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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 8 months ago

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can you pretty please do more maggie greene🙏 literally anything. i am STARVING!!! FOAMING AT THE MOUTH!!!!! ROLLING AROUND IN THE STREET LIKE A RACCOON WITH RABIES!!!!!

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— pairing: maggie greene x fem!plus size reader

— era: modern au/small southern town au

— summary: you were a normal church going girl: you graduated high school with good grades, read the bible and prayed, but that was all shattered by the time you met the brunette enigma by the name of maggie greene.

— warnings: depictions of toxic religious practices, toxic religious small towns, homophobia, internalized homophobia, the reader is lesbian coded but can be read by any wlw :], porn with feelings, sex in a hayloft, kissing, a crazy amount of dirty talk, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, teasing, maggie is a tease, bisexual maggie greene, homosexual sex.

— wc: 3384

⋆ a/n: WOW, so welcome to the 3k religious small-town au of maggie that no one asked for!!! this is deeply inspired by 'once more to see you' by mitski, and honestly i've been stewing on this idea for a while before i actually got the nerve to upload it. in no way am i slandering religious/religions of any kind, and honestly i didn't even give the reader and maggie a specific religion, everything is just kind of vague for imagination purposes.

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A small southern town, a church, a pretty girl, and a predestined bad ending.

You often recall the beginning of the rest of your life. The young woman you had a crush on was peering over at you from the pew next to yours, a playful grin threatening to take over her face when it looked like she had finally gotten your attention.

You remember your face heating, a faint blush spreading from your ears to your cheeks as you quickly looked away. Your hands that were once lightly clasped in prayer tightened, the palms of your hands pressing together with no space left between them. You had gulped nervously before looking back at her again to find that she was still looking at you, intrigue tugged at your gut.

It was temptation, and that was a sin; and yet… you couldn’t really find it within yourself to care. You held her gaze, before allowing yourself to smile at her shyly. The only word you could use to describe her was beaming. She radiated everything that was good, she encompassed the stars and moon in her eyes.

You didn’t know it then, but you’d learn to crave her intense stares, her attention, more than a normal girl in a normal female friendship would. You hated the sickening feeling of jealousy that would encompass you when she’d send that signature playful smile to, well… anyone really.

Your parents approved of her – not in the way you wanted them to – a nice church going girl that wanted to come over so you could read the bible together? Why, she was better than those heathens you called friends (the ones with dyed hairs and outspoken opinions).

In your small town, anyone who spoke out against the narrow-minded ideas of your extremely conservative community were alienated. They were wrong. Sinners. And God forgive those who others perceive as queer.

Now that was the worst sin of all.

Your throat would close up whenever your parents would bring up those “damned queers” and how they’re indoctrinating the poor, fragile minds of the growing youth.

You knew, how could you not know? You knew the way you felt and admired women was different from those around you. Other girls didn’t get the urge to kiss other girls, they didn’t feel that horrible, nasty feeling of lust whenever another woman would even show a mildly suggestive sliver of skin on TV.

Suddenly, dinner didn’t sound that good anymore.

But then there was Maggie. Sweet, beautiful, playful Maggie.

And the devil in disguise.

She wasn’t all she had made herself out to be to those around her; she wasn’t the mild mannered, polite southern girl, she was mischievous, and playful, and… and tempting kind. She was your rock, the one that kept you grounded to the earth when the gravity of your thoughts threatened to take you away to somewhere far away.

She also pulled you out of your comfort zone, daring you to do something you had never even dared to do before. One of those things being sneaking out to the Hayloft of her father’s barn.

It was a smelly old thing, humid and hot and everything wrong with Virginia, but most importantly it was your spot. Something that you shared with her. Even though you will always want more, being there with her was enough. It had to be enough.

You shivered at the warm air that entered your now opened window, which completely contrasted the cold air circulating through your house. Your parents had just gone down not even an hour before, but your mother, bless her heart, was so wine drunk that your father had to whisk her away to save her further mortification due to her drunken rambling.

In a strange way, knowing your mother had her flaws was comforting.

You split out quietly through the gap you had left, though due to the house being old, the thing was fidgety, so you shoved a book through the bottom to keep it open. It didn’t take you long to make it to that signature white wood chipped barn, butterflies swirling around in your gut at the thought of her being there.

“Howdy.” Maggie greeted from the top of the barn.

You jumped in surprise, clutching your chest over your speeding heart.

“Gosh Mags! You scared me! I wasn’t even halfway through the door yet!” You exclaimed quietly, but nevertheless made to climb up the ladder leading to the Hayloft above.

“Sorry hun, jus’ couldn’t wait.”

Ah, the nicknames.

Warm giddiness flowed through your veins as you set your backpack down, pulling out a blanket and a chip bag or two.

“How’d you get these?” Maggie questioned at the sight of the fattening food. You just shrug with a shy smile, “I bought ‘em when I offered to go get the groceries.”

The thing about being a fat girl in a small town is that your mom had to control it, you represented her after all. You were supposed to be the exact reflection of her, and she was most definitely not your size. So your weight was another thing she had to keep in line (aside from your sexual virtue of course.)

“Whew,” She blew out a whistled breath. “Yer growin’ darin’, girl, arent’cha?” You blushed, casting your gaze to the open part of the roof – a hole her father and brother hadn’t been able to patch yet.

It was a clear view of the darkened sky, the stars glaring despite the heat of the night.

“I guess I learned from the best.” You said cheekily. “Real darin’.” She bit back.

The tension was palpable between the two of you, but you could never – couldn’t – allow it to grow, to reach its peak. You looked away first, scrambling to try and act natural as you adjusted yourself on top of the blanket Maggie had already put down. You let the airy blanket you had brought drape over your jean covered crossed legs, almost acting as a barrier between you and your forbidden want.

Your heart was racing and your lungs were aching but God, nothing compared to the pang of longing that shot through you like a bullet had shattered into fragments.

Maggie had allowed you to slip away from her grasp once again, which you were grateful for.

She settled beside you, her own crossed legs bumping into yours, not a sliver of space between you. She had let you go, but not for long. The push and pull was beginning to grow shorter and shorter on her end, it was up to you to keep extending her more length. You had to.

After a beat of silence she said, “You ever dream of gettin’ outta here?”

You look at her, startled. “All the time.” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying.

If she was shocked by your confession, she didn’t say anything. “Why?” Was all she asked. “Because…” Because I always feel like my family’s constantly breathing down my neck, because I feel suffocated, because I can’t truly be who I am without being called an abomination.

Because I love you.

“Because I’ve always wanted to see the city.” You finally say with another half-hearted shrug.

“What if I could take you there?”

“What?” You breathed out in confusion, whipping your head around to look at her with furrowed brows.

“What if I could take you to the city, would you come with me?”

“I…” Yes, you want to say, I’d go anywhere with you. “It’s not good to entertain thoughts like this.” A loaded statement and you know it.

“Oh please, don’t hit me with that bullshit.” She scoffed. “I’m not, I’m being serious! We have our family to think about. We can't just… we can’t just leave. We have a life here, we can… we are growing a life here.” With each other.

“You don’t want that.” She says. It’s a statement not a question. “You don’t want that. I know it and you know it. And trust me, I don’t want whatever future you’re thinking of either.”

“Oh, yeah? And what future am I thinking of that’s so bad that even the big bad Maggie Greene can’t see a way out besides leaving?” You snapped. The question was ugly, and it was meant to hurt.

“The one where we grow old and act like we’re not in love with each other! Where we practically damn ourselves to hell everyday just by seeing each other, and yet we choose to condemn our lives to those with men and children we both would never truly love.” She takes your now trembling hand in hers.

“You’re envisioning a nightmare, and I am imagining a dream. A dream where we’re together in the city in a big, stupid penthouse that we both love, where we can both be free without some bible thumpers knocking at our door telling us that our love is wrong.”

You stare at her with glassy eyes, shined over with tears that threaten to pool over the edges like an unsealed jar.

“Maggie…” Was it a plea? A whimper? A beg? A beg to stop her from getting your hopes up.

“We… we can’t.” The devastation is clear in your voice and you try to pull your hand away but she won’t let you. Her grip tightens, her voice tight. “No, no more. Stop runnin’ away from me, from us. I know yer scared but… but we could do this. Are we not allowed to want this one thing to ourselves? Why can’t we just be a little selfish?”

Your eyelids flutter shut but she knows your resolve is crumbling bit by bit.

“We…” You sob. “We can’t.” It’s weak, even to your own ears. You don’t believe it, not anymore. She was right. Why couldn’t you be selfish? Your whole life you had just given and given and given until you were left wringing out a towel that was already dry.

“We can.” Was all she could say to counter your tears.

The Hayloft was silent, as if the world had heard the confession of two girls in love and captured it, tucking it away to remain safely under the stars, the moon the only one bearing witness to the raw and exposed emotions.

“Maggie?” You said after a short amount of time of her thumb stroking across the soft skin of your knuckles. “Yes, baby?”

“Kiss me?”

Her eyes widened at your request, but she didn’t hesitate to lean in closer, her lips brushing up against yours for a sweet moment.

“I love you.” Maybe you could blame it on being in the heat of the moment, or maybe a slip of the tongue, but no, you were tired of pushing her away, you were tired of running.

It felt like for the past two years you’ve known her all you’ve done is run; run from yourself, run from the expectations of your family, run from the church, run, run, run. You wanted to sit down and enjoy life for one detrimental moment.

“I love you too.” The confession brought a smile to both of your faces before she finally pressed your lips together.

It wasn’t magical, there weren't bells or an explosion of colors behind your eyelids. No, this was her, the warmth of her body, the silent creaking of the old wood under you as she shifted closer into your space, the sound of crickets and frogs making noise in the creek next not even a few feet away hidden by the treeline.

You created this kiss. This was yours and Maggie’s. No one else's.

It was sweet at first, the feeling of heartache being replaced by the indistinguishable emotion that was relief. Pure relief. Relief to finally have her in your arms. To feel her.

Your lips parted in a gasp in order to try and catch your breath, but traced the seam of it with her tongue. You shudder despite the heat. She was pressing against you, like she was trying to shove you back.

“Lay down fer me?” She questions softly. Your stomach twists for a moment in fear before dissipating. This was Maggie. Maggie. Maggie.

You follow her ask, the woman slipping a thigh through your legs so she can balance the other one on the outside of you. Her hand never left its cradling form on your face, the other holding herself up above you.

When the muscle of her tongue finally slipped inside your mouth, that’s when her leg twitches forward, like she was trying to swallow you whole. Her knee brushed against your pant covered heat and you whined.

“Maggie…” You whimper, your hands that are placed timidly on her shoulders tighten a bit, the dull pads of your fingers digging into her shoulder blades.

“How far do you wanna go?”

You knew what she meant.

Sex was already such a taboo subject, but homosexual sex between two women? That was enough to give any old conservative woman a heart attack. You knew you should tell her to stop, to say that kissing and planning your future together was enough, but it wasn’t. Now that you finally allowed yourself to let go, you want everything you’ve deprived yourself of.

“As far as you want.” You confess breathlessly. “No promise I have any idea of what I’m doing but I – but I want everything with you. Whatever you want. I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Her heated expression turned soft before it turned salacious.

“You don’t need to do anything sweetheart, jus’ let me do all the work, ‘kay? Gonna make you feel so good.” She all but purred. “Whatever you want.” You gasped as she placed kisses down the sensitive and unexplored part of your neck.

“Mags no marks…” You moan as she travels lower. “I know what ‘m doin’ sweet girl, stop worrying that pretty little head of yours and let go, yeah?”

You breath hitches at the feeling of her nimble, deft fingers working at the buttons of your jeans, her lips cradled at the shell of your ear. The puff of air sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah.” You agreed easily.

“Good girl.” She cooed and your cheeks bloomed a pretty heat in embarrassment.

Maggie hooks her fingers in the material at your pants and tugs them down your thick thighs, getting caught over the curve of your ass.

“Lift your hips up.” She demands softly, and you eagerly oblige.

She tugs them the rest of the way down, discarding them carelessly off to the side.

“You good?” She questions. “Yes, yeah, yes – please just… please don’t stop.” You all but beg. “I won’t honey, I got you.”

She works your panties down your legs, leaving you exposed to her hungry gaze.

“Don’t stare.” You mumble shyly. “How can I not? You look so pretty.” You huff at the teasing tone in her voice. “Shush.” You bite without any malice, closing your legs to disrupt her view of your soaking cunt.

“Aw, baby, don’t be like that.” She laughs leaning her body into your space to separate your legs with her own body. Her eyes are trained on you and you gulp. “Hi.” You breathe. “Hey yourself.” She giggles.

The tender moment continues when she leans down to join your mouths together softly. You close your eyes and lean into her, arms wrapping loosely around her neck oblivious to the wandering hand that slithers its way between the two of you.

When her fingertips brush against your wet slit you gasp, mouth falling open and inviting to assault as her tongue weaves its way into it again. Your tongues fight for a moment before you submit to hear, tiny whimpers piercing the serene and murky atmosphere.

Maggie’s finger dips into the wetness, searching along before stopping on top of your clit, which she gives an experimental rub against.

“Oh!” You cry out, your hips stuttering. “‘M sensitive.” She coos, continuing now in fast circles. They’re just two finger pads pressed against the bud, but it feels like everything. Your breath gets caught in your throat once more and your eyes flutter shut.

“That feels… so…” You can’t find the words because it feels like your brain is shutting down. “Good, amazing, fantastic?” She lists out through a shit-eating smirk. You can’t find it within yourself to chide her, not when she stops and sinks one of her fingers into your heat.

“Ah – gosh, Maggie!”

“Shh, beautiful girl. I know we're outside but you gotta lower it, alright?”

“Mhm, whatever you want.” You said dazedly. Your head fell back when her thumb began drawing figure-eights on your clit. She laughs fondly, placing a heated kiss on your lips.

“Gonna add another one, ‘kay? It’ll feel a bit weird but I swear it’ll get better.” She warns. “It’s okay, I trust you.” You reassure despite the pleasure cloud in your mind. “Good.”

A second finger slips in, and though it’s a bit uncomfortable it’s quickly overridden by the proper wrist work of her hand. Something coils in your stomach, and it’s so tight and it makes you feel so desperate, like your nerves are on fire.

“Another one.” You demand breathlessly. “I gotta – I need another one. I’m so close and I don’t know – I…”

“Sh, sh, sh. Alright, baby. Three fingers already? Wow, what a good girl, always knew you could take it.” She coos and you tremble. “You’ve thought of me like this?” You ask through pinched brows. “Uh huh. Thought of you when I was alone in my room at night with a hand shoved down my pants, thought of you when those pretty little lips of your spoke or smiled, thought of you when you wore those nice flowing skirts and those tight dresses.” She rambled.

“Could go on and on ‘bout how crazy you make me.”

Her dirty words all but shoved you to your end.

“You ever think ‘bout me?”

“Huh?” You asked intelligently. “You ever thought ‘bout getting fucked by me? Oh, better yet, you ever thought about fucking me?”

“God – Maggie! Yes, yes, I!” It all happened too fast. One moment all of the fantasies of her had crossed your mind; her bare breasts, the taste of her, how she would sound. It was all too much, and you clenched down on her fingers like a vice, but she didn’t seem to mind, only curling them fast against your g-spot, her thumb relentless on its quest to give you a mind blowing orgasm.

“That’s it, get my hand messy, uh huh…” Maggie sounded dazed herself as she watched you squirm and clench and tremble, transfixed on the space between you. Your back arched into her, your own digits tangling in her now sweat soaked hair, drips of the liquid falling on your face.

Maybe any other time you would care, but not when she was deep in you.

You came down with a sigh, back finally flattening from its twisted up position. Your thighs fell apart and her fingers left you, the woman wiping them on the blanket below.

“Holy. Fuck.” Maggie laughed and you couldn’t help but join her, your already burning lungs struggling to contract to the new emotion.

“That was… wow.”

“A little bit better than wow, but I’ll take it.” She teased, falling to lay next to you.

As you came down, you placed your hands over your full stomach, fingers interlacing together as you turned to stare at her. “What about you?” You asked. Your eyes trailed down to the spot between her legs.

“What about me? We’ve always got next time, ya know? In the big city, in a nice plush bed and ac. Maybe even with a few candles lit compared to horse shit.”

You laughed again, but your stomach didn’t curl when she mentioned going to the city together. If anything, it was filled with excitement and hope. Hope hasn’t been something you felt for a long time.

You reached over and gripped her dirty hand.

“I love you, you know?” You questioned quietly into the air.

“Yeah,” She began, lifting to bring your palm up so she could kiss the back of it before letting it fall back on your stomach carelessly.

“I know.”

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darylslittlebitch · 1 month ago

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twd characters showing their jealousy x fem!reader

characters: daryl, rick, negan, carl, glenn and maggie.

writer's note: jealousy hits different, huh? catch ya later with more drama! stay tuned! requests are open ;)

daryl

The last training session with Rick had ended, and although you were still no expert, at least you weren’t wasting as many bullets anymore.

"You’re getting better," Rick commented with a half-smile, crossing his arms as he watched you.

"I still have a lot to learn," you admitted, smiling humbly.

Rick nodded. "All in due time. The important thing is that now you can defend yourself better if you need to."

You thanked him before saying goodbye and walking back. But then you saw him.

Daryl was leaning against a tree, arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes, darkened under the shadow of his bangs, were silently watching you, but there was no need for him to speak for you to know what was going on.

You bit your lip, holding back a smile. Daryl would never admit he was jealous, and there was nothing more endearing than seeing him like this, struggling against his own emotions.

You approached him calmly, as if you hadn’t noticed his attitude. When you were close enough, you slid your hands softly over his chest, trying to relax the tension in his muscles.

"You’ve been avoiding me," you murmured with a touch of feigned drama, leaning in to look him in the eye.

Daryl huffed, looking away. "Don’t say stupid shit."

You let out a little laugh and rested your head against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart. "I missed you."

He took a moment to react, but when he did, his arm slowly slid around your back, pulling you a little closer to him.

"I missed you too," he admitted quietly, as if it was hard for him to let those words out.

You smiled against his shirt. "So, what’s going on?"

Daryl sighed, running a hand over his face before finally looking at you.

"It’s nothing... It’s just that lately you’ve been spending more time with Rick."

There it was. He didn’t say it outright, but the intent was clear.

"Ohhh," you dragged the word out teasingly, bringing a finger to your lips in a thoughtful gesture. "Could it be that someone is... jealous?"

Daryl clicked his tongue and looked away. "Don’t say bullshit."

You chuckled softly, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before hugging him more tightly. "You know you don’t have to compete with anyone, right? My heart only knows your name."

He didn’t respond, but his grip on your waist tightened.

After a few seconds of silence, Daryl spoke with his usual rough tone, but softer than usual. "I wanted to see if you wanted to practice with the crossbow. And after... we could take the bike out for a ride. Like before."

Your smile widened, delighted by the idea. "That sounds perfect."

Daryl nodded, but before you could pull away, he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to your temple in a silent gesture of affection.

rick

The atmosphere in Alexandria grew tense every time Negan showed up with his group of Saviors, as if a dark storm settled over the community, absorbing all sense of security. And today was no exception.

Negan strolled through the area with his characteristic carefree gait, Lucille resting on his shoulder while his eyes scanned everyone with that mocking gaze that made Rick’s blood boil. But the worst part wasn’t the public humiliation, or even him stripping them of their supplies. The worst part was the way Negan spoke to you.

"Well, well, well… if it isn’t my favorite person in this entire damn community," Negan said with that cocky grin when he saw you. His eyes scanned you from head to toe without a hint of subtlety, as if he wanted Rick to notice exactly what he was doing. "How is it that every time I come around, you look even more goddamn gorgeous, huh?"

You didn’t flinch. You knew that any strong reaction would only give him more reasons to continue with his little game.

"It must be the walker blood; Eugene has this theory that it has surprisingly positive properties for the skin," you responded with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, your tone conveying pure coldness and indifference, but without making your displeasure too obvious.

Negan laughed that deep, mocking laugh that made all of Rick’s muscles tense.

"Shit, baby, why do you have to be so goddamn interesting? You know, I was thinking... how about you leave all this misery behind and come to the Sanctuary with me? You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. Food, security... and of course, my irresistible company."

You could feel Rick burning with anger from where he stood. His hands were clenched into fists, but he couldn’t do anything. Not without devastating consequences.

You kept your composure. "As generous as ever, Negan, but I don’t think my presence would be well received among your followers. And I don’t think you’d want to deal with the problems that would cause."

Negan tilted his head, amused. "Problems? Shit, baby! I love problems. And you’re exactly the kind of problem I’d like to have."

Rick let out a heavy breath but said nothing. He couldn’t. Negan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, enjoying the show.

"Well, sweetheart, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." Negan winked at you before turning and heading back to his men.

The group of Saviors left, and the silence that followed was suffocating. Rick remained still, staring at the entrance as if he could still see Negan there.

"Rick," you called softly, but he didn’t respond.

Finally, he let out a long sigh and rubbed his hand across his beard in frustration.

"This is bullshit."

You stepped closer, gently touching his arm. "I know."

Rick clenched his jaw, his eyes meeting yours with an exhausted intensity. "I can’t do anything. I feel… useless. Not just as a leader, but… as a man. I can’t protect this community. I can’t protect you. And he knows it."

"Rick," you said firmly, placing both hands on his shoulders. "You don’t need to protect me from Negan. I know how to handle him. I don’t fall for his provocations, I don’t insult his ego, but I don’t give him what he wants either. He doesn’t scare me."

Rick lowered his head, but you didn’t let him sink further into his dark thoughts.

"Listen to me. You haven’t failed. You keep us alive. You give us hope. And I know it seems impossible right now, but we will find a way out of this."

He nodded, but there was still something in his gaze.

"I’m just worried that one day Negan will go from words to actions," he admitted quietly.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Rick looked at you, frowning, clearly confused.

"What’s so funny?"

"If Negan tried anything more than words with me, I’ll make sure he’ll be without the balls he brags so much about."

Rick blinked, then let out a brief, tired laugh, but a genuine one.

"God, I love you," he murmured, and this time, when he hugged you, he did so with strength, as if in that moment he could regain some of the control Negan had been trying to take from him.

negan

It had been a long day at the Sanctuary. The supplies from the last expedition were still being organized, the workers kept their heads down as they went about their tasks, and you were right in the middle of it all, as always, making sure everything ran smoothly.

At some point in the afternoon, you ran into Dwight, who was supervising the Saviors working in the warehouse. You’d worked with him enough to know his less ruthless side, the one he tried to hide behind his façade of loyalty to Negan. Talking to him was easy, even though life at the Sanctuary was never easy.

So when you made a comment about how tired you were and Dwight, with a half-smile, joked about giving you a special break if it were up to him, you didn’t pay it much attention.

But someone did.

From across the hall, Negan had stopped, watching the interaction with a dark, dangerous look. He didn’t say anything at the time, but the air in the Sanctuary seemed to grow heavier. As soon as Dwight walked away, you noticed Negan was still there, his expression one that only meant trouble.

You ignored him for a while, pretending you hadn’t noticed his intense stare. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it slide that easily.

And you were right.

Later that night, when you returned to the room Negan had assigned you (which was really his room), as soon as you crossed the door, his voice greeted you with the same gravity he always used when he was holding something back.

"So, baby... care to tell me what the hell was that with Dwight boy?"

You turned on your heels, finding him standing by the table, one hand resting on the wooden surface, the other gripping his bat, Lucille. He wasn’t swinging it violently, but the mere fact that he had it in his hands said everything.

You frowned, crossing your arms. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Negan let out a brief, humorless laugh before slowly walking toward you. "Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. I saw it. I saw how he was looking at you, how he dared to joke with you like he had the goddamn right to do it." He leaned in slightly, his eyes burning with jealousy masked as mockery. "Tell me something... has Dwight forgotten his damn place?"

