her made his skin crawl and he let out a frustrated sound.

“We shouldn’t have fucking done this,” Negan insisted feeling uncomfortable with the idea of her working here now. Originally he had just thought this was an innocent place for her to make some money, but now he saw the way that she was being treated he was finding himself jealous and angry.

“Would you just relax?” Simon huffed from where he was sitting and he left out a tense breath. “I mean seriously, you get so bitchy sometimes.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Negan saw someone familiar and it actually caught his attention for a moment. Negan let out a tight laugh and saw the glance that Simon gave him.

“Do you remember the guy I was telling you back at home about? The trainer?” Negan blurt out and Simon nodded slowly. “That’s him over there, I think.”

“And?” Simon threw his hands up in the air watching the guy head for the exit.

“I think I should try to talk to him,” Negan stood up from the table and Simon scrambled to reach out for Negan to stop him.

“That’s probably not the best of ideas Negan,” Simon yanked back on Negan’s wrist, but Negan pulled back. “You are very, very emotional about Y/N and it may not be the best to interject with something like that.”

“I can handle my shit Simon, seriously…fuck off,” Negan pulled his wrist away from his friend and followed the trainer outside. Negan saw the guy trying to light up a cigarette and Negan pulled his lighter from his pocket. The man gave Negan a look before accepting the flame from Negan and Negan reached for his own pack of cigarettes that were in his back pocket. “You’re Callaway, right?”

“That’s my last name,” the guy nodded and exhaled a large amount of smoke. “And you are?”

“Oh, I’m Negan,” Negan extended his hand out to introduce himself and the guy looked to Negan’s hand before accepting the shake. “I uh, I’ve actually thought about contacting you. I had a student a while back that was scheduled to do some training with you. The problem is that I made a mistake and accidentally kept her at school too long and she missed the first part of it and you had left. I was wondering if it was possible that maybe I can get you to see that student again. She’s really fantastic at what she does; it was just a big fucking misunderstanding that was completely my fault.”

“I don’t do that kind of shit man, it’s kind of a one and done,” the guy shifted on his feet and looked to Negan with a simple shrug. “If it’s not important enough for them to show up…”

“It was important enough for her to show up, trust me; I never heard the end of that shit. It was my fault and really not hers,” Negan tried to almost plead with the guy, hoping to make some improvement for Y/N’s potential future with what she wanted. “I can pay you for it. Double if you’d like.”

“You know I don’t have many people cancel on me,” Callaway answered, tossing his cigarette onto the ground and he turned toward Negan. “So I think I know who you are talking about. The day it happened I had her crazy ass father calling me and threatening me.”

“Her father is a fucking dick,” Negan answered truthfully and the guy smirked before nodding slowly. “I’m just saying man; she’s really good and dedicated. And she’s a really good fucking student that deserves a second chance.”

“That’s her in there, isn’t it?” Callaway confirmed with a laugh. “I thought I noticed the face from when we met briefly before.”

There was a silence between the two of them as Negan brought his cigarette up to his lips, “The answer is no man. I don’t give second chances and by the looks of things in there…I don’t feel like giving a bar slut a second chance.”

“What did you just say?” Negan pulled the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke. His heart was hammering in his chest and the guy nodded. “Someone is a slut because they work at a bar?”

“At a place like this?” the guy laughed looking back at the bar before shrugging. “You know just as well as I do that men come here to stare at some tits and watching a game. It’s a shame you kept from the training though, it really is.”

“Listen, come on. I’ll pay you triple,” Negan reached out to grab a hold of the guy’s arm, tugging him back. Negan tossed his cigarette and shrugged. “Is it really going to bother you that much? I don’t know why you’re being such a dick.”

“I said no. End of fucking story,” Callaway grunted, pulling away from Negan. “There is only one thing girls like that are for and it isn’t going to school while playing ball. Clearly she was some poor bitch that was counting on this to…”

Negan felt the rage growing inside of him and he threw his fist out to hit the guy in the center of the face watching him drop like a sack of potatoes to the cement. Negan winced and looked to his knuckles and let out a nervous sound. When the guy started to move again, Negan saw him spit out blood and stand slowly.

“And now I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that no one that I deal with helps the bitch,” Callaway snarled, wiping the blood from his lip. “Let your student know that when she doesn’t get any offers or contacts coming her fucking way. I hope she knows what a fucking asshole her coach is because he just ruined her future.”

“Hey…” Negan called out seeing the guy’s hands throw up as he started to walk away. “This is between you and me…”

“Not anymore its not,” Callaway muttered before leaving and walking off down the street. Negan could feel his heart pounding inside of his chest as he watched the trainer leave. Shit. He may have actually done more damage than he actually planned.

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“It was nice seeing the two of you at work today,” Y/N boasted as she followed Negan into the house. After Negan had his altercation with the trainer that had denied Y/N a second chance, he had gone back into the bar. Simon had known something bad had happened and grilled Negan about it, but Negan had refused to say anything. He was too embarrassed and angry with himself for what had happened. There was a knot in the pit of his stomach that was causing his entire body to ache. His chest was numb and he knew that he shouldn’t have gotten that mad toward the trainer. He just couldn’t help himself.  

Eventually Y/N had noticed Simon and Negan at the bar and had come over to talk to them. Negan had waited until she was done with her shift and decided to take her home.

“I’m going to change, but then I can make us some food or something?” she suggested and Negan shook his head. Nodding over toward the couch, he moved across the room to drop down and saw her walking into the bedroom to change. Negan sighed heavily when he pulled his baseball cap from his head and tossed it onto the coffee table. Propping his legs up on the coffee table he felt a disappointment flush throughout his body. The fact that he could have fucked up her future more than he already had made him feel worse.

Hearing the sound of her returning, Negan lifted his eyes and could see the massive smile that was plastered over her features, “Did you seriously bring that dresser in there for me while I was gone?”

Negan nodded and felt her moving onto the couch beside him and he lifted his arm out to let her cuddle in close to him. Negan rested his head against hers while she reached out to hook her fingers with his.

“I can’t believe you did that. You didn’t have to do that, I was okay with the bags,” she informed him with a small laugh and squeezed at his fingers tightly. “I’ll have to pay you back for that.”

“Please don’t even think about that,” Negan grumbled, turning into her enough so he could press a loving kiss over her temple. “I just wanted to give you a space for your things so you feel this is also your place. Living out of bags makes it seem like I could kick you out of here at any point and that’s not fucking happening.”

“I love you,” she hummed, lifting her head up enough to press a quick peck over his lips and he sighed heavily against her lips. His head pressed forward to rest against hers while she caressed over his rough cheek, teasing her fingertips through the short beard over his face. “Is everything okay? You seem…upset.”

“I just…” Negan thought about what happened and cleared his throat. He couldn’t tell her what happened. Not now. She was already stressed enough about everything and he couldn’t add to more stress in her life. “I guess I just got a little tense seeing the way that certain men were all over you.”

“Seriously?” she snickered, reaching up to tease her fingers throughout Negan’s messy hat hair. She brushed her fingers through it and cuddled up in closer to him. Negan nuzzled his nose against the side of her neck and kissed softly at her flesh while she caressed over his scalp. “Nothing to be tense over. There is only one man in my life.”

“I get worried about a lot of things,” Negan informed her, lifting his head up enough to kiss her. Her mouth parted enough for him to push his tongue between her lips and she let out a shocked sound and pulled back. “What?”

“You smoked?” she confirmed, wiping at his bottom lip with her thumb. Negan’s right brow raised and he nodded while she teased her fingertip over his flesh. “You really were stressed, huh?”

“I’m sorry baby. I know I said I’d try to stop, but I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Negan sighed heavily and he could see her eyes looking him over. She was lovingly brushing her fingers through his hair while staring out at him. “That’s just…part of me.”

“You never had to quit anything for me,” she hushed him, sliding her index finger over his lips to silence him. There was clearly something different in Negan’s eyes and she was catching on that he was very clearly upset. “I love you as you are. If you have to smoke, that’s fine. I’m not going to judge you for that. You just really don’t have to stress over the men there. You are the only man for me. You should know that.”

Negan shifted on the couch when she stood up from the couch and he watched her get on the floor before him. Negan felt her hands nudging his legs down and spreading them apart. A loud sigh fell from his throat as she slid her hands up and over his legs and toward his thighs.

“Sweetheart,” Negan grumbled watching her sliding between his legs on the floor and he gulped down uneasily. All he could think about is what that trainer had said to him and he felt awful for causing more trouble. Part of him thought that maybe he should have told her. That maybe he should have said something.

“You don’t have to be jealous,” she hushed, reaching up to palm in over the center of Negan’s pants making him take in a sharp breath. “There is only one man that I want to pamper. One man’s big…thick cock that I want to put in my mouth.”

“Jesus,” Negan hissed, a moan falling from his lips when he watched her start to pull the belt out of the loops. Negan slid further back on the couch and knew that she was trying to make him feel better. If she knew what he had actually done, he knew that this wouldn’t likely be the position they would be in. “Y/N…”

Negan reached out to tangle his fingertips into her hair while her lips traced over his hardening length through his pants. A chill ran up his spine while her fingers tugged at the material of his zipper and he cussed to himself.

“Please, stop…” Negan whined knowing that his body would be damning him for this decision, but he reached out for her hands to stop her from going any further. Her confused eyes stared up at him while his fingertips traced over the side of her face and traced over her jawline. “I would really just rather you crawling up here into my arms and letting me hold you.”

“I can do that,” she nodded, slowly crawling up from the floor and she carefully crawled in over Negan’s lap to get settled in over him. His arms wrapped around her when her arms hooked around his shoulders. “I love you. You know that?”

“I love you too,” Negan assured her with a nod. “I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused in your life.”

“What do you mean? My life is better because of you,” she pointed out and Negan shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve caused drama and shit. You can’t always convince me that I’m a perfect saint. We both know I’m a bit of a fucking asshole,” Negan reminded her, his arms squeezing tighter around her and she snickered.

“But you’re my asshole,” she reminded him with a wink and then moved forward to kiss him in a slow, lingering motion. For a few minutes it was nothing, but silence between them while he held onto her. His head rest against the center of her chest while her fingers caressed over his scalp. “That one guy I was supposed to have a training session with today was at my work. A few times I tried going over to talk to him, but decided against it.”

“Really?” Negan uncomfortably responded. “Why’s that?”

“I kind of figured he was a dick for me being a few minutes late, he was going to be a dick if I went up to him again,” she answered and Negan frowned at the thought. She was right about one thing. That guy was certainly a dick. “I was hoping that some of the softball teams would be contacting me, but…”

“Have you thought about going to a college further out in the country?” Negan stammered, his eyes keeping a close look on her when she pulled away and gave him an odd expression. “I’m just saying. A fresh pair of new people in your life could be the best thing for you.”

