#Simon's thirst squad

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 8 ] || [ Chapter 10 ]

Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i think Ghost always steals Soap's hygiene products bc he cannot be arsed to buy some for himself.

Chapter 9: Drinks?

The moment the helo touched down, the soldiers descended, each of them parting ways as they went about their regular business, returning their gear to the armory, debriefing, showering, eating…

Almost a whole hour after their arrival, Simon threw himself down onto his bed, his skin dewy from the shower, his hair combed to the front and dripping over his face.

He popped open the top drawer of his nightstand and fished out his phone and charger. He set the charger up and turned on the phone as it charged up.

Simon didn’t often use his iPhone. Sometimes he forgot he even had it. The only times he did was to check Soap’s and Gaz’s insta/snap stories (because he liked being up to date on what they were doing) and when they were all on leave and had parted ways, so he could check the groupchat. 

Once the phone turned on, he immediately beelined for Tinder and opened the app. The app lagged a bit at first but, open loading up, he saw it.

99+ likes, 99+ messages.

The big majority of them were girls, too young for him, thirsting for him, even with his face being hidden. He always knew he could attract people, so it didn’t exactly surprise him.

Rolling his eyes, he flicked his finger over the screen until he found your chat and clicked on it.

Simon: I’m back and in one piece. Simon: I think you need to wish me luck more often.

He didn’t expect you to answer him immediately, even if it was only 6 P.M. on a Tuesday and you’d likely be at home and free, considering the job you listed on your profile.

However, the Read notification popped up under his text almost immediately and your dm came right after without the app even announcing you were typing.

you: omg i was literally JUST checking to see if you had said anything you: welcome back!

The text made a smirk take over his scarred lips before he bit the bottom one and typed out a reply.

Simon: Have you been waiting to hear from me for 3 weeks? you: noooo Simon: That’s frankly adorable. Simon: Didn’t think I’d have gotten in your head that strongly. you: oh piss off simon. you: ur not that great. Simon: You’re still texting me. you: sooo???? Simon: So, I can’t be that terrible. Simon: Got your attention, didn’t I? you: oh piss off you: ur so cocky and for what Simon: Not cocky. Just sure of myself. you: no Simon. No? you: no 😤 Simon: Okay then. Simon: Suddenly not sure of myself because you deemed it so. Simon: I’m very insecure now. Simon: Is that better? you: stop being such a bloody smartass 🙄🙄🙄 Simon: You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart. Simon: I can’t take this. Simon: Going to go hug my pillow and cry some more. you: oh no you: i’m making the giant cry? 😱 Simon: Is that a dig at my height? you: YES Simon: My God, I’m going to cry even more. Simon: I’m being bullied. you: good!!! 😤 Simon: I’m making you pay for my therapy. you: pay for it yourself!!!! 🙄 Simon: How about I pay for dinner for the two of us one of these days instead?

You didn’t answer immediately after that. You always did that whenever he flirted with you and spoke about taking you out.

Simon had a shit-eating grin on his face, imagining that you were all annoyed at him behind the screen. He was right in guessing you were shy about going out, he assumed.

you: no. you: but you can buy me a drink tonight.

His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised just a bit.

Simon: It’s a Tuesday night, are you sure? Simon: You know going out for drinks on a Tuesday is usually a sign of alcoholism? you: ur backing out now? you: wheres all that bravado of yours? Simon: Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not backing out, I’m asking if you’re sure. you: if i wasnt i wouldnt have invited you. Simon: Fair enough. Simon: Where? you: the same pub i met up with john at maybe? Simon: Rog. Simon: 30 minutes. you: i need longer to get ready. Simon: That’s fine. I’ll still be there in 30. you: are you going to be wearing the mask? Simon: 🤷‍♂️ you: SIMON you: YOU CAN’T BE PULLING OUT THE EMOJIS LIKE THIS you: YOU STARTLE ME EVERY TIME. Simon: Good. Simon: See you soon.

Setting the phone down on the mattress, Simon got up from bed and took off his towel, tossing it over the back of his desk chair before opening the top drawer of his tall dresser, grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs and putting them on.

Then, he rummaged through the other drawers looking for his one ‘going out shirt’™️ (which was actually a black long-sleeve compression shirt) which he put on along with a pair of dark jeans. It was a simple outfit. 

Then he slipped on some black boots. He threw on a leather jacket over that and tucked a black neck gaiter into the neckline of the t-shirt, hiking it up to cover his mouth and nose.

Barely a minute later, he was making his way into Soap’s room and across the small space that separated him from the bathroom. 

“Going somewhere, L.T.?” Soap probed from his spot at his desk, eyebrows raised and his eyes locked on the older man’s with intrigue. He rarely saw Ghost in civvies and even more rarely did he see him without a hoodie.

Unlike Ghost, Soap had made his officer’s quarters into his own living space, having brought in a gaming computer and chair, a small beanbag, and had plenty of knick-knacks around.

“Going out.” Ghost said simply as he grabbed Soap’s hair gel and squirted a glob of it into his hand before lathering them and using them to run through his blond locks which were exposed without the hoodie or signature balaclava.

“Out? On a date?” Soap asked Ghost as he quickly jogged up to the bathroom door, watching as Ghost fiddled with his hair.

“No. Just drinks.” Ghost replied as he tugged a bit as his hair to make it stand up straight. 

“Is this someone you found on Tinder…?” Soap probed as he leaned his shoulder on the bathroom door, a boyish grin on his lips.

Ghost looked over at Soap out of the corner of his eye as he finished fiddling with his hair and rinsed his hands under ice cold water in the sink.

Soap took Ghost’s silence as an affirmative response. “Pro’lly a shag too, hm?” He joked, earning him another glance out of the corner of his eye. “Bloody hell, L.T. tell me all about it later, yea?” He laughed.

“Fuck no.” Ghost added as he grabbed one of Soap’s cologne bottles and raised it up for a sniff before scowling at the scent and setting it down again.

“Aw, c’mon L.T.!” He pleaded. 

“Get your own date, MacTavish.” Then, he just made his way right out the door, forcing Soap to move out of the way, looking a bit like a wounded puppy. 

“I’m not getting anything interesting on there!” Soap lamented with a sigh.

“No? Well, I’m sorry for you, then, Johnny.” Ghost quipped as he opened the door again and stepped out into the hall, leaving Soap behind.

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[tojisun]

established simon (ghost) riley x fem reader; eventual john price x fem reader; hinted t141 x fem reader

!! suggestive - minors dni; hints of d/s; 944 words

johnny almost falls from his seat as he sees who’s closing in. 

he smacks kyle’s thigh, the younger man hissing in anger before following johnny’s jutted finger, only for his own jaw to fall open in surprise when he finally sees what’s got johnny’s face spasming. john sighs through his nose before twisting, tipping his boonie just a little bit to clear his vantage. 

ah, he thinks, his own heart lodging itself in his throat. no wonder.

simon finally made it, the tall man weaving his way around the crowd and sidestepping strangers with passion. price knows it’s less about his aversion to being touched by strangers and more about securing the package cradled gently in his toned arms – you.

you’re not tiny by normal standards, john could tell, but beside ghost, you look a whole lot smaller. you’re dressed in a frilly pink dress, looking too prim and too proper for the establishment. for the man holding you.

john has to briefly turn his eyes away, licking the back of his teeth as a spike of hunger seizes him whole. 

you and ghost finally make it to the group, and they all watch, with little shame, as ghost claims the seat they’ve saved for him before pulling you into his lap. you follow with a fond huff, using simon’s shoulder to steady yourself as you wiggle around to find a comfortable position. 

all throughout, simon’s hands are firmly on you, touching and guiding, but also marking and claiming. john thinks it’s also a reminder to the squad: she’s mine.

john nurses his whiskey, swallowing down the alcohol to quench his thirst. 

then, you finally look at them, beautiful doe eyes blinking up at them with curiosity and interest.

fuck, you’re too goddamn beautiful.