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, please, Negan. It was just a joke. It was nothing."

But Negan didn’t seem convinced.

"Nothing?" His voice dropped lower, almost a deep whisper. "Let me tell you something, baby... nothing is what’ll be left of Dwight if he keeps thinking he can even look at you like that. Because, and listen closely, sweetheart, you only belong to me. Got it?"

Your heart sped up, but not out of fear. There was something about the way Negan reacted, the intensity of his gaze, the way he spoke with that mix of threat and possession. It drove you crazy.

So you decided to play along.

"And what are you going to do about it, Negan?" you asked provocatively, stepping a little closer.

Negan's eyes gleamed with something dark, something primal. He leaned in until his face was mere inches from yours, his warm breath grazing your skin.

"I'm going to remind you," he whispered with a dangerous smile, "why no other son of a bitch can even dream of having you."

His hand grabbed your waist firmly, pulling you harshly toward him. His grip was dominant, demanding your attention, his body radiating heat, the tension between you both turning into a burning fire.

His mouth descended to your ear, his breath brushing your skin as he murmured in his raspy voice, "Tell me, sweetheart... do you like to provoke me?"

You didn’t respond immediately, just proceeded to lick the side of his face as you held his challenging gaze, enjoying how his self-control seemed to crack.

Negan let out a low, dangerous laugh, his long fingers touching the saliva on his skin. "Fuck… you’re a goddamn problem, did you know that?"

Before you could reply, his lips crashed against yours with a force that left you breathless. There was no softness in that kiss, only pure hunger, raw need, and possessiveness. His hands roamed over your back, gripping you as if he wanted to make sure you would never pull away.

He lifted you with ease, making you gasp against his mouth as he carried you to the bed.

"I’m going to make you forget Dwight’s fucking name," he growled against your skin, sliding his lips down your neck. "I’m going to make you think of nothing but me."

His mouth continued its descent, leaving burning marks on every spot it touched. His hands moved over your body with a mix of roughness and devotion, as if he were claiming every inch of you.

And in that moment, you knew Negan fully intended to keep his promise.

carl

Alexandria had always been a refuge for those who managed to reach its gates, but you never imagined that among the new survivors, you would find someone from your past.

Not just anyone. Your ex-boyfriend.

The initial shock was strong, but the apocalypse had already hardened you enough not to be swayed by past emotions. At the end of the day, survival was what mattered, and if he had made it this far, it meant he had something to offer. Rick and the others accepted him into the community after questioning him and making sure he wasn’t a threat.

Carl, however, didn’t say a word.

At first, you thought he simply didn’t care. Carl was like that—always quiet, always analyzing everything from the shadows with that sharp, calculating gaze he had inherited from his father. But as the days passed and you noticed his attitude toward you, you started to suspect there was something more.

Carl didn’t look at you the same way. He didn’t seek your company like before. And when you were with the others, you could feel his presence behind you—always watching, always distant.

But you really noticed it when you were with your ex.

He had adapted quickly, helping where he could and always finding an excuse to spend time with you. It wasn’t surprising—you had shared a history before the world collapsed. You talked about the past, about moments you had almost forgotten. And even though you no longer felt the same way about him, it was a nice reminder that not everything had always been shit.

But Carl didn’t see it that way.

You realized it one afternoon when you were sitting on the porch steps, talking with your ex about old times. You laughed at something he said and, when you looked up, you saw Carl leaning against a wall not far away.

His gaze was dark, cold.

He didn’t do anything, didn’t interrupt, didn’t even try to approach. But the message was clear.

He didn’t like it.

That night, after everyone had gone to rest, you decided to look for him. You found him in the watchtower, standing with his rifle in hand, watching the horizon.

"Are you going to keep acting like an idiot, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?"

Carl didn’t even turn to look at you. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

You climbed the steps and stood beside him, crossing your arms. "Yes, you do. You’ve been acting weird ever since he arrived."

Silence.

Carl clenched his jaw and looked away.

"I don’t trust him," he finally muttered.

You rolled your eyes. "Rick already questioned him. He’s not a threat."

"I don’t mean that," he said, and this time, he did look at you. His eyes were dark, intense. "I mean you."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you hid it well.

Carl set his rifle aside and ran a hand through his hair. "I don’t get why you keep spending so much time with him. He’s your ex."

You looked at him, now fully understanding what was going on.

Carl had hurt you with his silence these past few days because he was jealous.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling. It was strange, but seeing him like this—so serious, so tense… you liked it.

"Carl?"

"What?"

You leaned in slightly. "Are you jealous?"

His expression didn’t change, but you noticed the way his throat moved when he swallowed.

"No."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "God, Carl, you are. You’re completely jealous."

This time, he turned his whole body toward you, frowning. "I’m not jealous. I just think it’s a complete waste of time to talk to someone who clearly only wants one thing from you."

You crossed your arms, enjoying this more with every word he said. "And what exactly does he want from me?"

Carl didn’t answer right away.

Then, in a completely unexpected move, he took a step toward you, closing the distance between you both.

"He wants what’s mine."

The air caught in your throat.

Carl didn’t look away. He stayed silent, waiting for a response, waiting for you to contradict him. But you didn’t.

Because at that moment, you understood something very clearly.

Carl Grimes didn’t fight with empty words. Carl claimed what was his.

And you couldn’t agree more that you were completely his.

glenn

You were focused on cleaning the wound on Abraham’s arm. He had been shot during the last supply run. It wasn’t serious, but it still needed attention.

Glenn was beside you, handing you the medical supplies while you did the more delicate work. It had always been like that with him—teamwork, a perfect sync.

Abraham, on the other hand, seemed more entertained by something else. Or rather, by you.

"You know, doll, if all nurses were as pretty as you, I might just let myself get shot more often."

You let out a small laugh and shook your head, not taking the comment seriously. "That sounds like a terrible survival strategy."

Abraham smirked with his usual carefree air. "Maybe, but if you’re the one patching me up, it doesn’t sound too bad."

Glenn didn’t say anything, but you noticed his hand tense slightly as he passed you another gauze.

"Stop moving," you said, focusing back on the wound.

"Only if you give me a good luck kiss," Abraham insisted, his smirk widening.

This time, you let out a chuckle and playfully smacked his shoulder. "In your dreams, Ford."

Abraham laughed too and finally let you work, though not without tossing another remark your way. "If you ever get tired of this cute Asian guy over here, I can be your new assistant."

Glenn didn’t react at all. He simply kept his gaze fixed on his task, helping you bandage the wound in complete silence.

Once you were done, Abraham stood up with a smug grin and gave you a wink before leaving.

And that’s when you felt it.

The silence around Glenn was too heavy.

You finished putting the supplies away and, without turning around, spoke in a calm voice. "Don’t get weird on me."

Glenn let out a dry chuckle. "I’m not weird."

Now you did turn to face him, crossing your arms. "Yes, you are. You’ve barely said a word since Abraham walked in."

Glenn sighed and ran a hand through his hair, still avoiding your eyes. "It’s nothing."

You frowned and took a step closer. "Glenn."

His jaw tightened, and finally, he lifted his gaze. His dark eyes were filled with something you hadn’t seen in him before—frustration.

"It’s just that… I can’t do anything about it."

You blinked. "What do you mean?"

Glenn clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, unconsciously mirroring your stance. "I mean, I can’t tell him to shut up. I can’t tell him to stop flirting with you because, to everyone else, there’s no reason for me to. Because no one knows about us."

Oh.

You let down your guard a little and sighed. "Glenn…"

"And I know you take it as a joke," he continued, his voice a bit lower now. "I know Abraham is just being Abraham, and that it doesn’t really mean anything. But damn, do you know what it’s like to stand there, listening to it all, seeing the way he looks at you, and not being able to do anything? Not being able to say, ‘She’s mine, so back the hell off, you redheaded superiority-complex case’?"

You bit your lip, because you understood his point.

You had never really talked about making it official, about telling the others about your relationship. Not because you wanted to keep it a secret, but because… you had just never felt the need to announce it.

But Glenn did.

And that made you think.

"Are you dying of jealousy, Rhee?" you asked playfully, stepping a little closer.

He rolled his eyes. "It’s not funny."

"It’s a little funny," you teased, leaning slightly toward him. "I like seeing you like this."

Glenn narrowed his eyes. "You shouldn’t."

"But I do."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension in the air felt different—less heavy, but still very much there. Glenn stared at you, evaluating you, as if debating something in his mind.

And then, without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him in one swift motion.

"Alright," he murmured against your lips. "Since you don’t seem to have a problem with it, then tomorrow everyone is going to know about us."

And then, he kissed you.

maggie

You had spent most of the day helping with the harvest, and after finishing, you decided to stay in the improvised library that Jesus had set up with the books he managed to recover during his expeditions. It had become a routine between the two of you: you would pick a book, and he would recommend another one he thought you might like. It was a quiet dynamic, with no pressure—a way to escape, even if just a little, from the harsh reality of the world you lived in.

But when Maggie arrived at Hilltop that afternoon, bringing supplies from Alexandria, you immediately noticed that something was… off.

She wasn’t exactly ignoring you, but there was a dryness in her voice, a hardness in her expression whenever she spoke to you.

“What have you been up to around here?” she asked while unloading the supply crates alongside Enid.

“The usual,” you replied with a smile, wiping your hands on your pants. “Helping with the harvest and… well, Jesus has been lending me some books. I’ve been staying up late reading them.”

Maggie raised an eyebrow, her gaze briefly shifting toward where Jesus stood on the other side of the camp, supervising the food distribution.

“Books, huh?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, still unaware of the tension in her voice. “He’s got a great collection. It’s rare to find someone who values books so much these days.”

Maggie crossed her arms and leaned against the nearest table. “Well, how considerate of him.”

You blinked at her tone. “Maggie… are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” she answered without hesitation.

A lie.

You tried to read her expression, but Maggie was good at hiding her emotions when she wanted to. Still, there was a stiffness in her shoulders, a lack of warmth in her gaze that told you something was definitely off.

You tried to lighten the mood with a playful smile. “Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous.”

Maggie clicked her tongue and looked away. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

But there it was.

A confirmation disguised as denial.

You decided to push her just a little more, just to see how far she’d go.

“Because if you were,” you continued casually, “it would be adorable.”

Her eyes snapped back to you immediately, this time flashing with a warning. “Don’t play with me.”

You chuckled softly. “Who’s playing? I like seeing Maggie Greene with that look on her face.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a crate, using it as an excuse to keep her hands busy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, yes, you do,” you insisted, following her as she tried to ignore you. “You’ve been acting weird with me since you got here. Colder, more… distant.”

Maggie set the crate down with more force than necessary. “I’m not acting weird. I just find it surprising how close you’ve gotten to Jesus lately.”

You smirked. “Maggie.”

“What?”

“Admit it.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her jaw tightening.

“Admit it, and I’ll leave you alone,” you added, leaning in slightly, amusement dancing in your eyes.

Maggie held your gaze for a few seconds, then let out a heavy sigh, finally giving in. “Fine.”

“Fine what?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Maybe… just a little.”

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh. “A little what?”

She exhaled in frustration and muttered, almost through gritted teeth, “Maybe I’m a little bit jealous.”

You took her hands gently, making her look at you. “You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Jesus is my friend. You’re the only one who matters to me that way.”

Maggie watched you in silence, as if trying to decide whether to believe your words. Finally, her lips curved into a small smile.

“You better mean that,” she said, her tone still carrying a hint of wounded pride.

You kissed her cheek, noticing how her shoulders finally relaxed. “I love you.”

And even if she didn’t say it out loud, you knew that the next time you came to Hilltop, Maggie would make sure Jesus knew exactly where he stood.

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Break The Brake

Dom!Maggie Rhee x Sub!Fem!Reader x Sub!Glenn Rhee

I want some more, I want some more - yeah.

Gimme some more, gimme some more - yeah.

Summary:

Maggie has a lot to deal with in life right now - she's the (unofficial) leader of The Hilltop, trying to take care of an entire community, and at the same time dealing with their whiny ousted ex-leader, all while in the early stages of her pregnancy, growing a person inside of her - and somehow, all of the stress makes her hornier than ever.

Luckily, you and Glenn are always there when she needs the two of you.

Or - Maggie fucks you and Glenn in Gregory's bed because he pissed her off.

Dom!Maggie Rhee x Sub!Fem!Reader x Sub!Glenn Rhee. Established Poly Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 7 (Glenn Lives AU).

Word Count: 10,900

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: This is an AU of Season 7 (or even of Season 8, because it's after Negan is jailed, but whatever) - Glenn lives, and I did not specifically mention Abraham dying, so you can imagine that he lived too if you want to - Negan is in jail and all the communities, including what's left of the Saviors, are now living in peace; Glenn, Maggie, and the reader are all in an established poly relationship - at this point in the series, Glenn and Maggie would have been 'married', so the reader is a part of that marriage as well (and though I didn't explicitly state it in the fic, I imagine that the reader goes by the last name Rhee as well); this is during the part of the timeline when Maggie was pregnant (this is why I am saying S7, rather than S8) - still very early on in her pregnancy; discussion of Maggie's body going through changes due to the pregnancy (her gaining weight and a brief, passing mention of her feeling insecure due to that weight gain), also mentions of the pregnancy hormones increasing her libido; this fic DOES use Y/N; the reader has a vagina and breasts and uses she/her pronouns - the reader also has the ability to get pregnant and expresses the desire to get pregnant during the fic; there is mentions of the reader's breasts becoming 'swollen' during pregnancy, but this doesn't denote her pre-pregnancy size, this is just a symptom that comes with pregnancy and an exaggerated descriptor due to the kink-side of her partners being excited about her becoming pregnant; this has very little plot and is mostly smut; warnings for the smut specifically: technically pregnancy sex (because Maggie is pregnant) even though she is the dom commanding the two subs and not actually the one being fucked; a lot of sub/dom dynamics - Maggie is extremely dominant (she is a mean, rough dom), the reader is submissive (she is bratty and teasing), and Glenn is submissive (he is soft and very well behaved); Maggie calls the reader 'little bird' and 'darling girl' and 'brat' and 'whore', and 'sweet little bitch', and 'breeding bitch'; Mommy kink - both Glenn and the reader call Maggie Mommy; brat taming - between Maggie and the reader; bondage - Maggie ties the reader's wrists behind her back, and later in the fic, ties Glenn to the bed with his own belt; punishment and reward - the reader misbehaves and Maggie punishes her (and eventually rewards her); some brief descriptions of anal sex (as a brief flashback - and the flashback is trigger when Maggie uses it as a threat towards the reader, but it's not a main point of this fic); fingering - reader receiving; spanking/pain kink - from Maggie towards the reader; Maggie whips the reader with a belt (across the ass, in a way that is described as pleasure-pain); using a knife to cut off and remove clothes; unprotected penis in vagina sex - between Glenn and the reader; overstimulation - Glenn is 'forced' to cum multiple times to the point where it is painful (but he enjoys it); breeding kink - as I mentioned before, the reader wants to get pregnant (and Maggie also really wants this so that their babies will be close in age, and as things progress, Glenn gets very into it as well); mentions of using a vaginal plug (to keep the cum inside); I think that's actually about it.

A/N: Title comes from a song by Xdinary Heroes of the same name. I have been wanting to write more 'quick' fics for TWD, and this fic was supposed to be like 5k, and even though it turned out way longer than I intended it to, this is definitely one of my quicker fics. So I am really happy with it. I want to write more PWP for The Walking Dead because those fics will be quicker, and because it will help me write fics for characters I haven't yet written about that I really want to write for. So I am definitely going to be writing more PWP fics between working on my longer Daryl fic. Anyway, I had a lot of fun working on this fic, and while I most definitely did not think that this was going to be my first fic of the year, I am super excited to share it with you guys, and I really hope that everyone enjoys it!

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Patience.

It was one of the things that Maggie had mastered since becoming the leader of The Hilltop - well, the ‘unofficial’ leader. If you asked any one of the people who lived in the small community, they would tell you that Maggie was their leader. They would tell you that they looked to her for every important decision, even unimportant ones, and they followed her lead in everything.

Gregory was nothing more than a figurehead - though, in a lot of ways, he wasn’t even that. Figureheads were supposed to be a symbol that people looked to as a representation of something good. But all Gregory represented was cowardice, selfishness, and these days - avoidance of any responsibilities that he claimed to have. He claimed that he was still the undisputed leader of the community, and that all the ‘work’ he had put into Hilltop most definitely still meant something to the people living there. But when it came to major decisions, if Maggie, Glenn, you, Sasha, and Jesus outweighed him on his word, then he simply didn’t get his way.

Which led him to throwing a lot of childlike fits. Which led to Maggie being forced to develop a great deal of patience when it came to him.

Often times, when Gregory huffed and argued with her, she could hear her father’s voice in the back of her mind, ranting on about Job and how God wouldn’t impart wrath on the ‘weak minded’ - especially when she felt the itch of her hand straying toward her gun. She wondered if her father had some hand in sending a man named Jesus to watch over her, ensuring that she didn’t murder this awful, annoying man in cold blood.

“No, no. Absolutely not, I simply won’t have it!”

Gregory’s petulant voice echoed off the walls of the front sitting room that he had declared as his ‘office’ - clearly, he was trying to have some power over the meeting that he had called to talk to Maggie about this latest issue. He sneered a grand huff through his nostrils as he hurled himself back into his seat - a luxurious upholstered chair that sat tall behind the large oak desk that he claimed to ‘work’ at.

Maggie knew that he spent most of his time sitting there, reading through the expensive first edition book collection that lived in the Manor while he drank through the rare Scotch that Negan had given him when the extortion deals had still been in place. Hard work wasn’t something he was familiar with.

Currently, he was throwing a fit because Maggie had demanded (‘suggested’ Jesus would remind her to say during the meeting) - that more of the beds within the house actually be put into use with winter coming up. The Manor was large and had over ten functional bedrooms, and currently, only two of them were in use. One - the largest main bedroom, being used by Gregory, as it had been since The Turn.

And the second, more recently, being one of the smaller bedrooms on the ground floor had been taken up by you, Glenn, and Maggie. The three of you had only moved in there at Jesus’s insistence when he found out about Maggie’s pregnancy, and he felt utterly insulted at the idea of a pregnant woman sleeping outside in a trailer with thin metal walls.

Gregory hadn’t liked the idea of the three of you moving into ‘his house’ - Maggie already knew that his ego took up most of the Manor, but he seemed especially perturbed about the three of you in particular moving in. And when prodded on the manner, he awkwardly danced around the fact that he seemed uncomfortable with your polyamorous relationship. Maggie wasn’t surprised. Even with the society everyone once knew dead and gone, only those closest to you seemed to truly understand what the three of you had without mocking it or believing that it was purely sexual.

But Gregory’s annoyance and even anger toward you and Glenn only made it more satisfying for Maggie to fuck her two lovers in the new found comfort of the Manor’s bed, louder and louder, knowing that he might be kept awake at night by the noise and feel too awkward to say anything about it.

But right now, as she stood with her arms firmly crossed, glaring him down, Maggie knew that this wasn’t just about you or Glenn or even the comfort of her and her unborn child. This was about the other people in the community who didn’t need to be stuck outside in poorly insulated trailers during the winter, sleeping on makeshift cots for beds when there was a luxurious mansion sitting twenty feet away. Gregory had been selfish and petulant long enough - if the house was his last stand, the place where he truly drew a line, then he could be the one to sleep outside.

“This matter isn’t up for discussion, winter is coming up, and-” Maggie began, speaking firmly, but of course, she was cut off.

“You’re right! This isn’t up for discussion!” Gregory bolstered back. “I don’t need a bunch of… hoodlums running in and out, potentially breaking my priceless artifacts-”

Off to the side, you let out a harsh scoff.

Your annoyance was already thick in the air and Maggie wondered if she was going to regret bringing you into this meeting.

You were sitting in another one of the well padded chairs in the corner, your legs thrown over the arm of the chair in that care-free way that you always had about you. You gave Gregory a look that said you were amused, but tired of his bullshit, and Maggie wasn’t sure if she was thankful for the back-up or already tired at the thought that she might have to wrangle you away from a conflict with him. (Because historically, you had much less patience when it came to dealing with Gregory.)

“Newsflash, asshole. Literally everything is priceless now. There’s no money anymore. And the world has literally turned on its head, in case you haven’t noticed. So canned beans and bullets are far more valuable than any of this old crap that you have in here,”

To punctuate your point, you reached out one of your feet and with absolutely no hesitation, you knocked a vase off a nearby table. It was white with a blue pattern, and Maggie knew that it was likely one of those ‘priceless artifacts’ that Gregory had been talking about. It fell onto the floor and smashed into hundreds of tiny pieces, causing Gregory to jump out of his seat and stare at the mess as girlish gasp fell from his lips. Maggie pressed a firm hand to her forehead, already stressed out at the fact that she would have to mitigate the oncoming fight.

“It’s all meaningless-”

“That was Delftware!” Gregory shouted, turning red in the face with how viciously he raised his volume.

Maggie’s hand brushed over her gun, and she forced herself to clench her fist with patience, moving to stand between you and Gregory when he finally moved out from behind his desk to approach you - not that she thought he would be any threat to you. The man was all talk. But still, she put a hand in the middle of his chest to force him to keep his distance while he glared at you over her shoulder. She became even more aggravated at the fact that she could almost feel the way you were smirking back at him, even if she couldn’t see it.

“It’s just a damn vase, calm down.” Maggie told him, knowing that her annoyance wouldn’t do much to calm him down, but unable to hold back the words.

“Ca - calm down? Me? Calm down?” Gregory balked, looking at her, utterly insulted. “You come into my home, break my things, and-”

“And we tend your gardens to keep you fed, keep Walkers away, negotiate peace and trade with the other communities. Doesn’t Jesus do your laundry?” You added on, sass and impatience absolutely full in your voice. “If it wasn’t for Maggie and the people loyal to her, you would die naked and starving. But a pretty vase is more important, right?”

Maggie locked her jaw, resisting the urge to add onto your point and agree with you, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. She hoped that your words - words that nobody else had dared to speak aloud, at least not to Gregory’s face before - would finally sink in.

She wouldn’t find herself so lucky.

Instead, the man continued to gape at the two of you, looking dumbfounded and insulted, as if he truly could not believe what you were saying.

“I - I founded this community.” He said, going back to the only small leg he had to stand on. “I - uh. Are you going to let your little lackey talk to me this way?” He asked, turning to Maggie, as if hoping that she would dismiss you.

Before Maggie was forced to pick a side in the spat, you spoke up again.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, the words clearly directed at Gregory, sounding entirely casual and conversational, rather than intended to be a genuine insult.

“Excuse me?” Gregory gasped. “How dare that you insinuate that my intelligence is anything other than above average, I have a degree from-”

“It was just a question.” You shrugged. “I didn’t say ‘you are stupid’. I asked ‘are you stupid?’ - I was just wondering.”

Maggie sighed and rolled her eyes, turning to you.

“You. Hallway. Now.” She told you firmly, pointing a hand out toward the door, making an order that she hoped you would be smart enough not to refuse.

You gave her a small smirk that she knew too well - you had been playing it up, dancing on her last nerve on purpose. Then, something inside of her shifted. All the tired frustration that she had been feeling was like coal to a wicked fire, fueling her into a lustful beast. One that was set to attack you the second that she got you alone.

You got up out of your chair and moved into the hallway like she had told you to, your boots crunching over the bits of smashed porcelain that were still scattered across the floor.

“Oh thank god, please tell me that you’re going to punish that wretched beast of a girl.” Gregory sighed.

Maggie was planning on punishing you - but most definitely not in a way that Gregory would ever know about.

Maggie turned back to him, fixing him in her sharp gaze now.