“You know I don’t want to be too far away from you,” she tried to rebuttal him and he rolled his eyes. “What?”

“You can’t make decisions about your future based on me. Before we were together you were certain that there were a handful of colleges that you had been considering for softball,” Negan thought back to previous conversations they had before they were even together. “You can’t just up and change it because of a boyfriend.”

“When things in life change, you are eager to work with it,” she simply responded, not really knowing where his outburst was coming from. “I still want to go to college. It’s not like I’m going to just be done and live here doing nothing the rest of my life.”

“I just want you to be happy,” Negan frowned knowing that he had ruined her chances for something that he knew she wanted. “I don’t want you to have to be miserable like I fucking was.”

“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just have to find scholarships and try to count on that,” she thought about the situation at hand and knew that she wasn’t worried about it. “I’ll make it work. This isn’t something that you should be worrying about now.”

“I just want you to have the best possible future,” Negan reached up to cup her face in his rough hands. His thumbs caressed over the sides of her face and he shook his head. “Your happiness is the one thing I want most in this world for you. I hope you know that.

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The Mark of a Soulmate (Negan/BlakeAU) Chapter Five

So I know I have some explaining to do! I’m sooooo sorry I’ve been so MIA my writers block has been no joke and it has set me back confidence wise in everything I write. I genuinely hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint because it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything and also because I don’t want a story to suffer because of my skills as a writer.

I am proud of these stories so far and I’m terrified of ruining them with bad writing. So I hope ya’ll like this as I’m really nervous about posting it.

@neganandblake miss you lovely and I’m sorry I’ve fallen so behind on reading your incredible stories as well as @thamberlina’s I feel awful but I’m back and ready to dive back my own and your stories! Much love to you both!! <3

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Chapter Five

No one had seen hide nor hair of Blake for two days after the runway show. She’d been keeping to herself as of late; completely lost in the idea of finding her soulmate. And after endless; unanswered calls and messages; the latter mostly from Tara. Blake had firmly decided to shut out the outside world. 

Her once neat bedroom, a whirlwind of papers and notes scattered across her bedside tables with her laptop sat in front of her. Her slender fingers quickly tapping away at the keys.

She’d spent days going through pages of guest lists from the shows. Employee profiles from each photo shoot. She’d even checked the names of the security teams.

All in the hopes of finding a man named Negan. And even after all her efforts, she’d still come up with nothing.

She’d expected it to be so easy once her mark had appeared. But it was proving to be something of a cruel reminder on her arm that she was still alone. Maybe destined to stay that way, forever to live with the painful truth that she was given a soulmate she could never have.  Because in all honesty; she was in fact losing all hope of ever finding this man.

Every dead end of blank faces and meaningless names; slowly chipping away at both her optimism and her sanity. 

She needed a break before she really drove herself crazy. 

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Driving herself into town had seemed like a good idea at first before leaving the constricting walls of her ridiculously disorderly bedroom. But now, sitting at a table in the town’s smallest bar and grill she could find; she was greatly regretting ever venturing out when she could’ve so easily spent so much more time researching. 

But still, she supposed the break had been overdue and the dull ache that had been thudding in the back of her head had finally begun to ease. 

Perhaps she had been staring at that laptop screen for longer than she should’ve. To the point she was starting to see dots when she blinked.

No... this was have to do for a while. It wasn’t like Negan was going anywhere and she figured she’d more than earned the beer she was nursing for more than an hour now. 

Quickly taking a glance at her phone, she felt a pang of guilt for not replying to Tara sooner. The brunette texting several times in the passed thirty minutes to make sure she was okay. 

Blake replied as politely as she could both to let her friend know she was okay but didn’t really feel up to talking at the moment. Fortunately being as loving and understanding as Tara was; she swiftly texted back that she’d give Blake all the time she needed but was always a simple call away should she change her mind and Blake was more than grateful for that. Slipping her phone away as she continued with her pitiful wallowing of feeling sorry for herself.

Her beer becoming warm as she took another sip, wincing at the taste as green orbs wandered about the room at the crowds of people. 

The ambiance of clinking glasses, forks on plates; and gentle rock music playing from the jukebox mixed with idle chatter fully surrounding her. 

She figured it couldn’t hurt to stay a little longer, perhaps even grab herself some food while she was there. But first she needed another drink. 

Sauntering over towards the bar; Blake mentally ran through her order as she debated over what she wanted to eat. A perfectly cooked steak and fries, complimented nicely with bar’s finest bottle of ice cold beer. 

The bartender giving her a warm small as she gave and paid for her order, taking the bottle before returning with a smile of her own. Thanking him she turned back towards her table, her breath gasping from her lungs with a muffled ‘Oooff’ as she collided with a broad chest. 

“Sorry doll, didn’t see ya there.” The stranger apologized, turning on heel to check he hadn’t caused the poor girl to spill her drink. 

“It’s fine.” She assured him. “My fault, don’t worry about it.” 

Blake smiled before moving to go back to her seat, not bothering to pay the man anymore attention. Sipping her beer and leaning back in her chair. Had she looked back however; she might have noticed the man watching her walk away, before turning his attention back to the bartender serving him his third glass of whiskey.

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Closer: Chapter 27

A/N: How awesome was it seeing JDM on two different shows this week? Let me know what you think of this chapter...or I’ll probably fade into oblivion again.

“Baby, you’re a goddamn siren!” Negan exclaimed, his booming voice echoing into the night.

After our extended hugging session, I had told him I wanted to show him something. I had driven us out to my favorite lookout spot, the city shining bright below us, the soft glow of the moon providing enough light for us to see each other clearly. We were sitting on the hood of my car, close but not touching, talking about what had just transpired on the stage. Or more like Negan was gushing about how amazing I was, the pride in his mate apparent in his voice.

I laughed freely at his words. “Negan, seriously that was—“

He held a finger up to silence me. “Don’t you fucking dare say that was nothin’. Because that...you up there crooning like that, that was a work of art.”

I hummed, but didn’t say anything. While I knew that I could sing, I never liked to boast about it. I had always felt so inadequate compared to other artists. My eyes drifted away from Negan and down to the city and I began to reminisce about this place and why it was so special to me.

“I would come out here almost every night, you know,” I said aloud. “I would get done with a set or two at The Hideaway and come out here to think. To try and figure out the world and my place in it,” I paused. “And I would come out here to...turn. You want to know what my favorite part of it was?” I asked, turning back to Negan, who was engrossed in my story.

“What was that, baby?” He asked.

“Running. See, ever since I was a kid, there has been something wrong with my lungs. I remember being in first grade and dreading any activity that involved running because I couldn’t breathe. And although I had this desire to run, to push myself and see what I was capable of, the breathing never got easier. Even after I started singing. I thought since I could control my breath, the way it rose and fell as I sang and hit high notes that it would get easier. But it didn’t. So when I turned for the first time, as scared and confused as I was, I started to run through the canyon down there. Running from what I had become, the life I had lived. And imagine my surprise when I realize that for the first time in my life I can not only run, but I can breathe,” I chuckled and smiled at Negan before continuing. “It was the best feeling in the world, my body and lungs working in unison for the first time in my life. There was so much clarity in it, such purity being in that form and being free. So I kept coming out here. I kept running because I wanted to know what it felt like to be able to breathe. I wanted to know what it felt like to be free of the constraints that had kept me immobile my entire life.”

“When did you stop?” Negan asked, his voice low.

I sighed, not wanting to answer, but choosing to be honest with him. Because at this point, I realized that I was all in.

I looked at Negan for a moment and took him in. He had leaned back on the hood, his arm propping him up. His position showed the subtle curves and muscles of his form, his jacket slightly unzipped and his shirt raised, giving the smallest glimpse of his abdomen in a way that made my mouth water. His hair was slightly messed up, his dark hair tousled in the most perfect way. He wasn’t smiling at me now, but his expression was laced with something that I can only describe as concern. Concern for me.

In the soft glow of the moonlight, he was devastatingly handsome. I had never seen anyone so beautiful in both wolf and human form. For a second, the notion that he was my mate and was meant for me drifted through my mind. This man, this body was meant to work in sync with mine, to yield to me, to learn every scar and every curve of my body. To claim, to touch, to fuck, to possess so completely to the point where I wouldn’t know where Negan ended and I began. He was mine.

Which is why it was such a shame that I may lose him this very minute.

I took a breath and locked my eyes with his. This was it. The big moment, the admission that threatened to destroy whatever connection existed between us.

He broke the silence. “When did you stop turning, baby?”

“When I killed my mother.”

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Okay anon, you asked for this AGES ago but I was a bit stuck with it. But after the last few days anon drama in this fandom, I got the motivation to finish this one! I hope this is what you were hoping for. 

Warnings: ABO. Smut. Some angst and of course fluff because this is me after all. Rated E. 

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Not Here

Daryl knew it would never get easier to ride through the gates of the Sanctuary, the sight of the place putting a foul taste in his mouth. Daryl knocked his kick stand down, the arms that had held on around his waist during the ride giving a firm squeeze before slipping free.

“Let’s make this quick.” Daryl muttered as Paul hopped off the back of his bike.

“I know, love.” Paul grinned at the alpha as he headed inside the building.

Daryl tried to not go in further than the exterior, rarely even to the gardens where only asphalt use to be. They just needed an update on all the community's food stores, Hilltop would be starting to harvest their crops over the next weeks and needed to know who needed what.  

Daryl was still straddling his bike, boot bouncing as he waited for Paul. As much as he hated the place, he hated the idea of Paul being inside of it alone even more. Daryl was no fool, Paul was the strongest person he had ever met and no one would honestly be dumb enough to bother him. After all, Rosita spent most of her time at Sanctuary and Daryl had seen her greet Paul as he went in. Paul could send anyone in that place to their ass and she was just as tough.  

There was just that hindbrain part of him that didn’t want his omega anywhere near the place that he hated so much. Paul being an omega wasn’t something that meant much to Daryl, it just made his instinct rear their head a bit more than if his boyfriend was a beta. Daryl had been a bit more protective of the man over the last few days, much to Paul annoyance.  

Daryl had even nearly knocked Rick off his feet when the other alpha had jokingly wrapped his arm around Paul when they had been at Alexandria earlier that day. Before Paul, Daryl had never gone into rut with anyone. Now it was something he was very familiar with.