“hey there, little lass,” johnny greets first, his pale cheeks tinged with the slightest pink, and his arm out for you to shake. they all watch as you do just that, tender hand and dewy skin meeting scarred and battle-worn ones. 

the contrast has john gripping his glass of whiskey, and, unwittingly, a brief thought flashes through his mind: how beautiful you would look being corrupted by them all.

as he shots the rest of his alcohol, his eyes accidentally meet simon’s.

john expected anger or even a flash of betrayal, instead, all he sees is the way simon’s eyes are heavy with thinly-veiled interest.

oh.

“hello,” your reply breaks the eye contact and both men shift to look at you. you introduce yourself, and john mouths your name to himself, testing the way it rolls off his tongue. 

kyle hums from beside johnny, extending his hand out next with a charming smile. you smile back at him, still looking like a perfect picture of a good and proper girl. not even the way that you’re sat on the lap of a man whose face is fully obscured by a plain balaclava could alter the way you are all dolled up and darling for them all.

“cap’n?” kyle’s voice pierces through his thoughts and john blinks back into reality before instantly turning his eyes to their guest. 

don’t mind the fact that it had been kyle who asked for him – john is already giving you his full attention. 

“hey there, sweet girl,” john’s voice is a purr – a sure gamble – and he watches the way you freeze, your eyes going wide as you clock in the desire coating his words.

johnny and kyle straighten up from their seats, their lips pinched together as their eyes flick between their captain and their lieutenant. 

but ghost doesn’t do anything.

instead, they watch as simon’s hand snakes up to your throat from where it rested on your stomach. the glide was slow, deliberately putting on a show, and they watched with rapt attention as simon gently squeezed your throat – the action not made to hurt but to ground you.

simon uses this hold to tug you closer to him until his lips are hovering over your ear. 

“c’mon, love,” simon’s voice rumbles within the startling silence that has overtaken their little group. “what do good girls say?”

you lick your lips and their eyes zone in on the little sliver of your tongue, their chests constricting when they finally register your blown up eyes, your pupils eating up the colours of your irises. 

“hello, sir,” you finally murmur, your voice breathy and light as you turn to john. 

john pretends that he doesn’t understand why the mere mention of his title slipping from your pouty lips had set his nerves on fire.

“yeah,” he hears himself say. “would never tire hearin’ you callin’ me sir, that’s for sure sweetheart.”

johnny chokes from somewhere beside him but he doesn’t pay it any mind because simon looks at him, contemplative, before giving a short nod.

it’s all john needs before he reaches out and brushes your hair away from your face. you’re still staring at him with wide eyes, your breaths passing between your pearly teeth and glossy lips, and john ducks down just enough that only you and simon could hear.

“tell me to stop now, little one.”

your resounding whine and the soft shake of your head gives john the answer he needs.

but simon clicks his tongue. ���use y’r words, love.”

“don’t,” you begin, sighing in quiet pleasure when simon’s other hand travels down your skirt, his warm palm rubbing along the expanse of your thigh. “don’t stop. please, sir.”

both john and simon rumble in elation at your response. at your beautiful docility. at how proper and good a girl you truly are. 

and now, you could be john’s girl too. 

[sofasoap]

Sofasoap's Call of Duty Fic Rec

Always wanted to make a list of my very subjective CoD fic rec list, and also I promised my good buddy @groguspicklejar ( famous author of Beloved series) a list of fic recs, let me list some of my beautiful mutual's and some amazing writers and artists so they can go binge read.

Edit : I'll keep adding artist/writers on as I go. When my brain cells is functioning.

@saltofmercury -Let's start off with the mother of my Mini MacTavish. The one who made me fell in love and hit the nail in the coffin for CoD fandom.

If you are into König, her " Break-in" series is a must read. check out her Soap fics too :) Masterlist

@floral-force - My bestie! delicious Simon/Ghost fics.

American Hospitality is my favourite. Or honeypot is guarantee making you crave for more :)

Check out their Mando fics too :)

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - You want slow burn? check out lovely Bear's "The Roommate Series". Wonderful progression of relationship between Simon and his room mate. Your Friendly Neighbor Soap and Shy reader, OH SO CUTE.

@deadbranch - Spy and Cold war style fics? You are in the right place. The killing moon and Dying sun series. Gut wrenching.

or check out the light hearted None Taken ( personal favourite!), threesome fics? Goth style Reader? Check out their MASTERLIST for full list of goodies.

@brewed-pangolin The president of "Soap Squad" club.

Fireside Whiskey - personal favourite. Soft and thoughtful Soap is just heaven. Kati's page is full of wonderful Soap deliciousness. check it out if you want some Soap fun.

@writeforfandoms  - Jen jen jen jen jen. Multifandom talent. AU Prodigy. But let's focus on the CoD here, Puppy Love - Price and puppy? can't go wrong with that. Born for Greatness and Howlin' For You Shifter!AU is my latest obsession here.

@random-thot-generator - Kris, The princess of Thotland and Thotlandia. Their latest work: A Patient Man - had me all hot and bothered. Sweet sweet Rudy. OH how can you be so sexy.

@jynxmirage, Jynx!!!! the one I blame for falling into Top Gun fandom. but that's not the point :P

Communication is Key - my current obsession :) Soft caring Price, oh give me this Captain price any day...

@as-is-above-so-below  - Oh Gezez, Simon X OC ( Freya ) fic The Captain is utterly brilliant. Angst, suspension, Thirst, smut... you name it, you get it.

@roosterr - my Fellow Nikolai fanatic, check out her "guardian angel"

series, action action action and of course, love story :)

@siilvan - another one of my fellow Nikolai fanatic, Aqua Regia

series , Nikolai the flirt, sexy flirt , complete with smut * smirk *

@homicidal-slvt - How can I forget the spark to my Lastochka series?

and one of my biggest supporter.

Check out their creative CoD Headcanons and full list of CoD works that will guarantee satisfaction.

@nrdmssgs - to round off my Nikolai fanatic club , and also brilliant artist, A heart full of pity series is one of my latest obsession featuring good old Nikolai.

@captainpriceslover - my crack fic inspo buddy ( miss you a lot!!!). the one gifted me ideas of Soap dispensers lol.

aiaigasa (相合傘) - featuring our TF141 sweet boy, Gaz, had my heart melting.

@starstruckmiraclekitty  - You want H/C and scenarios? * falling out of the bag * here is the place to go. :)

@random0lover - you want soft fluffy Soap? Hot Chocolate & Hoodies, you want angsty type of story? Open Wounds and War Paint

you get all with Kat!!!

@lethalchiralium , how can I forget Keri! ( I knew I forgot someone.. argh )

The Happiness series, don’t let the title fool ya (well it does bring you happiness reading such talented writing) this story is like washing machine, throws your emotions all over the place, let you grip onto your chair, wanting more.

@mistydeyes so many awesome stories to choose from! My current favourite is "choose your flowers, carefully" Good old Gaz x reader story, and one of my favourite trope - childhood to lovers 🥺 please go check it out!

Now , Some brilliant artists:

@shkretart - This utterly utterly talented person, Price and Nikolai and Simon, will have your nose bleeding within 0.1 seconds.

@ave661 - out of this world 3Drenders always have my eyes popping out of the socket.

@nrdmssgs - mentioned once, should mention again, beautiful art :)

@wombywoo - TF141 boys in their dress uniform? YES PLEASE.

@namedlunagoddess - another 3Drender goddess. OH CHECK OUT HER Sowa Team fic if you are into Gromsko, its HOT SMUTTY DELICIOUS FIC.

