#like guinely was confused when someone mentioned their wife and then found out they were a man…..

[dearestpiers]

whenever i see someone refer to their wife i just assume they are a woman and a lesbian and when someone refers to their husband i assume they are a woman. i’m just so women pilled i guess

[redheadedwhat]

Visitation - Final Chapter

This is the fourth and final chapter of ‘Visitation’! Thank you to everyone who has read/liked/reblogged/etc! This is the first thing I have written in awhile and it was always meant to be a short story, but there may be a few related one-shots down the line if people seem interested. Much thanks to @kijilinn and @ladylorelitany once again! Part 1 - Part 2 -  Part 3

Title: Visitation

Pairing: Negan x OFC

Rating: SWF (Cursing, Negan Language, Mentions of death, sexual language)

Tallulah visited Negan a handful of times over the next few weeks until her pregnancy had progressed to the point where she could no longer safely get down the stairs. She spent most of her visits catching up and giving him some much needed human contact, but they all ended the same way: with her badgering him to admit that the baby was his and him shutting down completely. Her last visit was different, though. Maybe it was her maternal instincts kicking in or the fact that she had pretty much made peace with the thought of dying, but she didn’t want to fight with him anymore. That visit was short and sweet, just consisting of her taking his hand and thanking him for all the good things that he had done for her and forgiving him for everything else. For once Negan was speechless. He just stared at her as she reached through the bars to give him a kiss before leaving without another word. The next few weeks she was mostly bed bound, preparing to bring her child into the world before she left it. She was ready for death. 

Except she didn’t die. She went through an agonizing labor, wondering the whole time when her body would finally give out so they could just cut the kid out of her already, but she successfully gave birth the old fashioned way, just like great granny Molly McDermott, but without the sweet relief of a pint of Guinness to help her along.

She had not prepared for this. Now she had to deal with Negan all over again. Once she had healed up enough to go visit him she made her way down to his basement cell.

“Tallulah, what the fuck?” Negan shot up off of his cot the moment he saw her. “You disappeared for fucking weeks! You acted all fucking weird the last time I saw you and then nothing!”

“Well, I was kinda busy gestating and birthing human life,” Tallulah replied dryly. She could see he had been worried, but he had a shitty way of showing it. “Besides, I had written a letter to be delivered to you, but that was when I thought I was going to die. I didn’t have one written for if I lived.” 

Negan looked at her as if she was speaking a different language. Perhaps some alien language that made your brain explode inside your skull. He was angry and confused, yet somewhat relieved all at the same time.

“You thought you were going to fucking die?” he finally shouted. “You thought having this kid would fucking kill you and you fucking did it anyway?”

“What else was I supposed to do?” she asked, somewhat exasperated. “Besides, I believe the children are our future. We need to teach them well and let them lead the way.”

Negan pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down or at least will away his migraine. “I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

“Yup,” she nodded. “I decided long ago not to walk in anyone’s shadow. If I fail, if I succeed at least i’ll live as I believe.”

“Wait a minute,” Negan looked at her skeptically, noting her little smirk and the devious look in her eyes. “That’s a fucking Whitney Houston song!”

Tallulah broke down laughing. “Your face!” she pointed at him and continued to laugh as he grumbled and shook his head at her.

“I show you a little concern and you make a fucking joke?” Negan finally let himself smile a bit. “I guess that means everything is fucking fine.”

“The baby and I are both fine, Negan.” she smiled at him, wiping her eyes after they teared up from laughing so hard. “I’m sorry you were concerned, I would have come to see you sooner, but you know how difficult it can be for me to get down the stairs. You couldn’t have been imprisoned on the ground floor?”

“I’ll try harder next time,” he deadpanned. Now that he knew both she and the child were alive and well he couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have the baby with her. As much as he tried to ignore it he found himself asking, “So where’s the kid?”

“I left him with a babysitter,” Tallulah answered simply. “There’s no way I would trust myself to carry him on the stairs at this stage.”

“Him?” Negan perked up a bit. “It’s a boy?”

“Yes. He’s a boy,” she smiled at that. He wasn’t claiming the child as his own, but at least he didn’t seem totally disinterested. “Would you like to meet him? He’s just upstairs.” 

Feeling a bit choked up all of the sudden Negan simply nodded and watched almost nervously as Tallulah called up the stairs for someone to come down. The feeling quickly faded as he saw Rick and Michonne come down, both armed, but with their guns holstered, and the former carrying an infant.

“You let Rick hold the fucking kid, Tallulah? Really?” Negan grumbled. He knew Rick wouldn’t hurt a baby out of spite, but he didn’t like how trusting Tallulah was of the man.

“He has baby experience,” she shrugged, taking the little bundle from Rick’s arms. “Besides, you didn’t think they were going to let me get away with a totally unsupervised visit, did you?”

She had a point there. He had been wondering where the guards were. After the first few visits they had scaled it back a bit, but Negan was never allowed to see Tallulah alone.