Over the last year they had learned it started settling into Daryl in the week leading up to Paul’s heat. Daryl would get edgy about anyone being around Paul but he only started getting physical right before Paul’s heat. Luckily Paul only went into heat every other month, not every month like a lot of omegas did.  

So, Daryl twitchiness meant they needed to get back home as soon as possible. Daryl felt like he was going to crack the concrete under his boot as Rosita walked up with a grin. He glared at her until she pulled a silver case out of her back pocket and pulled two beautifully handmade cigarettes out. Daryl had fished his lighter out of his vest pocket in a flash making her laugh as she handed over the smoke to him, he clearly needed something for his nerves.  

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“Things getting a little tight around here?” Paul asked as he looked over the shelves in the admittedly massive pantry. Though the shelves were shocking bare.  

Frankie chuckled with a grimace, “A bit. Our gardens were doing alright but still aren’t quite keeping up with demand. But we still have a couple weeks before we need to get too worried.”

Paul nodded at the former wife as he wrote out their list, “Well, soon there should be more than enough to go around.”  

Hilltop had the best agricultural system, their crops thrived long before Negan and they had since. Oceanside did well but their fish and other game from the forest around their home was much more needed by the other communities.  

Paul didn’t mind the Sanctuary, he had no real issues with the people or place but he still had a dislike for it. He knew it came from his love for Daryl, the pain the alpha had gone through while there. He knew Daryl was ready to leave and not just because of where they were. Paul was honestly just as on edge, perhaps more so since he knew he was the cause for Daryl’s behavior.

Paul knew that a lot of people thought less of him because he was an omega. He had fought that stereotype all his life. Being an omega just made Paul stronger however. That didn’t mean he did feel things all others felt, he could feel the hollow feeling blooming in his gut. The sweat that broke out on his neck at random as his heat approached. Daryl getting physical with Rick that morning only served to prove just how close it was getting.  

It didn’t take long to get the list together, with Laura pitching in to help them along. Paul had just stepped out of the pantry, the two ladies following when he gasped. A sharp pain hitting him right in the abdomen, starting under his belly button and burning deep into his gut. He stumbled, having to grip the wall for support as another bolt hit, this time it shocked down into his pelvis making his knees week.  

“Jesus?!” Frankie rushed to his side, “What’s wrong?”

Paul swallowed a sound that would have been far too close to moan as he pressed his hand to his stomach. He shook his head, this couldn’t be happening now but he could feel the fever spreading up his chest.  

“Oh god, is he...” Laura whispered as she took a deep breath and Paul knew before long he would be stinking with it.

“I need...” Paul hated how high his voice sounded as tremors started in his thighs, “I need Daryl.”  

Frankie turned to Laura and snapped at the beta, “Go get him! I’m going to take Paul to my room.”

Laura spun without a word and took off down the hall. Laura looped her arm around Paul’s back, if he wasn’t so busy trying not to double over with a whine he would have been impressed by how easily she hauled him with her. Her face was set in a hard expression, “We have to get you out of here. It isn’t safe to be like this out here.”

Paul felt like she might be speaking from experience but he wasn’t in a state to question the other omega. All he could think about was the ache settling inside of him and how much he needed Daryl.  

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“Don’t tell Carol ‘bout this.” Daryl mumbled as he lit the cigarette now dangling from his lip.  

“Or Jesus?” Rosita smirked as she snatched his lighter for her own use.  

Daryl nodded, almost groaning with the long drag he took. He had been trying to quit but old habits do die hard after all.  His nerves were always on edge whenever he had to be around the Saviors home but it was made worse by his current state of mind because of a certain omega.  

They took a few puffs in silence, Rosita moving to lean against the bike with Daryl when he twisted around on the seat. Neither of them really saw much of each other anymore, usually just in passing because their lives had led them in different directions. She was still family though and he was comfortable with just being quiet with her.  

“So,” Rosita knocked the ash off the end of her smoke, “You guys still, you know, trying?”

Daryl figured she had smelled Paul when he passed her, the fainted scent of approaching heat clear even to her beta nose. Daryl took another deep inhale, glancing at her curious face through his bangs before giving the smallest nod.  

The first few heats they went through together had been protected. Paul had been taking, still affective but expired, birth control but it ran out after not too long. Daryl had never seen Paul nervous before, the man had been a ball of tense energy as he made the suggestion that they not try to prevent anything.  

Daryl could have been knocked over with a damn feather. They hadn’t been together that long at that point, around six months but honestly, they had been dancing around each other since that first day back on the road with the truck. Daryl couldn’t fathom that someone could love him like Paul insisted he did but the idea that anyone would be willing to have a child with him was seemingly impossible.

The term mate was outdated and many partners never used it. That was what it felt like Paul had been asking though, if Daryl might want to be his mate. Paul had been so patient as Daryl’s gears ground in his brain, just picking at his shirt sleeve between reaching up to tuck his hair behind his right ear. Daryl always found the little habit so enduring, Paul was all calm collected ninja but the little quirk only ever got seen by Daryl.  

Daryl had chewed his lip and thumb nail raw by the time he finally nodded. Paul looked like a feather would take him out too as his jaw dropped before it spread into a crooked smile. Daryl didn’t know why someone as amazing as Paul had chosen him but he wasn’t a stupid man. He knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.  

“I think it would be good,” Rosita snapped Daryl back to the present and he cocked an eyebrow at her, “Good for there to be more kids. Good for Judith and Hershel to have someone to play with and grow up with.”

“Ya think so?” Daryl flicked his own ash away. He had thought the same thing more than a time or two.  

“Yeah,” Rosita smile was soft as she nudged his elbow, “It’ll be good for you too, Daryl. You’d be a really great dad.”

Daryl blinked at her, a flush pooling into his face as he cleared his throat, “Yeah?”

She nodded before smirking, “Plus we’d get to see Jesus trying to ninja around with a big baby belly.”

Daryl nearly choked on the laugh that image brought to mind before he jumped at a loud screech, “DARYL!!”

Laura hollered as she sprinted out of the building, stopping halfway to him before turning and franticly gesturing for him to follow, “It’s Jesus! C’mon!”  

Daryl threw his cigarette down, his feet moving faster than his brain. He never thought he would ever be in a hurry to get back inside of the Sanctuary but he was kicking up gravel as he took off behind the beta.

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Paul’s skin was on fire by the time Frankie got him inside her room. She got him sitting on the bed, he crumpled into himself instantly. Paul didn’t mind the fact that he got heats, it was a part of his life as an omega. He didn’t particularly like where this one decided to rear its head though. If it had waited just another hour, they would have been home and he wouldn’t be throbbing in his pants at the Sanctuary.  

“Okay, Daryl will be here soon,” Frankie made him sit up so she could peel his leather jacket off him and toss it in a chair by the bed, “I’m not worried about any mess or even give a shit about these sheets.”

She nudged him with a joking smile and he tried to return it but all he could manage was a groan. She tucked his sweaty hair off his face as she pulled his gloves off and tossed them with his coat. She worked on his boots next, putting them next to the door and tucking his socks inside them so they wouldn’t get lost. She struggled a bit to get his holstered off but managed and set them on top of his boots.  

She knew every inch of his skin was burning, the heat not just setting flame to his inside but it was everywhere. Paul was grateful she had been with him when this cluster fuck had happened. If he had been around a beta they wouldn’t have been as prepared to help him. It had been a shit show if an alpha had been helping him or had run across them in the hall.  

“There is water in the fridge,” Her room was laid out a lot like a hotel, like most of the living quarters in the building, “Even some food.”

“Not going be here that long.” Paul managed to mumble. He planned that once the first wave of heat subsided for them to jump on Daryl bike and get the hell home. There was no way he was spending the next three days there.  

Frankie nodded in understanding then cleared her throat as she opened the top drawer of her bed side table. She left it open as she muttered, “There are condoms in there, the kind made for alphas.”

Paul almost shook his head, almost told her how they didn’t use protection but he stopped himself and settled on a husked, “Thanks.”  

Before she could speak again the door swung open, Laura stumbling in with the force of Daryl charging in behind her with Rosita on his tail. The alpha looked frantic, both from worry and Paul’s scent that was even filling the hallway. Paul whined at the sight of him and the rough sound that came from deep in Daryl’s chest had the women scrambling out of the room, locking the door behind them.

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Daryl’s blood felt like it was boiling as he took in the sight of Paul hunched on the bed. His face was flushed, pupils dilated and sweat had his hair sticking to his neck. He was stripped down to just his pants and shirt, to aid in easing his pain and because Frankie knew Daryl would need the easiest access possible.  

Paul wasn’t in the worst of his heat, the first and last few were always the calmest. It wouldn’t be until the next day that Paul would be little more than a begging soaked mess and Daryl’s rut would be so strong he wouldn't be able to do anything but please him. He knew once this wave was over they were getting the hell out of there.  

“Daryl...” Paul gasped, reaching up to try and push his hair off his damp face.  

Daryl was across the room in three strides, ripping his knife holsters off and letting them thud to the floor. Then he was hauling Paul up from the bed and kissing him hard. Paul moaning into his mouth, gripping his vest to shove it off his shoulders. Daryl grabbing the hem of his shirt, parting from his bruising lips long enough to yank the garment off and toss it to the floor.  

Paul’s hands trembled as he got Daryl’s shirt open but left it on, moving next to work on his belt. Daryl wasn’t going to argue with Paul’s hurry, he was ready to get his omega home as quickly as possible. Daryl pushed Paul’s pants off his hip, the cargoes not stained with any slick yet.  

Daryl’s hands slid over Paul’s ass as he shoved his briefs off. They were a bit damp but thankfully not soaked. Paul gripped Daryl’s waist as he kicked his underwear aside. Daryl groaned softly as Paul got his zipper shoved down and pushed his pants down enough that his dick snapped free.  

Paul let out a small squeak as Daryl tossed him back on the bed. Paul arched his back as he drew his legs up to lull open. Not bothering to move around to lay his head on the pillow, content where he was as Daryl stepped between his thighs.  

Daryl had to catch his breath as he looked over Paul. Thighs trembling slightly, cock swollen against his belly and already dripping but it wasn’t the part of him that needed the most attention. Daryl ran his hand down Paul’s aching belly, feeling it twitch from his touch.  

Paul gasping as his fingertips grazed over his dick down his balls, slick already starting to drip down his ass onto the bed as Daryl finally reached his hole. Paul’s back bowed up even further, heading thrown back as he nearly screamed from the touch, it was so good but not enough.  

“So wet already, need me that bad, darlin’?” Daryl leaned over him, rest with his hand next to Paul’s head as he kissed over his sweaty temple. Paul could barely nod before Daryl’s finger slipped inside him.