@hffhifjou - You want rugby boys? You get rugby boys :) and football. and all sort of deliciousness :)

@lululandd  - FROGGY CoD boys!!!!!!!! and wonderful fics too, please check THEM OUT MASTERLIST

I am sorry If I miss out anyone. after 13+ hours at work I am exhausted.

[dumbleb33]

ok I know we love to thirst for Simon but Kristin needs some love too. she's capable of such sweetness like we saw how she handled the puppies and took care of Emma. but also she is capable of violence and sass and i love her for it. they r both so pretty and fascinating they're like a bisexual's trolley problem.

honestly Emma and Travis are so cute too i love them <3 like the way Emma will yell at anybody is so 💞 and Travis is so so sweet i'm just oueghhhhhh

need the whole squad to pass me around like a blunt i think that would fix me

Once again you are so fucking correct. I just think they’d all take care of me so right in such different ways lmfao I need them all

[superprincesspea]

The Walking Dead Masterlist

Negan

Simon

Daryl

Dwight

Rick

Everyone Else (Arat, Merle, Ezekeil, Aaron/Eric)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan (characters)

[collette04]

Damn....

[hailthefreakshow]

Risk ➸ Simon X Reader: Chapter 1

Paring: Simon/You

Summary: You’ve been knocked out for a couple days due to a pervious Walker situation. You end up wakening unaware of your surroundings nor remembering the events from before. You find yourself in The Sanctuary, faced with unfamiliar people that you soon become aquatinted with, including someone named Simon who looks after you.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Simon fanfic and I’m excited to give it a shot. There is more written, but I would like you guy’s opinions/criticism on the first chapter. Please let me know if y’all want more or if I should change something. 

Word count: 989

Next Chapters: Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Chapter 1: Rise

You lay on a cement floor, its cold texture sending chills through your arms and legs. Hearing the sound of echoing clinks and clanks stopping dead in their tracks caused you to wince. Your vision was blurred at first, but  cleared enough to see the pair of black leather boots standing before you. A faint gasp escaped your lips as you haltingly look up to lock eyes with the man who glared deeply at you; an amusing expression to form his features. “Well, look who decided to finally wake up.” he spoke.

A pause of silence filled the vacant room, allowing you to shift positions and sit up, now leaning your back against the wall from behind. Still keeping eye contact, you manage to break away from his elongated stare and study his appearance, noticing that he is wearing: a leather jacket to match the boots, red scarf, and a single black glove on one hand. He also showed: grayish stubble which nearly formed a beard, brown hair and irises, and a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire resting in his left palm.

“I’m Negan,” the man smiled with a shit-eating grin. “I’m the boss of things around here…Welcome to The Sanctuary.” He lifted the bat and whirled his arm around in a presenting manner. “What’s your name darling?” Negan questioned, but you remained quiet. “What’s wrong? Cat gotcher’ tongue?” He inched closer to your face, feeling your stomach churn in a result of untrustworthiness.

“Y/N…” you spoke, voice sounding weary and dry from lack of fluids.

“Ah, so your throat box does work!” he laughed.

In response you glanced up at him, then the ground. There wasn’t too much more to stare at considering the extremely small room the two of you occupied. Dull walls which replicated the same color of the concrete flooring; it all seemed to be a shade of filthy dish water gray. Only light source being a dimmed bulb hanging from the ceiling, looming above Negan’s head.

“Alright. Time to get your ass up.” His right hand reached out to you—unsure of what was going on or what this stranger may do to you. You hesitantly grasped it, feeling the glove graze your skin as he pulled you from the ground.

“H-how did I get here?” you stutter while finding your balance.

“I’ll explain later. At the moment you need to eat, then make a big decision that’ll change your future.”

You gulped in fear at his words; not knowing what he meant by ’change your future’. You were starting to gather thoughts of: How did I actually end up here? How long have I been out cold? What is this place? How many people dwell here? Is Negan to be trusted? Where was he taking me? What will change my future? Most importantly, why can’t I remember anything before I woke up?

Those endless questions boggled in your brain, leaving you wondering in such a deep trance that you didn’t even hear what Negan said prior, as he snapped his fingers in your face, asking if you’d hurry up. Immediately doing as you’re told, you follow close behind the leader, obviously understanding a fight would be no match for you lacked strength nor inherited a weapon. Both of you stepped out into the corridor, complementing the room with its familiar, dull, colorless atmosphere.

Along the journey to who-knows-where, Negan managed to explain more information about this place called, ’The Sanctuary’, and how his people go by the ’Saviors’. Also not to mention the baseball bat indeed has a name: Lucille. You listened carefully to what he had to say, plus taking cautious notes of your surroundings and studying the features of passing Saviors, who seemed to always shoot you a menacing glare.

***

“Here we are!” Negan proclaimed.

The two of you entered a kitchen where numerous fruits and vegetables awaited. Eyes widening, you longed to just snag an apple and scarf it down as quickly as you could. Instead, you patiently stood beside the boss-man, watching what his next intentions would be.

“I want you to take it easy for a second darling—Breathe—I notice how tense you are right now. No one is gonna hurt-cha.” He smirked placing an arm around your shoulder, still perceiving the nourishment’s laying beneath you. “Eat for now…My right-hand-man, Simon, will be here shortly to escort you to your new living chamber and also stop by Dr. Carson’s office since you’re up and walking.” Negan moved forward to face you. “Meet me in my room later today so we can discuss things.” You nod your head. “Good, I’ve gotta go. I’m a busy busy man. I’ll see ya’ in a bit, darlin’.” he asserted; a whistle melody spewing from his mouth when exiting the canteen.

Soon Negan had left you be. Inhaling sharply, you grabbed a piece of fruit from a semi-torn basket, and started to graze. It felt so nice to have your belly being filled after such a long time. You then hoped  to clear your head from this odd awakening of not remembering a thing or your encounter with the leader of the Saviors. You remained to rummage through different baskets and drink sips of water; acting like you belonged there. Everything felt at peace while you were alone and as workers busily kept to themselves in the background, until a voice called your name that wasn’t Negan’s.

Turning around you spot a man only a few yards away, striding in your direction. He wore: a khaki shirt and pants with dark-colored boots. His black receding hairline and thick mustache to correlate. The stranger stood before you, tall frame towering from above, his dark brown eyes staring into yours as a cocky smile etched across his lips. “Hello, I’m Simon,” he said, “I’m here to help you settle in.”

[savingshelby2017]

Save Me- Simon (Part-13)

SimonRightHandMan said to Shelby Devereaux :

Releasing the button, and immediately giving her thigh a decent squeeze, he speaks in a low growl that she'll get to know well. Perfect, sweetheart. Now, just hang in there. He might not say anything more to you, or ask you for your life's story, or ask you questions. It's a fuckin' crap shoot with him.

Almost immediately Negan's voice comes over the walkie...the sweetness and charm coming over the airwaves must be a shock to one unused to his ability to turn on a dime, while Simon just nods like 'I told you so' and chuckles.

Well now, Shelby, I like him, too. Just don't go fuckin' him up so much he's no good to me...and remember, with The Saviors, you're not beholden to him, just because he was the crew leader when we found you. Feel free to show him a good time, but you're a free woman with us...however, even though I trust the lovestruck bum to have done his job, and found out more about you than the fact you don't like the idea of being raped and killed, and that you wear lady clothes...I have to ask...you got any skills that can make you useful, or are you just going to be a bedwarmer and egg fryer or something?

Simon is watching her face through all this, and he is quick to offer calm, soothing advice, while showing enough seriousness in his eyes to make sure she gets the message.

