#honestly how dare you dirty mother fuckers bring my DEAD WIFE up in your shit show

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

HBO at Daenerys Targaryen’s grave trying to keep people invested in HotD:

[crzcorgi]

Crazy Girl ~ Crazy Life

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV in this, but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language. This chapter delves a bit into Number 6′s past, which isn’t happy, possible triggers including child abuse.

In the last chapter, I mentioned the reader’s childhood dog and how it died from a bite. I changed how it died to better fit the story.

I wanted to get this out so I’m not too sure if it’s good or not, for that I apologize.

2600 words

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  Reader POV

  I woke up and was utterly confused. Where am I?! I went to roll over to sit up and realized I was being held down. What the…?

 I stopped, moving the covers to see someone, Negan. Whoa, I was so out of it I didn’t even remember where I was, some deep sleep shit going on. I laughed out loud.

 “Baby girl? It’s too fucking early, get back here!” Grabbing my waist and pulling me back, I couldn’t help the squeak that escaped me.

 “Ne!!!” I rolled over into his side. “Wow, did I sleep soundly, I woke up and didn’t have a clue where I was, it was freaky!” I tipped my head up at him, kissing his rough lips.

 “Well, baby girl, you are always going to be waking the fuck up with me now.”

 “Is that a threat, Ne?” I smirked at him, winking.

 “Ooh, baby girl being fucking naughty so early in the morning, mmhmmm?” He sat up picking me up and pulling me over his thighs.

 “Negan, don’t!” I tried crawling backwards, but he held me down.

 “Don’t what doll?” He started rubbing my back, moving towards my butt.

 “Neeeegan, I know what you are going to do!” I wiggled my hips, oh god, bad idea! I could feel Negan’s quickly hardening manhood.

 “Oh no no, sweetheart.”  His hand, which was situated on my tailbone, swiftly made its way to my ass, then in-between my legs. “”Whoa, doll, someone is oh so fucking ready for her Daddy, mmhmm?”

 I couldn’t stop the moan escaping from my mouth. “Negan…ohhh!” Negan knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me purr, make me beg for more.

 “Want me to stop, y/n? Too much?” That smirk, that oh so handsome face, goddamn Negan and his goddamn face, his stupid fingers, his fucking charm. Wrap me up, I’m done.

 “No! Not stopping!” I could feel him inserting one, two…god…three fingers… Jesus…i couldn’t keep track, two, three, shit! No, one found its way to my waiting clit. “Oh… FUCK!”

 I scrunched my face into the side of Negan’s thigh, stifling a scream. I tried to control my breathing. “Negan, oh god, Ne.”

 “Feeling good, baby girl?”

 “Uh-huh" I turned to look up, he had brought his fingers up, licking each one like a lollipop, each one making a smacking sound as it left those fucking glorious lips. I could make out a bit of my juices running down his fingers, dripping into his scruffy beard. Fuck!

 “Unfortunately, doll, I have got a fucking meeting in a few. BUT, I do need a shower, and I could certainly use a bit of fucking help. Do you think there is a crazy super hot lady that might like to help me?”

 Rolling off his legs, I sat up, resting on my heels. “You better be teasing me, mister!” I started poking his chest. “Are you?” Smirking, I ran my fingers through his soft chest hair.

 “Well, I only know one crazy super hot lady. Although I do know many super hot ladies.”

 I knew he was joking, he loved to tease me, tease everyone. But something clicked in me, I could feel the tears, sense the shivers, causing me to jump back off of the bed, darting into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

 Negan’s POV

 What the fuck just happened? I was dumbfounded. We just enjoyed a bit of our usual fuckity fun, little bit of joking the fuck around.

 “Doll?” I called out to her as she ran into the bathroom, the bang of the door closing causing the whole fucking room to shake. I got up from the bed heading over to the bathroom.

 “Y/N, what’s the matter? You having some sort of fucking bathroom issues?”

 “Go away, Negan.”

 “Not until I know why you fucking ran away from me. Besides, I need to use the bathroom, remember showering with the crazy super hot lady? Ring a bell doll?”

“Fine!” I heard the lock being unlatched, the door opening quickly, and doll storming out by me, fucking shoving me.

 “Jesus baby girl, since when do you shove me?”