“We are gonna start movin’ people into the bedrooms, whether you like it or not.” She said, making sure he knew that her decision was final. “If you don’t want to live in the house with other people, you can move into one of the trailers, or you can take your chances out on the road and try findin’ someplace else.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable-”

“And clean up that damn mess.” She said with finality as she moved to leave the room, slamming the door on his protests about how you should be forced to clean it up instead.

When she was alone in the hallway with you, her gaze fixed on you like a hungry lioness. You were caught in her crosshairs, and there was no way you were going to escape. (Not that you wanted to.)

You were leaning against one of the walls, perched there oh-so-casually, clearly waiting for her - maybe you weren’t clever enough to run away, not expecting the full measure of the wrath that she was about to bring onto you, or maybe you were eagerly awaiting it.

“Are you stupid?” Maggie barked at you, recycling your own words back onto you as a kind of taunt.

She crossed the hallway in three long strides, soon crowding into your personal space, and didn’t give you a moment to answer the question before she was devouring your mouth. She pinned you even tighter against the wall, completely uncaring of who might come across the two of you and see the utterly carnal exchange - nothing loving to mistake about it, gnashing teeth and panting breath, Maggie trying to devour you in a way that spoke of revenge. Clearly trying to shut you up, and you letting out precious little whimpers as you quickly became turned on by her powerful actions and struggled to keep up.

“I’m not stupid.” You huffed against her chin when she finally pulled back from your lips, looking you in the eyes with a fierce, demanding gaze once again. “Maybe I’m just bored, or-” You choked on a breath, the words dissolving off in your throat.

“What?” Maggie demanded.

She could see the thoughts swimming behind your eyes, something lethal and lustful, something you were almost afraid to say.

“Come on, speak up. Tell me, little bird.”

It was a nickname that made you weak, caused a whimper from deep in your chest - something that she had called you since the beginning of the relationship that made your pussy flutter and made your heart sing.

When your jaw quivered in hesitation and you still didn’t speak, Maggie reached up and harshly grabbed your nipple through your shirt - the peak already stuck off and visible through the thin fabric of your tee shirt, no bra in sight, making you even more of a tease in her eyes. She twisted harshly and wiggled her hold on the sensitive point for a prolonged moment, trying to force words out of you. You let out a small whine, and finally folded to her whims, divulging that secret desire.

“I - I can’t stop thinking about how good you look cause you’re all knocked up,” You said, your voice edging on a whisper, trying to keep it as a secret just between the two of you.

Your hands came forward and cradled her hips - hips that were now wider than they used to be thanks to the epic hunger the pregnancy had given her, something that made you and Glenn proud to satisfy as her providers while she was so busy providing for everyone else. Initially, the weight gain and the way her body changed in make-up (the fact that she was now more curvy than she ever had been) made her feel self conscious, made her feel a bit alien in her own skin. Especially when she had asked Glenn to get her bigger jeans on one of his last scavenging runs.

But now - Maggie’s insides were burning hotter than they had in weeks, raging with confidence and power and sheer need, and what you said cranked the fire up to a full blown inferno.

“I can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you look.” You said, digging your thumbs into the spot right above the waistband of her jeans, creating an intense tingle across her skin. “I… I wanna be gorgeous like that too.”

The last words came out in a tiny, shy croak, and Maggie almost thought she was mistaken by your meaning - were you saying that you wanted to be pregnant too?

“Say it.” Maggie commanded, stroking a sharp thumb across your cheek and your bottom lip, loving the absolutely enraptured, glassy look in your eyes already. “Say it, little bird.”

“I wanna get pregnant.” You told her, your throat tight around the words as you became swallowed up by your own lust, the statement delivering a beautiful gut punch to Maggie’s stomach.

Her mind was instantly flooded with images of Glenn fucking into you furiously at her command, pulling out - his cock red and raw, drooling and wet with a combination of your cum and his, leaving your cunt used and leaking. Maggie would shove that cum back up inside of you with her fingers to make sure that it took, forcing tears from your eyes as you whined and complained about how sore you were - but it was what you asked for. Your body needed to be fucked and used and filled if you wanted a baby.

She conjured up mental images of your tits swollen and aching, holding them in her hands and feeling how heavy they were, getting to grope all over your body to feel how big and beautiful you were becoming with Glenn’s baby growing inside of you.

And of course, the sentimental part took hold, and she realized that it meant that your kids would grow up close in age. They would be half-siblings biologically - just like her and Beth. It was a needy chime that clanged in her heart that instantly needed to be answered. If you wanted to be pregnant, then Maggie would make it happen.

And then, another stroke of genius flashed into her mind.

She grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward the stairs, and along the way, she spotted something hanging on the railing that would definitely help her in her quest - Jesus had left one of the ropes for the horses bundled up there, so Maggie grabbed it in her free hand and continued hauling you along forcefully behind her.

She smiled widely to herself when she arrived at the end of the hallway and pushed you in through Gregory’s bedroom doorway. He didn’t want people ruining his precious house. Fuck him. Maggie was going to ruin his damn bed.

She followed in behind you and slammed the door shut behind her, and you stared at her with lustful awe in your eyes.

“Uh - Mags, don’t we need Glenn for this part?” You asked, feeling a bitter thrill run up your spine as you watched her take out her knife and cut off a short length of the rope with it.

Maggie let out a dark chuckle - one that made your pussy clench and scared you a little at the same time. She put away her knife, walked over to you, and shoved you down onto the bed with a surprising force. Not that it would take much to topple you when you were this dizzy with lust, shaking with anticipation.

“Darling girl, you still need to be punished for what you did downstairs,” She told you, giving you a dark look.

You choked on a moan and felt yourself most definitely getting wetter - this was what you had been hoping for all afternoon. You were absolutely pliant to her actions when she flipped you onto your stomach and brought both your hands behind your back, tying your wrists together with the abrasive rope that most definitely wasn’t meant for this - it rubbed against your skin in a harsh way that lit up your nerves and somehow, turned you on even more.

Your stomach churned with anticipation and your breath came out in hot pants, and you quickly became dizzier by the second as you wondered what she was going to do to you.

“Just because that old fucker is an awful, thick-skulled, stupid man doesn’t mean that you get to go around actin’ like a rude brat,” Maggie told you, reaching for the waistband of your jeans and your underwear at the same time, harshly pulling the fabric down over your ass, leaving your drooling cunt exposed to the open air in seconds.

You clenched around nothing, feeling more wetness leak out of you, and you knew that she could see it - just how embarrassingly needy and wet you were for her.

“If you can behave yourself through this, then maybe - maybe I’ll go get Glenn and let him stuff your little pussy so you can get your wish, alright?”

You let out a sharp moan at this, and nodded furiously.

“But if you keep actin’ like a damn brat, then I’ll probably have him fuck your ass for practice instead and you won’t even get to cum at all,”

You let out a louder moan - strangely enough, this idea turned you on even more, even though it was entirely counter-productive to your goals. But you remembered the feeling of his cock in your ass from past experiences.

Back at the quarry camp in Atlanta when he brought you back lube from one of his runs to call you out on something he thought was a joke, and you ended up pinned against a tree with his whimpers huffing in your ear, loving the feeling of his cum running down your leg after he pulled out, laughing about how you were ‘crazy’ and it was a ‘weird first date’ (which, it was). Back before the two of you had Maggie - back before the two of you realized that the crazy sex would actually lead to something more.

The memory alone caused more wetness to leak out of you - which Maggie wiped up with two fingers that she promptly shoved inside you with a sharp jab, absolutely no gentleness or warning. The touch lit up your insides with that rough, beautiful feeling, causing your hips to seize up off the bed toward her, instantly seeking more of the friction, more of the fullness.

“God, you are such a little whore,” She taunted you, beginning to fuck you with those two fingers in quick, aggressive strokes.

“I - I’ll be good,” You choked out, turning your head so that your words wouldn’t be lost against the sheets. “I’ll be good, I swear!”

“Yeah?” She taunted you, her voice melting into that fake, honey-sweet tone that turned you on far too much. “You gonna be a good whore? You gonna be a good little whore instead of a dumb fucking brat?”

Then, without any warning, she brought her free hand down onto you in a vicious slap - spanking you harshly across the ass cheek. You let out a moan - enjoying the mixture of bright pain that tingled across your skin and the blinding, sharp pleasure that came from inside of you where she was still fucking you with her fingers, absolutely relentless. She was quickly melting you, turning you into the pliant, submissive, easy girl that she knew you could be.

She was powerful like that. She could have you exactly where she wanted you within minutes.

“Are you gonna earn it?”

She said, her voice becoming slightly breathless from the efforts, but still utterly commanding and powerful in the room - especially past the sounds of you whining and the wet slapping of your pussy under her fingers, being played like a piano for her. Another smack came across your ass from her another hand and you let out another pathetic moan.

“Are you gonna earn the right to be knocked up?”

“Yes!” You cried out in return. “Yes, Mommy!”

“Good girl.”

…

“I need to talk to you.”

Glenn had absolutely no clue what he had done to warrant such a harsh tone from Maggie - firm, demanding, serious. It was her work voice. It was her bossy voice - her ‘something is going down’ voice.

Glenn knew that Maggie had a meeting with Gregory that morning - the man still demanded to be let in on certain ‘matters’, even though, thanks to Maggie, and Jesus, and Sasha, he had very little control over what went on in the small settlement anymore. But he knew how to push Maggie’s buttons, a lot. So either she was pissed off because of something Gregory had done, or something bad was happening.

Glenn found himself unable to move, pure fear struck into him due to the tone of her voice alone, and the stern expression that was knit across her face. He had been picking through a large wooden carriage of goods dropped off by The Kingdom, sorting out a trade haul of both fresh and salvaged items that The Hilltop would need to feed everyone.

Maggie added on even more firmly:

“In private. Now.”

Roused to action by the urgency of her words, Glenn clattered behind her nervously, then, drawn to her bossy energy like a moth to a flame. Usually, it was something that turned him on, now, it was just putting a terrible anxiety deep in his gut. He pattered behind her confident strides with his usual quick steps, wondering what the hell was going on.

Since Maggie had become the unofficial leader of Hilltop, her days had been packed with a busy schedule that caused a lot of stress. Naturally, Gregory felt betrayed when ‘his’ people constantly chose her and looked to her for leadership, especially when going through conflicts with the Saviors that ultimately ended in a peaceful unification after Negan had been jailed. (Gregory had felt even more sour when he had chosen the wrong side, and still, Maggie and Rick had chosen to save his life.)

So these days he mostly just sequestered himself off in his office and drank and pretended that he was actually the one making decisions for the community when everyone looked to Maggie for true leadership.

This meant that Maggie was the truly busy one - she was the one making decisions about food, building more shelters for the growing community, trading with the other communities around them, how to deal with Walkers and potential threats like the Saviours (should those threats come up), medical care. Her days were packed with meetings, gardening to ensure the security of the food supply, and often, traveling off to the other communities to have more meetings. All while she was dealing with the hormones from her pregnancy.

She was adorably round as she entered her second trimester, her stomach just starting to show the cute pouch of a true baby bump - something that distracted Glenn increasingly as the days went on and made him smile. (That, along with the fact that her breasts were definitely growing and her ass was most definitely getting wider. Something she complained about that he found… viciously temping.) While she was busy taking care of the entire community, he was trying his best to take care of her - always chasing her down to eat and trying to make sure that she got the right amount of sleep.

And he was worried that something big and terrible had happened now - something that would cause her and the baby far too much stress.

When they arrived at the main house, Glenn wasn’t surprised when the large sitting room off to the side was closed off, Gregory clearly having closed himself in, sulking again. Maggie tightly grabbed his hand and began literally dragging him up the stairs, causing him to stumble over his own feet as she raced a bit faster than he could keep up.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, tripping over the edge of one of the fancy long rugs lining the intricately decorated hallways. “Is someone dead?” He dared to ask. “Did I do something? Am I in trouble? Maggie, come on-”

She shoved him inside the largest bedroom at the end of the hall - a room that Glenn could have sworn belonged to Gregory. But he couldn’t bring himself to care at all when Maggie quickly pulled the door shut behind them, locked it, and then yanked him close with two fingers tucked into his belt.

He barely had a moment to think before her mouth was on his, smothering him with an intense heat that he had missed so damn badly, even though it had only been two days since the last time they had fucked.

Oh. The state of her urgency and need for privacy truly clicked into his brain. Oh, fuck.

Glenn let out a sharp moan into her mouth - one that was only amplified when she pushed her tongue forcefully past his lips and reached for his belt. She swiftly unbuckled it and unzipped his jeans, reaching into the fly to forcefully grope his cock through his underwear, bringing him to full hardness so quickly that his head began to spin.

He let out another thick groan that was quickly swallowed by her perfect mouth - his mind was melting so quickly that he felt like he was frying inside of a giant pan, but he truly didn’t care. Her touch was just too good - all of it was just too good.

Glenn almost swore that he could taste the sharp tang of pussy in her mouth, a brightness that made him crave and want even more, that made him dizzy and pliant to her, but that would mean that you -

“Mommy?”

Glenn’s stomach jolted when he heard a pathetic moan that wasn’t his own, and Maggie parted far enough from him to allow his head to veer off toward the sound with horny curiosity flashing brightly through him.

Surely enough, there you were.

He wasn’t even sure when he had closed his eyes, but when he managed to peel them open, he discovered an utterly filthy sight that he was sure Maggie had left there just for him to enjoy.

You were propped against the bed, your cheek pressed against the expensive silk comforter, your mouth wide open and drooling, clearly already fucked out. Your hands were tied behind your back with a rough braided rope that was typically used on the horses, one that was abrasive on your skin and would surely leave marks that would last for days or even weeks and would be obvious to everyone. Hell, those kinds of marks might even be alarming to some people who didn’t know about the rumors of your ‘behind closed doors’ activities if you didn’t wear long sleeves in the coming days.

Your feet were still planted firmly on the floor, leaving your ass exposed to the open air, your stomach leaning on the edge of the bed, with your jeans hastily ripped down to your knees - clearly, Maggie had been in just as much of an urgent rush with you too. The skin of your ass cheeks was bright and raw, already bruising slightly in some places - obviously, Maggie had delivered a vicious spanking to you over something you had done that had displeased her.

If you had sat through your punishment well, perhaps taking Glenn’s cock would be your reward. Glenn’s body tingled with pleasure at the thought.

Especially because your cunt was so pretty and used - clearly Maggie had been playing with it while she had been spanking you. You were so wonderfully raw, spread open and puffed with blood and absolutely drunk with your wetness. The glistening slick spread all over your cute pussy hair and leaking down to slick up your thighs, your hole clenching with anticipation - clearly, you hated the emptiness. (Glenn yearned to march over there and thrust inside of you, filling you up - but he was absolutely not mistaken about the fact that Maggie was in charge.)

He was instantly struck with a mental image of Maggie forcing you onto the bed, tying your hands behind your back and then shoving her face into your cunt - alternating between forcefully fucking you open with her fingers and spanking your ass until you were crying out for her to stop.

Her arms had gotten so strong from the farm work, long hours digging holes with shovels with no heavy machinery to help the process along, lifting heavy bags of fertilizer even when Glenn insisted she shouldn’t, carrying large buckets of water - Glenn would be lying if he said that the fact that she could pin him down so easily didn’t turn him on.

The mental image somehow made him even more turned on than he already was. And of course, with perfect timing, Maggie gave another harsh grope to his cock and ravenously bit at his neck. He had a feeling that if anymore blood rushed away from his brain to rapidly fill up his dick and balls, he would likely soon pass out - but then the idea of Maggie simply not caring and using him as an unconscious fucktoy turned him on even more in a wickedly depraved way.

“Y/N,” Glenn panted out your name, already struggling to breathe.

You flailed on the bed slightly, looking like a fish struggling on dry land because of the difficult position Maggie had left you in with your hands trapped behind your back (your body likely jelly and tired from one orgasm having rocked you, if not a few by now). Eventually, you managed to crane your head enough to see him, and you let out a little wicked laugh when you saw that Maggie was mauling his neck and already had his pants down over his thighs.

“Glenn!” You called back breathlessly in return. “You should have run when you had the chance, dude! These pregnancy hormones are making her fucking insane,”

There was a wicked kind of delight to your voice - and Glenn wasn’t quite sure what the sentiment behind your words was; if you truly felt like he would regret this because Maggie was too wound up to be reasoned with (which could very well be the case). Or if you wanted to keep her all to yourself because you could be a sucker for punishment at times, and you liked her when she was at her most ‘insane’. Glenn had seen how sometimes, you loved to tease Maggie just to drive her ‘insane’ so that she would spank you and overstimulate you until you nearly passed out.

Glenn, on the other hand, was softer. And typically, he enjoyed one or two rounds of playful sex or even making love - so perhaps your warning was a bit of both. Perhaps you knew that Glenn couldn’t quite handle Maggie when she was like this, but you could.

At your words, Maggie scoffed and pulled away from Glenn’s skin, and before he could truly miss the sensation of her soft lips sucking on him, he became intrigued by what she did next. She moved to grab his belt, swiftly pulling it out of the loops of his jeans, now wielding the leather in her hands in a way that was all too familiar - a weapon. It was something she had used against you before.

“Why do you always have to be such a goddamn brat?”

She scolded you sharply, and then, she stepped toward you, holding on tight to one end of the belt - Glenn watched with a delightful knot in his stomach as she wound her arm back, and he realized a moment too late that the end she was whipping toward you was the end with the metal buckle attached to it.

“Mommy-”

“Shut up!” She hissed at you in the same moment that the metal struck across your skin, creating a sharp welt across the width of one of your ass cheeks, causing you to yelp and jolt away from the sensation, and unmistakably - causing a fresh wave of hot slick to gush out of your cunt.

“Jesus, Maggie, the buckle!” Glenn spoke up, alarmed.

He couldn’t help it, it was just his nature. Even if you relaxed your muscles and moaned in pleasure moments after the hit washed over you, and you didn’t make any verbal protests. You knew that, even as ‘insane’ as Maggie was, there was always room for you to do so if you needed to. Glenn always had your best interests at heart. Again, he was just soft like that.

“She’s fine. You know she’s a pain lovin’ whore.”

Maggie scoffed again, rolling her eyes. But then, something else struck her, causing her hot streak to be turned toward him as she dropped the belt onto the floor with a dull ‘clank’.

“Wait - what did you just call me?”

“I - uh-”

Glenn began to stutter, and instinctively backed up when Maggie charged toward him, almost tripping over his own pants (which had now fallen down around his ankles). But he was quickly stopped in his tracks when Maggie grabbed him by the cock again - taking a firm, deadly hold on his cock and balls through his underwear, causing him to freeze deadly still when her sharp, untrimmed nails dug into his flesh oh-so-slightly.

He wasn’t one for pain, but for some reason, it sent a perfect tingle through him, and made his cock throb so perfectly. It sent an epic rush of adrenaline through him and he puffed a hot breath into her face while she stared him down with an utterly predatory gaze, and behind her, he could see you flailing again, desperately trying to see what was going on over your shoulder.

“What did you call me?” Maggie repeated, firmer, fiercer this time.

“Your name.” He wheezed out, knowing that he sounded utterly pathetic.

“No, that is not my name.” She replied, annoyance twinging into her voice. “Not here. Not when we’re alone. Now come on - what is my name? What are you supposed to call me?”

Glenn, growing dizzier with lust by the second, knew that there was only one correct answer.

“Mommy.”

He whined in reply, grateful when she released her death grip on his cock and smoothed a more forgiving touch across his shaft through the fabric, causing him to let out a tiny weep of precum in response. He shuddered and let out a whimper and he absolutely did not miss her utterly satisfied cat-like smirk as she turned back to you, giving him one last glance over her shoulder - naturally, with more dominating words.

“Get undressed. You have work to do.”

Glenn knew that the instructions were simple and certain for a reason - they were meant to be followed without question. Just like her place in the rest of the world, when Maggie picked out a job for him in their relationship, she assigned it to him with finite simplicity, and it was always best not to question her leadership.

(He had realized a bit too late that she had decided to get pregnant before he even considered it an option, and he was just happily fucked dumb and too pleased to question why he was allowed to cum inside of her beautiful pussy now.)

Glenn rushed to undo the buttons of his shirt with clumsy hands, still eagerly watching as Maggie went back over to you, clearly not done with you yet. She raised her hand up, and laid a harsh, open-handed spank across your ass, specifically targeting the harsh welt that the belt buckle had left on your skin to maximize the jolt of pain that went through you.

It definitely worked, according to the wail you let out and the way your body seized up off the bed. Even though Glenn wasn’t someone usually turned on by pain, he couldn’t deny the way his cock throbbed and let out another thick bead of precum, especially when you choked on a moan as she smoothed her warm hands over your skin, coddling you in turn with the harsh pain.

“Maggie-” You whined, making the same mistake that Glenn had earlier, earning you another sharp smack - one that had her wedding ring grazing across your skin sharply in a way that made you squeal.

“Are you stupid?” She barked, quickly moving two fingers back to your gaping cunt and shoving them inside without any gentleness, fucking into your raw hole so quickly that you saw stars. “Or are you tryna piss me off again? Huh?”

“‘m sorry, sorry! Ah!”

“What? I’m sorry, darlin’, I can’t hear you!” Maggie replied in a sing-song type voice, clearly teasing you as she continued to viciously fuck your cunt, digging her nails into the flesh of your ass with the other hand, waiting for you to say the magic words - or rather, the one magic word she wanted to hear.

Glenn’s insides jumped at the pure, filthy ‘squelch’ that rang out through the air, his tongue becoming fat in his mouth as he yearned to push between your thighs and taste that wetness. He raced to tear his feet out of the mess of fabric around his ankles, kicking off his shoes, finally getting out of his remaining clothing to be fully naked and free. He deeply resisted the urge to reach down and touch his throbbing cock where it jutted out from his pelvis, heavy, aching and needy, because he knew that would only get him scolded and put him on Maggie’s bad side. He knew that if he wanted to cum tonight, he should stay on her good side.

He moved forward to stand behind Maggie, eagerly looking over her shoulder and down at you as he waited for her next direction, drinking in the sight of her two fingers jabbing into your pussy with no mercy.

“I’m sorry, Mommy!” You cried out in return, finally giving her what she wanted.

“Better.” She sighed, pulling her fingers out - clearly, she had never been fucking your pussy with the intention of making you cum, but simply playing with you like the toy that you were, winding you up for her own enjoyment.

She leaned down and left a sharp, sudden bite on your ass, right on that same already sore spot, enjoying the scream you let out - another beautifully pathetic sound that only served to remind her of the power she held over you.

She then reached to her belt, going for the knife that she always kept there. For a moment, Glenn thought that she might cut the rope and finally free your wrists - but she surprised him when she used a hold on your arm to turn you over until you were resting on your back.

Once again, moving with utter certainty, she brought the blade to the bottom of your tee shirt and began slicing, easily tearing the fabric in half until your entire body was exposed - leaving your bare chest heaving as you let out a wild moan, far too turned on by the act of her cutting your clothes off you.

“Fuck, Mommy-” You breathed out, now most definitely in that buttery, utterly subservient headspace that Maggie needed you to be in.

“You gonna be a good little whore?” Maggie asked with a smirk, putting her knife back into its holster.

Before you had time to answer, she reached out a sharply twisted one of your nipples, causing you to let out a pathetic wail, arching into the touch.

“Ah! Yes! Yes, Mommy!” You replied, quivering and entirely subservient to her. “I’m yours. I’m good - I’ll be good. Please.”

Glenn’s skin was tingling with the feeling lingering in the air, drool easily pooling in his mouth just from getting to witness this. He was surprised when a small gasp escaped his lips as Maggie delivered a small smack to one of your tits, truly driving home her power with a little bit of extra pain, having you moaning and pressing your tits into the air, eager for more.

“Good.” Maggie said firmly. “Mommy’s glad you’re finally ready to be filled up.”

Glenn was more than eager and willing, but he should have been slightly afraid when Maggie reached back to the ground and grabbed his belt once again.