Tell him the nursing thing. Pretend you're talking to a cop...just the facts. Skip the part about hunting and fishing, or he might assign you to out and about work, when that's a BAD idea. Now, talk.

Holding the walkie closer to her faced again, and depressing the button, he stops massaging her thigh...which he had found himself doing in the interim since last she spoke.

[sherrybaby14]

Simon’s Snowflake

This is for @simons-thirst-squad Advent Calendar 

Prompt: Snowflake

Summary:  You want to be a Savior, but Simon has other plans for you, smut

Warnings: Smut, DUB-CON (A little non-con, but mainly Dub) DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU

Pairing: Simon/reader 

Words: 2500

               BAM! You barely had time to recover before the fist slammed into your eye, sending you down to the mat with a force that made you arch your back and suck in hard for breath.  With coughing gasps you twisted on to your side.  

                “Sorry Snowflake, better luck next time.”  Simon crouched down next to you, through your watery eyes you saw the grin on his face before he rose. “NEXT!”

                You nursed your wounds and your battered ego for the next month, spending your days in the laundry room working at your job and your evenings trying your hardest to train.  Next month you would do better; prove you weren’t a snowflake.  

                The tryouts came faster than you expected, but again you were shoulder to shoulder with the other possible recruits.  

                “So you sad bunch think you have what it takes to be a Savior?” Simon walked in front of your line up.  “If Negan didn’t notice you when you first got here, what makes you think something has changed?”

                You had this speech memorized, sure the words changed but the message was the same: don’t bother, you’re wasting the Sanctuary and Negan’s time.  You’d spent a year trying to get noticed, move up out of the laundry room, but it never worked.  When Negan decided he needed more fighters it was your chance, but for the last six months, you were never chosen and normally ended up concussed from the tryout.

                “Ah, Snowflake decided to show up again.” Simon stopped walking, even though he was so thin his muscular build still made you feel smaller than you were as if he were some sort of lean giant, one that didn’t have an ounce of body fat on him. “When are you ever going to learn?”

                “Don’t call me that.”  You snapped away from thinking about the man’s body.  It was better to keep your mouth shut, but his words always got under your skin.

                “Snowflake?  But that’s what you are.”  He gave a chuckle.  “Who from this sorry lineup should I have take you down this time?  I’m getting tired of watching you melt.”  

                “Why not do it yourself this time?” You gave his chest a shove.  

                There was an audible gasp from the others in the room as Simon fell back a step.  This was a mistake, you knew that, but months of ridicule and loses pushed you to your edge. Maybe you were going to lose again today, but that didn’t mean you would stop trying.  

                “Nah.” Simon smirked as he looked you up and down. “I prefer a fair fight, not interested in taking on something as delicate as you Snowflake.”  

                Without hesitation, you pulled your fist back and threw it at his face.  Your follow through was too strong and you tumbled forward out of the lineup as you hand collided with nothing.  Simon dodged your punch and spun around to face you in the process.  

                “That wasn’t very nice Snow.”  

                With a grunt, you tried to hit him again, but Simon dodged.  You were not about to stop and continued to lunge for the man, but he bobbed up and down like a boxer, avoiding ever punch and kick you tried to deliver.  

                He was trying to wear you out.  It was a classic fighting technique you studied over the last half-year.  Don’t make a move, let your opponent do all the work and then knock them out when they’re done.  It took some calming of your rage, but you stopped your onslaught and froze, fists up, waiting for him to make the move.  Simon’s bouncing stopped and he shook his head.

                “You’re not stupid Snowflake, but even after that little demonstration I’m still not going to throw a punch.”  He crossed his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you get back to the laundry where you’ll be safe little girl?”  

                WHACK!  Your hand had a mind of its own as it reached out and slapped Simon hard across the cheek. The echo rang across the room. You made contact! It wasn’t a punch, but the slap was hard enough his cheek had turned.  

                “Get out.”  Simon turned his head upright.  The playfulness was gone from his eyes, instead, there was an intense anger, that sent a shiver down your spine.

                This was not the place for a witty remark and your smile faded as you started towards the door.  

                “Not you Snowflake.” He grabbed your upper arm and tugged you backward, turning you to face him in the process.  His eyes locked with yours again and this time you knew you’d gone too far. “Everyone else.  GET OUT!”

                You didn’t look, but the sound of feet shuffling told you the room was cleared.  Simon’s gaze burned into yours, you didn’t want to look, but couldn’t help but steal a glance at the handprint forming on his cheek.  

                “You think this is funny?  This is a game?”  His fingers dug harder into your arm. “People die out there every day.  It’s not just the Walkers were fighting, but intelligent enemies with plans.  Mix the two together and it’s deadly.  Is that what you want?  To risk your life every day?”  

                “Better than wasting away in a laundry room.” You tried to twist away, but he pulled you closer.  

                “I thought you would lose interest, but you keep getting better.”  Simon’s other hand came down and grabbed your chin, tilting it up towards him. “I don’t want you to get better.  I want you to stay in the Sanctuary where it is safe.  Do you understand me?”

                “Fuck you!” You shoved at his chest, but the man barely moved an inch.  You through both of your arms to the sides, hitting his in the process and letting yourself out of his grasp. “I’m not a little girl! Or a snowflake that’s going to fall apart the second I hit the ground!  I deserve the chance to help! I deserve the chance to fight!”  

                You let out a low scream and hurled yourself forward, throwing your shoulder into Simon’s stomach. The movement caught Simon off guard and in a second he was sprawled on his back on the mats.   A surge of pride and victory went through your bones, but it was short lived when his hand reached out and grabbed your wrist.  In a moment you were flipped over, on your back pinned to the mats.  His hands were above your head, holding you down in place, but you weren’t sure he needed to hold them as the weight of his body rested on top of you.  

                “You’re right.”  You ignored him and continued to struggle underneath him, trying to buck him off.  

                “CALM DOWN!”  He squeezed your wrist tighter.  

                You struggling stopped and you forced your body to still, giving your brain a second to catch up.  

                “What did you say?”  There was no way you heard him correctly.

                “I said you’re right.”  His eyes danced between yours, trying to get a read.  “You’re not a little girl or a snowflake ready to break.”

                You didn’t see this coming and felt your body relax even more.  Simon’s weight stayed on your core and his grip on your wrists loosened.

                “You’re MY Snowflake.”  He let out a breath.  “A one-in-a-million person, and honey I’m not even sure there are a million people left alive.  I will die before I let you melt away.”  

                “Wha…”  Before you could get the question out Simon’s lips pressed down hard against yours.  

                His actions were so fast there was no time to think or respond.  His mouth parted and your lips did the same as his tongue pressed against yours.  His kiss was surprisingly soft and you found yourself returning it more eagerly than you expected.  Simon was more like a god to you than an actual person, and you never imagined yourself in a situation like this.  It left you clueless how to respond.  

                His body weight lifted up and one of his hands moved to your hip as he tugged your workout pants down along with your panties. The motion brought you back to reality and you let out a noise and tried to break this kiss.  Simon responded with a grunt and pushed harder against your lips, keeping you in place on the mat as your bottom went to your knees.  His hand started to trace up your thigh when you finally tuned your head to the side, getting free from his mouth.  Simon seemed oblivious to your actions and continued kissing your neck.

                “Wait!” You tried to squirm away, but the position kept you pinned. “Too fast.”  

                “It’s been months of teasing.” Simon nibbled your neck as his hand got closer to your core. “Melt for me.”  

                Your leg was pinned under his, making your legs spread.  You brought your hands to his shoulders and tried to shove him back when his fingers came to your folds.  A gasp escaped your lips that quickly turned into a moan as his thumb found your clit and started rubbing in circles, his fingers moved down your slit to your entrance and slid inside you with ease making the moan increase.  