Paul’s hands grabbed Daryl’s shoulders, thighs falling even wider around Dary as he panted, “More, need you, Daryl. Please, hurry.”  

Daryl kissed his quivering lips; his eyes having gone glassy with both pleasure and pain. Paul whining as he sucked Daryl’s tongue into his mouth, Daryl easing a second finger in. Paul was so wet, slick thick and body so relaxed under him Daryl knew he could possibly thrust right in. It would hurt though, just a little from the first stretch and Daryl didn’t like to do that.  

When Daryl added a third finger Paul groaned but it was more in frustration as he sat up and nearly knocked Daryl off him. He gripped the back of Daryl’s head as his other hand slapped around the bed side table. When he leaned back Daryl almost moaned at the way Paul glared at him.

“Stop teasing and fuck me,” Paul held up a condom between them, gripping the corner with his teeth and ripping it open, “Before I flip us over and take matters into my own hands.”

Daryl almost liked that idea but he stared at the condom, they hadn’t used them in so long now. Daryl raised his brow at it, hoping Paul couldn’t see what was going on in his head. He didn’t know if he could handle the thought that Paul had changed his mind about wanting to have a child with him.  

Paul, of course, did see that, even with his mind in a haze of heat he could read Daryl like a book. Paul kissed his cheek, reaching down to stroke Daryl’s aching dick and slipping the condom on. He nuzzled his beard against Daryl’s jaw as he husked, “When I get pregnant, I don’t want it to happen here, babe. I want you to breed me, when we get home. Not here.”  

Daryl actually sighed as he nodded, kissing Paul deep before shoving him back on the bed. Paul falling back with a smile as Daryl ran the tip of his cock over his drenched hole. Paul reached up, gripping the sheets above his head as Daryl pushed inside.

Paul moaned, so loud in the small room but Daryl wanted him to do it more. He watched Paul’s face as he eased inside. Saw how his mouth fell open with each breath, it was like he was in pain but the way his cocked dripped over his stomach proved it was pleasure.  

Paul felt so full when Daryl was fulling inside him, not just the stretch of his hole but the hollow ache in his gut eased just a bit. He knew it would fade once he had Daryl’s knot, for a little bit at least and more than enough time to get the hell away from the Sanctuary.  

Daryl leaned down, nipping at Paul’s throat that he bared on instinct. His hips taking up a hard, deep pace, one that always got both of them off in no time. It hit Paul’s prostate perfectly, making him go so deliciously tight around Daryl.  

“Oh, god, Daryl, that’s so good,” Paul whined as he arched into Daryl’s thrusts, thighs gripping him tight and one hand coming up to hold into the back of his neck, “You’re so good, babe.”  

Daryl moaned at the praise as he slammed into Paul, leaving dark marks on his throat. Daryl leaned back, shaking his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, “Yer so gorgeous, so damn perfect, Paul.”  

Paul whimpered making Daryl move even harder. Paul could feel his orgasm bubbling just under the surface, like it was waiting, waiting for that last little push. Paul almost sobbed when Daryl’s hand ran over his stomach, pressing down where the ache to be filled was the worst. Paul’s own hand slapped down over his as he cried out, “Please, please, please knot me.”  

It was like on Paul’s command that Daryl felt the first jolt, almost like pain but it was so good as his knot grew. Just another few thrusts before Daryl couldn’t pull out, his knot keeping him inside as his orgasm hit him like a punch.  

Paul’s mouth opening in a silent scream as he came between them. The stretch not hurting but the aching emptiness inside fading for now as Daryl filled the condom. Paul’s come splattering up over their hands, that stayed just a moment more now rubbing at Paul’s belly.  

Daryl collapsed, his orgasm still running through him and Paul wrapped his arms around him tightly. Daryl’s bulk not too much for him to take as he kissed his cheek and jaw. Daryl nuzzled at Paul’s throat, just catching his breath, “Can’t wait to get ya home and come in ya fer real.”

Paul hummed at the words, “I think I want that a lot more than you do, you have no idea.”  

Daryl managed to get his elbows under him, his knot would still take a bit more time to deflate but they were happy to stay like this. He brushed Paul’s hair off his face, rubbing his thumb over his bearded cheek, “Do ya know how bad I want ya pregnant?”  

Paul’s face had cooled some as his heat settled back for the time being but his cheek bones colored just a bit pink. Sex always made Daryl’s tongue loosen up, made it easier for him to be open and honest, “How bad, babe?”  

Daryl’s thumb kept up its soothing motion as he rest his forehead on Paul’s, “So fucking bad. Want to see ya all big and round, yer going to be so beautiful but it’s more than that.”  

Paul’s hands buried in Daryl’s hair so he wouldn’t move, his eyes clear of the haze of heat but desperation still in them, “Tell me. Don’t stop, keep talking.”  

Daryl’s face was flushed but he was smiling, “Want a baby with yer eyes and all that hair. Gonna be a lil badass just like its daddy. Can’t wait to see it.”

Paul kissed Daryl gently, nuzzling his nose as he whispered, “It needs your smile and sweet personality, then it will be perfect, just like its papa.”  

Daryl could feel that his knot was gone but he stayed inside just a moment more as he breathed the same air as Paul, “Love ya, Paul.”

“I love you,” Paul kissed up his jaw, “Now take me home and let’s make this baby.”  

Daryl nodded before carefully pulling out and dragging them both off the bed. Paul grimacing as Daryl removed the condom and dropped it on the floor. He didn’t bother to pick it up, though he would apologize to Frankie for that and the wreck they left her bed next time he saw her outside of his heat.  

They haphazardly pulled their clothes back on, the room still stinking with sex and heat as they left. Rosita had been in the hall, face impassive for the noises she had to have heard. She just gave them a salute as they hurried down the hall and out of the building. They didn’t have long before the next wave of Paul’s heat would hit.

Daryl saw Frankie by his bike, giving her a nod of thanks as Paul waved sheepishly as her as they climbed on. She just smiled at them as Daryl started his bike and tore out of the gate. Leaving the Sanctuary behind him where it belonged and speeding to Hilltop, where they belonged.

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Paul couldn’t believe he was doing this. It was stupid as his foot bounced on the linoleum floor as he sat on the edge of the tub.  

Daryl hadn’t noticed that Paul’s heat was late, not that two days was that late. Paul wasn’t always perfectly regular, but when Daryl hadn’t started to show signed of rut the week before Paul had noticed. Daryl still wasn’t showing any signs and Paul’s heat would have usually started by now.  

Paul jumped as the small, chicken shaped kitchen timer in his hand went off. Paul sighed as it twisted it to stop the ringing. He steeled his nerves, he was a grown man and stood up. He picked up the plastic stick off the sink counter and looked at it.

Paul felt his fingers trembled as he pressed them to his mouth. A huge ever crooked smile behind it as he stared at two clear pink lines, “Holy shit.”  

[lostgrimesgirl]

It was a mutual manic phase.

It was self harm.

It was house and then cardiac arrest

Lena Grimes explaining her time with Negan

[captnbarnesrogers]

You’re My Problem

Pairing/Characters: Eggsy Unwin x Reader, Dean Baker, Rottweiler, Poodle Warnings: Attempted sexual assault, swearing, fluff at the end, Best Friend!Eggsy, Platonic!Eggsy Summary: After studying up at the library, you bump into Dean’s friends which doesn’t end too well for the both of them when your best friend enters the picture. Word Count: 750+ A/N: This is mostly best friend stuff, no romance here!

You stared at the book of legislature before you, your eyes half open and your head falling onto the book, keeping you awake. You slammed the book closed, earning you a bunch of hushes from the surrounding people in the library. You silently apologised which earned you a louder hush from the librarians and the people inside the library. You huffed and walked over to the shelf of other legislatures and put the heavy book away before grabbing your bag from where you sat and exited the overly silenced building. As you got outside, you were able to take a deep breath and exhaled the stress into the open air.

“Fuck me.” You groaned, letting your head fall into your hands and growled at the universe, “I fucking hate school.” You keep walking until you reach the pub, just right around the corner where your house was, where you were suddenly stopped by Dean’s friends, Rottweiler and Poodle, “Fuckin’ hell, can’t catch a break can I? What do you lot want?”

“C’mon, luv, don’t be so stiff, we just wanna see how ya goin, eh?” You rolled your eyes and scoffed,

“I need to go home, boys, I have an exam in a couple of days.”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… Stay for a bit.” You feel his hand grip your arm and you pull away harshly,

“Don’t fucking touch me, you brainless piece of shit.”

“You should know better, sweetheart.” He pushes the loose strand of hair from your face making you swat his hand from your face,

“I ain’t your sweetheart, dickhead.” Suddenly you feel him push you into the edge of the fence near the wall of the pub, making you yell but Poodle’s hand covers your noises. You feel his hand graze up your thigh and in retaliation, you kick Rottweiler’s groin and bite Poodle’s hand, giving you enough time to get away from them. Before you could run home, you bump into a hard body. You look up and realise it’s your best friend, Eggsy. His smile fades as notices that you’ve gripped him tightly, your hair and your clothes a mess,

“Fuck, Y/N, what’s happened to you?”

“R-Rottweiler and Poodle, they- Eggsy, they t-tried-” He pulls you away from his body and takes a good look at you, a lightbulb in his head going off. Before you knew it he’s running toward the two men. He begins punching Poodle, Rottweiler falling over behind him as he tried to pry Eggsy from the bigger man. Eggsy’s fist keeps damaging Poodle’s face until you find yourself pulling him off of Poodle, “Eggsy, Eggsy! You’re gonna kill him!” You fall backwards with Eggsy’s back lying on top of you, his collar folded up and his hat landing in the puddle beside the both of you, “Eggsy, that’s enough.” You panted, he pointed at the men before the both of you,

“Try to touch her again, bruv, and I’ll fuckin’ kill you! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” You pulled him away from the scene,

“Wait ‘til Dean hears about this!” Rottweiler whines,

“Fuckin’ tell ‘im, bruv!” Eggsy spits out at the two who were struggling to get up from the cold, wet ground,

“Eggsy, enough.” You pulled him away and walked around the corner from the pub. His threatening and possessive demeanour changed when he took a hold of your face,

“Did they hurt you? Tell me where.” He looked all over you, trying to find even the smallest of marks so he could have a reason to go back and continue ruining some teeth,

“I’m fine, Eggsy.” He continued to search, moving your hair and rebuttoning your blouse, “Eggsy!”