He should have been anticipating that what came next was going to drive him beyond his limits, but truly - he was far too turned on to care.

…

Not much later, Glenn found himself flat on his back in the middle of the bed, his hands tangled up and bound by the leather of his belt. He was tied to one of the slats on the fancy wooden headboard, with you completely divested of any remaining clothing and perched above him, your hands still tied behind your back, meaning that both of you had absolutely no control over the situation. Exactly how Maggie preferred things.

Maggie had manhandled you into place with that perfect, well-worked strength of hers and hadn’t hesitated to perch you right on top of Glenn’s cock, forcing you to sink down on top of his thick, eight-inch length - so now you were surrounding him like a wonderful, wet, hot sleeve. It was a feeling that had driven him insane within seconds.

Of course, you were clumsy and had practically no control, even though you were the one on top of him. You could do nothing with your arms tight behind your back and your legs weak from Maggie’s earlier brutal fucking of your pussy. You could do nothing but let her guide you. With her hands firm on your hips, she was using you like a perfect doll, like a fleshlight on Glenn’s cock, hammering you down onto his pelvis.

And though he was blind to how long it had been since you had sunk down onto his cock (he certainly wasn’t timing it and wasn’t keeping an eye on any one of the antique clocks in the room, not with your gorgeous tits swaying in front of his face) - it felt like it had been hours of brutal heat gripping him, smothering him in a private desert that had covered him in a thick sheen of sweat and made his muscles ache from the effort.

He was already swimming in a puddle of his own cum, his heavy balls already soaked and sloppy slick, making everything sound even filthier every single time Maggie dropped you down on top of him once again, making him feel gross in a way that somehow turned him on. He couldn’t help but to love every second of this - his mind hazy, his mouth wide open as he panted like a dog, desperate for air, your tits bouncing in his face as you moved on top of him with just as much desperation, chanting in quiet mumbles under your breath.

“Fill me up, fill me up, fuck-”

Somehow, he was still iron hard inside of you from the sheer demand of your hot pussy squeezing him, from Maggie’s beautiful southern voice going on, and on, telling the both of you exactly what she wanted.

“He’s gonna fill you up so good,” Maggie said, petting a hand across Glenn’s stomach in a sweet way that made his aching muscles melt. “Aren’t you, honey? Yeah? You’re gonna fill our girl up so good - gonna fill up this little pussy til she can’t take anymore,”

His cock was almost in pain at this point, and he almost felt like a prisoner, tied up and trapped underneath you with Maggie’s piercing eyes staring at him over your shoulder. But he realized that this was the best place in the world to be trapped. It was a smothering heat, a stinging pain that drove him insane. But it was where he was needed - it was a demand from two of the finest women in the world, a need for him, for his cock - a need that nobody else could ever fill. If it made Glenn a prisoner, then he would serve a life sentence and be a Walker chained up for the two of you to mock and admire as some kind of sick ornament and he would be happy about it.

It was the best kind of torture he could have ever imagined.

“Fuck, it hurts,”

Glenn whined, his head utterly dizzy - he wasn’t even sure if it was a complaint or not, simply a statement of fact. It was a point of awe as a jolt of sharp pleasure-pain zapped through his rod-hard cock and somehow - he found himself loving it, found himself letting out a sharp whine and jostling his hips up into your heat, seeking more of that delicious, deadly feeling.

“Aww, darlin, it’s almost like you’re new at this,”

Maggie replied, tossing him a grin.

She reached around a pinched one of your nipples, and you arched into the touch, and Glenn found his jaw lolling open in a sharp pant, his neck arching forward automatically with the urge to taste, the need to lap over that delicious, plump skin. But he was tied down with his arms stretched high above his head and unable to reach, and if he had any brain left in his head at all, he would have known that he must have looked like a foolish, dumb dog chasing after a treat that he couldn’t have.

“I get what I want.” Maggie continued on. “And what I want - is for this sweet little bitch to be pregnant. By tonight.” Maggie grabbed your cheeks sharply on both sides to emphasize the point, and you let out a whine in response. “So you’re gonna get your job done, Glenn. You’re gonna breed her up good, or I’m gonna leave the two of ya tied up here til it’s done - got it?”

Glenn huffed out a breath - the mental image of you pregnant, especially pregnant alongside Maggie, both of you round together, with swollen breasts and glowing skin and… both of you having his babies, both of you needy for his cock, waking him up in the middle of the night, just as demanding as Maggie had been over the past few weeks. It was just as terrifying and dizzying as it was absolutely thrilling.

“I want it.” You moaned out, your voice echoing and frantic. “I want it, I want it, I want it! Please, Glenn!”

You looked down at him with tears glassy across your eyes, your utter desperation punching him in the gut.

You really wanted to get pregnant. You really wanted to get pregnant with his baby.

Fuck.

“Promise her.” Maggie barked. “Promise her that you’re gonna knock her up!”

She then lightly smacked Glenn across the thigh behind you, jolting him into action.

“Fuck, ah!” Glenn gasped. “I promise. I promise, Y/N. I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll give you as many babies as you want, I swear.”

He wished that he could have pulled you close to kiss you as a way of sealing his promise, an in that silent way that she always understood him, Maggie grabbed you harshly by the hair and shoved you down toward Glenn, pressing your tits tightly up against his chest as she shoved your mouth into his in a messy, sloppy, somehow very heart-warming kiss. Glenn moaned into your mouth and you shoved your tongue past his lips, entirely eager to taste him.

“You’re gonna look so gorgeous when you’re all knocked up, little bird.” Maggie whispered in your ear. “Such a pretty little breeding bitch for us,”

All too soon, she yanked you away from Glenn’s mouth with that hold on your hair, and the harsh tugging on your roots causing a delightful spike of pain combined with her filthy words sent your body spiralling towards the edge.

“Fuck, Mommy!”

You choked on a moan and Glenn felt you spasming around him, your hips grinding non-rhythmically on his cock in sharp jumps - fuck, you were cumming. You were cumming just from the idea of him knocking you up.

And fuck - he was cumming again too.

Glenn let out a grunt from deep within his chest and instinctively fucked himself up into you in a few sharp pumps. But at this point, when the hot flood came spilling from his cock, mixing with your overflowing wetness and his own previous loads of cum, he couldn’t even tell where the new mess began and the old mess ended. It was all just stickiness and filth at this point.

There was a single, tiny moment where he thought that his dick just might give up - where his body might forcibly black out and that he would wake up later, inevitably in this same position of utterly beautiful torture. But instead, a sharp, tingling pain ran across his skin and developed into a mild muscle cramp in his pelvis, and he remained rock-hard inside of you, once again squeezed by your gorgeous, wet, warm pussy while Maggie kept grinding you down across his filthy wet pubic hair.

“Fuck, fuck, Mommy - I’m so full, I’m so full-”

You stuttered out, your eyes shut and your words slurring with a kind of drunkenness as your head tipped back to rest on Maggie’s shoulder - she looked at you with a unique, utterly satisfied, near villainous expression as she smoothly petted away some stray hairs from your face. Her breasts were heaving inside of her shirt and Glenn could just imagine how wet she was inside of her jeans.

“Well, that’s the point, little bird.” She told you softly, her voice a coo that was edging on teasing once again. “You’re s’pose to get all full til you’re little cunt can’t take anymore… get all bred up and give Mommy another baby.”

Glenn let out a growl at these words - his brain utterly possessed by the idea that yes, it was Maggie’s baby. It was his baby. It was your baby, just like the baby inside of her was yours. The three of you so utterly interconnected that you might as well be handcuffed together on a daily basis.

Maggie put a firm hand on your lower belly, as if to demonstrate her point, as if willing Glenn’s cum to take, to get you pregnant right then and there. You arched into the touch, inadvertently grinding yourself against him in a way that drove him even more insane.

“I need it, fuck, I need it,” You mumbled out ravenously. “I need to be full, I to be bred, please,”

Somewhere along the way, Glenn had realized that this was about revenge.

Maggie wanted to fuck in Gregory’s bed to get back at him. Jesus wouldn’t let her kill him, not without good reason. Especially not since tentative peace had been established with the Saviours - he went on about how ‘no more bloodshed’ was necessary, and in a way, as annoying as he found Gregroy, Glenn agreed.

So Maggie found other ways to get back at him. She had you and Jesus drink his good scotch to reward the two of you for all your hard work, and she would dilute the bottles with water when the two of you were done. Then she would quietly laugh whenever the man droned on about how good a ‘finely aged’ drink tasted, clearly knowing that his unrefined palette could not taste the difference between actually good scotch and the watered down bullshit that she had left him. She snuck Rick and Daryl some of his fine cigars when they arrived with trade items, and when he asked why the count was lower when he remembered, she acted clueless and told him that his count must have been off.

But this was the most brazen she had ever been with her taunting of Gregory.

Some part of Glenn knew that she had absolutely no intentions of changing the sheets - that a great part of her satisfaction would come from leaving dried cum all over his fine linens and either forcing him to clean it up himself (leaving him with the awkward, embarrassing knowledge of what it was). Or letting him be foolish enough to sleep in it if he somehow didn’t notice it. With Maggie always knowing that he was sleeping on the same mattress where Glenn had fucked a baby into you (if he got it right on the first try, which - he didn’t think he was going to miss with this much of his cum stuffed inside of you now).

And somehow, that thought turned him on, too.

Maggie reached down behind you and Glenn let out a very undignified wail when she groped his balls - the skin was slick with your wetness, but he was already so sore, his body so spent and used. The touch sent a sensation through his body, rocking him with overwhelming pleasure - he wasn’t sure how he remained conscious at that point.

“Got anymore for me?” She asked, giving him a wicked grin. “Huh? You gonna be a good boy for me ‘n fill our girl up some more?”

“Jesus,” Glenn hissed, intensely overwhelmed - between Maggie’s words, her touch, and the clench of your cunt around him once again as Maggie’s other hand reached up to tweak your nipple - her question was truly answered.

Like a man possessed, Glenn choked on a breath and garbled spit, somehow shooting another load into your already well used, very wet pussy. Maggie hummed in a pleased tone, and then, seemingly, planted her hands on your hips with the purpose of finally moving you off Glenn.

But she was disrupted by a knock on the door. The sound shook Glenn with anxiety - up until that moment, he had been so perfectly stuck in a bubble where only you, him, and Maggie existed, and hadn’t even thought about the consequences of getting caught.

“Hey, uh - Maggie?” Jesus’s very timid voice came from the other side of the door. Usually he wasn’t shy, but… god, he must have heard what was going on behind the closed door, making him incredibly hesitant to interrupt. “Sasha just arrived with those panels for the greenhouse that you wanted, and she wants to go over the plans again, so… do you mind coming downstairs?”

“Be right there!” Maggie called back.

Much to Glenn’s horror, she climbed off the bed, leaving you to drop back onto Glenn’s cock firmly. You let out another harsh noise as he sank deep inside of you again and Glenn practically saw stars as his body shook with overstimulation. Maggie didn’t look back in your direction - she crossed the room to the door (leaving behind the flannel she had been wearing as an outer shirt, now only in a thin tank top) and her boots, and she scooted out the door, closing it behind her quickly, as to not let any wandering eyes peek inside.

But this left you and Glenn, tied up, stuck together - his cock still fully seated inside of you. (He was willing himself to go soft, to relax, but it was incredibly difficult with you squirming on top of him and making those pretty little noises as you did so, your tits heaving with every breath, your blissful, fucked-out face still right there in his line of sight, your heat still fully gripping his aching, sore dick. Fuck.)

“Can - can you get off me?” Glenn choked out, absolutely no power in his voice, meek and whimpery as ever.

“I’m trying.” You moaned back weakly, still squirming. Your thighs were quivering terribly and your knees were shaking as you tried to lift yourself up, your arms absolutely no help to give you leverage while they were held hostage with the rough rope behind your back. “It’s not my fault I’m stuck on a full seven inches over here.”

“Eight.” Glenn mumbled back in return. (He wasn’t even being cocky with the correction, not in his opinion. It was simply factual.)

“Now is not the time, pizza boy.” You grumbled in complaint, letting out another weak whimper when you accidentally caused his tip to graze across a partially weak spot inside of you, causing more wetness to flood out around the base of his cock - something he definitely felt, and hated how it made his cock throb sorely.

“Fuck, stop that!” He growled at you.

“Stop? Stop what? Stop trying to get up like you fucking told me to?” You replied, annoyed - Maggie had been gone for about a minute, and you had already developed back into a mean brat. No surprise there. “Make up your fucking mind, Glenn, because I know that you’re whiny and overstimulated, but I could sit on your cock all day if I wanted to-”

Your empty threat was quickly cut off when the bedroom door swung open again, and Maggie charged back inside.

“You know, I should make you do it.” Maggie said, clearly having heard your words.

Both you and Glenn craned your necks to look at her as she sat in one of the large cushioned armchairs and began putting on her boots, all graceful confidence and power, every single move calculated and elegant - making the two of you wait with baited breath before she spoke again.

“You’re such a goddamn brat - I should make you stay there, stuffed full until I come back to get you.”

“Maggie, please.” Glenn begged quietly, trying to appeal to her - giving her his best puppy eyes, trying to remind her that he had done nothing wrong.

She let out a harsh sigh, defeated, unable to resist that look from him.

When she stood up from the chair, she finally came over and grabbed you with an arm around your waist, hoisting you off Glenn - the two of you parting made the filthiest sound, slick and wet as his cock slapped down onto his stomach. You were left gaping, a flood of cum instantly leaking out of you and making a mess over your thighs and across the bed, exactly as Maggie had wanted.

Glenn found himself enraptured by the sight - especially when you inevitably clenched your pussy around the empty feeling and more of his cum spilled out of you.

Maggie couldn’t help herself - she reached out and used two fingers to push the mess back into you, causing you to whimper weakly as the intrusion prodded against your swollen, well-used walls.

“I should fuck you again.” Maggie whispered against your ear, a hot threat as she shoved her fingers deep inside of you, rough and unforgiving. “I should teach you a lesson for mouthin’ off to Glenn. But - I do have a meeting to get to.”

You let out a sigh of relief when she pulled her fingers out of you, and then reached for her knife, finally moving to cut the rope holding your wrists giving your now very sore arms some room to move and stretch. Maggie then moved to untie Glenn, and instinctively, when he saw the raw skin of your wrists from the rough texture of the rope, he couldn’t help but to bring your hand up and kiss across your wrist, wanting to soothe it a bit, even if just emotionally.

“You’re too soft with her.” Maggie scolded him, no real heat behind it. “That’s why she’s such a brat.”

“Maybe.” Glenn shrugged in reply, giving you a small smile, which you easily returned.

You wanted to make a comment about how you were a brat because you liked to see how far you could push Maggie - but you held the words in.

“Go get cleaned up,” Maggie told Glenn, picking up his pants and pushing them into his hands, and then shoving him toward the attached ensuite bathroom. He was quick to move, following her instructions. “I have a long afternoon ahead of me, yammering on about the goddamn greenhouse plans - so unfortunately I can’t just leave the two of you alone in here.”

“You ruined my shirt,” You whined, moving to pick up your pants and looking at the pile of shredded fabric that had once been your shirt with sad eyes.

“I’ll get you a new one.” Maggie replied easily.

When you moved to walk around her, going to use the bathroom to clean the (vast amount of) cum off you, Maggie put a hand in the middle of your still very sweaty chest, stopping you.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook just cause I have things to attend to.” She said, locking you in that firm gaze once again.

You caught Glenn’s eye behind her shoulder, and he held in laughter. He genuinely wondered what you had done earlier that day to deserve such a punishment. But he was just glad to be an observer on the sidelines rather than someone at the end of Maggie’s clever lustful wrath.

…

For the rest of the day, you received strange looks from everyone who was at Hilltop, trying to go about their day, doing their chores, because you were walking as though you had just gotten off a particularly long, painful horse ride.

Maybe it was the few extra, vicious strikes to the ass that Maggie had given you when you had complained about the punishment that she was sentencing you to, or maybe it was the punishment itself. That punishment being - stuffing a large plug inside if you in an attempt to keep Glenn’s cum in, and not letting you wash up so that you wouldn’t waste a single drop, wouldn’t wash any of his precious spend down the drain.

But with the gape that his wide cock had left you in, that small plug wasn’t quite enough to keep bits of his cum from spilling out of you whenever you moved, so along with your dirty thighs and matted pubic hair, every single time you moved, you felt your underwear and jeans becoming more and more soiled with the evidence of what the three of you had done.

And to the most careful, watchful eye (that being Glenn’s of course - he tried his best to busy himself with his chores, willing his tired, aching cock to stay down, because he feared that it just might fall off if he got hard again that day) - the seam of your jeans where it was pressing up against your cunt was just a bit darker, the fabric actively wet and stuck to you, soaked from his cum leaking out of you and likely from how turned on you still were from the whole thing.

Glenn had to force himself to focus on his assigned chores, because if he didn’t - he just might have pulled you aside into the trees and tried again to fuck another baby into you. After all, it was what Maggie wanted. And she always got what she wanted in the end.

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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a oneshot and there will not be a 'Part 2' or a continuation. If you are going to comment on this fic, please comment on the body of work that has been written, rather than asking for a continuation.

If you like this dynamic, feel free to come to my inbox and tell me that you liked this fic for that reason, and I will likely write more with this pairing (the Maggie x Reader x Glenn pairing). But I will not be continuing this fic directly. You can also check out my other Gleggie x Reader fic Hold Me Tight Or Don't, or you can check out my other TWD fics by going through my Walking Dead Masterlist. Happy reading, and I hope you have a great day!

#sundrop writes #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead smut #twd smut #twd x read #gleggie #gleggie x reader #maggie rhee x reader #maggie rhee #maggie greene x reader #maggie greene #maggie rhee smut #glenn rhee x reader #glenn rhee imagine #glenn rhee #glenn rhee smut

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bambidixon · 1 month ago

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Currently crying because I love when people say nice things to Daryl. He needs that so much—it breaks my heart how much reassurance he needs when he’s going through hard times. Just to name a few off the top of my head "You're every bit as good as them." "You're one of the good things in the world."

All the times Rick and Aaron insisted on making him see that he’s a good person and that he doesn’t have to keep pushing people away. And, of course, his entire journey with Beth.

I just love when people make him feel appreciated because, before them, he probably never got that from anyone. Please, please, if you remember more moments, SHARE THEM WITH ME. I’m so upset right now—why does he have to be apart from his family? Worse than that, he’s had to watch so many of them die. 😭😭😭

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon headcanons #beth greene #carol peletier #twd carol #carol and daryl #twd rick #rick grimes #twd maggie

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poetic-ivy · 10 months ago

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can u imagine telling your 17yo that his father is dead and his only reaction is to be like ‘okay. I must show u smth very important’ and then take u by the hand to your front door in the middle of the night before poorly howling like an animal at the sky

#imagine being maggie calloway. you can’t. none of us can know how fucking insane it must have been #green creek #wolfsong #ox matheson #yeah I’m rereading again and yeah I’m having a normal one #eli.txt

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southernimpala · 1 year ago

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not anymore pt2

summary: y/n tries growing in her grief at hilltop.

pairing: carl grimes x female reader

a/n: ya’llllllll thank you so much for loving the first part!!! i’d actually written pt1 a year ago and never rlly planned to ever make a pt2 but ask and you shall receive lolol, hope you like!!

*read part 1 here*

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“todays the day rick n carl should be gettin here,” maggie said, sending a spoon with tomato soup into her mouth, “you ready to see him?”

i released a shaky breath, playing with my own bowl of food as my starved appetite vanished. i stared at the red, swirling liquid. “i don’t know.”

“a month wasn’t enough time apart?” she asked, eyeing me cautiously.

i hadn’t wanted to repeat myself, but i had no other answer. “i- i don’t know.”

it hadnt seemed like a month apart. i would’ve sworn it had been yesterday i walked out of alexandria alone, two duffel bags in my hand and a gun, ready to fend off anything or anyone that crossed my path.

but it had been a month, the longest we’d ever been apart. and i missed him more than anything.

it still didn’t shake my hesitancy, my worry that the moment we spend time alone we’ll go back to disagreements and fighting and perhaps, i’d never go back to alexandria again. and that’ll be the end of us. till one of dies and the other is forced to reconcile the fact that we’d never made up.

it scared me to see him. to see death again.

“well,” maggie swallowed again, her short hair bristling in the chilly air from the open window, “i think when you see him, that’s when you’ll really know.”

i nodded slowly, my eyes still trained on my soup.

she stood up out of the chair, “i need to find greg, talk to him ‘bout a few things.” she eyed me again, noticing my static, unmoving position. “you’ll be alright while i’m gone?”

i looked up at her then, not wanting her to worry, “i’ll be fine, mags.”

she gave me a small, reassuring smile and a kiss on the crown of my head before she went off, and i was left in my thoughts.

luckily, maggie’s trailer provided a lot of privacy, and knowing the tenants at hilltop, i wouldn’t be disturbed.

i stared off to a chip in the paint, thinking.

——

“i can come with you.”

“carl-“

“why can’t i just take you to hilltop and leave?”

“because, carl, don’t-“

“it’s dangerous, y/n, and reckless-“

“carl-“

“and stupid-“

“would you stop interrupting me!”

he went quiet then, his burly arms crossed over his flannel chest, eye staring daggers into my figure.

we stood by the door to our house, two duffel bags leaning against the wall i so desperately wanted to pick up and run out.

i knew despite him saying he wouldn’t stop me going, it wouldn’t eliminate the imminent last ditch effort fight from occurring.

“you told me you’d let me go.” i said slowly, as if reprimanding a child, “don’t go back on your word.”

he rolled his eyes, “god forbid i don’t want you out there by yourself! have my dad take you for fucks sake just don’t-“ he pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling stressfully, “don’t go by yourself.”

“i can take care of myself, carl.” i spat, feeling anger surge through me at his distrust in me. “i’ve survived this long.”

“you never know what can happen out there.” he threw his hands up, “or here! yesterday, that dick’s gun was to your head in this fucking room!”

i felt his rage, i voiced his yells. it made my head spiral that i were still trapped in alexandria, suffocating in this broken reflection of my relationship that could barely withstand some independence.

but, bringing myself to reality, i also knew his fear, knew the dread at the unknown. knew the loss he was experiencing even while i was still standing in front of him, alive and breathing.

i shuddered out a breath, walking over to him to put my hands sturdily on his shoulders.

i looked up at him, watching his anger dissipate when we locked eyes.

“i know you’re scared for me,” i said softly, talking quickly before he’d have a chance, “but i need you to trust me.”

“y/n-“

“no,” i put my finger to his soft lips, “let me finish.”

i brought my hand down, his eye watching my finger fall from his flesh.

“i’ll send a letter the second i get to hilltop, so you know i’m safe,” i swallowed, “i’ll have my gun loaded and extra ammo, anything i could scavenge up from the armory.”

his eyebrow relaxed, listening to me talk.

“this is what we’re made for now,” i shook him a bit and sent him a weary smile to ease his tension, “we’re made to do these things on our own.”

he exhaled shakily, nodding to fool himself into thinking he’d allow this, that he’d watch me walk away from him into trees of undead and alive.

i leaned up to his face, our noses brushing every so slightly. my heart boomed in my chest, beating so hard i swore he could hear it himself. maybe it was both of our hearts, desperate to intertwine again.

“do you trust me?” i whispered softly, so our lips grazed.

i heard him swallow, and the breath from his nose fan my face.

“yeah,”

i pulled back at that, knowing if we kissed, for the first time since…, i knew i’d lose the battle to my heart and stay.

i grabbed the two duffel bags and locked my palm around the doorknob.

looking over my shoulder, i sent a reassuring smile, “i’ll see you when we’re okay.”

he didn’t respond, and while it sent a jolt to my gut of disappointment and guilt, i turned back and opened the door.