                “See Snowflake?”  He kissed up your neck until his face was in front of yours again. “Already so wet for me.”

                This was wrong.  You didn’t want to be the man’s plaything, you wanted to be a fighter, a Savior.   But his finger started to pump in and out of you and your body and will was coming undone beneath him.    

                “Stop.”  You weren’t sure the word was audible between your panting.  

                If it was, Simon ignored it as his mouth found yours once again.  His lips and tongue were warm as they swirled against yours.  Your brain started to grow cloudy with need and pleasure.  It had been too long since someone had touched you this way, and you didn’t know if anyone as strong as Simon ever had.  

                “That’s it.”  He started peppering your neck with kisses again.  “Melt for me my Snowflake.”  

                He sensed your resolve weakening as much as you did.  Now was the time to stay strong and crawl out from underneath him, you knew that, but then he increased the pressure on your bud and starting curling his finger inside of you.  Instead of screaming for him to get off of you, your hands wrapped around his biceps and squeezed as your panting and moaning increased.  

                Simon’s tongue darted out and licked your neck, going from clavicle to ear, it was the last thing your body could handle as the waves of pleasure erupted inside of you.   You crumbled underneath him like a mess, your head whipped to the side as his mouth sucked hard on your exposed skin.  His hand didn’t slow down either, prolonging the pleasure from your orgasm, making your toes curl.  

                When he pulled his hand away your head was swimming and the realization of how wrong this all was tried to force its way back to the forefront of your brain.  You looked up and Simon was on top of you.  He looked between both of your bodies and you felt a pressure at your hole. With a heavy head, you looked up to see his cock about to spear you, making your heart race.  You dropped back down and touched your hands to his chest, shaking your head no.  

                “Shhhh.”  Simon leaned down and kissed your lips.  “Do you really want me to stop?”  

                The hand that was fisting the base of his cock dropped and his thumb found your clit again.  He pressed down and started to rub causing you to squeal underneath him as an aftershock of pleasure rocked through you.   Your hands grabbed on to his muscled arms again as you whimpered.  

                “Do you want me to stop Snowflake?”  Simon’s eyes looked evil above you, but not as evil as his hand was between your legs, rubbing you into submission.  

                The feelings in your body only added to the confusion in your brain and there was no way you could form a response.  

                “That’s what I thought.”  His tongue flicked out and licked his lips as he flexed his hips forward and started the slide inside your wet tunnel.  

                He filled you instantly.  When he made it to the hilt you thought you might burst and struggled to catch your breath as you held onto his shoulders.  His thumb continued to rub your clit as he started pulling out and sliding back inside.  You became aware of just how wet you were by the fact his movements were so easy.  

                It didn’t take long until the both of you were panting. His thrusts become rougher and more powerful.  Each time he was fully inside of you he felt bigger than before.

                “Cum for me one more time Snowflake.” Simon bit down on your neck.  “I want to watch your face as you scream around my cock.”  

                As if he were your master your orgasm spasmed at his words. Your muscles clenched down around him, making him feel even bigger than he was.  You were certain inhuman sounds were coming from your mouth, but the ringing in your ears made it impossible to hear.  

                “Fuck Snowflake,”  Simon grunted and thrust inside of you, exploding his white foam into your womb.  

                “Wait.” You tried to push him off, but your muscles were spent. “Don’t want to get pregnant.”  

                “Well, I want you to.”  Simon nibbled your ear. “You’re my one in a million and I’m never letting you go.”  

                Simon’s cock continued to twitch inside of you and his words sent another chill down your spine.   You didn’t know if it was the haze from the orgasm or the way he seemed to possess you, but right now that sounded better than anything on the planet.  Maybe you were Simon’s one-in-a-million, maybe you were his snowflake.          

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[lucifers-trash-stash]

Hot Chocolate

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a fic, so I’m excited to post my entry for @simons-thirst-squad Simon’s Advent Calendar Day 18: Hot Chocolate. Also big thanks to @genevievedarcygranger for betaing this fic for me and being all around awesome and supportive <3

Word Count: 1283

Warnings: Sugar sweet fluff

A violent shudder passed through your body from the cold. You shifted the weight between your feet in quick succession, hoping that the movement would help warm you up. If anyone was watching you right now, they’d probably think you were dancing. At this point, you were so cold that you didn’t care if you were seen.

Late night fence duty was always rough, but even more so now that the cold weather was setting in. The only sounds during the night you could hear was the sound of the walkers and the chattering of your own teeth. Luckily you had gotten warm socks, boots, and a heavier jacket from commissary to try to solve this issue, but it was still downright freezing at night. What you wouldn’t give to have a pair of hand warmers to keep your fingers from trembling.

“Looking a bit frosty over there,” a voice called out behind you. You jerked your head around at the source, ready to give them hell for teasing you. After seeing it was only Simon walking up to you, you relaxed a bit.

There was something about Simon that could never make you upset at his teasing. Maybe it was because you know he never meant it in a mean spirited way like the other Saviors sometimes did. He seemed to have a sixth sense for knowing when people needed to be cheered up, and you were thankful for it. Of course there was a part of you that found him handsome, but his cheery disposition always won you over every time.

“So you decided to come out and freeze with me too? You’re really taking a bullet for me,” you said with a smile.

“What can I say, I’m a glutton for punishment,” Simon said with a grin. “Besides, I come bearing gifts.” You hadn’t noticed what he was holding when he walked up to you, but when he lifted up two travel mugs you couldn’t help but let a wide grin spread over your face.

“Ohhhh coffee, for me?” you asked as you reached out for one of the mugs.

“Not coffee, hot chocolate. Hot chocolate is just better tasting this time of year. ‘Tis the season and all,” Simon said as he clinked his mug against yours.

You smiled and took a sip, relishing in the rich chocolate flavor on your tongue. Your hands were finally starting to warm up a little from holding the mug. The warmth began to flow over you now, in a way that only a hot beverage on a cold day could. It reminded you of the holidays before all of this, when you would curl up under the blankets on the sofa with a warm mug of whatever you wanted that day and glancing out at the falling snow between turning pages of the book you were reading that afternoon. You really missed it all.

Your gaze turned back to Simon as he let out a satisfied and dramatic “ahhhh” after taking a sip. There was a part of you that wished you could stand just a little bit closer to him. Something about the moment just set your heart aflutter. You were always interested in him, and this moment seemed almost too romantic to pass up. But what would you even say? What if he was just being friendly and didn’t want to pursue anything?

“The only thing that would make this better is if we could use milk instead of water,” Simon mused as he took another sip.

Torn away from your thoughts, you tilted your head down and took another sip. “Oh definitely, it’s a lot creamier that way. I miss a lot of food,” you lamented.

“What kind?”

“Pretty sure the universal answer is pizza,” you said, Simon softly chuckling beside you. “Tacos too. And I doubt we can find any oranges or pineapples around here.”

It took you a moment to notice as you were rambling on that you and Simon had somehow moved closer together as the conversation went on. Your shoulder brushed against his arm slightly, and you felt self conscious of his presence all over again. He was probably being friendly to you and he didn’t have any deeper feelings. Even as you told yourself this, you couldn’t move away from him. Even in the cold you could feel the warmth radiating from his body and personality.

You couldn’t help the shiver that went through you again, as you were just standing still and talking instead of moving around. Without meaning to, you bumped Simon’s arm with yours as you shuddered.

Before you could apologize to him, Simon suddenly cupped your cheek with his free hand, his palm practically covering your face. Your breath froze in your throat, unsure of how to respond. If anything, your cheeks began to heat up at the contact.

“Shit honey, you’re practically freezing,” Simon said. His thumb brushed along your skin gently before his expression changed to an apologetic one. He took his hand away and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, that’s probably too much, isn’t it? You probably think it’s kind of weird and out of nowhere,” he added with a laugh.