“What?” You take his hand off of you and he stops completely, looking at you with concern surrounding his irises,

“I’m fine. I promise.”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill them.” He whispers,

“That’s not your problem, Gary.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, knowing full well he’ll protect you with all his being, for as long as he would live,

“I hate when you call me that.”

“I hate it when you fight them, you know Dean’ll take it out on your mum.” He sighs and faces away from you,

“That’s not your problem, Y/N.”

“Your problems are my problems, Eggsy, they always have been, ever since we were five years old.” You tap his shoulder and turns around, “Thank you.”

“You know we’ll be in this together, for a long time?”

“Oh, don’t I know it.” You laughed, “We have work, by the way, Merlin’s got something for you and I have some filing to do.”

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[mizalsayf]

Gone - Part Three

~MASTERLIST~

Summary: Negan remembers his and Viv's first serious interactions.

Word Count: 1932

A/N: This is fucking sad, like damn. I can tell you though, this was not the last part. As always, comments and critiques are more than welcome! Enjoy!!!

Warnings: Angst like a LOT maybe get some tissues ready, death, cancer, detailed descriptions of stuff, swearing (I think that's the least of our worries), some fluff

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Part Three:

The world was on fire but no one could save me but you.

Negan was still staring at the trees where Viv had disappeared. He sighed and ran a calloused hand over his face. He turned around and walked into his bathroom.

He turned on the water, splashing the ice-cold water on his face and neck. He shook his head and lifted his head so he could look into the mirror. He glared at the man that stared back at him.

He felt empty. He felt like another important part of himself has left him and was never coming back. He felt like Viv has ripped a part out of him like Lucille did when she died.

Lucille.

He still wasn't sure how he had deserved someone like her. She was everything he always sought for in a woman. Humorous, smart, kind, and beautiful.

But when she died, that beauty was only present on pictures and in his memories. The kindness was stuck in her actions and the people she had helped out. The humor was in the many jokes she made. And her intelligence was in her journals she wrote every now and then.

He never had the time to grief her death or give her a proper burial, it all happened too fast.

Then, he met Viv. At first, she was just another trophy he wanted to get into his bed. But he soon found out that she was much more than just an accomplishment.

He introduced himself to her and she was hesitant and disinterested in the beginning. But he didn't give up, he kept talking to her until she gave in. They became good friends, having a specific day reserved so they could meet up.

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It was another one of those days were Negan and Viv were sitting on his couch. They were drinking and telling funny things that happened during the week.

Then, Negan excused himself and went to the bathroom. Viv was rater bored on her own and began to look around his room. She opened the drawers in his nightstand and found a picture.

It was a picture of Negan and Lucille on their wedding day.

Viv looked at it and smiled, thinking of how happy Negan and the woman must have been. She was always a sucker for weddings and cried whenever she saw a video.

Negan exited the restroom, noticing Viv sitting on his bed. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Viv, what're you lookin' at?"

She flinched under his touch, not expecting Negan to be back so soon. Looking back at him, she held out the picture, "You look really happy on this picture. And your wife was beautiful." She commented, looking at it like a curious child.

Negan's eyes widened and he snatched the picture out of her grasp, packing it away. He hoped that he could dodge the oncoming conversation about Lucille.

But he knew how stubborn Viv was and that she wouldn't let loose until he told her.

As a result, he had stammered out how he met Lucille, when they married over to his cheating. And her diagnosis and death.

While he was talking, tears began to roll down Viv's cheeks but Negan didn't notice. He didn't dare to look at Viv, he was too afraid to show her how vulnerable he was. What made him turn his head, was the small sniffle that escaped her as she cleaned her cheeks from the tears.

Viv stood up and walked over to the couch he sat down on and engulfed him in a tight hug. He was surprised, while she had given him the occasional pat on the shoulder, she was always flinching away from any physical contact.

Negan snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her on his lap, breathing in her scent.

"I'm so sorry, Negan." She croaked out while she began to shake.

"What for?" He tightened his grip around her, while he was unsure why she was apologizing to him.

"I wouldn't have pushed the matter if I had known what you went through and probably still going through." She pulled away and stared into his hazel eyes.

His eyes trailed over her features, memorizing every little detail about her. the freckles that began to appear due to it being summer, or the slight color difference her eyes had. Every single detail.

He cupped her cheek in his rough hand and she leaned into his touch. He gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, you couldn't have known."

Their faces were inching closer and he noticed Viv's gaze shifting between his eyes and lips.

"But it still wasn't my place to ask such thing." She whispered, her insecurities and bashfulness beginning to nag at her.

He lifted her head up so she was looking at him again, shaking his head in a forgiving manner.

In response, Viv lifted her tiny hands to stroke his bearded face and moved closer to him.

"Negan." She whispered before their intermingling breaths became one and their noses touched.

Their lips met in a hesitant motion, Negan too unsure if it was a "emotions getting the best of her" moment or not. But his doubts crushed when Viv decided to take a leap of faith and firmly press her lips against his.

Negan was quick to react and began to kiss her back. A fire was lit inside of him that he thought had died a while ago and for once, he felt like he was back on the right path again. The path of overcoming Lucille's death and starting to live again, with Viv by his side.

Viv was the firs to pull away and took a deep breath while stroking his beard. Negan pressed his forehead against hers and sighed happily.

She opened her eyes, looking Negan in the eye. "I guess it's my turn to tell you my story."

"Viv, you don't have to-" He started but she interrupted him by pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

"No. I know it would help me and whatever that between us is." She said, her voice left no room for arguments. So, Negan nodded and laid on the sofa holding her to his chest.

"Before everything went downhill, I lived in a happy family. My parents loved each other and all that shit. But the light in my life was my little sister, Victoria or Vic. My parents were very creative with our names, I know." She said when she noticed Negan's chest huffing in a silent laugh.

"Vic was 12 years younger than I and you could say she was our little miracle. Neither my parents nor I thought we were going to have another family member." Viv closed her eyes, picturing her sister before her.

"When she was 13, doctors diagnosed her with stage four leukemia." Negan held his breath, not sure if he should say something or how to react.

"We were all clueless on what to do and in shock, of course. But my mom was the one that suffered the most, she began to drown herself in gas station beer and cheap vodka. In the end, she left my father, Vic and I behind and eloped with another man." Negan balled his hands into fist in silent anger and Viv clenched her jaw in frustration.

"I was always by Vic's side through every doctor visit, through every treatment, through everything. My father had three jobs, trying to support us and pay the bills, but he was also trying to distract himself."

Viv now saw Vic's weak, pale and skinny laying in the too big hospital bed.

"Those," She cleared her throat as her voice began to crack, "those were some of the saddest moments in my life and I will never forget her laying there, barely able to move or talk. She always asked where mom was, but I think she knew. She just wanted me to tell her that she hadn't neglected her." She began to tremble and had to take a few deep breaths in order to continue.

"With time, Vic became weaker and ate less. She began to fall in and out of consciousness, confused on where she was and what was going on. Then one morning, I was awoken by Vic's hand gripping my arm as tight as she could and I just knew."

Viv buried her head in Negan's chest, listening to his even heartbeat.

"In her final hours, she began to say some things I couldn't hear properly. But then, she said 'Viv, Grandma is angry.' And I stared at her unsure how to take that, she hadn't remembered my name in weeks. I asked her why and-" Viv's breath began to get stuck in her throat and she had to suppress her sobs.

"She said 'Because I'm taking too long.'" Viv couldn't hold back her sniffles any longer and hot tears began to stroll down her nose on Negan's shirt. He pulled her tighter against him and began rocking her from side to side while stroking her back.

Viv began to weep, barely able to breathe between her heart wrenching sobs. She never had the time to grief over Victoria's death or get over it, like Negan.

"The smallest coffins are often the heaviest." Viv croaked out, her voice sore.

Negan looked down at her, staring into her glassy, red eyes. He guessed this was the first time she ever got her emotions out and talk about Victoria's death.

"Maybe," He cleared his throat, surprised that he sounded like he was about to cry. "we can support and work with each other through the rest of our grieving process."

Her eyes grew big and she looked at him like a curious child. "Do you think that will work?"

"I'm not sure. But trying never hurt nobody, right?" He asked, convinced that they could work through it together.

She wrung her hands together, "I guess you're right." She murmured.

He grinned, "Of course, I fucking am!" Lifting the somber atmosphere in the room.

Viv smacked his chest, shaking her head. "You're so…" she began, not sure how to end her sentence.

"So handsome? So funny? So smart?" he suggested, mischief twinkling in his eyes and his growing smirk.

"So arrogant." Viv said, making him frown.

"Well okay, maybe I am." He agreed, chuckling.

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Those happy day were now a distant memory for Negan and Viv. He clung to that memory as if his life depended on it.

And in a way, it did.

If only he had known that Viv would trigger the same emotions he had felt with Lucille.

He walked into his office, looking at the sofa Viv and himself shared their first kiss. Sighing, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and began chugging it down. He coughed as the burning liquid went the wrong way.

He poured himself drink after drink, but not even the strongest alcohol could make him forget.

They were both gone, and Negan couldn't bring one back while the other left him.

He was a broken man.

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[superprincesspea]

Sheriff Handsome

You’ve just moved into a new town and Sheriff Negan offers to lend you a helping hand. 

Written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash writing challenge!

Warnings: None, Fluff, AU, Reader Insert. Sheriff/Cop Negan

Words: 1007

It was a minefield. Who knew nails came in so many different sizes? Certainly not you, but after buying a beautiful lakeside house that upon closer inspection seemed to be actually falling into the lake you had a feeling you were going to become accustomed to nail sizes and the tiny hardware store that lived the centre of town.

You placed your box of nails next to the roof tiles, superglue and lengths of wood that were already in your cart.

“You ever actually fixed a roof before?”

The voice was all smoke and masculinity and when you turned around to see who it belonged to you weren’t disappointed. You’re eyes landed squarely on a shiney sheriff's badge before your gaze drifted up to find the matching sheriffs hat and a smile that was just about verging on a smirk.

“Is it really that obvious?”

He nodded to the cart, his hand resting on the pistol that was snug against his hip, “you picked up the wrong size nails.”

You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks, partly because you hated being wrong but mostly because you hated being called out by a man that made your heart flip flop like it had forgotten how to beat. “Now this is what I call public service, fighting crime one bad DIY job at a time,” you teased to make yourself feel better about the firetruck red of your cheeks.

“We don’t get much crime around here, unless you count last years case of smashed pumpkin’s. Although I’m pretty sure it was a raccoon that was responsible for that and this might be Georgia but I’m not gonna arrest a raccoon no matter how many violations he makes,” he grinned, his smile offset by dimples that made him as adorable as he was handsome.