“y/n,” i heard him say, just as i left.

i barely looked over my shoulder.

“i love you.”

i bit my lip, finally, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.

“i love you, too.”

and the door shut.

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crossing the lines to hilltop and realizing who i’d be seeing almost sent me running the other direction.

fear of maggie’s state of being gave me a headache as i drew closer to the entrance, and once i was close enough in view, could see her faint outline on a lookout post illuminated by the bright sun behind her.

i knew she saw me when i heard a voice scream my name.

she disappeared from the post and soon the large, wooden doors opened. i ran the rest of the way, dropping my bags and falling tiredly into her expectant arms.

as much as i told myself i’d stay strong for her, the smell of her hair and the memories of that night came sweeping back and i sobbed, wet and noisily, into her chest that shook with her own cries.

i didn’t realize we’d fallen to the floor till i felt my exposed knees sting from skimming the rough dirt.

“what-“ she sniffled, a sob breaking through her, “what are you doing here?”

i took a shaky breath in, trying to compose myself, “i came to see you.”

she frowned, burying her face back into my shoulder.

we cried a few more moments, let ourselves drown in glenn’s absence, in front of all the onlookers who just watched silently.

i pulled back, dread creeping into my stomach when i looked at maggie’s

“the-“ i swallowed, “the baby-“

“fine,” she answered quickly, stroking tears off my cheeks and sending me a faint smile, “just fine.”

i breathed a sigh of relief, nodding at the scarce good news before standing and helping her up, too.

she looked healthier than the last time i saw her, fatter in her face and her arms. her stomach barely bulged as a reminder a part of glenn resided there.

behind her i saw sasha standing, her arms folded. even from far away, i could tell she just looked even worse, instead of better.

i sent her my best sympathetic smile, receiving one back but knowing deep down, it was just another lie to comfort me.

i looked to maggie, gripping her forearms, “take me to him.”

seeing glenn’s grave, surprisingly, comforted me more than disturbed me. to know we had him, safe under dirt and bugs, but still, safe. better than laying out in the gravel, for prying, evil eyes to view him.

he was returned back to us in less than one piece, but his soul was whole with us.

i held maggie’s hand as we looked down, a few flowers resting over the raised patch of dirt.

i swallowed harshly, “what would he think now?”

“of what?” she asked softly, our eyes never wavering from the ground.

“of carl and i. of what’s been destroyed.”

i felt her squeeze my hand, “you and carl aren’t destroyed.”

i shook my head, feeling tears blur my vision and my nose sting.

she continued, “you’re right for the time apart, to grieve separately if that’s what you need.”

“is it enough?” i asked brokenly, finally looking at her.

she gestured our intertwined hands to glenn’s grave.

“ask him.”

and so i did.

i spoke to glenn’s grave everyday. sometimes scattered stories of our memories, from the prison, from on the road. sometimes i cried so hard i couldn’t breathe under the empty dusk, sometimes i laughed so hard my stomach hurt. sometimes i sat in silence.

but mostly i talked about carl.

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if i stared hard enough at that paint chip, i could’ve sworn the wall tore a bit more right before my eyes.

i knew who i had to see, to remind me this absence was for something, that i’d grown in my grief.

my feet carried me to his grave, hidden away behind maggie’s trailer. i sat down comfortably in front of it, hugging my knees to my chest.

“are we okay?” i whispered to the air. “will i see you in him?”

“was all of this for nothing? will it always be this way, glenn?” i wiped my hand over my nose.

i let out a shaky breath at the thought, “can we overcome this?”

“yes.”

my head whipped around, and i saw carl, standing with his arms at his sides, tears filling up his ocean eye.

it gave me whiplash how fast i stood up and launched myself into his unexpecting arms. they rested limp for a moment, but quickly moved to hug my torso tightly, lifting my feet slightly off the grass as i wedged my head between his neck.

we pulled back slightly to stare at each other, and i searched his face for the blood, for the black line, for the axe.

i smiled softly when i realized all i saw were glenn’s memories.

happy memories, of the hot days at the prison when we sweat so hard playing tag, of playing a dusty board game in alexandria the first night when we were too hesitant to sleep, of watching his love with maggie and seeing it reflected in carl and i.

“why’re you smiling?” he whispered, his own face pulling to reveal a grin. he knew.

i leaned in closer, tipping his sheriffs hat up so our noses could brush.

“because i don’t see it, not anymore.” i finally let our lips touch, a kiss that sent flames bursting in my stomach and my fingers to shake with anticipation.

he leaned into the kiss, and i felt the breath on my face at his sigh of relief.

i knew he knew what i meant when i saw the tiny twinkle in his eyes reappear looking at me, knowing he felt the same.

i pulled back ever too quickly, evident in how he leaned in again.

but before i gave him the chance to kiss me again, i let my smile burst through.

we all had a long way to go, people to kill and more people to lose, but in this moment, right in this moment:

“i see you now.” i said.

and that was enough.

#carl grimes angst #carl grimes #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes fluff #twd #the walking dead #maggie greene #maggie rhee #twd angst #glenn rhee #carl grimes one shot #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x fem!reader #twd season 7 #twd carl

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lovesickwounds · 3 months ago

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MAIN MASTERLIST ⋆♆.˚

𓊝 PERCY JACKSON

𓊝 LUKE CASTELLAN

𓊝 NICO DI ANGELO

𓊝 ANNABETH CHASE

𓊝 GROVER UNDERWOOD

𓊝 CARL GRIMES

𓊝 RON ANDERSON

𓊝 ENID

𓊝 GLENN RHEE

𓊝 BETH GREENE

𓊝 MAGGIE GREENE/RHEE

𓊝 DARYL DIXON

𓊝 RICK GRIMES

𓊝 BRUCE WAYNE

— spoiled

𓊝 DICK GRAYSON

𓊝 JASON TODD

— pleading

𓊝 TIM DRAKE

𓊝 DAMIAN WAYNE

— sound of music

𓊝 STEPHANIE BROWN

𓊝 CASSANDRA CAIN

𓊝 CLARK KENT

𓊝 JONATHAN KENT

𓊝 TODD ANDERSON

𓊝 CHARLIE DALTON

𓊝 STEPHEN MEEKS

𓊝 GERARD PITTS

𓊝 NEIL PERRY

𓊝 KNOX OVERSTREET

𓊝 REMUS LUPIN

𓊝 SIRIUS BLACK

𓊝 JAMES POTTER

𓊝 REGULUS BLACK

𓊝 LILY EVANS

𓊝 HARRY POTTER

𓊝 RON WEASLEY

𓊝 HERMIONE GRANGER

𓊝 GEORGE WEASLEY

𓊝 FRED WEASLEY

𓊝 SEAMUS FINNIGAN

𓊝 NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

(this is “the lost boys” by the way!!)

𓊝 PAUL

𓊝 MARKO

𓊝 DAVID

𓊝 DWAYNE

𓊝 SAM EMERSON

𓊝 MICHAEL EMERSON

𓊝 STAR

any other miscellaneous ones will be added here!! (or given their own spot lol, only added if i do so few characters from something)

𓊝 MITCH KRAMER

𓊝 RANDALL ‘PINK’ FLOYD

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femmeslashed · 1 year ago

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Amazon

Maggie Greene x F!Reader

Content/Warnings: First Meetings, Canon Typical Violence. ~ 400 Words

There’s only one bullet left in the chamber of your handgun when three walkers catch up with you in the middle of the woods. You aim and shoot at one of them, but the smothering heat, the running, and the sweat, makes you miss your mark and the bullet hits a tree instead. Your vision blurs, but you keep your feet moving.

Exhaustion cause you to fall on your face. You're quick to bring your hands down to ease the fall as much as you can, but one of your shoulders still hits the ground.

Hearing the feet dragging of the dead at your tail, you look back to see them inching closer, and you think this is it. You’re about to become one of them. You try to push your body up and grab one of your arms, but you jerk away from his rotten hands. Suddenly, all their heads swivel, as so does yours, at the sound of loud galloping approaching.

A woman emerges between the trees, riding a horse like an Amazon, with a large machete in hand that quickly slashes two of them with practice ease. Then, she brings the horse to halt, pulling the rains before taking care of the other walker.

You sigh heavily and swallow. “Thank you.”

“We oughta watch each other’s backs.” The mysterious woman with stunning green eyes responds with a shy smile.

“How did you…”

“Saw you from the ridge.” She drawls.

“Oh.” You look around, a little lost, and collect your weapon from the ground. “Well, thanks again.”

“It was nothing.”

“No, it wasn’t. Most people don’t just drop everything to help someone nowadays.”

“I’m not most people.” She smiles sweetly as her horse moves sideways. “You’re not from here, are you?”

You shake your head, “I was just passing by.”

“Do you have a group?”

“No, ma’am. I’m on my own.”

“Name’s Maggie.”

You tell her your name in return and nod ruefully at her.

You can see her contemplate for a long moment before offering you a place to stay for a few days. You hesitate when it comes to trusting strangers. Maggie seems genuine, good Samaritan, but one can never be too careful.

“It’s just daddy, Beth, and some friends. The farm is secure, you can stay a few days to regroup. I promise we won't bite.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at that last pun.

“Okay.”

#maggie greene #maggie greene x reader #the walking dead #twd #twd fanfiction #maggie greene imagine #lauren cohan #imagines #drabble #femmeslashedfics #wlw

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darylbae · 11 months ago

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maggie doing your hair in braids because you’re injured and can’t do it yourself. her kissing the top of your head when she’s done.

i trust you — maggie greene 🩰

in which upon arriving to alexandria, you and maggie have your first truly intimate moment

You didn't trust a square meter of this place. And you'd told Rick this many times, but you had been largely outvoted on this. So when you finally arrived in Alexandria, being given your own homes, any luxuries you'd once forgotten when the world had ended, you still didn't feel... welcome? But you trusted Rick, you trusted the group, you trusted Maggie. You and Maggie had been a close friendship turned confusing. The two of you had lingering moments, neither one of you were brave enough at first to act upon it. Until Maggie had enough, huffing and telling you how she felt, and that she needed to know whether to forget it or not. The two of you then made your feelings clear, and you were a lot more comfortable about it. It had been a few months of just following your feelings. Excited to just shower and feel clean, you'd enjoyed the steaming water on your skin, the soap in your hair, whilst feeling apprehensive about this place. It was something you needed to vent to Maggie about.

After your showers, Maggie was sat in the empty living room, scrunching her hair with a towel. "Hey." "Hey." You smiled. "How was the shower?" "Great." She could tell something was off, even as you sat on the floor to rest your head on the couch, something was weighing on that mind of yours. "Talk to me." She could see the cogs in your brain turning, you were so transparent to her. And you loved it. You loved that she could sense something was wrong. Her fingers ran through your hair delicately, and you hummed in pure satisfaction. "Come on." She patted the floor between her legs, and you'd crawled to sit between her. This was something that happened often. You'd admitted to her a while ago you never really learnt how to braid, and she was dumbfounded. She loved braiding, she'd braid the horses hair, her sister's hair, her own when she allowed it to grow. So she'd teach you, but also secretly loved the excuse to just touch you and your hair. "I guess I just am overly cautious about this place," you began to feel her fingers drag through your hair, and you were already soothed, "I don't trust people, never have. Why would they welcome a group they know like to get their hands dirty? Why did we accept it so easily?" Maggie listened to you rant, whilst braiding your hair gently, breathing in the soapy scent. "Can I offer my advice?" "Please." "Do you trust me?" She asked. "The most." Maggie blushed, her heart beating faster as she loved hearing it. "I would never let anyone hurt you or anyone in this group. I'd die before I let that happen. I'm not saying you shouldn't trust it, but just consider it for a while. How about if you don't like it, we'll leave. Me and you. Find our own way in this world." You turned to look at her, as she was nearing the end of your braid. "I couldn't ask you to leave everyone." "You're not. I believe we can settle here, but if you're not comfortable, then I'm not." She explained, her hands now sat on top of your head as you stared at her. "Thank you, Mags. I do feel a lot better." She smiled sweetly, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head, wanting to keep her hands on you all night, to just be in your space and have you in hers.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years ago

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Hey, can you write smut and fluff for maggie Greene x reader?

༉‧₊˚. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

― pairing: maggie greene x fem!plus size reader

― era: season 10/11

― Summary: you'd never thought you'd be here having giggly morning sex with your girlfriend maggie.

― warnings: kissing, dry humping, oral (r. receiving).

― wc: 1171

⋆ a/n: i know this is so cliche and typical and almost all my maggie fanfics are like this but whatever this is my blog and i'm gay and it's pride month so i can do what i want. i know this might be a little controversial to my glenn lovers, but i swear i didn't forget about him.

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You hadn’t known Maggie until she had joined to help Georgie build up the community in which you were a part of. All you knew was that she was a single mom that had lost her husband.

She was gorgeous to say the least, but you had forced yourself to push your feelings for the older woman down, assisting her with shy smiles and kind words, even sometimes looking after Hershel Jr., when she and Georgie would go out and search for other settlements.

Never would you have ever imagined that you and her would get together.

She had approached you after months of unknowingly dancing around each other, expressing her interest for you, but also how conflicted she felt about you as well. She knew that she loved you, but she was still mourning over Glenn, but you were quick to reassure her that you would never try to replace him in any way, shape, or form. She was willing to try for you, but also because she knew Glenn would want her to be happy, and she knew that if he was still alive, that he would like you too.

Now, you were cuddled up together, your face buried in Maggie’s neck as she rested. You blinked the sleep from your eyes, lifting your hand that was resting on her chest to shield your eyes from the sun peeking through the blinds. She had been able to rest a lot lately, with the community well ready for the upcoming winter, there was not much she had left to do. You were grateful for the time you were able to spend with her, and you knew Hershel was too; it was always a nice surprise when the both of you would pick him up from school and have dinner together instead of it just being you and him.

Pressing light kisses to her neck, you nibbled at her jaw before sitting up to give her kisses all over her face. You could see her eyebrows and nose slightly scrunch up in her sleep, which made you grin even wider.

“Mags.” You whispered against her cheek. “Wake up.” You coaxed gently. She hummed, squeezing her eyes a little harder this time before opening them.

“Hi.” She said quietly with a smile. “Hi.” You said back. This time, you leaned up to capture her lips in yours and she cringed. “What about my mornin’ breath?” She drawled. “You know I don’t care about that.” You scoffed, rolling over so that you could gently sit yourself on her lap. She sat up, settling her hands on your hips whilst yours cupped her face; you deepened the kiss, getting lost in how soft she felt, how her body radiated such an addicting warmth that left you squirming her lap.

You grinded down on her and softly moaned into her mouth.

“You plan this?” She teased when she pulled away from you, her chest heaving slightly in an attempt to catch her breath. “No…” You replied with a dazed grin, “You’re just so damn hot.” She laughed at your confession but nonetheless joined your lips back together, indulging in your wishes of intimacy.

She tightened her grip on your hips, forcefully dragging your hips to rub against hers. Your shaky hands reached up to take her loose hair out of her bun, her brunette locks falling around her shoulders. Your fingers buried themselves in her roots, a tiny whine slipping out as your clothed clit brushed against her leg that was hidden under the blanket.

Her dainty appendages hooked themselves under the thin straps of your tank top, dragging them down your arms so that your breasts were exposed. Your head fell back as she played with your nipples, her lips finding home on the column of your throat, nibbling pink marks on your skin that’ll fade later.

“Maggie.” You moaned out her name, desperation dripping from your words. “I need… I need more.” Your orgasm was tickling your spine, boiling in your gut, but the friction was barely enough to send you over the edge. “Tell me,” She murmured, “Tell me what you need.” Your eyelids fluttered shut in an attempt to gather your thoughts. “Your mouth… please.” You concluded breathlessly.

She helped you work your undershirt all the way off of your body before you guys changed positions; instead of her being on against the pillows it was you, and she was sitting on her knees, your lips still locked in a heated embrace. She took your pants and underwear off, tips of her fingers tracing your damp slit.

“Maggie..” You whined in protest of her edging.

‘“Needy.” She chuckled deviously, taking pity on you and working her kisses down your neck, chest, breasts, and stomach before finally settling on her knees, her back arched and ass raised in the air, hooking her arms around your thighs in order to keep herself balanced.

She placed her mouth on you, licking a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling her tongue around the small bundle of nerves. Your thighs threatened to close around her but she kept them open, spreading you out so she could flatten her tongue to reach the deepest parts of you. You reached out a shaky hand to push her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears so you could watch her. You settled your fingers into her roots and held her close to your cunt.

Her tongue dipped inside of you, the devilish muscle drank you in, burying itself deep inside of you in search of that spongy spot that made you see stars. She hadn’t stopped her mintrations when she placed your legs on her shoulders so she could use her fingers as well, sticking her middle finger in so she could suckle on your sensitive bud.

“Mags!” You gasped, your back arching and hips grinding against her face. She allowed you to use her as she added another finger, curving them to your pleasure spot. You rolled both of your lips in between your teeth to hide your noises, squeezing your eyes shut, your vaginal walls spasmed around her digits.

“Yer doin’ so good, pretty girl.” She heaved out as she finally separated from your sex. “‘M gonna make you cum on my tongue, baby.” She murmured and reattached her lips to you.

“Please, please make me cum.”

And make you cum she did, with adding a third and final finger, with each drag of her finger tips against your spongy padding you grew closer and closer to your end until that coil in your stomach snapped as you came on her face. She worked you through it until you whimpered in oversensitivity.

“Jesus.” You laughed breathlessly with a smile. She grinned back up at you, joining your lips together so she could lick in your mouth and make you taste yourself on her.

“Ya always taste good.” She teased. You gasped in embarrassment, gently slapping her on her chest.

“Shut up!”

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lunajay33 · 4 months ago

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The Farmers Daughter

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Summary: The group finds their way to the Greene families farm and the quiet daughter catches a certain archers attention in more ways than he’d like to admit

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, PinV, Praise, Sneaking around, Female receiving oral

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The day the group came to the farm it felt like everything in me changed, they were nice and added a bit of drama to my families lives but they also helped us too

But when I laid eyes on Daryl, seeing him pull up infront of the house on his motorcycle ignited something deep in me that I’ve never felt before

They’ve been here a week already and it already felt like they were part of our family, daddy wasn’t too fond of them at first but he was slowly coming around

As the group went about their daily lives around their little camp I sat with Maggie cleaning some peaches we had just picked as I noticed Daryl walk by his eyes lingering on me the whole time he passed and it made my heart jolt and my legs weak

“He’s too old for you honey” Maggie said next to me as she nudged me with her arm breaking me out of the trance

I shrugged my shoulders not caring much for her input I’m 23 I’m not a child I can make my own decisions

I picked up a clean peach and made my way past the other towards his tent further out, not entirely sure what my plan was but I’m sick of this burning desire that aches for him

As I walk to his little camp I see him sat there around where he’d have fires at night, his eyes caught mine as he looked up at me

“What’re ya doin out here?” I wasn’t one for words much, ever since i was young I didn’t speak much but around him I wanted to tell him everything I was feeling

I bit into my peach and starting walking into the tree line as I wiggled a finger seductively for him to follow me

Not long after I hear his steps crunching leaves, my heart is hammer as I finally stop and lean back against a tree, as I look at him he’s mere inches away I can smell his godly scent that drives me crazy

“It’s dangerous tryna get me all to yerself out in the woods darlin” he groans as he grips my waist

“Maybe I like the danger” I whisper just wanting to taste his lips on mine

“Good ya do things ta me, never felt like this fer no one, just wanna take ya everywhere” his lips trail up my neck sending shivers down my spine

“Please Daryl, it hurts” he laughs

“Show me where Angel” I take his hand and lead it under my little skirt right to my soak panties hearing him groan

“Already wet and haven’t even done nothin”

“Help me” I grind against his hand as he starts rubbing against my clit

“Ya sure ya want this out in the woods?” He says between heated kisses

“I don’t care where I just need you Daryl, I wanna feel you”

“I’ll be gentle with ya”

He gets on his knees and drags down my little skirt as I threw my shirt to the side leaving me in only my tiny white panties with a pink bow on the front

He looks up at me like I hung the moon

“Fuck yer beautiful” he hooks his fingers in my panties and painful slowly pulls them down quickly his mouth is against me, his tongue flicking against my clit as his fingers gently pushed into me, the mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming but god so good

I run my hand through his hair gripping it as I try to contain my moans and whimpers

“So good oh my god, I’m gonna cum D” he groans and the vibrations send me over the edge as I scream out in bliss

“Taste so good peach” he praises as he whispers in my ear

“I’ve never felt that before” I huff exhausted

“Well I’ve got more in store for us, are ya gonna be a good girl and let me take ya here, right now, on the forest floor”

“Yes please I’ll be good”

He lifts me up and gently lays me down on the cool leaf covered earth and hovers over me

“Take it off” I whine as I push his vest back but he stiffens

“It’s okay if you don’t want to” I say gently and he nods as he slowly kisses me, the whole mood changed from rushed and rough to slow and meaningful

He pushes his pants and boxers down to his knees and leans back down over me, I feel him drag his dick up and down my folds making me crazy

“Please put it in” he grins as he slowly pushes in as I let out a whine, the stretch was exhilarating, he was all around me it was almost hard to focus

“God ya feel so good, ya doing okay” he sighs out as he finally bottoms out

“I’m okay, god we should’ve done this way before, it’s like you were made for me D” he was like an angel sent to me during these horrid times

His thrust start off slow but quickly get faster as he leans back and holds up my hips hitting the right spot to make me see stars

“Oh Daryl right there, oh god” his hand comes down and quickly rubs my clit and that’s when the damn bursts

“That’s its baby, squeeze me so tight, where do ya want me ta cum” he says hurried as he was near

“In me please I wanna feel all of it” soon his cum is deep in me warm as he slowly pulls out feeling that drip down my legs

“Mmmm look at ya yer mine now peach”

I finally had Daryl Dixon and I’m never letting him go

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darylslittlebitch · 1 month ago

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twd characters asking fem!reader to be their partner

characters: daryl, rick, negan, carl, glenn and maggie.

writer's note: yooo, this one hit different, i ain't even gonna lie. writing all these twd characters confessing had me feeling some type of way, but carl’s??? nah, that one wrecked me. like, i’m straight-up devastated because he’ll never get to ask again… bruh, i’m in shambles. let me know which one was y’all’s fave, but if you say anything other than carl’s, i’m side-eyeing you. hard. anyways, request are open ;)

daryl

You walked cautiously among the trees, your rifle slung over your shoulder and your gaze alert for any threats. The sun filtered through the treetops, casting long shadows over the leaf-covered ground. Daryl was a few meters ahead, his crossbow ready in case anything appeared.

The sound of a branch snapping in the distance made both of you stop. Daryl raised his hand in a silent signal, and you followed his gaze to a small movement in the bushes. His expression hardened as he spotted his target: a plump gray squirrel, moving nimbly between the low branches.

Without wasting time, Daryl lifted his crossbow and aimed with precision. His finger squeezed the trigger, but the squirrel, as if mocking him, moved at the last second, causing the bolt to embed itself in the tree trunk. He cursed under his breath and quickly reloaded.

“Damn fast little thing,” he muttered, aiming again. He fired once more, and once again, he missed by mere inches.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was too funny to see this rugged, manly survivalist being outwitted by a tiny squirrel.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the best hunter?” you teased with a smirk.

Daryl huffed, keeping his eyes locked on the squirrel, which was now scurrying up the thickest trunk. He clenched his jaw, clearly frustrated, but unwilling to give up.

You knew he really wanted that squirrel. Maybe the idea of eating it was unappealing to you, but for Daryl, any kind of meat was a blessing. Sighing, you rolled your eyes before setting your rifle down and shrugging off your jacket.

“Let me do it,” you said with determination. The things you did for this man.

Daryl frowned, looking at you with disbelief. “What are you gonna do?”