You smiled shyly and chuckled. “Simon, I don’t find it weird at all. I, uh, actually liked it,” you said. Something about his confident action in the moment made you want to try to go for it. Let him know you were open to whatever he felt for you.

He hesitated briefly, staring into your face as if trying to read you. It was this moment that you really got a chance to stare into his eyes, his warm brown eyes, as dark as the hot chocolate the two of you were drinking. There was a part of you that found it funny that the heat of the cup in your hand couldn’t match the feeling that Simon’s gaze made you experience right now.

The hand that Simon held his hot chocolate in wrapped around you slowly, as if giving you the chance to change your mind. You smiled and leaned into his chest to urge him further. It was almost cute seeing Simon acting a little shy himself. Taking your cue, his free hand cupped your chin again, spreading warm tingling sensations across your cheek.

Simon dipped down, grazing his lips against yours softly before pressing on. You found your free hand reaching up to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. His lips still tasted of hot chocolate, and you wanted to savor it all. His kisses were firm, confident, and yet sweet and tender all at once. Not only that, but his mustache was rather soft, tickling you gently as if trying to get your attention too.

The two of you parted for a brief moment to catch your breath, which had turned into visible puffs in the air. Unsure of where to go from here, the two of you simply watched each other’s expressions, trying to gage your next moves.

Simon suddenly grinned, making you smile in response. “Wow!” he said, making you burst into giggles. He pretended to pout for a moment before saying, “I’m serious! You’re incredible.”

“You’re such a goof,” you said, blushing a little. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Really now?” Simon said, his eyebrow quirking up. “If that’s the case, then maybe after your shift we could warm up with some more hot chocolate. If that’s alright with you.”

“I couldn’t think of a better person to warm up with than you, Simon,” you said before standing on your tiptoes just to capture his lips again.

One more kiss could never hurt.

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A Woolly Hat

Written for @simons-thirst-squad’s  Simon’s Advent Calendar Challenge

Prompt-Woolly Hat

SimonxReader

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It all started with a package left outside his room.  Simon had a rough day, and was ready to call it a night.  Although keeping track of the days, it was generally believed to be near the middle of December.

And if the weather was any indication, it was shaping up to be a cold winter.  Even the hot water afforded to the citizens of the Sanctuary didn’t seem to be enough to fully warm him up.  He kept his towel around his neck, using it as a makeshift scarf to keep in what little warmth the shower had given him.    

So when he saw a bag hanging from the door to his room, Simon was a little confused.  He glanced up and down the hallway, seeing if whoever had left the package was still around.  The dark hallway was empty and quiet, only the ever present hum of machines reverberated through the building.  It was after curfew after all.

Seeing no one, he grabbed the bag and entered his room. He hung his towel up and turned the gift bag over in his hands.  There was no note on the outside, so he assumed it was for him and opened the bag.  Inside was a pair of gloves.  As he examined them, he saw that they were handmade.  The knitted stitches were even and tight, but did not have the appearance of a pair made by machine.   The yarn was smooth, dark blue with brown accents.

When he tried them on, they fit well, keeping his hands warm while still allowing for movement.  Each stitch flexed easily, but stayed snug against his skin.  He pawed through the rest of the bag, but there was no note explaining the gift or who it was from.

Simon yawned, the events of the day catching up with him. Giving the gloves one more look, he removed them and set them down on his desk.  He’d worry about the mystery gift tomorrow.  The comfort of his warm bed beckoned to him, and the fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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The next few days passed without incident.  Simon was thankful for the new gloves that had appeared at his door. His old pair had gotten ragged, allowing wisps of cold air to stiffen his fingers.  Now his hands stayed warm and decidedly not stiff.

While walking with Negan one morning to survey the supply trucks that had returned that morning, the aforementioned boss zeroed in on the new addition to Simon’s wardrobe.

“Pretty fancy gloves you got there, Simon,” Negan said offhand.

Simon flexed his hands.

“Yeah, pretty nice,” he said simply.

“Where’d ya get them? Looks homemade.”

Simon shrugged.

“Got left at my door.”

Negan’s eyes lit up and his mouth split into a shit eating grin.

“Oh ho, does Simon have a secret admirer?”

Simon internally groaned. Negan may be king dick in charge, but he could be like a gossipping soccer mom when he wanted.

“I don’t know about that. Probably a thank you gift from someone. The people love their Saviors,” he evaded.

Negan didn’t want to let the matter drop.  After all, needling people was one of his favorite past times. Negan liked to think he was a pretty fair guy, so even his second-in-command was not safe from this activity.

“Wonder if she’s cute? I know there is till some prime wife material running around,” he mused out loud.

When Simon only hmm’d in response, Negan shook his head.

“What’s the matter? Don’t want a little lady to come home to?  Knitting you socks? Shit, that sounds nice.  Wonder what else she could knit?” Negan trailed off as he let his mind wander.

Simon thought about Negan's words.  He had a few companions since the world fell, and never more than a night. It was all stress relief, more like mutual masturbation than anything including feelings.  In the beginning, the world was unstable, too unstable to pursue anything of merit.  Even now, with the security of Sanctuary, the idea of having something serious with someone seemed farfetched.

Simon was broken from his thoughts when Negan’s hand came down abruptly on his shoulder.

“Or… it could be a guy,” Negan said, raising his brows exaggeratedly.

Simon’s groans were audible this time, and Negan laughed at his reaction.  The mustached man cut his eyes to his leader in annoyance.

“What? No judgements here,” Negan said twirling Lucille before raising his hands in a defensive shrug.

A shout drew the pair’s attention, and Simon was thankful for the interruption. Negan gave Simon a wink.

“Enough gossiping, apparently some assholes can’t do their jobs properly. Let’s get to work.”

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A few days later, another gift was left. Simon opened the bag quickly, and found a chunky knit cowl scarf folded neatly at the bottom.

This time, there was a note. He unfolded the scrap of paper, and smiled at the words written in a delicate script.

Glad the gloves fit.  Stay warm.

Simon fingered the soft yarn.  This time it was a dark grey. Instead of hanging, the ends of the scarf would button under his chin. It was as if the maker made it specifically with Simon’s job in mind. A dark color and no dangling bits for a walker to grab ahold of.

Negan once had a slight mishap when a walker grabbed his scarf from behind.  After that, Negan made sure his trademark red scarf was tucked securely into his jacket.

Simon scoured the note, looking for any clue as to who had written it. The handwriting, he guessed, could be seen as feminine.  The message itself was written on a random scrap of paper.  No hints as to the identity of the person to be found.

As he held the gift in his hand, he was surprised that a literal lightbulb didn’t appear over his head.

The Marketplace. If they were getting yarn, it would have either been a perk from scavenging or bought with points.  As far as he knew, none of the Saviors had a talent for knitting, so it had to be a worker.  Plan and gift in hand, he headed to the communal area of the factory.

Despite the early hour, there were still people picking over organic pickles, new clothes, and other sundries. Simon nodded to several workers before coming to a stop in front of Shirley.  She was in charge of deducting points for purchases and keeping the marketplace in some semblance of order.

Simon gave the octogenarian a winning smile as he leaned on her desk.

“Good morning sunshine.”

The older woman was living proof that the 80s were the new 60s.  She had survived the initial outbreak alone in her house, shot gun in hand.  When they had found her, Negan loved her no nonsense attitude when she berated them for wearing dirty boots inside her house.  And now she ruled the Marketplace with an iron fist.

“Cut the baloney Simon,” she said dryly, not looking up from her ledgers.

“You wound me,” Simon said dramatically, clutching his hand to his chest.

Shirley sighed and looked at Simon, lowering her glasses to put the full force of her glare on him unhindered.