Jesus, you were suddenly very aware of your ripped jeans and chipped toenail polish. In fact, you could barely even keep eye contact with him as he handed you the correct box, your fingers almost grazing and your heart jumping around like he’d taken your hand and proposed you runaway with him.

“A six pack of beer and a home cooked meal,” he said and your gaze quickly flicked back to his.

“Excuse me?”

“I could help you fix your roof for free but I’d rather be fed and watered first.”

There was something in the way he said, something in the way he smiled or maybe it was because you were acting like a complete fool but you got the feeling that he got women to cook and water him anytime he wanted. You put your hand on your hip, tilting your head to the side with just smallest hint of sass, “and how do you know I can cook?”

He held up his hands, “I just know I can’t. Unless I wanna eat leftover spaghetti for the third night in a row.”

Maybe Sheriff Handsome didn’t get all the girls afterall.

He extended his hand, “I should introduce myself. I’m Negan, and I don’t just dress up like this to offer advice and get invited round for dinner. I really am the sheriff and I really do fight crime one bad DIY job at a time.”

And just like that, you were blushing again and you found you didn’t mind it as much this time. Sheriff Handsome was charming and it was nice to feel charmed.

A woman in overalls approached the sheriff, her employee badge read ‘Marleen’ and her glossy red lips leered at him like he was a stick of gum she wanted to get her teeth around. “This what you were looking for, Hun?”

Negan took the box, turning it over in his hands, “that’ll be it. Thank you, sweetheart.”

You liked the way he turned his attention back to you, leaving Marleen standing uselessly by his side. “Have we got a deal?”

“Food for labour,” you pretended to consider it, “I suppose it sounds fair.” It sounded amazing.

“Alright,” his eyes twinkled in a way that matched his dimples. “I’ll see you tomorrow, how’s midday sound?”

“It sounds fine.”

“I’ll be seeing you then and thanks, Marleen, you’ll put this on my tab won’t you sweetheart?” he held up the box.

“Anything for you, Hun.”

You didn’t even try to hide the face you pulled and when Sheriff Handsome urned to leave you realised you hadn’t even told him any details of how to find you, “don’t you wanna know my name and address?”

Negan glanced back over his shoulder, “I know who you are darlin’, this is a small town and you buying the old Monroe place is the biggest news since the great pumpkin smash.” He laughed at the memory of it, tipping his hat and winking.

You weren’t above watching his butt as he left and when he rounded the corner you noticed you weren’t the only one. Marleen’s cherry red smile spread from cheek to cheek, her eyes narrowing when they turned to you, “you better take a ticket and get in line, sweetheart.”

“I don’t see any line,” you replied cooly, your smile just as sweet as hers. The way she glared at you only made you more interested in getting to know Negan a whole lot better.

When you were loading your supplies into your car, your mind whirred with ideas of what you were going to cook for Sheriff Negan. You wanted it to be hearty but tasty, effortless but exquisite and when you slammed the lid of the trunk down you found yourself laughing at your overzealous plans. Sheriff Handsome would get what he was given just like any other guest you cooked for. You weren’t about to go tripping over his dimples like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

Crush, you cringed at the word and couldn’t remember the last time you’d crushed on a man that wasn’t contained to the silver screen but then you couldn’t remember ever meeting any too handsome to be true handy dandy sheriff’s before either.

Thank you for reading! And thank you Ash for running this challenge!!

I had planned on originally writing Began for this but I got such bad writers block that I ended up scrapping everything and starting over three whole times. I didn’t want to miss the deadline but I will be writing part two if people want more so let me know! <3 <3 

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[behindtheireyes]

Over the past ten years of her life Lucille had learned many things… .how best to quell Negan’s rage, how to move about the ship without being seen but most importantly was the ability to nearly disappear into the shadows while people talked. The former Jedi in training had learned so many bits of information that would be helpful to her if she ever managed to escape the hellish life that she lived.

The newest and most interesting bit of news was that a Sith Lord had recently come aboard the ship and for the first time in years Lucille allowed herself the smallest glimmer of hope. If there was anyone out there that could release her from this life it would him. It was with that goal in mind that she slowly approached the man and dropped to her knees with her head bowed in respect.

“Lord Sith…” Her voice cracked from years of silence, after all Negan believed that pets should be seen and never heard, and the nerves that suddenly filled her. “May…may I have a moment of your time?”

@takethcsky

[motherpsyduck]

T is for TEQUILA 🍹

Here’s my contribution to @simons-thirst-squad‘s ABC’s of Simon challenge.

I started writing this straight away and it’s taken me ages to write/redo cos I wasn’t happy with it. Hopefully you guys like it! This is my first ever Simon fic so please be nice :3

Notes: This chapter is 1 of 3. There’s only 3 in total. I feel it ended where it needed to otherwise I’d be dragging it out and it would be shit.  It started off as a short oneshot but I just couldn’t stop adding to it so here you go! About 9.5k words in total!!

This is a reader pov story starring the beautiful Simon and a little bit of Negan. Mostly Simon(hope that’s ok!)

Chapter 1 is 3,683 words.

Tags: @simons-thirst-squad, @readinginmymeadow​ (gif courtesy of google image search and its creator) ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

Chapter 1

You’ve been doing this for a while; stealing alcohol from Negan. You felt such a thrill the first time; you couldn’t only do it once. You have to have some way of coping with being trapped here at the Sanctuary.

You’ve been here from when the whole world went crazy. You were a different person then. You were unsure and terrified about the new world much like everyone else, so you made the decision of joining the Saviors. You thought it was the smart choice but it was also one that would haunt you for the rest of your existence.

You’ve been a member of the Saviors for little over three years now. You’re surviving. You know what the Saviors do. You’ve witnessed it a couple times when you’ve been on the runs to take half of everything some poor unlucky community had gathered in fear of Negan. You didn’t feel sorry for them anymore. You didn’t feel anything. You just wanted to get on with it and leave. The previous version of yourself, your pre-apocalyptic self wouldn’t recognise you today. You’ve learnt to handle yourself against most people and walkers. You had to. You reckon that’s why Negan kept you around for this long. He knew you didn’t take any crap from anyone at the Sanctuary, including him.

You rebel often by talking back to Negan, Simon, Dwight and anyone else who thinks they’re superior to you, but ultimately give into Negan after a while because you don’t want to push him too far and end up with a scorching metal iron to your face. Negan has come close to raising a hand to you before now because of the way you mouth off. When he stops himself his excuse is he enjoys your “Couldn’t give a rat’s crusty-fucking-ass attitude.” He also has admitted to admiring your guts and wit, amongst other things. You don’t take yourself too seriously but are willing to stand up for yourself and others to an extent. You think that’s why Negan’s taken quite the liking to you.

In Negan’s twisted way of keeping you second guessing him, he hasn’t killed you yet but instead a couple of months ago he placed you in a scavenging team. You scavenge with your party as often as you can. It gives you the chance to leave the Sanctuary and taste the smallest bit of freedom you crave.

To keep the boss man sweet, whilst scavenging you occasionally find things you think Negan will like; more often than not he approves of the items you return to him. It’s the same every time after scavenging; you’re taken to Negan, then he searches your bag thoroughly as he knows what you’re like by now. You’ve snuck a gun and bullets back to your room after a run before. The boss personally rifles through your rucksack every time you return. He doesn’t trust the words that leave your lips when you say you’ve given him everything you found whilst you were gone.

On one of the days once he’s satisfied that nothing is lurking in your bag, he gives you a grin and hugs you for longer than what’s considered comfortable. You stiffen your body into the embrace and pat him awkwardly on the back then Negan pulls away to hold your shoulders. You can see it in the way he looks at you he knows you can’t stand him, but it just eggs him on more. He then dips his head so his face is close and stares into your eyes.

“Thank you Y/N! Now I know you know, but I need to hear it again… Who are you?” Negan’s arrogance made you grind your teeth. His gravelly voice made a faint echo in his large living room. He’s holding onto you close to the door that you can’t wait to leave out of. A couple of his wives were also present; two were standing by the small bar drinking straight vodka from glasses and two sat on the black leather couches off to your right. In your peripheral vision you saw Simon, Negan’s right hand man, standing tall beside you. You felt Negan squeeze harshly at the tops of your arms as a sign of impatience for an answer. You clenched your jaw and glared back into his face.

“I’m Negan.” You replied in a flat tone. Negan’s black-leather-gloved hands run down your forearms to your hands. Feeling him stroke your arms gave you a chill down your spine. Negan held your hands gently and smiled at the floor. Your heart was racing at the uncertainty but then your focus was on the searing pain as Negan crushed your fingers together in his grip. Your yelps of pain were drowned out from his soft shushing noises. As you quietened down and dug your front teeth in your bottom lip, tears formed in your eyes. You listened to every syllable as you bowed your head to the man in front of you.

“Less of the stink eye next time baby.” Negan ordered with a dark tone. You nodded frantically. When a tear spilled out of your eye and ran down your cheek, his large hands threw yours away from him. You rub your tear away then massage your throbbing fingers trying to soothe the pain. Negan stood up straight then poked his dimpled cheek with his long, gloved finger and pulled a menacing smile up with his mouth. You sighed not wanting to and stepped forward to peck his bristled cheek. Once again, Negan made you do what he wanted. You’re aware this is an intimidation tactic. You just hate that you have to go along with it. A small, deep chuckle escaped from Negan’s throat then he shooed you away. Simon who didn’t leave your side, led you out of Negan’s room and escorted you to your room.

You hated being handled by anyone and being pushed around by Negan’s men. You couldn’t do much about the shoving when you were followed back from speaking with Negan. You aren’t as strong as some of Negan’s men, like Simon for example. That guy is huge. When you were introduced your first thought was: it would probably only take one punch and he’d probably kill me. You expected him to be like Negan’s other henchmen; pushing your shoulder every now and then from behind to keep you in line, but you soon noticed that Simon had never once been forceful with you. His presence alone was intimidating so you’d regularly walk back in silence. You preferred when Simon would walk with you. You wish you could think of something interesting to initiate a conversation that would last more than a few seconds and not have you fumbling your words when you’d hear him speak.

You aren’t very physically strong but you are people smart. You’ve noticed you’ve picked up the knack of manipulating people; sometimes for the right reasons and sometimes for the wrong, it all depends on who’s asking. Before the world went to shit you were interested in Psychology and studied the subject for a couple years. It ended up teaching you a lot about human behaviour.