“Here he is,” Tallulah announced softly as she brought the child closer to the bars, pulling his little blue blanket away from his face to give Negan a better look. “He kinda looks like you,” she said hopefully. Honestly, the baby just kind of looked like a baby. The little bit of hair he did have was dark, but otherwise he just looked little and squishy like most other newborns. Tallulah had almost been hoping that the kid would have been the spitting image of Negan so he couldn’t argue his paternity. When she noticed Negan still hadn’t spoken she decided to launch into her arguments once again.

“I know he doesn’t look exactly like you, but-“

“He’s mine,” Negan interrupted with a quiet voice. “Of course he’s fucking mine. I always fucking knew that.”

Tallulah wasn’t sure if she was relieved that he was finally admitting it or pissed off that he argued with her that whole time for no reason. Either way, she wasn’t going to get into it right now. She didn’t want to get into a shouting match while holding a newborn and Negan looked like he was about to pass out.

“Can he hold him?” She asked Rick, motioning to the cell with her head. “You can lock me in there with him, I really need to sit soon and it’s just about feeding time anyway.”

Rick was not happy with this request, but he wasn’t surprised. She’d asked him once or twice since the baby was born, but he’d never given her a definitive answer. He’d grown to like Tallulah and trusted that she wasn’t going to do anything to help Negan escape, but he still didn’t trust Negan. He didn’t think the man would take his own wife and baby hostage to try to leverage his freedom, but he still didn’t like the idea.

Rick heaved a put-upon sigh, but finally gave her a short nod. Michonne moved into position, pointing her gun at Negan while Rick moved to unlock the cell door. “If you mess this up you’re never getting any visitation ever again,” he warned the man. “And Michonne will shoot you.”

Negan stepped back, keeping his hands up as Tallulah entered the cell carrying their child. When she was finally locked in with him he let himself relax. “Take a fucking load off,” he said, motioning to his cot.

Tallulah gladly sat down, Negan joining her a moment later, staring at the baby all the while. 

“You ever hold a baby before?” She asked, noticing that he looked practically sick at the thought of being in charge of the tiny child, even for a moment.

“Not fucking really,” he answered, “I pretty much avoided babies at all costs. I don’t want to be responsible for fucking breaking them. They’re too fragile and shit.”

Tallulah was not surprised, but she wasn’t going to let him off that easy. She was going to see to it that Negan held that baby by the end of the day. If it spits up or poops on him, well that’s a bonus. She’d just have to wait until after she fed him when Negan was too distracted by her boobs to argue much.

“So he got a fucking name?” Negan asked after a few moments of silence. “Or have you just been calling him ‘the baby’?”

“His name is Caleb Anthony,” Tallulah replied, lightly stroking his chubby cheek with her finger. “I haven’t decided about his last name, but it’s not like I need to fill out paperwork for him or anything.”

“I don’t get a fucking say?” Negan asked, “What about Negan Jr.?”

“We could have discussed it before he was born, but you spent that time denying that you were the father so I went ahead and thought of a name on my own,” she told him pointedly. “Maybe we can give him your last name.”

Before they could continue the conversation Caleb began to fuss. He didn’t really care about his parents naming negations, he just wanted to eat. Tallulah pulled down the front of her top and got the baby latched pretty easily as Negan watched curiously.

“See? Of course that’s my fucking kid. Goes right for the boobs, just like his old fucking man,” he laughed.

Tallulah rolled her eyes at him. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to breastfeed without Negan making some sort of comment.

“I hope you’re keeping your eyes off her fucking tits over there, Rick,” Negan called out, not bothering to look up from her chest. “Is it weird that this is giving me an erection?”

“Yes.” Tallulah answered him immediately. “Yes, it is.”

“Nah,” Negan laughed, still not looking up from her chest. “It seems like a natural fucking response. I helped make that kid with my fucking warrior sperm,” he reasoned. “Now my busty woman is feeding my kid. It’s like proof of my fucking virility or some shit. It’s primal.”

“Please never mention your ‘warrior sperm’ ever again,” Tallulah was trying not to laugh, but couldn’t help but smile a bit. It was nice to see him acting like the old Negan, even if only for a short while.

“Thank you for setting up these visits, Lulu,” he was a bit quieter now, not wanting anyone else to hear him being almost gentle. “And for convincing Rick to go along with it. You think you could try setting up some fucking conjugal visits?” There it was. As quickly as the glimpse of kindness came it was gone and Negan was back to talking about his dick.

“Absolutely fucking not,” she answered. “I’m never having sex again. My vagina has closed up shop. Do you see the size of this baby?” she motioned to the child still suckling at her breast. “You keep your ‘warrior sperm’ far away from me.” 

“We’ll see,” Negan chuckled, never one to back down from a challenge especially when sex was on the line. “We’ll fucking see.”

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I am so happy that people have been enjoying this story! If you’d like more from Negan and Tallulah let me know! I have a few ideas for other things (both in this universe and stuff that’s unrelated) but nothing fully formed right now. Anyone that wants to help me brainstorm, send me a message! 

As always please feel free to send questions/comments/critiques and thanks for the millionth time for sticking around! 

Special thanks to @blueco16 and @mwesterfeld1985 for being the first two people to ask to be tagged on something I’ve written, ever! I appreciate it so much.

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