“What do you want?”

Simon produced the gloves and cowl, setting them on top of her books.

“You sell any yarn lately? Knitting supplies?”

Shirley furrowed her brows.

“Not too many people waste their points on craft supplies,” she said examining the items.

“Though these are pretty nice. They’d be good sellers.”

She looked back up at Simon who was looking at her expectantly.

“A name?”

Shirley held out her hand expectantly, raising a brow.  Simon sighed.

“Aw, c’mon Shirl.  We can call it a Christmas gift for your favorite Savior.”

She pursed her lips and flipped through her ledger.

“You find me a bottle of wine. Nice stuff, off the books.”

“Yes ma’am,” Simon agreed quickly.

As Shirley scanned the pages, she found the entry she was looking for and wrote down the details of the purchase.

She handed Simon the information, jerking it back when he reached for it.

“A red, preferably Cabernet.  A shiraz will do if you can’t find one.  Not a pussy Merlot.”

“You got it,” he said, thinking of the wine surplus that the Saviors had squirreled away.

Shirley gave him a long look before handing over the paper.

“Be nice to her. If I hear anything untoward, I will display your balls right here on my desk.”

Simon gave her a reassuring nod, while his balls seemed to climb back up into his body at her words.

“Now scat so I can get back to work.”

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You sat in one of the greenhouses, knitting needles clacking between your fingers.  The woolly hat you were working on was coming together quickly.  Sure, a loom would be faster, but in your opinion, not as well made.

You had spent the last bit of your surplus points on the new yarn. It was thicker and a higher quality than your previous finds. It was perfect for a toboggan for a certain Savior.  

Elsie, one of the other women working in the gardens had tried to convince you to just give Simon the gifts, rather than leave them for him to find.  But you couldn’t.  You fucked up your first and only meaningful interaction with the mustached Savior, and still felt embarrassed months later.

A shadow fell over you, and you nearly jumped to your feet.  You scrambled to gather your things.

“Sorry Marv, I didn’t realize my break was over,” you said hastily, keeping your eyes down to not draw the ire of your boss.

A hand, slimmer than Marv’s, reached down to pluck the half finished hat out of your hand.

“This gonna be for me too?” a familiar voice asked.

You looked up to see Simon studying the hat’s stitches, careful to not let your hard work unravel.

“What?” you squeaked, not mentally nor physically prepared to see the object of your affection standing next to you, let alone talking to you.

“Your name is (Y/N), right?  Work in the green houses. I asked around,” he said, still looking at the hat.

You chewed your lip, running through all the possible scenarios that could take place.  All seemed to point to disaster.

Simon picked up on your unease and knelt next to you.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya.  Just wanted to say thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said softly, keeping your eyes to the ground, hoping your hair camouflaged your red face.

A warm hand cupped your chin and brought your eyes up to meet his.

“So what reason does a pretty gal like you have for giving an old man like me gifts?” he asked, giving you a smile.

“I wanted to say… thank you. You probably don’t remember, but you offered me gelato on my first day here,” you explained hesitantly, not wanting to revisit your embarrassing first meeting with him.

Simon’s eyes widened when he remembered the event.

“You ran away from me.  Negan busted my balls for days after that.  Said my mustache scared you off,” he said, laughing at the memory.

His laugh was infectious, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly.

“It wasn’t your mustache. I like it.  You just took me off guard. I didn’t expect to draw the attention of the right hand man of Negan,” you explained through your laughter.

“You say that, but you are still laughing. I’m not sure if I believe you,” Simon said, mock pouting.

“I do, I do,” you promised.

Simon looked at you unconvinced.

“Prove it.  Meet me for gelato, tonight after dinner.  For real this time, no running.”

You felt your face heat up, but found yourself nodding at his request.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you said.

Simon smiled, and stood up, offering a hand to help you up.  It was then you noticed he was wearing your gloves, and the cowl you had made him.

You took his hand, and he helped you up easily.  After standing, he kept a hold of your hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“See you tonight,” he said, bringing your cold fingers up to his mouth to place a kiss on the tips.

You nodded, liking the way his mustache brushed against your skin.

“Tonight.”

[crohno]

❝ Don’t laugh, actually turns out there’s more money in peace than in war. ❞

Steven Ogg  -  Rush.

[thespritepepsi]

So, what? You fuckers haven't written a neganXsimon fic yet?

[pedroscurls]

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 29.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Reality

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18. - Part 19. - Part 20. - Part 21. - Part 22. - Part 23. - Part 24. - Part 25. - Part 26. - Part 27. - Part 28.

Character(s): Negan, Simon, and Reader Summary: Reality settles in. Word Count: 1,434 Warning: Foul language. Author’s Note: Wow. Hi guys. Long ass hiatus, but I’m back and determined to finish this story. Not sure if anyone still reads this, but here we go.

Negan didn’t know how this situation was going to play out. He was fuming with anger. He wanted every single one of his wives to pay, but he had an idea where you were coming from. He still had an image to uphold. He was still a merciless leader. He still had a community to lead. Killing his wives without giving reason to the rest of his people would put a target on your back and neither Simon nor Negan wanted that.

“I’m not sure what to fucking do, Simon.”

“It may sound crazy, but maybe making [Y/N] a Savior will help. I already know I want to kill those girls, but it isn’t up to me.”

Negan arched a brow. “And how the fuck is making [Y/N] a Savior supposed to do any good? You saw how she was back there with Frankie. She wouldn’t last a day out these walls.”

“You kill your wives and [Y/N] has a target on her back. Simple. Make her a Savior… No target at all.” Simon ran his hand over his face. Why couldn’t things just be simple for once? You were their gateway to an old world, a glimpse of what used to be, a sense of normalcy… Negan and Simon were too focused on you that they had forgotten their roles in this new world. They needed to make a point with you. And they needed to do it soon.

You were having mixed emotions. You knew you had to kill Frankie. It was either her or you, but you needed to wake up. Your morals and trying to be the “good person” were going to end up getting you killed sooner or later. If you hadn’t killed Frankie, you were sure you would have been dead by now. You had realized that being with Negan and Simon had given you such a feeling of the old world that you seemed to forget what kind of twisted and fucked up world it was now. Killing was inevitable if it meant surviving.

Then you thought back to what Dwight mentioned. So many people outside of these walls wanted Negan dead and from the sounds of it, there was a possibility that it could happen.

And you were going to do everything in your power to prevent that from happening, even if that meant putting your life on the line.

You walked into Negan’s room. It was odd to be here when he wasn’t. The dark colored walls. The large bed covered neatly with grey sheets. You remember the few nights spent on this bed and a blush appeared on your cheeks. However, you were broken out of your reverie when you hear the door open. You didn’t need to look up to know that it was Negan and Simon.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” Simon grinned. This wasn’t a friendly visit though and they could tell by the look in your eyes.

“What do we owe this visit? Most importantly, why the fuck are you not resting?” Negan placed Lucille against the bed. You looked over at the barbed-wire laced baseball bat and remembered the night where he smashed two people’s skulls in. You wondered if that group was one of many who wanted Negan and his men dead. You could imagine it was possible. The look of defeat and helplessness on their faces. You felt sympathy. You wanted to stop everything from happening that night, but you were held back Simon. It was that night that made you realize the Negan and Simon you remembered were just a distant memory.

“You can’t kill them,” you blurted. “Sherry, Amber… You can’t.” You moved to sit on the leather coach and looked up at both men. Oh, how you wished the old world never ended. It was time to stop sitting around and acting like the world outside these walls weren’t going to catch up to you.

“And why the fuck not? They were going to kill you and you want me to fucking spare them?” Negan followed you. You could see the irritation in his dark orbs. There was no lust behind it. No need to have you bent over or legs spread wide for him. No, the look in his eyes was threatening, challenging, and you were afraid.