 “What do you expect from a crazy lady, Negan? It’s what you got when you choose me. Maybe you would rather be with the pretty one, or the sexy one, or the one with great tits, or the great ass. Cause you chose wrong bucko. You chose crazy”

 She stormed over to the windows, climbing up onto the sill to sit. Drawing her legs up to her chest, her arms grabbing ahold of them, pulling them tight. She rested her chin on her knees, looking outside, her face tilting towards the sunlight.

 I knew something had happened, something I said? I hadn’t a fucking clue. How was I going to draw it out of her?

 I slowly strode over to her, sitting down in the chair nearest the windows. “Sweetheart?” I tried speaking to her in a quiet voice, as if I was talking to a scared animal. “I’m not sure what happened here, did I do something bad? Was it something I said? I mean, I’m a clueless fucker her, help me out dollface!”

 She sighed, her eyes closed tight. Letting go of her legs, she swung down off the windowsill, walking over to my desk. Grabbing her box she came over and sat across from me, dumping the box out on the table between us.

 “See this? This is the ribbon I wore in my first dance recital, purple was my favorite color. My brother helped me pick it out at the store because my mother was too drunk to take me. She never showed up for the recital. I think she was in Paris with lovely stepfather number one. We fought about it years later, resulting in her calling me crazy for remembering it.

 “I’m sorry doll. Your mother sounds like a real fucking gem.”

 “This here?” She picked up a small stuffed toy. “My dad gave it to me right before he was shipped out. He took my brother and I to the aquarium and I fell in love with the otters, even begging him to buy me one.” She smiled from the memory. “I used to sleep with it, until my second stepfather found it, telling me I was ‘a fucking baby’ and ‘crazy’ and proceeded to throw it in the trash. I cried so hard my brother went outside and dug it out of the trash. He told me to keep it hidden, which I did. But I always kept it close.”

 She was breaking my heart. I knew she had it rough, but Jesus, I never knew how fucking rough.

 “This,” she picked up what looked like a dog collar. “ belonged to my dog, Buddy. I’m not sure why, but didn’t dare question it, but my second or third stepfather, can’t remember which, brought a puppy home for my brother and I. Good lord we loved that guy! He went everywhere with my brother and I, but he slept with me every night. Jack said it was because he was my protector.”

 “What happened to the little guy?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

 She looked over at me, her eyes shining with tears.

 “He was truly was my protector, right up until his end. One night my stepfather came into my room, uninvited. Buddy started growling so he took him by the collar and threw him in the bathroom.”  I could see her shiver.

 “Baby? Want to come sit with me?”

 She slowly stood up from her chair, sidestepping around the table. She sat down on my lap, instantly placing her head on my chest. She sniffed, wiping her eyes.

 Rubbing her back with one hand, I took the other, lightly grabbing her chin, moving her face towards me. “Doll, no need to talk about this anymore. Okay?”

 “It’s okay, Ne…sniff…I want you to understand why I was upset with you earlier.” She stretched up, kissing me. “But thank you for caring.”

 “You know I fucking do, doll.”

 “Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Buddy. So after he threw him in the bathroom, he came over to my bed.” She shivered, turning the collar over and over in her hands. “He said that my mom and him had been fighting and he just wanted to…”

 “Y/N, if you’re going to say what I fucking suspect you’re going say, you better end it with that fuckity fucking fuckhead being dead.”  “He is. Nothing happened, Ne, because when I screamed for Buddy, he took the door off the hinges coming for me. He attacked my stepfather.” She began to cry.

 “Doll.” I pulled her close. “I think this is enough.”

 “I’m okay, Negan. He took Buddy out to our yard and shot him, point-blank. When my mother came home, she asked what happened. I started to tell the truth, my stepfather called me a 'crazy whore’ and my mother ended up blaming me for her marriage ending.”

 I didn’t know what to do, what to say. But I was finally realizing why she was so fucking pissed.

 “This, this was my engagement ring. Yep, I was engaged.” She looked at me as if she thought I would be mad at her.

 “Okay, did you lose him before or after the end? I mean, what fucker would willingly leave you baby?” I kissed her head softly.

 She smiled. “A fucker who finally figured out what he was getting into by agreeing to marry a crazy girl.”

 “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t mean it that way, I was just fucking around with you.”

 “I know Negan, I know. But you have to understand something. I was told from a very early age that I was crazy. Everything I felt, everything I did, was crazy. Nothing was valid, my experiences, my memories, nothing. Calling someone crazy is like invalidating them. I might as well not exist, I’m just taking up space that a not so crazy person could be using.”