Without answering, you approached the tree and started climbing with ease. You had climbed many times before when the world was still normal, and the skill had never left you. Your hands found holds in the bark, your feet pressed against the trunk’s crevices, and within seconds, you were at the same height as the squirrel. It stared at you with its small black eyes, assessing whether you were a real threat.

Daryl watched from below, arms crossed, a mix of skepticism and curiosity on his face.

When the squirrel tried to climb higher, you reacted swiftly. With an agile movement, you leaped onto the nearest branch and, with precise timing, managed to catch the animal in your hands. The little creature struggled, snapping its tiny teeth at the air and trying to scratch you, but you had experience handling live prey. With a quick twist of your wrists, you snapped its neck, feeling its body go limp in your hands. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt. It always surprised you how much easier it was for you to kill a walker—or even a person—than an animal.

“Watch out!” you called before tossing the squirrel down to Daryl.

He reacted quickly, catching it in the air with both hands. When he looked at the lifeless animal in his grasp, his expression shifted from surprise to admiration.

“Well, damn… Not bad,” he muttered, looking up at you.

You grinned triumphantly, but as you tried to climb down, your foot slipped on the damp bark. You had no time to react. You felt the air rush past your face as you fell, and in the blink of an eye, you landed on something—or rather, on someone.

Daryl let out a grunt as your weight knocked him to the ground. His back hit the earth hard, and you ended up sprawled on top of him, your hands planted on his chest, your legs straddling his waist.

For a moment, there was complete silence. Your eyes met his, both of you breathing heavily from the shock. You could feel his chest rising and falling beneath your palms, his warmth seeping through the fabric of his shirt.

And then, you started laughing. You couldn’t help it. The moment, the fall, Daryl’s expression—it was all too funny. Your laughter echoed through the forest, a rare, genuine sound in these dark times.

Daryl stared at you intently. Something inside him clicked in that instant. It wasn’t just your strength, your survival skills, or your sharp wit that drew him to you. It was your laughter, your spirit—the way you made him feel like, despite everything they had been through, there was still something good left in this world.

“You gotta stop throwin’ yourself at me, woman,” he muttered in his usual gruff tone.

You smiled, still on top of him. “Oh, come on. Don’t complain. I got you your dinner, didn’t I?”

He let out a short huff, shaking his head. His hands, which had been resting at his sides, hesitated before moving to settle on your hips. It wasn’t a rough or possessive gesture—more like a silent confirmation.

“You know…” Daryl paused, as if debating whether to say what was on his mind. Finally, he sighed and muttered, “You should be my girl.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“What?” you asked, completely taken aback. Out of all the things Daryl Dixon could have said, this was the last thing you expected.

Daryl looked away for a second, uncomfortable, but then he met your gaze again with a bit more certainty.

“I’m sayin’ you should be my girl,” he repeated, firmer this time. “I dunno how the hell you do it, but… I like havin’ you around. I like hearin’ you laugh. I like that you can do this”—he lifted the squirrel in one hand—“without even flinchin’. I like that you’re you.”

For the first time, you saw Daryl Dixon nervous. He wasn’t the type to talk about his feelings, but here he was, confessing something that words could barely contain.

A smile crept onto your lips. “Aw, if you wanted to ask me out, you could’ve done it sooner. I didn’t know you were so crazy about me.”

Daryl scoffed. “Shut up.”

You laughed again and, without hesitation, leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering:

“Alright, Dixon. I’ll be your girl.”

The barely noticeable flush on his cheeks was proof that, for the first time in a long while, Daryl Dixon had found something—someone—worth sticking around for.

rick

The community in Alexandria was calm, with some residents finishing up their tasks for the day. You walked through the cobbled streets with a weapon and a couple of knives secured at your belt. You were always on alert, even in a place that was supposed to be safe.

Since you arrived, you had found your purpose in something more than just surviving. Carl.

Rick’s son reminded you of someone you had lost a long time ago: your little brother. It was a wound that still hurt, an invisible scar that never truly faded. Maybe that’s why you became so close to Carl, teaching him all sorts of things, looking after him, making sure he was okay. You had come to see him almost as a brother, and in reality, Carl saw you as something more too: a maternal figure. You both filled the emotional gaps in each other’s lives, though that didn’t mean your bond wasn’t real.

And without you realizing it, Rick had noticed that too.

The two of you had been in this game of glances, subtle touches, conversations that lasted longer than necessary. There was something between you, something neither of you had fully admitted, but it was there.

But that day wasn’t quiet.

Shouts echoed from the main house. Rick’s deep voice rang with authority, but Carl’s response was just as fierce. From the garden, you and Michonne exchanged a concerned look. It wasn’t unusual for father and son to argue, but this time it seemed more intense.

"I'm going to see what’s going on," you said, setting your weapon down on the table before heading toward the house.

Michonne nodded, knowing that if anyone could calm Carl, it was you.

You climbed the stairs quickly, and as you reached the hallway, you found Carl’s door slightly ajar. From there, you could see Rick with a frown, hands on his hips, jaw tense. Carl, on the other hand, had his fists clenched and his eyes filled with fury.

"You don’t understand anything, Dad! You always think you're right!" Carl shouted.

"It’s not about being right, it’s about you listening, Carl! I’m not going to risk you!"

"I'm not a kid, I can handle myself."

"Not after what happened with the Saviors. Not while I’m still breathing."

Carl scoffed and looked away, visibly frustrated. You couldn’t let the argument escalate further, so you stepped in.

"Alright, that’s enough, both of you," you said as you entered the room.

Rick turned his head toward you, his expression still hard, but his eyes revealed something else—exhaustion, concern. Carl, however, looked ready to keep arguing.

"Carl, come here," you said gently, motioning for him.

He hesitated but eventually obeyed. You guided him to the bed and sat beside him. Rick remained by the door, watching.

"Listen, I know you want to prove to your dad that you can handle yourself," you said calmly, "and I know you can. You’re strong, stronger than you should be at your age… but Rick just wants to protect you. Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he loves you."

Carl huffed, still frustrated.

"I’m not a kid."

You smiled fondly and ruffled his hair, making him groan.

"No, you’re not. But to him, you’ll always be a little bit of one. That’s just how parents are, you know?" You lowered your voice slightly. "My brother used to say the same thing when I was too overprotective."

Carl turned to you, his anger softening slightly.

"Your brother?"

You nodded.

"He was younger than me… and I always made sure he was safe. When all of this started, I never left him alone for a second, never let him take any risks. Sometimes he hated me for it, thought I didn’t trust him… but the truth was, I just didn’t want to lose him."

Silence filled the room. Carl lowered his gaze, understanding your words.

"What happened to him?" he asked quietly.

You swallowed hard.

"I couldn’t save him."

Carl didn’t say anything else, but his expression showed that he understood the point. His shoulders relaxed, and the hardness in his face faded.

"You're right," he admitted after a moment.

You smiled and gave him a light push on the shoulder.

"I’m always right."

He let out a small smile.

"Get some rest, okay?"

Carl nodded and lay back on his bed. You ruffled his hair once more before standing up and leaving the room, closing the door softly behind you.

When you turned, you found Rick still in the hallway, watching you with an expression hard to decipher. You said nothing, simply walking down the stairs, with him following closely behind.

When you reached the living room, Rick ran a hand down his face and sighed heavily.

"Thank you… for that."

You shrugged.

"You don’t have to thank me. I don’t like seeing him fight with you."

Rick looked at you intently, and for the first time, you felt like he wasn’t trying to hide what he really thought.

"You’re good with him," he said in a low voice. "Too good."

You shrugged again.

"I just understand him."

Rick shook his head.

"No… it’s not just that. You do more for him than anyone else would. And not just for him—for me too. You’re always there, supporting me, making sure Carl and I are okay."

You bit your lip, feeling slightly overwhelmed by so much sincerity at once.

"Well… someone has to."

Rick gave a faint smile and stepped closer. His presence was warm, strong, reassuring.

"You’d be a great mother."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You blinked, stunned.

"What?"

He held your gaze.

"I said you’d be a great mother. And I’d like… for you to be the mother of my son. Well, of my kids, because Judith loves you too."

Your breath caught for a second.

Rick didn’t beat around the bush. He didn’t say, "I like you," he didn’t say, "I want to try." He just said it outright.

Your throat felt dry.

"Rick…"

He took another step, so close now that you could feel his breath against your skin.

"I don’t want to keep dancing around this. I don’t want to keep pretending this isn’t happening. I want you with me, officially. I want you to be part of my family."

You looked into his eyes, feeling the air between you grow thick with that same electricity that always left you breathless.

And then, with a shaky smile, you nodded.

"I want that too."

Rick exhaled, as if he had been holding his breath, and before you could say another word, he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you.

negan

You walked firmly through the hallways, ignoring the looks Negan’s men gave you. Some with respect, others with caution. You didn’t care. You weren’t there to make friends.

You were the leader of your own group, a woman who had survived hell without needing anyone. When the world had gone to shit, you learned that mercy was a weakness. You learned to slit throats without blinking, to crush skulls with your own hands if necessary.

You had met Negan in an ambush. His men and yours had torn each other apart in a hail of bullets, blood covering the ground like rain. It was a miracle that neither of you had died that night. But instead of continuing the slaughter, you both realized that fighting each other was a waste. Two forces as brutal as yours shouldn’t destroy each other—they should unite.

And so you did.

But there was no trust. No friendship. Only a survival pact.

Although, of course, Negan always made sure to cross the line.

You reached his office door and walked in without knocking.

Negan was sitting behind his desk, Lucille resting against the table and a glass of whiskey in his hand. When he saw you, he smirked in that annoyingly arrogant way that always managed to irritate you.

“Well, well, well… look who decided to pay me a visit. Couldn’t stay away from me, sweetheart?”

You slammed the door shut and walked up to his desk.

“Shut up and listen,” you snapped. “We have a problem with Rick and his group. They’ve been sniffing around our supply routes, and they’ve stolen enough to start pissing me off.”

Negan raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his whiskey.

“Damn, so aggressive. I love it when you get like this.”

You ignored his comment and continued.

“If that son of a bitch doesn’t stop, I’ll handle it myself.”

Negan leaned his elbows on the desk, looking at you with amusement.

“And what are you gonna do, sweetheart? Give him a nice little lecture on good manners?”

You smiled, but it wasn’t a friendly one.

“I’m going to slit his throat like a fucking pig and watch his blood spill onto the ground while his son watches,” you said with unsettling calm. “I’ll gut him with my bare hands and then hang his corpse at Alexandria’s gates so everyone understands what happens when they fuck with me.”

Negan let out a low whistle.

“Damn… that’s exactly the kind of energy that drives me wild.”

He gave you that sly grin, the one he used when he felt especially charming.

“You know, sweetheart, every time I see you, I get more convinced that you’re the perfect woman for me.”

You shot him a warning look.

“Negan, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

He got up from his chair and walked around the desk until he was right in front of you.

“Oh, but I am,” he murmured, using that deep voice he always used when he was trying to seduce you. “And let me tell you something, gorgeous… I’ve seen a lot of things in this world. I’ve met a lot of people—some strong, some boring as hell. But you… you’re a fucking goddess among mortals.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Is that supposed to be romantic?”

Negan smirked.

“And it’s not just about how you look—though, damn, don’t get me started on that because I could spend hours describing it—but it’s because you’ve got balls, sweetheart. You’re no sheep, you don’t take orders from anyone. You’re a damn beast. And that drives me crazy.”

His face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath against your skin.

“Negan…” you started in warning, but he didn’t let you finish.

In one swift move, he grabbed your face and kissed you.

But this wasn’t a tender kiss, nor a hesitant one. It was possessive, raw, full of intensity. Negan didn’t ask for permission—he didn’t hesitate. His lips moved over yours with hunger, as if he wanted to devour you whole.

And you didn’t stop him.

You pushed him against the desk, letting your body speak for you. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing firmly. The desk creaked under the weight of both of you as the kiss deepened, growing more desperate, hotter.

When you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, Negan looked at you with those dark eyes filled with desire.

“Damn, sweetheart… I think I just made a decision.”

You raised an eyebrow, still breathing heavily.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

Negan smirked, running his hands down your back.

“That it’s about time we made this official. What do you say, sweetheart? Wanna be the queen of this fucked-up kingdom?”

You stared at him. You knew this wasn’t just a game for him. Negan could be an arrogant bastard, but he never said things he didn’t mean.

And the worst part was that deep down, you wanted this too.

“That sounds interesting, but first I want to assess what benefits I can get from this relationship,” you replied playfully, letting your hands roam over his abdomen, dangerously close to his lower half.

Negan let out a triumphant laugh, enjoying you and the moment.

“Then let’s run a quality check, shall we?”

And this time, when he kissed you again, there were no more doubts. Only fire, desire, and the certainty that together, you would be unstoppable.

carl

The Alexandria infirmary had a distinctive scent of alcohol and medicinal herbs, an aroma that had become part of your daily life. Ever since your father, an experienced doctor before the world collapsed, taught you everything he knew, you had taken on the responsibility of caring for the wounded in the community. And while you had hardened in many ways, when it came to healing others, you still had a delicate touch—something Carl had noticed from the very first day.

He was sitting on the examination table, silently watching you as you pulled out a small jar of ointment. The left side of his face was covered in bandages, hiding the wound that had changed his life forever. Since he was shot in the eye and fell into a coma, you had been the one who stayed by his side, caring for him tirelessly for weeks.

"I'm going to apply this so the scar heals better," you explained as you leaned in toward him. "It might sting a little."

Carl nodded without saying a word. Ever since he woke up, his attitude had changed. He was still strong, determined… but there was a shadow of insecurity in his gaze.

You took a bit of the ointment on your fingers and, with extreme care, began applying it to the reddened skin around his wound. You noticed how he clenched his jaw, but you didn’t stop.

He never looked away from you.

"Carl," you called softly, noticing his silence. "What are you thinking about?"

He looked away for a moment, his only functional hand gripping the fabric of his pants.

"I look like a freak," he finally muttered.

You froze.

"What?"

Carl lowered his gaze.

"Before… I was afraid of people seeing me as weak. Now I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without thinking I look terrifying."

You let out a sigh and set the ointment aside. Without a second thought, you took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Don’t ever say that again," you said firmly.

Carl swallowed hard.

"You don’t understand…"

"I understand more than you think," you interrupted him. "Having scars isn’t a bad thing, Carl. It’s proof that you survived. You have no idea how incredibly strong you are."

He seemed like he wanted to argue, but your gaze kept him silent. Then, you smiled and gently brushed your thumb across the skin near his bandage.

"Besides… you know what?"

"What?" he murmured, never breaking eye contact.

"You look like a damn pirate now," you teased.

Carl blinked, caught off guard by your sudden change in tone.

"A pirate?"

"Yeah," you nodded with a playful smile. "And pirates are cool. I’ll even make it my mission to find you the most badass eye patch out there."

For the first time in days, Carl let out a small laugh.

"You have a weird sense of humor," he remarked.

"And you have an obsession with thinking the worst of yourself," you shot back with a grin. "So, I guess we’re even."

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. Your hands remained on his face, looking at him gently. Carl took a deep breath, as if gathering the courage for something.

"Then… would you be my girlfriend?"

Your smile froze.

Carl didn’t look away. His voice didn’t waver, his posture was firm. This wasn’t a question thrown into the air—it was a declaration.

You blinked, feeling a mix of surprise and something else… something you didn’t want to acknowledge.

"Carl…"

"Don’t tell me you don’t take me seriously," he interrupted. "I know what I want."

You slowly lowered your hands from his face, sighing.

"It’s not that I don’t take you seriously," you said honestly. "It’s just that… there’s an age difference, Carl. You’re sixteen. I’m twenty-one."

He frowned.

"That doesn’t mean anything."

"It does."

Carl shook his head.

"Then… what am I supposed to do with how I feel?"

You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

"I don’t want to hurt you, Carl. But I think someone your age would be a better fit for you…"

"Forget it," he said firmly. "I don’t want Enid, I don’t want anyone else. I want you."

His sincerity completely disarmed you.

Carl was young, yes, but he wasn’t a child. In this world, age had lost much of its meaning. He had matured through hardship, through blood, through death. But that didn’t change the fact that he still had so much left to experience.

"Carl… I like you," you finally confessed, your voice soft.

His eyes widened in surprise.

"Then…?"

"But we can’t be together right now," you explained. "It wouldn’t be right. You need to live more before making a decision like this. Maybe in a few years, you’ll see things differently."

Carl looked frustrated, but also hopeful.

"Then tell me… what do I have to do?"

You smiled tenderly and leaned in toward him.

"Ask me again in two years," you whispered.

Before he could respond, you kissed his cheek.

Carl remained silent, his breath hitching for a moment. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn’t look away from you.

You knew he would take it seriously.

And you… you could only hope that, in two years, the world wouldn’t take him away from you before he had the chance to ask again.

glenn

The expedition had started off well. They had found a half-looted supply store, but there were still enough useful things to make the risk worthwhile. The team consisted of Glenn, Michonne, Rosita, Abraham, and you. Together, they managed to gather a good amount of canned food, medicine, and some tools.

It seemed like a simple mission. But, as always, things never went as planned.

The problem started when Glenn, who was checking the back of the store, heard an unsettling noise. A low murmur, the shuffling of feet growing louder and louder.

"We've got company," he warned, quickly approaching the others.

Michonne already had her katana ready. Abraham gripped his rifle. Rosita peeked through one of the windows and muttered a curse.

"We're screwed," she announced.

And she wasn't exaggerating.

What had been a relatively clear alley just minutes ago was now packed with walkers. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. Their groans blended into a macabre chorus as they advanced toward the store.

The only vehicle they had was parked in the back, but the only way to reach it was completely blocked.

"Shit!" Abraham exclaimed, tightening his grip on his rifle.

"Options?" Glenn asked, trying to stay calm.

Michonne frowned, thinking.

"We could wait and look for a way out later," Rosita suggested.

"By then, we'd be completely surrounded," you countered.

Everyone exchanged tense glances. They were trapped.

And then, a crazy idea crossed your mind.

"We can force our way out," you suddenly said.

All eyes turned to you.

"How?" Glenn asked, frowning.

You pointed to a couple of metal shelves in a corner. Some of them were stacked with flammable products—spray cans, bottles of alcohol, even a few lighters.

"We can set off a controlled explosion," you explained. "Something to distract them long enough for us to make a run for the truck."

Abraham let out a short laugh.

"Shit, I like the way you think."

Michonne, always pragmatic, nodded.

"If we're doing this, we need to do it fast."

Without wasting time, everyone started moving things. You used a box of alcohol as a base, stacked several spray cans around it, and then improvised a fuse with an old shirt and a lighter.

"This is insane," Glenn muttered beside you as you worked.

You smirked.

"Welcome to the apocalypse."

Once everything was set, you lit the fuse and tossed it onto the pile of flammable materials.

"Run!" you shouted.

Everyone dashed toward the back of the store. They barely had time to take cover before a deafening explosion shook the place. Shelves shattered, fire spread, and the walkers were drawn to the blast.

They didn’t wait to see the aftermath. Michonne was the first to move, followed by Rosita and Abraham, shooting down any walker that got in their way.

Glenn was right beside you.

"Come on!" he urged, but he couldn't stop looking at you.

His heart pounded—not just from the danger, but from the way you had taken control of the situation. You were incredible.

Finally, they reached the truck. Abraham jumped into the driver's seat and floored the gas as soon as everyone was inside.

Only when they were safely back on the road did they allow themselves a moment to breathe.

Michonne leaned back against her seat with a relieved sigh.

"That was intense," Rosita commented, glancing out the window to make sure they weren’t being followed.

"Intense? That was fucking brilliant!" Abraham exclaimed, turning toward you.

"That was insane," Glenn corrected, but there was a smile on his face.

Abraham chuckled and nudged Glenn, whispering to him afterward.

"If you don’t ask her to be your girlfriend right now, I swear to God, I will."

Glenn fell silent, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

He decided to wait for the conversation to shift before moving closer to you.

When the others started discussing what to do with the supplies, Glenn took the opportunity. He leaned in slightly, his voice lower.

"Can I ask you something?"

You turned your head toward him, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure."

He swallowed hard, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his jacket.

"I... I think it’s been pretty obvious that I have feelings for you, even if I’ve never said it explicitly. But the point is, I like you—more than just 'like.' I want something serious with you. So, my question is: Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

You fell silent for a moment, surprised by the unexpected confession.

Glenn smiled nervously.

"I mean it," he continued. "You're incredible. And I know this world is a mess, but… I think we could find something good in the middle of all this. Of course, only if you want to."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity in his gaze. Glenn had always been special—someone you could trust, someone who always found a reason to smile, even in the worst moments.

And yes… the truth was, you liked him too.

You smiled and, without thinking too much, took his hand and intertwined your fingers.

"I do. I want to be your girlfriend, Glenn."

He let out a relieved laugh.

"Well… thank God," he murmured, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips to kiss them.

From the front seat, Abraham smirked as he watched through the rearview mirror.

"Finally! About damn time."

maggie

The sun was setting on the horizon when the group finally returned to Hilltop. They had spent the entire day out, searching for supplies in a nearby town. The mission had been dangerous, as always, but fruitful.

You walked alongside Maggie, both of you covered in dust and sweat. Hilltop’s farm loomed ahead, its imposing wooden fence protecting the community you had helped build.

"I'm exhausted," you sighed, running a hand over your forehead.

Maggie glanced at you and smiled.

"At least we made it back in one piece."

You both knew what that meant. Not everyone was as lucky.

Since joining Hilltop, you had become inseparable from Maggie. Maybe it was because you both shared an unbreakable determination, a need to protect your people. Or maybe it was because, in the midst of so much death, she was the only person who truly felt like home.

And Maggie… Maggie knew it.

Since Glenn’s death, she had built walls around herself. She had learned to survive, to be strong, to not let grief consume her. But with you… it was different.

You made her laugh.

You made her forget, even if just for a few seconds, how much she had lost.

And that terrified her.

As you unloaded the supplies into the barn, Maggie paused for a moment to watch you. Your agile hands lifted box after box, your expression focused yet relaxed. You had proven to be one of the bravest members of the group, someone she could trust completely.

And damn it if that didn’t make her want you even more.

"What is it?" you asked, noticing her staring at you.

Maggie quickly shook her head, snapping back to reality.

"Nothing," she replied with a small smile.

"Uh-huh," you said, raising an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes and picked up another box.

"I'm serious. I just… I'm glad you're here."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you decided not to dwell on it.

"Well, I’m not going anywhere," you replied with a playful smile.

Maggie didn’t answer, but the way she looked at you sent a shiver down your spine.

After finishing with the supplies, you both headed to the main house. The night was cool, the air filled with the scent of damp earth after the light rain that had fallen earlier.

Before going inside, Maggie stopped on the porch, gazing up at the stars.

"Do you ever think about what life would be like if the world hadn’t gone to hell?" she asked softly.

You fell silent for a moment, considering.

"Yeah," you admitted. "All the time."

Maggie nodded slowly, still looking at the sky.

"I think you'd make a great teacher," she said suddenly.

You chuckled softly.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You’re good at teaching others, at helping… I can imagine a bunch of kids driving you crazy in a classroom."

You shook your head in amusement.

"And you?" you asked.

Maggie shrugged.

"I always wanted a simple life. A family, a farm… something peaceful."

Her voice broke slightly on the last word, and you knew she was thinking about Glenn.

Without saying anything, you took her hand and squeezed it gently.

"That doesn’t mean you can’t have it someday," you said softly.

Maggie looked at you, her eyes glistening.

"You give me hope," she murmured.

And then, without thinking twice, she kissed you.

The world around you disappeared.

Her lips against yours were warm, urgent, desperate. It wasn’t a soft or delicate kiss. It was raw, as if she had been holding back for too long.

Your back hit the door of the house as Maggie deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless.

"Wow," you murmured.