You got to know Simon a little better whilst on runs together. You thought it was cute when he’d try his hardest to make light of the situation whilst guiding you from your meetings with Negan. He was making an effort for you to warm to him. You began to see his less intimidating side, sort of. Simon is far more intelligent than the majority of the Saviors, but he could also have a laugh and joke around. Some of the Saviors are so serious all the time. You just didn’t fully trust Simon; you would regularly misjudge his reaction to certain situations. That annoyed you. You couldn’t read him easily. It made him fascinating.

Your listening and observation skills were put to good use. After about two years of having no choice about being a Savior, Negan assigned you as the camp counsellor in a sense. You were hesitant to accept his offer at first, as you knew there had to be a catch. Negan simply said whilst raising his palms to you “No catch sweetheart. It’ll keep you out of fucking trouble and I want you to be useful that’s all.” That’s all? Yeah right. You soon came to realise he wasn’t doing this out of the kindness of his heart, but instead for his own benefit so you’d feel like you had a purpose at the Sanctuary and guilty if you ever left your responsibilities and tried to escape. Mind games in other words. That’s what being a Savior was. You stuck with it regardless as it distracted you and kept Negan off your scent. You’re poorly qualified for the role of course but no one knew or had any proof of the matter. As long as you acted as though you knew what you were talking about and used a few long psychological words now and then from the old days, you could fool anyone.

You did your rounds; visiting anyone who wanted to talk. It was a small amount of people as most of the folks at the Sanctuary didn’t trust you’d keep details from their sessions a secret because they knew that eventually you’d have to tell Negan when he ordered you to do so. The small amount who did want to talk just stuck to the basics of what worried them about dealing with the world the way it is, whether it be critical life skills or having to deal with walkers. You were there to give your support and lie to them. You found yourself repeating the words “it’s ok, everyone feels like this. This is how the world works now” etc.

You were made to visit Negan’s wives on occasion. You were there to listen so his wives could tell you what was bothering them or what worries they had. You were under strict oath to not give them any advice Negan wouldn’t. When Simon gave you these instructions on your first visit, you just scoffed softly which made him arch one of his eyebrows; confused you found what he said funny. You enjoyed the effect of interacting with Simon had on you. Speaking to Simon made your heart beat a bit faster.

Guards outside Negan’s room reminded you on countless occasions before entering that you are not to get too involved with his wives’ problems. You are there for them to vent. You will not give advice; you will be there for the sole purpose to listen and for them to get things off their chest, and nothing else. It was drummed into your head so frequently that you could recite it word for word when his minions spoke it.

You had an inkling that the recently amped up security was due to one of the wives confessing to Negan about you and Sherry’s hidden friendship and planning of something. You didn’t know which one spilled the beans but you thought you could trust them. You were hurt.

Whilst Sherry was at the Sanctuary you two were very close. She told you her whole life story about her and Dwight and her deal with Negan. It made you sympathise and have a little more patience with Dwight. You’d leave notes for each other instead of actually speaking in person in risk of getting caught. Burning the notes after reading them was agreed upon too. When Negan or anyone else was present you and Sherry acted as though you two hated the guts of one another. In reality it was quite the opposite. You admired her selflessness and bravery. When she told you she was planning to escape, you wished her all the luck in the world. The last thing you said to her before she escaped was “We’ll see each other again soon.” Some part of you really hoped you would. You stopped yourself leaving with Sherry; you had to use all of your will to do so because god knows you yearn for the freedom, but you didn’t want to jeopardise her chance of a better life outside the walls so you decided against leaving the same time.

After listening to Negan’s wives, you would reward yourself with a glass of alcohol he had on offer. Of course no one was aware of this treat but you couldn’t resist. Good alcohol was a luxury and only the best was saved for Negan.  Sometimes when you felt extra courageous you’d try and steal a full bottle of something alcoholic in your messenger bag. You never had enough time to do so and instead opt for the small airplane bottles of liquor that mysteriously made their way into your rucksack after your visits.

You leave one of the wives’ rooms after a brief visit and her bedroom door clicks closed behind you. It leads out to the main room where you have your meetings with Negan. You’re about to leave but as you pass the drinks cabinet, a bottle of tequila with a yellow plastic sombrero on the screw lid caught your eye. The liquid twinkled from the light that poured in from the window at the end of the room. The large room was empty and the air was still; waiting for you to make a decision. You jog over to the small bar at the end of the room and squat down behind the drinks cabinet. You hear blood pumping harshly in your ears as your hands quietly slide the bottle of tequila into your messenger bag draped over your shoulder. It sags as it rests on the floor whilst you’re squatting.

You stand and can feel the weight of the bottle as it hung suspended in the bag. The door knob rattles then the door swings open. You positioned the strap comfortably and turn to make your way toward the door. The pit of your stomach turns when you see Simon leaning on the doorframe. The bicep he chose to hold his weight on is perfectly outlined by the material of his shirt. The tanned skin on his forearms is visible as he’s rolled the long sleeves of his shirt up to the crook of his thick hairy arms. Your eyes become very wide out of fear of being caught and at the attractive sight before you. You feel your pulse in your throat.

“You finished Doc?” Good, he didn’t see you stealing the bottle of tequila.

“Yeah.” You reply uncomfortably. You watch Simon’s beautiful brown eyes try and detect the reason of your awkward vibe. After scanning Negan’s living room and finding nothing out of the ordinary, he turns back to you.

“Good. Let’s go.” Simon smiles a toothy grin and his moustache turns up with his mouth. He waits for you to exit with his thumbs resting in his belt loops. You’re uncertain of his demeanour, something’s off. When he stands aside to give you space as you’re walking out the doorway, you twist your neck to glance at him. He just raises his eyebrows at you and hangs his muscular arm out in front of you. “Lead the way Y/N.” Simon takes his usual position and follows close behind you.

It’s an unsettling walk back to your room with Simon. The glugs and sloshing noises the bottle of tequila is making when you move or adjust the bag on your shoulder gives you heart palpitations. Can Simon hear it too? Your footsteps on the tiled floor seem louder than usual and Simon’s whistle echoes in the hallway.

“What do you carry around in that bag of yours anyway?” Simon’s low voice booms in the corridor as well as his heavy work boots, and belt buckle jingling as he marches behind you.

You keep your head forward. “Not much. Some bottled water maybe a pen and paper so I can write notes or follow up questions for my clients.”

“Ooh Clients. Aren’t we posh?” Simon mimics you. A small air of silence lingers before he speaks again. “… seems a bit heavier than a bottle of water and a pen n’paper…”

“It’s a big bottle of water.” You lie through your teeth keeping your eyes fixed firmly on the wall in front of you before turning the corner.

“Thirsty girl are ya?”

“… Yeah.” You reply uneasily. You focus on the stillness for a couple seconds. Simon’s boots make a light stomping noise as he walks. You adjust the strip of material hanging from your shoulder as a way of doing anything with your hands and distracting yourself from the tenseness of the situation. Simon takes this as a sign you’re struggling to carry the bag. You’re uncertain around Simon at the best of times, why was he being so weird? Why are you more aware of what you do or say around him?

“It’s heavy huh? Jam packed full of notes and stuff?” Simon watches for your reaction.

“No-it’s-fine. I’m fine.” You rest your palm on the top of the bag as you walk. Simon’s eyes stare at your hand then you can almost feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your skull.

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs his heavy shoulders.

The two of you stop when you reach the door to your room. You’ve walked this route about a hundred times. As you turn the doorknob and go to step inside, a large hand grips your shoulder to turn you around. You feel the heat from Simon’s grasp through your shirt. He reaches his other hand onto the shoulder where the strap from your bag hung. You stare up into his face hoping he can’t read your mind. He’s smart but not that smart… hopefully. You notice how much his moustache moves when he speaks.

“Now Y/N. You know you can talk to me about anything. A lot of folks come to you to get things off their chest. You need that too.” Genuine concern was out of character for Simon. You weren’t sure if he was winding you up or not. It made you nervous. Does he know about the alcohol?

“Ok…?” You acted like you didn’t know what he was hinting at.

“Do you wanna talk? About an-y-thing?” Simon’s speech slowed so you could hear his every word. He hung on every syllable, and watched you intensely, bowing his head slightly making his eyes seem darker and more sinister. You couldn’t or didn’t want to pull away from his gaze. You felt so small in his hold around your arms. His tight shirt strained around his wide shoulders.

“Uh… no. I’m fine.” You swallow and give Simon an uneasy smile whilst staring into his coffee coloured eyes. He knows I’m lying. Simon waits for your confession but it’s a long wait and you don’t deliver. His grip on you weakens and his arms swing back to him. He sighs, places his hands on his hips and motions with his head for you to retreat into your room. You nod and disappear into your room shutting your door behind you and quickly locking it.

With your back against your door you inhale deeply to relax your heartbeat then breathe out slowly. After dumping your bag onto the small dining table, the glass from the bottle does a muffled clink when it hits the wood. You make small shushing motions towards the inanimate object and brace yourself for Simon to burst through your door, but there was nothing. You tell yourself you need to calm down and what better way to calm your nerves than with a glass of liquid courage. You grab a short glass cup that was draining by the sink and place it on the dining table next to your bag. Little did you know, Simon was leaning casually on the other side of your door with his ear pressed upon it; listening for the familiar twist sound of a bottle seal breaking and the glug of alcohol being poured.

After tugging your boots off you carefully bring out the bottle of tequila from your bag and prevent it making too much noise. You push your bag to the floor then break the seal of the bottle with a twist of the cap and begin to pour some of the amber liquid into your glass. You sit the bottle down on the table and swirl the glass around. It sloshes against the light coming in through the small window at the top of the wall to your left. Your nose inhales above the rim of the glass making your mouth moisten. You’ve longed for the taste of a good drink. No turning back now. You sigh and throw the liquid down your throat. It’s been so long since you’ve had Tequila this strong so it instantly makes you cough when it burns your throat on the way down. Your hand pours another shot but before you can pick up the glass to drink it, you jump; startled at a loud thump from a fist on your door.

“Y/N? You’re gonna wanna open this door. NOW.” You hear Simon’s brash voice on the other side of the wall. You can hear in his tone that he’s not very happy. You suddenly start to panic.

“Just a second!” You frantically try to hide the bottle back in your bag that’s on the floor.

“NOW! BEFORE I KICK IT THE FUCK DOWN!” Simon bellows through the door.

“Alright! Gimme a minute.” You throw the glass cup in the sink not caring if it smashes on impact and scream as your door is being kicked off one of its hinges from the force and strength of Simon’s leg. He’s now standing in your room blocking the doorway so there’s nowhere to run. Shit.

“I said, now.” His eyebrow is arched and his eyes are scary. Why are you turned on at this moment? You glance down and frown at your door that’s hanging on the doorframe and probably won’t shut properly again.