 Fuck, I was an idiot. I basically was like every other fuckwad that doll had come across. Jesus.

 “Baby, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we go away? Maybe just for a fucking day, a ride. Maybe stay at one of our outposts. Could even stay at one of our communities. Shit, how about you choose?”

  Reader POV

 I knew Negan was feeling horrible from what I told him, and I was feeling bad for dumping all my “crazy” baggage on him. I took a hold of one of his hands, rubbing the back of his fingers.

 “Ne, I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to verbally vomit all of that on you. It’s just, I’ve never told anyone else any of what I just told you.”

 He squeezed me tight, making me squeak. “Ne! Only you can giggle when I feel like crying.”

 “No, nope, no more crying baby girl. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions.”

 Grabbing my chin, he starting kissing me, his tongue slipping in between my lips. I sucked his tongue in further, circling it with my own. No matter when, no matter where, when Negan kissed me I felt those oh so cliche butterflies. He made me feel special, like I mattered. Like I wasn’t crazy.

We pulled apart, both attempting to catch our breath. “Good fucking god girl, I’m so stiff right now.” He grabbed my hand placing it on his crotch, letting me feel his hardness. I began rubbing it gently, loving the sounds he started making. His gruff groans making me answer back with my own moans.

 “Ne, let me apologize for our shitty morning. Let me make it up to you.” I slipped my fingers into his boxers, running them up and down his hardened shaft.

 Just then there was a knock at the door. “Goddamn fuckity fucking fuck!”

 I reluctantly withdrew my hand from his dick. “Sorry, Ne.”  i gave him a half smile.

 “I’m not through with you yet, doll.” He pointed at me while walking towards the door. “Who the fuck is it? And it better be fucking important.”

 “It’s Simon, we have that meeting?”

 Negan turned to me and whispered “Fuck, I forgot!”

 I giggled, “must be all that blood rushing from your upstairs brain to your downstairs brain.”

 He pointed at me, “fucking trouble!”

 “I’ll be there in a few, just gotta get some fucking pants on.”

 “Okay, boss.”

 Negan strode over to me. I was sure he was going to make me finish what I started. But he picked me up, causing me to giggle. He carried me over to one of the sofas, sitting down carefully.

 “About this morning. I fucked up, baby girl, I really did.”

 “No, you didn’t, I overreacted to an innocent name. You’ve called me crazy before and I never flipped out. This is on me, Ne.” I placed my hand on his cheek, my thumb stroking his scruff. Looking in his eyes I could see he still blamed himself. I knew before the apocalypse he did some not so nice things in regards to his wife. And he has never forgiven himself, and tries to make up for it. With me.

 “Babe, I know being the big mean baddie that you are, you’re going to roll your eyes and ignore me. But please listen, and take it in. You,” I turned in his lap so I was able to take his face in both my hands. “are an admirable man, Negan. You have been through so much, seen so much, no one could understand. Like you’ve said a million times, we’ve all got our own shit to deal with. But you, you’ve dealt with it and come through to help others. Don’t look like that, Ne” I started to feel the tears, “you are my hero, my savior. I think we both know where I was headed before you.”

 “Baby girl, Jesus fuck, I don’t know what to say.”

 “Don’t say anything Negan, just go take your shower before Simon comes a calling again.”

Negan’s POV

 Y/N is the only the second person that has made me cry. I fucking hate it. It’s not who I want to be in this fucking fucked up world.

We both stood up, she turned around to completely face me. Rising on her toes, she put her arms around my neck, her fingers intertwined into my hair. “Remember what I said. Do Not Blame Yourself, got it?”

 “Yes, baby.” I kissed her, one of those sweet little innocent ones, just like her.

 She slapped my ass, “now go!”

 “Yes, ma’am!” I went to the bathroom, turning to look at her. She was picking up some paperwork I had left on the table, straightening it up. How the fuck did I get so lucky with her?

 Maybe I wasn’t such a fucking monster after all. How else would such a pure, innocent like her fall in love with a fucker like me. I needed to stop overthinking and just let it be. She is always reminding me just how much I saved her, how she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me. How much she needs me. I hope she realizes just how much I need her, even if it does fucking scare me.

And I hope she knows that she saved me. She is the true Savior.