Maggie smiled, biting her lip.

"Too late to back out now, huh?"

You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath.

"Not a chance."

Maggie let out a soft laugh and took your hand.

"Then come with me."

And without hesitation, you followed her inside.

Once inside, Maggie led you to her room, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the wooden frame, watching you with an intensity that made your knees weak.

"I’ve always been stubborn," she said suddenly.

You smiled, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, I’ve noticed."

Maggie sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Since I met you, I’ve been trying to convince myself that this couldn’t happen. That it wasn’t the right time, that it wasn’t right."

Your heart pounded.

"And now?" you asked softly.

Maggie gave you a small, lopsided smile.

"Now I understand that there are no right moments. Just moments we take or let slip away."

She stepped closer, her gaze locked onto yours.

"I don’t want to let you slip away."

The way she said it, with so much certainty, so much emotion, made your legs feel like they might give out.

"Maggie…"

She took your hands in hers.

"I want you to be my partner," she said without hesitation. "I want this to be real. Not just a moment, not just a distraction… I want to be with you."

The weight of her words crashed over you like a wave.

It had been so long since someone made you feel this way, since someone was willing to love you in a world where love felt like a death sentence.

But Maggie… she was willing to take the risk.

And so were you.

You smiled, squeezing her hands tightly.

"Then what are you waiting for to kiss your girlfriend?"

Maggie let out a soft laugh before cupping your face in her hands and kissing you with all the passion she had been holding back for so long.

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Threads of Desire - Chapter 1

Summary: After dreaming of becoming a big time fashion designer, Y/N finds herself miserable working under her best friend Maggie Greene after being in her shadow for years. Maggie has everything that she ever wanted. The job she always longed for and she's dating the man of her dreams, Negan Smith. Christmas time is said to be the most magical time of the year. Will she finally escape Maggie's shadow and get everything she ever wanted or will she realize that life may have been perfect all along with her loyal friend Daryl Dixon at her side?

Characters: (in chapter 1) Negan Smith, the reader (OC), Maggie Greene, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61111030/chapters/156141661

Warnings: Alternate universe, swearing, angst, third person reader, female reader, reader wants to be a fashion designer, New York City is where they live, Maggie is kind of a bitch in this (sorry Maggie fans), dad Negan, Christmas Themed, etc.

Notes: This Christmas story is going to be a little different than my past ones. The two main love interests in this story are Negan and Daryl. This might draw some Neggie shippers and I do want to warn you while Negan and Maggie are together in this, their relationship isn't the healthiest. I want to put that out there ahead of time. Plus, Maggie isn't the nicest of people in this story. Pre-warning.

Y/N as always meaning your name or whatever name you want to put in for this story! Thanks for checking it out! I will try to update this as often as possible on days that I don't post Love's Second Chance.

Most people strive to have the job of their dreams. A job where you could go and a full days’ worth of work would feel like nothing because you loved what you were doing that much. That was supposed to be the case for Y/N. After going to school for years to be a fashion designer, this was promised to be the job that she had always dreamt about. That’s at least what her best friend Maggie had promised her when she took the job. Maggie and Y/N had gone to school together. Even though the two of them were very different, they seemed to make good friends. At least that’s what Y/N tried to tell herself all the time. A lot of people had actually questioned how Y/N continued to have a friendship with Maggie because others viewed it as a one-sided friendship. People claimed Maggie was self-centered and selfish where Y/N would do absolutely anything for her, but it wouldn’t go both ways.

Of course Y/N would always defend Maggie. Suggesting that people didn’t know Maggie like she did. And she always used this job for example as to why Maggie was a good friend. There was often a few key details that she would leave out. That was because she knew that if she told anyone about it, they would insist Y/N drop her as a friend immediately. The problem was? During their college years together, Y/N had grown incredibly close to Maggie’s family. During those years, Maggie’s father had grown very sick and had asked Y/N to watch over Maggie because she needed some direction. Of course, she had promised to take care of Maggie for her father Hershel. Which meant she felt responsible for Maggie in some fashion after Hershel died.

The unfortunate thing is that people were right. Maggie did take advantage of their relationship. During their school years, Y/N was always the better student. Helping Maggie get through her classes. Where Y/N thrived, Maggie barely just made it through. And right when they were about to graduate, Y/N was doing everything she could to get an internship at the company Vixen. It was the hottest, rising fashion design company in New York. All throughout college, Y/N had admired the man in charge of the company. Guy Vixen was her inspiration for actually becoming a fashion designer. She loved his work and dreamt to be like him when she finally got her foot in the business.

Maggie on the other hand? She really had no direction. It seemed like Maggie was a drifter, going where the world would take her. But they both applied for an internship at Vixen. It was Y/N’s dream to work there and be able to work beside Guy Vixen. Maggie did it just for the hell of it. When Y/N was applying, Maggie was there. So it just seemed to work itself out that way. Originally? Neither one of them thought they would get a callback. It was just a dream scenario that was highly unlikely.

But? Almost immediately Maggie had gotten a call back. Guy Vixen himself wanted her to come in and do an interview with him. Y/N never received a call. It wasn’t until after she started working at Vixen that Y/N had learned that Guy never looked at people’s art first. Talent at the time didn’t matter to him. What mattered to him was someone’s social media presence. The kind of impact that they had to the world. At the time they applied? Y/N had a smaller following because she focused mainly on representing her art. Maggie had a much larger social media presence. It didn’t feature her art in any way, but it was more of a lifestyle presence. So Maggie received that call back not because of her designs, but because her personal social media account had a significant amount of followers.

Guy had decided after looking at Maggie’s social media that he liked her look. And after his interview with her? He hired her on immediately. Not as an intern, but as an actual paid employee. Back then? Y/N had gotten upset. Not because Maggie had gotten the job, but because Maggie had ‘accidentally’ made a mistake that helped her in getting that job. When Maggie went to the interview, she grabbed Y/N’s portfolio instead of her own swearing that she had confused the two. According to her, Maggie was late for the interview and just grabbed the first portfolio she saw assuming that it was hers. Because of Maggie’s look along with Y/N’s designs, Maggie had easily gotten the job.

When Y/N approached Maggie about her showing Y/N’s work as her own, Maggie insisted that she didn’t realize it until after Guy had looked at the portfolio and handed it back to her. Something about that never sat right with Y/N. Maggie explained that after Guy insisted on hiring her that she would have looked stupid if she told Guy that the designs weren’t hers. So she didn’t tell him.

After that happened? Their relationship was on shaky water. Because of that, Maggie managed to get Y/N a job at the company as well. Promised Y/N that she would be in a job where they were partners. Swore up and down that Y/N would be an important part of the company where she would be able to grow. And threw the idea of working beside Guy Vixen in her face. Of course, she would want to take that opportunity. It was her idol after all. When Maggie convinced her to take the job, she hinted that it might be possible that Y/N would be able to do even better than Maggie in the future.

Before going into the job, Maggie labeled them partners. After she accepted the job? Y/N realized that she wasn’t Maggie’s partner. No. She was Maggie’s personal assistant. And even though that infuriated her, Guy Vixen was dangled in her face. Maybe there would be that chance that he would see how hard she was working and she’d get hired on too.

Four years later? That never happened. Guy after this long didn’t even know who the hell she was and Y/N was in the same exact position she was when she got here in the business. Remaining loyal and continuing to be Maggie’s personal assistant. Guy didn’t even know her name. Nor did he look at her more than once or twice. Truthfully? Y/N felt invisible.

In those four years? Maggie had become incredibly successful. Her position at the company was a highly sought after one and she was doing very well for herself. But? The thing that people didn’t know was that Y/N often was the reason behind Maggie’s success. Most of the time, Y/N had helped Maggie with her designs. Stirring up ideas and helping Maggie to put the final touches on things. Even though Maggie was a terrible friend, that promise Y/N had made to Hershel years ago lingered in her mind. She didn’t want to make Maggie look bad. Plus? If Maggie remained in the company, there was always a chance that someone could see that Y/N had talent too. Though? After four years, Y/N should have realized that was never happening.

What that meant for Y/N was she often did the work that Maggie didn’t want to do for the company. Which was pretty much everything except for the public events and the parties that Maggie was meant to attend. Maggie wanted the publicity and the attention. But she didn’t want to spend the time working on the things that needed to be done. Even when Maggie would have interviews for certain magazines or news sources, it was always Y/N preparing her beforehand. Creating mock interviews and answers for Maggie to memorize. And they would have to work on it for an ungodly amount of time. Just so Maggie didn’t fuck up.

At the end of the day? Y/N knew that made her pathetic. And she understood that. But she had those hopes that one day she would stand out to Guy. At first she just allowed herself to stay hidden, but over the last year or two she had been doing things in attempt to get him to notice her. Hoping that he would finally see her as a person and not some random stranger standing in his way in the middle of the hallway at the office. That hope that she would one day become something just stuck with her, so she never gave up. Hoping that one day a miracle would happen and she’d finally get credit for the designer that she was. The talent she was capable of sharing.

Today had been a very shitty day already. And it was only ten in the morning.

Y/N was exhausted. She had started work at seven. But there was so much to do before Maggie showed up in the mornings. There was almost a list of chores that would have to be done that Maggie put Y/N in charge of, every single day. If she didn’t get them done? Maggie would often have a shitty day and that wasn’t something that Y/N was keen on. Because if Maggie had a bad day? That meant that Y/N had an even shittier day. So there was never time to sit and relax. Enjoying the day only happened after work hours.

Since they had lived in the city, Maggie had fallen in love with a coffee shop that she had found the week she had gotten the job at Vixen. So that meant every morning Y/N was expected to go out and get Maggie her favorite latte at this coffee shop. Being Maggie’s personal assistant? Yeah, that pretty much made Y/N her slave. And today? The coffee shop was running behind. So that meant she had to wait in an incredibly long line before Y/N could even get to the office. Maggie’s order was also very specific, so it wasn’t like it was something that she could just get quickly. The biggest problem though? This shop was five blocks away. That meant it put Y/N completely behind on her duties for the day. Which meant she had to rush through the New York City streets once she got the latte. And it was snowing. So not only did she have to fight prime time traffic to walk through, it was so much worse because of the weather. Which meant by the time she got back to the building, she was soaked. So not only was she tired and stressed, but she was also freezing. In her rush to the office, Y/N had almost been hit by a taxi that wasn’t paying attention to pedestrians. And that made her drop her coffee so she had nothing to warm up with either.

Rushing to Maggie’s office was hard. If it wasn’t the traffic of the people on the streets or the cars, it was waiting for the elevators to get where they needed to go. The office was in one of the tallest towers in New York where they were on a higher level. Because Maggie was one of the higher up employees, there was a special elevator that she got to take that would avoid all the stops. However, for Y/N who had just a simple job with the company? That meant she had to wait at the community elevator. And that took forever too. Being smashed into a very tiny space with many people wasn’t exactly her favorite thing to do every day.

Normally, Maggie got to the office anywhere between ten and eleven. Usually, it was around quarter to eleven. So there was a hope that Maggie still hadn’t gotten back yet. Once she reached the top floor, Y/N was quick to make her way out of the elevator toward Maggie’s office. Thankfully when she reached it, she saw that it was empty which gave her a huge sigh of relief. Most everyone in the office was always busy with their own things, so they wouldn’t have noticed Y/N coming in late. They probably rarely even noticed her in the first place.

Setting Maggie’s latte aside, Y/N gathered the things that Maggie would need for the day to make sure that she was prepared. There was an important meeting that Maggie had to attend this afternoon. Once those items were together in one place, Y/N sat down and started to go through Maggie’s messages, writing down the notes that she knew would be important. When she got to the e-mails, the sound of the door to the office being pushed open was heard. That did bring a certain amount of dread to Y/N, but she didn’t pull away from what she was doing. Still being incredibly focused, Y/N just kept scrolling through.

“I have almost everything set up for you,” she felt rushed, wishing that she was done by now. Her face flushed over with a warmth and her heart started racing. Truthfully? She fully expected Maggie to start having one of her shit fits. “I am so sorry that it took me this long, but you wouldn’t believe the day that I have been having. I was…”

Mid-sentence, Y/N felt the strength of someone pulling at the arm of her chair. A shocked breath fell from her lips when the weight of someone much smaller than her jumped into her arms. Scrambling to keep them from falling, Y/N pulled them close. Their arms hooked around Y/N’s shoulders tightly. A giggle filled the air when the familiar bright green eyes of the little girl in her arms pulled back.

“Jordyn, you scared me half to death,” she exclaimed, the first smile she had all day tugging at her lips. Wrapping her arms back around the eight-year-old, Y/N gave her a big bear hug. This little girl was someone that Y/N had met when she was just a baby. Brushing her fingers through Jordyn’s dark hair, Y/N felt a sense of joy for the first time today. “My gosh. You know, it is so good to see you! It’s been way too long. I almost couldn’t take it.”

“It’s been three days,” Jordyn reminded Y/N with a tiny laugh when she pulled back from the hug. Hopping down from the chair, Jordyn ran back around the desk into the arms of her father, Negan Smith. Picking Jordyn up, Negan groaned when he balanced her in his one free arm that he had. Stealing a quick glance at Negan had a lump developing in Y/N’s throat. “Daddy, I scared her.”

“I saw that baby girl,” Negan smirked, nuzzling his nose in against his daughters. “That’s not very nice.”

“Oh, that’s not her fault,” Y/N stood up from the chair that she was seated in to playfully tickle at Jordyn’s sides. A boisterous laugh escaped Jordyn with her burying her head at the crook of Negan’s neck. “You know three days is just way too long for me not to see you.”

“I agree,” Jordyn wiggled in Negan’s arms, her green eyes locking with Y/N’s when she kicked her feet about. “We should make this a daily thing.”

“A daily thing? Well, I wouldn’t complain about that, but I don’t know how your father would feel,” Y/N winked, her gaze finally meeting Negan’s. In that moment Negan appeared to be smiling at that interaction the girl were sharing together enjoying the way that they were talking. There appeared to be a sense of awe in his hazel eyes. “What are the two of you doing here?”

“Daddy got breakfast and coffee for Maggie,” Jordyn explained gagging at the idea of coffee, managing to get Negan to set her back down on the ground. Looking to Negan’s other hand, Y/N’s eyes fell upon the drink carrier that he had along with the small bag that was sitting at the center of it. Lowering back down into the desk chair, Y/N nodded her head and attempted to give half of her attention back to the e-mails hoping to finish them before Maggie got here. “Daddy got me a hot chocolate. They added peppermint to it and because they said I was special they added mini marshmallows. It’s really good. They even drew Santa on the side of my cup for me.”

“No way!” Y/N worked hard to give the same kind of energy back that Jordyn was giving her, just like she had always done. Jordyn tugged at Negan’s jacket, holding her hand up for her cup and Negan set down the carrier that he had. Putting the bag beside it, Negan handed Jordyn carefully her cup and Jordyn came over to show Y/N. Observing the cup Y/N’s got wide and she wanted to look as impressed as Jordyn clearly was about the hot chocolate. “That is so cool!”

“I thought so too,” Jordyn moved in beside Y/N to look at the screen observing all the words that were on it. Behind her big green eyes, Y/N could see confusion. “Whatcha doing?”

“Just finishing up going through some of Maggie’s e-mails for her,” Y/N explained, clicking away her e-mails and turning to face Jordyn again to give her the attention she deserved. Really, she could get back to them at any time whereas she actually enjoyed the time that she spent with Jordyn.

“Where’s Maggie? Shouldn’t that be her job?” Negan’s deep, raspy voice stammered as he made his way to the other side of the desk to take a seat on the edge of it. Yeah, it was Maggie’s job, but Y/N really wondered if Maggie knew how to do it. Turning to Negan, Y/N felt her heartrate quicken. Just the sight of Negan took her breath away. With his beautiful hazel eyes. His extremely prominent dimples. Along with his charming smile and chiseled jawline. His facial hair was salt and pepper colored. His dark hair was slightly messy from when she assumed he pulled his hat off from coming inside from the snow. And then there was his cologne. God, he smelled good.

“She should be here soon,” Y/N forced herself to look away from Negan not wanting to gawk. Motioning Jordyn to wait, Y/N got up from where she was seated to go for her bag. Coming back, Y/N lowered back into her seat and started digging into her bag. Pulling something out, she went to hand it to Jordyn. Holding it out had Jordyn’s eyes growing big. “I saw this the other day at the Christmas market in Bryant Park. I thought you would like it.”

“Oh my God,” Jordyn grabbed the nutcracker that Y/N had picked up for her and turned it to face Y/N. It was a very ugly nutcracker which was something that Jordyn had been collecting ever since she was little. Nut crackers that no one else would want to buy. “Daddy look! It’s so ugly!”

“I see that honey,” Negan laughed, reaching out to grab the present that Y/N had gotten for Jordyn. Sweeping his finger over the nutcracker made a low rumble of an amused sound fall from his throat. “What do you say?”

“Thank you Y/N,” Jordyn hopped up to give Y/N another hug. Squeezing tightly to Y/N this time, burying her head against the side of Y/N’s neck. “You’ve added more to my collection than anyone. You always find the ugliest ones.”

“I don’t know if I should be proud of that or not,” Y/N teased, patting faintly at Jordyn’s back while she held onto her. “I just know how much you love them, so I’m always sure to keep an eye out for them every Christmas.”

“You’re too kind. You know that, right?” Negan stammered from where he was seated on the edge of the desk, his hand reaching out to place in over Y/N’s shoulder. It had her turning to look at him with Jordyn still in her arms. “You should really come over to see her collection at some point. We have these shelves that we made special for her to display them. She’s very proud of it.”

“It looks amazing,” Jordyn leaned back, throwing her hands out in the air dramatically. “You gotta see it Y/N.”

“One day, I’d love to,” Y/N winked noticing the way that Negan was stroking at her shoulder before giving it a firm squeeze again.

“I know you see Jordyn all the time, but it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to really see you. You know, other than in passing when we’re switching off Jordyn. Too long really,” Negan admitted, a muscle in his jaw flexing when he let his hand drop at his side. “I used to see you all the time when you and Maggie were living together in that apartment. Ever since she moved into her new apartment in East Village, I rarely see you anymore.”

“Yeah,” Y/N swallowed down hard feeling her chest aching at the thought of Negan. Being around Negan was very hard because this was another example of what Maggie had done to be a bad friend. And everyone close to Y/N knew it. Everyone except Negan of course.

Back when they were in school, Y/N wasn’t completely sold with fashion design when she started her first year. Fashion design was something she had always told herself that she wanted. But when she was younger, she loved making movies. It was something that she had found incredibly fun and did as a hobby. And she’d do it all. Create the costumes. Make the scripts. Film. Edit. Act. Everything. It was an art that also came easy to her. Just for so long, Y/N thought she enjoyed fashion design more. So when she went to college, she made a promise to her family that she would test out the idea of maybe getting a film degree if fashion design didn’t go through. Which led her to Negan.

Negan was originally Y/N’s film professor that she had taken a class with in her first year. That was eight years ago. At the time? Y/N hadn’t really heard much about Negan. It was an intro class and most of the boys that were in the class were losing their minds before Negan got to class about who their professor was. But it wasn’t because of what he did for the film industry. No, it was because Negan was originally a professional baseball player. And apparently a very good one. For years, he thrived playing that sport up until he got a really terrible injury where he was forced to retire young. Using the money that Negan had made through the years, Negan decided to focus his time after that on creating films. He had the resources and the money to do it, so he just went for it. And? He ended up being very good at it. What he had done had caught the attention of some big names in Hollywood. Which led to Negan winning multiple awards before he even reached the age of thirty. After meeting the love of his life and getting married, Negan had settled down. Decided to work less on films and put a lot of his effort into teaching. It meant that he got to be with his wife and spend more time with her.

From the moment that Negan walked into that classroom on the first day, Y/N had the biggest crush on him. Everything about him appealed to her. Negan wasn’t like most of the professors that she had. Right from the start he had the mouth of a sailor which made him slightly more fun than the others. And he was so relaxed in the way that he taught. He took things seriously, but he made things enjoyable for people. He dressed casual, he’d interact with his students and get to know them. He was a fun professor and it didn’t hurt that he was incredibly good looking.

Of course, there was an age gap between them, but her crush was innocent in the beginning. Negan was married. And he talked about his wife all the time. Almost every class somehow his wife Lucille would be brought into some kind of discussion. And he was so excited to talk about their daughter that they had just had. That’s probably what also made him more appealing to Y/N. How good of a father and a husband he seemed to be. She had never seen a man love something so much and it just showed in everything that he did. She found Negan very sweet and she was charmed by him.

During those years, that was the class that she looked forward to the most. And she did amazing in that class because she wanted to stand out to Negan. During that first year, they would talk all the time. Even hours after class. About the film industry. Her future plans. Negan’s family and his past. They clicked really fast. A few times after class, Negan had even introduced her to Lucille and Jordyn when they would drop by to see him. And in some classes? Negan happily brought Jordyn in with him, strapping her to his chest in her baby carrier while he taught. It was adorable.

So even though her heart was set on fashion design, she kept taking Negan’s classes because she enjoyed them so much. During the second year at school, Negan’s wife had ended up getting pancreatic cancer. Unfortunately it took her quick and Negan was devastated by the loss of his wife. He would have meltdowns at school to the point she started helping him out with his classes. And when he wouldn’t show up to classes, she would come to help him with Jordyn. That’s why she was so close to Negan and Lucille’s daughter. Jordyn was still very young when her mother died, so Y/N helped to raise Jordyn.

Eventually with her help, Negan managed to pull himself out of his depression. There was one discussion in particular that made Negan get his shit together when she made him realize that while he was in pain, Jordyn needed him. And he had to fight for her. After that time period and the dedication Y/N had put into helping Negan, they became super close. Closer than they probably should have been.

At the time, she thought they flirted constantly. They spent most days together sharing meals and taking care of Jordyn together. Jordyn had latched on pretty quickly to Y/N and Negan would pay Y/N to help take care of his daughter even though she didn’t want his money. Most months, she would collect the money and then return it to one of Negan’s jackets when he wasn’t paying attention.

During her last year of college, Negan had convinced her to be his student teacher. Around that time she was seriously considering going into film by Negan’s suggestions. He always told her that she was too good to waste her time on fashion and he promised to help her in her career. During the years they spent time together, Negan never made a move on her. And she always assumed it was because she was his student. Maybe he was just being professional. There was a hope that when she graduated, something more would have come from their relationship. There had been a few times where they had near kisses and she thought they were on the verge of having something develop between them.

One day Maggie came to see Y/N while she was working late with Negan checking papers. At the time Maggie knew how much Y/N liked Negan. Hell, she was pretty much in love with Negan. And Maggie had already met Jordyn. Especially with how often Jordyn and Y/N were actually together. But that didn’t stop Maggie from flirting with Negan the moment she entered that room. At the time, Y/N hadn’t thought much about it because even though Negan was flirting back, that really didn’t mean anything. Negan flirted with pretty much everyone. That was just the kind of personality that he had.

A few weeks later, Negan showed up to Y/N’s apartment that she shared with Maggie. There was a big bouquet of flowers in his hands. When she opened the door, her mind immediately made up all kinds of scenarios about how Negan finally realized how he felt about her and that’s why he was there. To confess his feelings for her. But instead? They were for Maggie. It devastated Y/N. After Negan left that day, Maggie promised she wouldn’t let it go any further because she knew how Y/N felt about Negan.

That promise lasted a whole three days before Y/N came home to the apartment she shared with Maggie to find Negan and Maggie having sex on the couch together. It broke her heart. The man she had been in love with over the last four years was smitten with her best friend and Maggie accomplished to snag the heart of Negan in less than a few days. After that? Her heart was broken. Maggie had done a lot of shitty things in the past, but never something this big.