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[intrepidolivia]

Alexandria Country Club pt 5

Pairing: NeganXOlivia (OC)

Warnings: cursing, discussion of death and tragedy, sensuality

Summary: AU! Negan and Olivia discuss a bit of their pasts. Adair and Negan discuss the threat. Negan makes a decision and a phone call.

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want me to tag you!

   Negan wasn’t one to invade privacy, so when Olivia went to her bedroom to pack, he stayed in the living room. The apartment was fairly neat, with a bit of clutter here and there. A coffee cup on the end table, a couple books on the couch next to a rumpled throw. The place had a gas fireplace, and she had pictures and nicknacks on the mantle. He smiled a bit at a grinning, cat-faced little gargoyle perched on the corner of the mantle. He wasn’t at all surprised at it; it was cute, and weird, and seemed quite in character for Olivia.

    What caught his eye though, were the pictures. And once he realized what he was looking at, he couldn’t help staring.

    She looked beautiful. In the strapless white dress, her red hair done up and woven with ribbon, a bouquet of  roses in one hand… She looked like a princess. More than that, she looked happy. She stood next to a man Negan would have assumed was not in her league. He was tall, on the thin side. His ears stuck out a bit, his grin was toothy in an almost comical manner. But the way she held onto him, the joy on their faces…

    The next picture was the wedding party surrounding the bride and groom. Adair in a gray suit and green tie had an arm wrapped around her waist companionably. Olivia clung to her groom, and he to her. They looked like they were laughing.

    His gut twisted. She kept the photos displayed. In a place she’d see them often. But she lived alone. He knew damn well she wasn’t divorced.

    He saw her stricken look when she returned to the living room. Her eyes flicked from the pictures to him, and she stiffened. He understood why.

He understood better than she could know.

“Got everything together, darlin’?” He tried to be casual. Even as he burned to know more. A loss like that ripped a hole in you. One that never went away, not really.

Olivia looked down and nodded. “I think so.”

The unasked question hung over them like a stormcloud. “Alright, make sure all the windows are locked up, and we’ll head out. You’ll want to call Adair so he knows we’re coming. I doubt he’d be happy if we just turned up banging on the door.”

She managed a little chuckle, and did as he told her. Once the lights were out and the doors were locked, she followed him out to the car.

He was quiet as she called her friend, reassuring him several times she was fine. He understood his concern; she sounded shaky at best. He wasn’t actually sure if it was from the threat, or from finding him looking at the pictures.

He understood that as well. Certainly he’d known from the start he wasn’t the first man in her life. Just like she wasn’t even close to the first woman in his. A previous marriage, though, particularly one that ended in tragedy, was a difficult subject to broach. He didn’t blame her for feeling unbalanced.

Negan didn’t say anything as she hung up with Adair. He watched the road, not pressing her. She was silent for a long moment, staring out the window into the darkness.

“It’s been two years and five months,” she said finally. Her voice was soft.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.”

“I’d have to say something eventually,” she replied. “His name was John. He… I had the flu. He decided to walk to the store because it was nice out. T-to get me soup and medicine. And someone hit him.” She took a slow, shaky breath. “And drove off and left him.”

“God damn,” he said softly. “I’m really sorry, baby. That is shitty as hell. Did they ever catch who did it?” He knew it wouldn’t make it better if they had. But it would be something at least.

She shook her head, staring down at her lap. “No. I guess at this point they won’t. I still call the lead detective for updates. Every two weeks. Just in case.”

    Negan couldn’t imagine how godawful that must feel. At least in his case he had something concrete to be pissed at, even if it was a disease. Olivia had to live with knowing whoever had killed her husband was out there somewhere. Living their life free and clear.

    If it were him, he would be so eaten up with rage he didn’t think he’d ever recover. But here she was, the sweet, playful, even happy woman he’d met at the wedding. She had more iron in her than he’d given her credit for.

    He reached over and took her hand in his, and she held it tightly.

    “I lost my wife.” He hadn’t meant to say that. He hadn’t meant to tell her yet, but the words spilled out anyway. It was almost a relief to say it out loud. Since he’d lost Lucille, he’d taken great pains to avoid the subject. He never spoke of her. He avoided things that reminded him of her.

Hell, he’d quit his old job because the familiar routines lulled him into forgetting. There had been days he found himself driving familiar roads, on autopilot, heading back to his old house, wondering what she’d be making for dinner. The pain of remembering in those moments was like losing her all over again.

Olivia looked up, her other hand wrapping around his. “I’m sorry.”

“Cancer. Almost four years ago now.” He let her hold his hand as he guided the car down dark streets. “I’m not going to tell you I know how you feel. I fucking hated it when people did that to me. Because we both know no one can know that shit. We all got different baggage.”

She nodded.

“But, I get it.” He glanced over, giving her a small smile. “It’s hard to know how to talk about that shit. Fuck, I just try not to think about it. So I’ll just say I’m sorry it happened, and I’m sorry it had to come out like this.”

“It… wasn’t how I would have prefered to broach the subject,” she said.

“It’s okay, darlin’. Like I told you, I got a longer past than you do. And right now I’m mostly concerned with making sure you’re safe. We can talk about the rest when you’re ready.”

She squeezed his hand. “We can talk about things when you’re ready, too.”

The front lights were on when they got to Adair’s, and before they’d made it to the porch the door was open.

Adair ushered them inside, a protective arm around Olivia.

“I have your usual room ready, and put out a bottle of water for you in case you get thirsty. If you need anything you know where it is,” he told her. He glanced at Negan. “I have another guest room made up.”

He thought about staying. A small, dark part of him whispered that after the scare, and after their conversation in the car, she might want comfort.

“I should get back home,” he replied. “Let’s get you settled first, though, sweetheart.”

Adair nodded. “Liv, go ahead and put your stuff upstairs. I’ll get you a glass of wine.”

Olivia nodded, looking up at Negan briefly before she headed to the staircase. Adair watched her go, then gave him a shrewd look. He followed the young man into the kitchen and waited as he opened a wine bottle.

“You think it was the asshole from the party?” he asked.

“That’s the working theory,” Negan nodded.

Adair retrieved a couple wine glasses. “Forgive me for not offering you some, but if you’re not staying I suppose you’ll be driving.” He poured a generous glass, setting it on the counter, and a smaller portion, leaning back and sipping it.

“Yeah, I think between that letter and our conversation in the car about the wedding pictures, it might be best if I gave her some time.”

The young man’s eyes widened a little, and he nodded. “Ah. Yes.” He swirled the wine, frowning. “Liv’s been through a lot in the past couple years. With what happened to John and all.”

“She told me a little. It’s a fucked up situation,” he admitted.

“You have no idea,” Adair replied darkly. He sighed, shoving a hand through his hair. “You’re the first person she’s tried dating in almost a year. The last one was a debacle. You at least seem to have some redeeming qualities.”

Negan raised an eyebrow. “Thanks?”

Adair smirked at him, sipping his wine. “Take it as a compliment. I don’t like many people.”

“Alright,” he replied amiably. The kid was full of sass, but he also had Olivia’s best interests at heart. Negan had to respect that.

“On that note, were someone to be inclined to paying a visit to said wedding asshole… say for the purposes of explaining how bad an idea it is to threaten my best friend… I would like to be involved.”

Negan crossed his arms, thoughtfully. “Such a visit might involve some quasi-legal shit. Not to mention the asshole in question is Chet Applegate of the fucking Applegate dynasty.”

Adair gave him a placid smile. “Do I look like I give even the smallest of fucks?”

He chuckled. “No. No you do not.”

“I’ll give you my number then, and I expect to be included.”

“Considering the police are fucking useless because of the little prick’s family, sure. There may be a visit in Chet’s future.” Hell, who was he to exclude the kid if he wanted in? Besides, it never hurt to have someone wealthy on your side. Particularly if things went pear shaped.

Adair scrawled his number on a scrap of paper and pushed it across the counter. Negan shoved it in his jacket pocket as footsteps sounded behind him.

Olivia picked up the wine glass and sipped appreciatively. Her eyes were a little red and puffy, but he wasn’t about to mention it. She’d been through a lot that night; he wouldn’t begrudge her a few tears.

“I’m sorry to make you be out so late,” she said to him.

“Nah. I’ll sleep in tomorrow. Rick won’t even notice I’m late. It’s not like I do much there.” He winked.

Adair’s blue eyes flicked between them. “Liv, let me know when you’ve locked up. I’ll set the alarm.” He inclined his head to Negan. “Goodnight. I’ll see you another time.” He picked up his wine and withdrew from the kitchen, leaving them alone.

Olivia looked up at him. “Thank you. For everything tonight. And I’m sorry the detective was such an asshole to you.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “Darlin’ quit apologizing for shit that’s not your fault. You did everything right. You stay home tomorrow, get some rest, and we’ll come up with a game plan. Maybe this is a nasty prank, maybe it isn’t. But I’m sure as shit pissed about it and not about to let it go.”

She swallowed, laying her hands on his chest. “Thank you.”

He gave her a wide, toothy grin. “Nah. I’m just trying to make you like me. Is it working?”

She managed a laugh at that. “Yeah. It’s working.”

“Good. I’ll keep it up.” He caught her chin, tipping her face up, and kissed her deeply.

Olivia wound her arms around his neck, responding to his kiss eagerly. He could taste the wine on her lips and tongue, and her body pressed against his was warm and soft. He tangled a hand in her red hair, the other sliding around her back.

He hated to break the kiss, but it was late, and he had work to do before he could sleep. He pulled back a little, nipping at her lips. “Drink your wine and get some sleep, baby. I’ll call and check up on you tomorrow.”

She nodded, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He could feel his body responding to her, and he wanted more. From the flush in her cheeks and the look in her eyes, she did too.

“God, you’re hot,” she breathed.

He growled softly, his hands moving to her hips and holding firmly. “That’s my line, babydoll.” Much more and he would want to stay. He already wanted to stay, if he were honest. But much more time pressed against her and he might not be able to leave. He bent, kissing her firmly one last time. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“You better.”

It took some adjustments to sit comfortably in his car once he made it out of Adair’s house, but soon enough he was on the way back to his apartment. A plan had already started forming on how to deal with Chet Applegate. He would need help, though. Adair wanted in, which was an asset. But one could never have too many of those.

Once he’d gotten home and locked his door, he scrolled through his contacts, selecting one and pressing send.

The phone buzzed until finally a sleepy-sounding voice answered. “Negan? It’s fucking one a.m.”

“Didn’t call for an update on the time, Simon,” he said. “I have a favor to ask.”

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