“The world’s changed. You can’t trust anyone. You can’t save everyone,” Simon added.

You weren’t listening. All you could think about, all you could imagine was losing the two men that meant the world to you. The two men that had declared their love for you.

“Who gets to decide who is worth saving then?” You asked.

“They tried to fucking kill you!” Negan yelled. You flinched and for a brief moment, a flash of regret crossed Negan’s eyes. “I’m sorry for fucking yelling, doll, but are you even listening to yourself?”

“If you kill them because of me, you’re not only putting a target on my back, but you’re putting yourself and Simon in a very vulnerable position,” you reasoned. You needed them to understand where you were coming from, but it was hard when the two men standing in front of you were stubborn as hell.

“What is that supposed to mean, [Y/N]?” Simon sat across from you. His brow furrowed. He looked at you, trying to get a read on you, but he couldn’t. Your walls were up. You weren’t showing any emotion and for once, you felt unreachable. They couldn’t get through to you.

“If people find out that you killed your wives because of me, because of one person, then all of a sudden, the image of you being fearless, merciless… It goes away. Poof. Just like that. You become human. A person with feelings. A person that cares, that loves… Once you kill them, you can’t take that back,” you reasoned.

Negan sighed. You made a point. He had worked so hard to uphold his image and so many people in the Sanctuary feared him for it. He sat next to Simon and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. You glanced between both men. They couldn’t take their eyes off you and not because they wanted you in this particular moment, but because they were afraid that if they looked away, you would be gone.

“What the hell do you propose we do then? This cannot go unpunished. You know that. I know that. They know that,” Negan said.

Simon glanced over at him. He didn’t want to be in Negan’s position but being his right-hand man meant helping him solve any issues that came up.

“Let me go,” you whispered.

Both men’s eyes widened. They were about to yell until you reached over and placed a hand on top of theirs.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay. If they know that I’m gone, there is no threat to you, no threat to me… Things will go back to normal.” Tears stung your eyes. You knew what you needed to do. You had to leave in order to reason with the other communities. You didn’t know if you could trust Dwight, but if it meant possibly saving Negan and Simon’s lives, then you were going to take that risk.

“We are not letting you out these fucking walls!”

“Not a chance, [Y/N]. You have really lost your shit if you think we are going to allow that,” Simon added.

“Give me a walkie. Give me a few supplies. I can make it out there on my own. Trust me.” You looked into their eyes, trying to reason with them. It wasn’t going to be forever, but it was going to be awhile.

“No.” Negan stood up and stared at you, his jaw clenching tightly from frustration. “I fucking lost you once and I’m not losing you again.”

“[Y/N]…” Simon sighed, gripping your hand and running his thumb across your knuckles. “What the hell has gotten into you?”

“If you really loved me like you both said you did, you would let me go.”

Negan hadn’t said any words. His back was facing you and he walked towards his bat, gripping the end of it tightly. He was going to kill his wives whether you liked it or not.

“Last I checked, doll, you are not the one in fucking charge here.”

You stood up and threw your hands in the air. It was a long shot, but you were going to take it.

“Would you give up everything for me? Would you both leave this place with me? Just the three of us?”

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Love Bites Chp. 8

Summary: Negan falls back into his depression and Y/N is eaten up by the last encounter with Negan

Warnings: smut, swearing, angst, fluff, non apocalyptic AU

Negan wallowed in his own depression as he kept replaying his stupid as fuck decision. He had resorted to drinking and emptied out a bottle of whiskey nearly every night. His guilt filed the pit of his stomach and yet the kiss was absolutely amazing. Y/N was like a drug to him and just that small taste had him more hooked onto her. He imagined what could’ve happened if she didn’t pull away from him. Too many scenarios ran throughout his head. He cursed himself and sipped at his bottle to empty out his head. Soon he slipped into sleep on the floor of his living room.

-

Simon held Y/N in his arms while she read through a book. After the fight they had it’s kind of helped there relationship. Mostly with much better communication and Y/N showing way more love toward Simon. The love she felt he deserved after putting up with her and Negan’s drama. The name hasn’t left her mouth the past couple weeks. Although their kiss was hard to forget and how she would curse herself when she recalled the not so awful event. Simon was still hanging out with Negan and being like usual “bros”. But everytime he went out with Negan, he invited Y/N. But the answer was always no. He wouldn’t push it and just did whatever with him.

“Hey babe.”

“Yes?”

“You wanna come out with us tonight?”

“No, I’m fine here.”

“You sure? I mean it’s just you’ve been all cooped up inside.”

“Yes I’m fine. Go have fun.”

Simon shrugged it off and got off the couch to start getting dressed. Before he left, he gave Y/N a quick kiss.

-

“Hey man it’s Simon. Open the fuck up!”

Simon said as knocking on the door wasn’t working. He was questioning what was going on especially because he saw Negan’s bike. Still continuing to knock and even called multiple times but got sent straight to voicemail.

“Fuck.” He breathed out and searched for the spare key in his mailbox. Rushing to unlock his door and looking around to see empty whiskey bottles on the ground. Simon cursed and frantically looked up to see Negan lying unconscious on his couch loosely holding a bottle in his hand.

“Hey man. Wake up.”

Simon knelt in front of the couch and shook his body. Negan wasn’t responding to him at all. He even resorted to slapping him with all his strength.

“Fuck you! You better wake up Negan.”

Simon grasped the collar of his shirt and tossed the bottle into the trash. He stretched his arms and did his best to sit him up.

“C’mon man, work with me.”

Simon tried thinking of what to do, so he brought the other man onto his back. People gave him weird looks and he snapped at the pedestrians to fuck off and mind their business. He didn’t know what to do but drive him to the hospital. Simon did his best to carry him into the ER and immediately nurses came to his aid.

-

Y/N was felt like she was loosing her mind when Simon called, what the fuck happened to Negan? Her car was zooming past various cars and possibly breaking many traffic laws. This was so scary. Y/N arrived and saw Simon sitting in the waiting area, shaking his leg anxiously.

“Is he okay?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m waiting to see him at the moment.”

“I’ll see if we’re allowed real quick.”

Making her way over to the desk and waiting for nurses to assist.

“Can I help you ma’am?”

“Yes, I’m wanting to see Negan Smith.”

“Are you family?”

“No, but me and my boyfriend are good friends.”

“Then I’m afriad you can’t see him.”

“I don’t care. We’re all he’s got. So you better let us see him.”

The nurse just cut her eyes at Y/N before giving her a room number. She then motioned for Simon to follow behind her. They both see Negan’s eyes barely open and an IV hooked in his arm.

“Oh my goodness. Are you okay?”

Y/N rushed over to his side and held his hand. Simon felt a twinge of jealousy but didn’t let it take over.

“I’m fucking fine.”

“What did the doctor say?”

“Just dehydration and to cut back on my drinking.”

“Drinking?”

“Yeah, I found him and the several empty bottles.”

She stayed silent and squeezed his hand tightly. Simon ran a hand over his face and went to grab a coffee. That left her alone with Negan.

“Why are you drinking so much?”

Negan turned his head away from her and bit his lip. He didn’t want to admit his feelings for her. But her persistence pushed him.

“Please talk to me. I know that kiss happened but I still care for you Negan.”

“Fine. Fuck.”

He sighed and adjusted himself to sit up straight. His head hurt from the pain of moving a bit too fast.

“You really wanna know?”

“Of course I do.”

“I’m in love with you.”

Y/N stood still and felt her heart drop into her stomach. Not only was she shocked but Negan looked over to see Simon standing in the doorway.

[collette04]

Just sharing the Simon love….

@simons-thirst-squad