More than anything Y/N wanted to run away, but she didn’t have the money to get an apartment in the city alone. So she stayed. Depression ate away at her and the passion she had for things were gone. Now she was being forced to listen to Maggie and Negan having sex all the time. And truthfully? That was so hard to take. Knowing that her best friend had landed the man that she had been in love with for four years. With Y/N being upset, Maggie tried to explain that she couldn’t help herself. Negan was just too charming and she fell hard for him. Swearing that Negan was relentless in trying to get with her. And in attempts to make Y/N feel better, Maggie insisted that Negan wasn’t really Y/N’s type anyways. That eventually she would find someone better.

So not only did Maggie get Y/N’s dream job, but she also got Y/N’s dream man too. Maggie and Negan had been dating now for over four years. And for four years, she watched the man she loved be hopelessly in love with her best friend. Even though so many times she wanted to run away, to finally give up on Maggie, the promise she made to Hershel always lingered over her head.

Now, she was Maggie’s personal assistant and she rarely saw Negan other than when she would drop Jordyn off or pick her up. Or if she had to run some kind of chore for Maggie that involved Negan. What used to be a friendship where they would hang out almost every day slowly drifted when Maggie started dating him.

“I mean it, I really miss seeing you. You should come over and we can have binge night with the little one. I’m sure she’s told you, but she’s started to get obsessed with supernatural television shows. And she’s had her eye on one for a while,” Negan winked at Jordyn before nudging faintly at Y/N’s shoulder. “I also got some cool video games that no one else will play with me. We used to play together all the time and I miss it.”

“What? Maggie doesn’t play video games with you?” Y/N wondered and immediately it drew a deep raspy laugh from Negan’s throat. Placing his hand in over the center of his chest, Negan’s nose wrinkled and he shook his head. “I’ll take that as a no?”

“That’s definitely a no,” Negan agreed with her, his dimples growing more visible with his laughter. “You know she hates that shit. Big time.”

“She always yells at daddy when he plays,” Jordyn informed Y/N with a sigh, heading over to the couch in Maggie’s office after snatching her nutcracker back from Negan. “She thinks there are better things he can do with his time.”

“Sounds like Maggie,” she admitted with a weak a smile noticing the way that Negan was staring down at her. “Is something wrong?”

“You looked soaked,” Negan replied back, outstretching his hand to touch at her hair to feel that it was wet beneath his fingertips. “What happened?”

“Oh, Maggie likes me to pick up a certain coffee for her in the morning,” she nodded toward the cup that was sitting on the desk. “It’s a shop about five blocks away. It just started snowing really bad, but I’ll be fine.”

“You’re gonna get sick,” Negan commented, getting up from the desk to pull his thick winter jacket off. Setting it aside for a minute, Negan started to pull off the red flannel shirt that he was wearing revealing a white t-shirt underneath. Motioning her to stand, she immediately shook her head and Negan hushed her. “Take the shirt off and put this on. It will keep you warm.”

“I shouldn’t,” she admitted looking to the shirt that Negan was offering her. Without further talking, Negan reached for her and pulled her up from the chair. Gasping out, she almost fell forward when Negan started to open the sweater jacket that she was wearing. Getting it off her, Negan motioned her to wait and headed over to the window where the heater was near it. Hanging it over the side, Negan moved back and motioned her to turn around. Thankfully she had been wearing an undershirt beneath that sweater. “Negan?”

“Hold your arms out,” he instructed her with a warmth flooding into her cheeks. Doing as she was told, she allowed him to pull his shirt up over her body and she let out a long sigh. Once it was on her, she immediately smelled his cologne that she had become heavily attracted to whenever she would smell it outside in public. Maybe it was because she was so attracted to Negan and that was his scent. Either way, the shirt smelled really nice and it was warm when she pulled it in closer to her. “Good?”

Instead of saying anything, she simply nodded. Turning her to face him, Negan caressed over her shoulders as if he was waiting to warm her up, “It would be really nice if you could join us for Christmas this year. I know that you’re gonna be alone and Maggie talked about it. I’d love having you come over to the house. Jordyn would love it too.”

“Yes! Very much so!” Jordyn agreed with her father, kicking her feet a bit and giving that same cheesy over the top smile that Negan would often give Y/N. Even though Jordyn had some of her mother’s features, there was so much of Negan inside of Jordyn. Both in her attitude and her physical appearance. “I have some presents for you.”

“You didn’t have to get me presents sweetheart,” she insisted with a frown, knowing that she felt strange about this whole situation.

“Of course I do,” Jordyn retorted with a firm shake of her head. “You help take care of me when daddy needs help. You always have. And you’re with me multiple times during the week. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well that just won me over,” Y/N felt a warmth flood throughout her body. Heading over to the couch, she sat down next to Jordyn and squeezed her arm tightly around Jordyn’s shoulders. “You are so special. And I love you very much.”

“I love you too,” Jordyn hooked her arms around Y/N to squeeze her tightly in her embrace. Negan was watching them from afar with a weak smile tugging at his lips. Heading over toward them, he pushed his hands into his pockets and let out a long sigh. “Daddy says it all the time too. He doesn’t know what he would do without you.”

“I’m sure he would be just fine,” Y/N suggested since their relationship was nothing like it used to be since he started dating Maggie. The only thing she was to Negan was a prominent female figure in Jordyn’s life. And even though they weren’t together, she was still very much helping him to raise Jordyn. “He has Maggie.”

“You and Maggie are vastly different,” Negan alerted her with a tip of his head. If only he meant that in a way that would actually mean something to her. That was something that Y/N had originally wished for from the beginning. “I can count on you. Maggie is…well she’s Maggie.”

“Am I hearing my name?” a voice interrupted their conversation and it drew Negan to look back over his shoulder to see that Maggie was entering the space. Moving through the office, Maggie reached her arm out to hook it around Negan’s shoulders when he turned to embrace her. Bringing their lips together in a lingering kiss, Maggie hummed against Negan’s lips and it forced Y/N to look away. There was always that sense of jealousy that lingered when Y/N saw the two of them together. “What were we talking about?”

“How different you and Y/N were,” Negan responded truthfully, his mouth hovering over Maggie’s. A smile tugged at his handsome features before he peppered a few more kisses over Maggie’s lips. “Mhmm, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Maggie dragged her palms down over the center of Negan’s chest. Y/N looked to Jordyn who rolled her eyes and went back to playing with the present that Y/N had gotten her. “What are you doing here babe?”

“Jordyn and I decided to bring you some breakfast,” Negan answered, nodding over toward the bag that they had brought along with the coffee. “I guess it’s more so brunch now and it may be a little cold, but…”

“That was very sweet,” Maggie brushed her fingers through Negan’s short beard, lifting up just enough to nuzzle her nose against Negan’s.

“Although, I think Y/N went out to go get you coffee. So I can probably just give the coffee to Y/N so she has something to warm herself up,” Negan gazed back at Y/N sitting with Jordyn, but Maggie grabbed Negan’s chin firmly forcing him to look at her. Kissing him a few more times, Maggie was making sure to draw it out and it had Y/N’s heart pounding inside of her chest.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I think I would love your coffee way more than anything else,” Maggie released Negan and headed over toward the latte that Y/N had gotten for her. Holding it up, she stepped on the foot lever to get the trash to open. Dropping it in the trash had Y/N’s lips parting. She wanted to say something, but instead she bit her tongue when Maggie rubbed her hands together and moved to grab the coffee that Negan had gotten for her. Of course Maggie didn’t think to give her the latte because that wasn’t the way that Maggie thought. Taking a sip, Maggie paused and by the expression over her face, Y/N knew that Maggie hated the coffee. “This is fantastic. I’m so glad that you got it for me.”

“If that’s her liking it face, I’d hate to see what her face looked like when she hated something,” Jordyn lifted up to whisper in Y/N’s ear. Both of them giggled which drew Maggie’s attention to them. How close Y/N was to Jordyn was always something Maggie was uncomfortable with after she started dating Negan. Because Maggie never bonded with Jordyn like Y/N did.

“What are you wearing?” Maggie wondered, her eyes narrowing when she observed Y/N’s body slowly. Looking down, Y/N noticed that Maggie was talking about Negan’s flannel that she was wearing. Staring at it a moment of scrutiny. “Don’t let Guy catch you wearing that. He will throw you out for the day and I need you here.”

“She was cold. She got soaked being outside,” Negan pointed out in Y/N’s direction which had Maggie looking her over more thoroughly. “So I just gave her my shirt. I thought it would be better for her to be warm instead of having her freeze. The last thing that you want is your assistant getting pneumonia.”

Cringing, Y/N hated to hear Negan refer to her as Maggie’s assistant. That was what she was though. So maybe she needed to get over that. Maggie sold it to her as her ‘partner’ but she was just a glorified slave. Embarrassment flooded her veins. Four years ago Negan thought she was good enough to sell to film studios to hire her on. Now she was working as someone’s personal assistant. He probably thought she was pathetic. Then again, he probably really didn’t think about her much to begin with.

“You always have to be so logical,” Maggie muttered, stepping forward to reach out and palm in over the side of Negan’s face. His long eyelashes fluttered leaning in closer to her to meet her halfway. Humming against his lips, Maggie smiled and then back stepped toward her desk. In just the small amount of time with Maggie being there, she had made it very obvious to stress to Y/N that Negan was hers. Setting her personal items down, Maggie moved over toward the couch to take a seat on the opposite side of Jordyn. Upon seeing the ugly nutcracker that Jordyn was playing with, Maggie’s nose wrinkled and she reached out to grab it. “I’ll never understand why you love these things so much.”

“They are so ugly,” Jordyn blurt out excitedly, kicking her feet a bit when she pointed to the nutcracker that Maggie was now observing. “They’re so ugly that they are cute.”

“I told you hun, she’s always had a thing for them,” Negan reminded Maggie getting her eyes to lift to his from where she was seated. “The uglier things are? The better for her.”

“It’s because I want to prove that even the ugliest things are loveable to someone. You can’t just leave them there for no one to buy,” Jordyn exclaimed with a frown reaching for the nutcracker from Maggie. “I like my collection.”

“I know you do baby,” Negan lowered down, outstretching his hand to brush his fingers through his daughter’s dark hair. A moment passed where all of them were silent. Clearing his throat, Negan looked to Maggie, offering up one of his charming smiles. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“What’s tonight?” confusion flooded Maggie’s green eyes and she looked to Y/N to save her. Only, Negan didn’t give her the time to do so.

“That event at the school,” Negan reminded Maggie, his head bobbing about. “We’ve only talked about it a million times. The one where potential donators come in and they get a feel for what the school can offer. We have people come in from influential jobs to talk about how their classes got them in the career they are in today. We’ve talked about it a lot hun.”

“Oh, right. That,” Maggie’s mouth parted into the shape of an o. It was obvious that Maggie was trying to come up with some kind of response. Shifting on the couch uneasily, Maggie slid further away from Jordyn and bit down on her bottom lip. “I’m sorry Negan, but an important meeting with a client came up tonight. Guy and I are supposed to meet them for dinner.”

“When did that happen?” Y/N panicked, reaching for her phone to pull out her calendar. “I have nothing in the schedule.”

“It only was just confirmed with me when I was on the elevator to get up here,” Maggie explained to Y/N, holding her hand out to get Y/N to lower her phone down. “Guy was on the elevator at the same time and he reminded me of it. It’s a very important client and he wants me to be there.”

“Maggie,” Negan frowned, his jaw flexing and visible disappointment filled his hazel eyes. “You knew about this. About how important this was for the school. You were one of the big names on the list for people.”

“And I’m sorry this turned out the way it did, but work is more important,” Maggie stressed to Negan throwing her arm about in the air while she spoke. “I’d love to go to this with you because you know how much I love going places with you, but this is one thing I can’t get out of. You’re a big enough name.”

“But I’m for the film department. You were supposed to be the lead for the fashion department Maggie. That’s two totally different areas. People coming for that aren’t gonna wanna see me,” Negan stressed, standing up slowly. His hands pressed in over his hips, his body language showing that he was unhappy. “If you were gonna cancel, you should have told me long before today. That way I could have gotten someone that could replace you.”

“I can’t help it Negan,” Maggie defended herself placing her hand in over the center of her chest, her head shaking swiftly from side to side. “This only came about today. If I would have known that it was going to happen, I would have told you.”

A grunt escaped Negan’s lips and he rolled his eyes. A muscle was flexing at the corner of his jaw as it often would when he would get irritated or angry with someone. Maggie was waiting for some kind of response from Negan, but at this point? She wasn’t getting it.

“You know how it is Negan. Around Christmas time, my job gets really busy,” Maggie tried to defend herself realizing that she was losing in her defense with her last-minute cancelation. Looking around the room, Maggie’s green eyes locked with Y/N’s and she gasped. Snapping her fingers, she got Negan’s attention and pointed at Y/N. “Make Y/N go instead! She works here too. She knows my job inside and out. I guarantee she would be able to give the speech.”

“Maggie, they wouldn’t want me,” Y/N responded immediately realizing that she was a no-name. Whereas people actually knew who Maggie was. Sure, she knew the speech inside and out because she had written it for Maggie. As well as made a pdf along with a video for Maggie to share. There was no question that she knew this whole thing more than Maggie ever did, but that didn’t excuse that no one would want her over Maggie. “I’m a no one. No one even knows my name.”

“But you work hand-in-hand with me,” Maggie countered, standing up from the couch. Waving her hand back and forth between Negan and Y/N, Maggie was desperately trying to get the two of them to agree. “Y/N, you know that you knew this stuff.”

“She might have something to do tonight,” Negan stressed, shaking his head. It was obvious that he was still upset with Maggie. “This is very last-minute Maggie. For me, for her.”

“She never has anything she has to do,” Maggie defended herself and it had Y/N huffing out. Looking to Jordyn, Y/N noticed that Negan’s daughter was just watching the whole situation play out in front of her. “Come on Y/N. You know just as well as I do that if I need you, no matter what you are available.”

“It’s my job,” Y/N stressed to Maggie who grumbled under her breath and then lowered her head into her hand. With how Negan was reacting to things, it was obvious that Negan didn’t think she was a good enough replacement for Maggie. “He doesn’t want me there.”

“That’s…that’s not true,” Negan replied back with a sense of empathy over what she just said. “I don’t mind you coming, but…”

“Then it should be fine,” Maggie interrupted him so she could stop any worries or negative thoughts about the idea that she came up with. “All we have to do is have her replace me. I assure you that the speech is going to be great.”

“I don’t think you’re realizing why this is upsetting to me,” Negan grumbled under his breath noticing that Maggie didn’t seem to realize where the problem was. “I don’t have a problem with her stepping in. My problem here is that we promoted you. People are going to expect you to be there. And dropping out of things last second is not really cool Maggie.”

“Oh no, I understand that,” Maggie assured him, stepping to him and placing her hand in over the center of Negan’s chest getting their eyes to lock. “I understand that I will have to make it up to you. And if I didn’t have this last-minute meeting, I wouldn’t be doing this to you.”

“A lot of people are going to be disappointed,” Negan thought aloud, lowering his stare to watch Maggie stroking at the center of his chest. It didn’t take much to see that gradually Negan was getting less angry with Maggie. Sighing loudly, Negan shrugged his shoulders with his eyebrows bouncing up. “You do owe me Maggie.”

“And I intend to follow through,” Maggie whispered lifting her hand to tap lightly at Negan’s nose. Tugging at Negan’s jacket, Maggie got him to lower down enough so she could steal another kiss from his lips.

Separating, Negan sighed loudly and looked to Y/N. Throwing his hands up in the air, he seemed at a loss for words, “Are you available to replace Maggie tonight? If you came to the event, it would help me out. Having someone to talk is better than having no one to talk. I’d owe you one.”

The look in his hazel eyes were almost pleading and it made Y/N’s throat go dry. Giving a small nod of her head, Y/N knew that she couldn’t turn Negan down when he was asking her for a favor, “I’ll find a way to make time.”

“I’ll text you over the details as soon as I can. Thank you for doing this Y/N,” Negan stammered, his dimples prominent while he thought of something more to say. “I just have to find a way to make it make sense to the board.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal honey,” Maggie reached out to squeeze over Negan’s shoulders and then headed back toward her desk. Negan went to say something to bicker back with Maggie, but the way he slouched forward showed that he knew that it would have been useless to do so anyways.

“I think me and Jordyn are gonna take off. We are supposed to meet one of her friends at Bryant Park for some ice skating,” Negan informed the two of them, reaching out to help Jordyn up from the couch. “We’ll make sure to drop this guy off first though so we can make sure he can be with rest of your collection.”

“Thank you again!” Jordyn boasted, running to Y/N to give her another big hug. “You always have the best gifts.”

“And you always give the best hugs,” Y/N hummed, giving Jordyn one final big squeeze. Standing up from the couch, Y/N gave Negan a nod not sure how she should say goodbye to him at this point. When they were close, they were hugging all the time. Now, it just felt awkward. “I hope you both have a good time.”

“Oh, I’m sure she will,” Negan curled his arm around his daughter’s shoulders pulling her in closer to him. “Thanks again Y/N.”

“I’ll call you tonight after everything,” Maggie waved goodbye to both Negan and Jordyn as they worked their way out of her office. There was a fake smile plastered over Maggie’s features when they looked back at her from where they were standing by the elevator. Once they were on the elevator and it was closed, Maggie finally relaxed and slouched forward. Looking to the latte that Negan had gotten her, Maggie groaned and shoved it out toward Y/N. “Take this. I don’t want it.”

“Well I don’t want it after you’ve drank from it,” Y/N muttered, her eyes looking down toward the cup with disgust. “We’re close Maggie, but I’m not really interested in sharing germs with you.”

“Oh please, my germs are perfect,” Maggie pushed the drink further toward Y/N who had to grab the cup otherwise it may have spilled everywhere. “I don’t care what you do with it. Just throw it away. That was disgusting. I can’t believe you allowed me to throw away my other latte for that.”

“Maggie, I can’t make you do anything,” Y/N countered moving over toward the trash to throw away the latte that Maggie no longer wanted. Almost immediately after throwing out the latte, Y/N gasped when Maggie threw her the bag of food that Negan had brought for her. Luckily she caught it after fumbling with it for a moment. “You want me to throw this away too?”

“You can eat it. I already had breakfast,” Maggie explained searching for something in one of her drawers. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten yet, so it’s perfect for you.”

“Thanks Maggie,” Y/N set the bag on the corner of Maggie’s desk. Moving over toward the couch, Y/N knew that her laptop was on the coffee table that was in front of it and there were a lot of things she had to get started on.

A loud, exaggerated gasp was heard making Y/N jump when she looked to Maggie who had shot up from the seat that was at her desk, “Damn it Y/N! Couldn’t you have at least wiped off the seat? We should have gotten you a towel or something with how wet you were.”

“Sorry Maggie,” Y/N apologized, fighting hard to avoid rolling her eyes at her overreaction.

“And you didn’t even get through all the e-mails?” Maggie stammered provoking a long sigh from Y/N in response. Great, today was obviously headed for a shitty day. “You’re slacking a little bit.”

“It took longer to get back to the office this morning with this storm and walking,” Y/N explained, getting comfortable on the couch and preparing her laptop. “Also, Negan and Jordyn showing up distracted me for a few.”

“Those sound like excuses Y/N,” Maggie suggested, tapping her fingers on the desk. Suddenly it felt like Y/N was being scolded by someone of authority and like Y/N was a child. “You know what I say. If you have to make excuses about things not being done it means that you’re not taking your job seriously and I need you to take it seriously.”

“I’m not being dismissive with my job, Maggie. I assure you I’m taking things very seriously,” Y/N declared with an uncomfortable sound. It felt like her throat was closing up with Maggie’s green eyes still staring out at her. “What do you want me to say Maggie?”

“I want you to tell me it won’t happen again,” Maggie stressed and it had Y/N faintly laughing. “Is that funny? You know that you only have this job because you were my best friend Y/N. I could probably find someone that is more eager to have this job.”

“No, it’s not funny at all,” Y/N bit down on her bottom lip, getting angry that Maggie was now threatening her position over a few unanswered e-mails. Maggie would be lost without Y/N. So even the idea that Maggie would threaten her job was amusing in itself. “Sorry Maggie, I’ll make sure to get things done faster from here on out.”

“See to that,” Maggie breathed, her eyes going back to the screen to skim over the things that were still left on the computer.

From the couch Y/N stared out at Maggie. After four years at this company, Y/N didn’t even have a desk. She did most of her work from Maggie’s couch or used Maggie’s desk whenever she wasn’t there. Even though Maggie had gotten her this job where they were supposed to be partners, they weren’t even close.

In this moment, it was hard not to consider life and her choices. A promise to Maggie’s father had caused Y/N to become a slave to her best friend. One where she did all the work to make Maggie look good. All Maggie was in this company was a face. Y/N wasn’t really sure what Maggie really did other than share what were mostly Y/N’s designs and ideas. Y/N did everything for Maggie and she didn’t even make a quarter of what Maggie did in terms of salary.

There were moments where Y/N considered if she should really keep putting up with this. Putting all her efforts and talents into Maggie when she didn’t get any recognition whatsoever. Why had she wasted this much time doing this to begin with? For some reason today, everything was just hitting Y/N harder and it was stressing her out more than normal.

There was a knock at the door that drew both of them to look up. Guy Vixen stood at the door, gazing upon Maggie. As always, the owner of the company was dressed in something unbelievably expensive. Vibrant colors added emphasis to his look making sure to always have him stand out. Guy was originally an English model that took advantage of the sources he had and became one of the most successful fashion designers in the world. No matter when you saw Guy, his appearance was always perfect. His nails nicely manicured. His dark hair gelled to perfection. You couldn’t miss him in a crowd. That was for sure. Not just because he was a good-looking guy, but also because he wouldn’t let you miss him. He had to be the center of attention no matter where he was.

“Well don’t just look at me with those doe eyes. Are you ready?” Guy had been holding the door open, his hand waving at Maggie to get up.

“Of course,” Maggie stood up quickly, fixing the dress that she was wearing. Smoothing it over her hips, Maggie moved around the desk and gave a big smile. “Let me grab my notes.”

Watching Maggie’s movements, Y/N knew that in the corner of the room was the drawings for the presentation that Maggie was supposed to do. Yesterday they had talked about them since Y/N had finished them off for Maggie, but it seemed like Maggie was oblivious to them.

“You,” Guy snapped his fingers at Y/N to get her attention. Well that was a first. Usually Guy was oblivious to her existence. Now? Guy’s brown eyes were gazing her over and she felt her heartrate quicken. Suddenly Maggie’s warning was repeating in her mind about what she was wearing. “What are you wearing?”

Damn, Maggie was right. Looking down, Y/N tugged at Negan’s shirt that he had given her to wear in order to warm up, “It’s flannel?”

“Cute,” Guy simply stated, his head tipping to the side. A surprised expression flooded Maggie’s features that Guy would even say something like that to begin with. “It’s very vintage.”

“Thank you,” Y/N offered up a weak smile, not sure how to respond since that wasn’t the response that she was expecting.

“You ready?” Maggie outstretched her hand to grab a hold of Guy’s arm.

“Yes darling, let’s go,” Guy started to lead Maggie away, but Y/N cleared her throat.

“Maggie,” Y/N called out to Maggie who looked frustrated that Y/N would even call out to her in the first place. “Are you forgetting something?”

“What could I possibly be for…” Maggie started, but Y/N nodded over toward the corner of the room where the materials for the presentation were. A sudden realization flooded through Maggie and she swiftly headed over toward that corner to grab everything. “Yes. You were right. Wouldn’t want to forget these.”

As they were leaving the room, Y/N started to go back to work only to hear Guy whisper, “Who was that again?”

“It’s my assistant,” Maggie muttered under her breath and hearing that made Y/N let out a tense, muted laugh. And there it was. The true label that Maggie had always planned out for her. Y/N was a fool to assume anything else. And each day only proved to her how she was going to be stuck in this very role until the end of time.

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